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I WONDER

Do I wonder or am I under the stone of black crows

that love the color red. 

There is much space to wander, to perch, to pivot and to  march

but is there room to wonder. 

Is there room to wonder if you are always waiting for the cue. 

Is there any reason to wonder if reason has little to do with this story?

Is there any yearning to wonder to you wake to my shadow?

Is there any way to wonder if the steps are already placed for us? 

Admit, that we are taking turns in this cycle, for the silence is sweet 

if not for the effortless nature of it. 

Some pick the flowers others hit the highway. 

How can I prove to you that no matter what manner I wonder in, 

You are the one who I've chosen to ride it with. 

How can I make you believe in something you have only carried

for a short period, when there is the massive weight of your past

waiting for you to feel the loss of hope

and fall back into its expectant arms. 

If you fall I will pull, I wonder if I must fall as well. 

These lessons that are carried must be applied. 

That is the only way to know if they are worthless. 

To wonder, I cant be under the monotony of dependency. 

The habit of waiting for another consciousness to wake and rise

in order to wake and rise

yourself. 

In order to wonder and make bread, make love, 

there needs to be fresh air in the room, the sweet soil of calm silence

of two stars existing beside eachother

of two horses galloping in the same direction

without harness, without ropes 

simply to run in the wind

and see the nature fit and transform around them

To wonder effectively, i need to be let free, 

let live

for we struggle with wonder

if we are constantly being pulled upon, 

pulling. Worsened by the clown of jealousy and suspicion 

even my personal quiet individual reflections, (wonder)

are deemed lies, 

when they are merely moments

where i am wondering

about how to keep my sanity around long enough

for you to see

the real me 

so we can wander in wonder

together

and in ever. 

Ultra-Magnetic MC's

Hip Hop Hip Hop KNOW YOUR HISTORY!

Melisendra

La forjaron de las lágrimas de un volcán,

con una lengua de fuego que se veía desde

el albaycín hasta el Kilimanjaro.

Le dio color al día y a la vida…

Hecha de añil de Ginkgo biloba, cada

momento único y solitario como su corazón,

el que sólo se alcanzaba con el velero de la razón

que se mezclaba con el cielo, cielo carmín en

matrimonio dulce como el pionono.

¿Será ella la mezquita escondida en este mundo

de nombres falsos y tópicos?

¿Será ella el suelo que se estira por la voluntad de mi

frente?

Pues lo haré… Caminaré hasta el día en que me pueda

quitar estas botas y relajarme en sus brazos,

mis tobillos rendidos en las chanclas…

MY good brother and fellow Missing LinX member drops a trailer for his upcoming cinepoetry video with Partus Films. Looking forward for his video to drop. He deserves this.
Nationless!

Idle No More

Persuaded by children and blizzards

I crack the hard shell of indecision

proclaiming my reluctance in the belief

that I'm not so sure.

Sitting securely in my movement,

I think of water and light

Their enchanting dance through creation

I wonder for my friends

those who walk on fours, threes, those who fly

those who gallop and waddle across terrains

I can only dream of becoming familiar.

Standing stoic in my direction

I'm pensive about my food, its taste, its quality,

the nomadic ones that travel crippled from poison

meant to make it be something it is not

The colors that add vivaciousness to necessity of

feeding, from breasts of hands to poor to worry about

clenching their fists and screaming for serenity.

Running officiously through my inertia,

I propel my observation to the prospect of harmony

between those who look like me,

walk like me

think like me

but are of course, not me, but their own human selves.

Idolizing only the ability to say, We Are HERE,

And YEs We MOVE

Idle No More

Idle No More

Idle No More

England

London knows its history and laughs about it.

It is a serious matter. 

Londoners are myriads of pale and dark tears. 

A Russian downs a Vodka at 11 A.M on the bus. 

The Filipino barista serves up a skinny latte and wraps her 

mind around her new accent. 

Everyone watches everyone. No body looks at you. 

CCTV watches and looks at everything

on the bus, the station, the stall, the stairway, 

the workplace, the dorms, your room, 

your patterns. wherever you go, they follow. 

Scotland Yard's finest do fear with no gun but 

a dark baton encapsulating all hope of swelling. 

It rains, horizontally the way i saw it. 

It is cold, and i'm Canadian. 

Its not the weather i'm talking about. 

But the intimacy, a type of mercy deficiency. 

A lack of outward compassion. 

I have faith it is there, hidden around sarcastic frigid remarks. 

Or maybe they are used to it, 

watching others struggle while you laugh at the irony of a colony. 

They say when all hope is gone and faith is exhausted 

the oppressed embrace their oppressor 

like the merciful embrace their mothers.