Alex Carbajal

twitter/instagram: @CARBAJALme,
website: http://www.CARBAJAL.me

Jun 26

Stupid Rhymes

bicycle thief…

horse thief…

loose-leaf thief, indian chief, indian summer/

cold and getting dumber, funkier drummer/

Clyde Stubblefield… sampled endlessly/

screwed royally, paid no royalties/

free association… stream of consciousness/

small pox blankets and broken promises/

I’ve mended fences with monkey wrenches/

I was left defenseless in the trenches/

foxhole atheist, true believer/

daydreamer, daydream believer, dreamweaver/

speed reader… dyslexic, on speed… anorexic/

bulimic, bubonic… plague, ironic… vague/

foxhole atheist, an a-hole with an alias/

a pseudonym and all the accoutrements/

a pseudonym and a girl made of cinnamon/

sugar and spice and… childhood sex abuse/

a girl made of cinnamon, a world made of synonyms/

I won’t play her therapist, I will play the theremin/

girl, you’re so feminine… girl, you’re my seraphim/

I’ll be your hero if you’ll be my heroin/

words are so masculine, they’ll be your mescaline/

my children were monsters, my parents are mexican/

mestizos, descendants of spaniards and aztecs/

indian chiefs, thieves of both paper and plastic/

random thoughts fly into my head,
stupid rhymes fly out of my mouth/
pick apart whatever I’ve said,
take some time to figure it out/

random thoughts…
stupid rhymes…
picked apart…
take my time…

random thoughts fly into my head,
stupid rhymes fly out of my mouth/
pick apart whatever I’ve said,
take some time to figure it out/

…fly into my head
…fly out of my mouth
…whatever I’ve said
…YOU figure it out

sufferface, but won’t suffer fate… won’t suffocate/

won’t drown, neither held down nor hell-bound/

hell and heaven… twelve plus seven… twelve times seven/

Nineteen… Eighty-four… permanent war/

Orwellian… rebellion… Animal Farm/

arm, leg, leg… mechanical arm/

head that’s been harmed, mouth full of charm/

mouth full of spots complicating the plot/

antihero, absolute zero/

Emperor Norton, Emperor Nero/

emperor wears no kind of clothes/

life and liberty shrink as empire grows/

joker, jack of spades, jack of no trade/

jack other’s music, abuse it, make it low grade/

accident prone, accidental tourist-

angering the purists with acts of idiotic courage/

accident prone video-drone/

idiosyncratic, idiotic addict/

creature of habit, creature that can’t help but examine…

the space he inhabits/

creature of habit, habitual liar/

a radio head with a red radioflyer/

no bandwagon… just a grand canyon/

a large chasm to fill with sarcasm/

random thoughts fly into my head,
stupid rhymes fly out of my mouth/
pick apart whatever I’ve said,
take some time to figure it out/

random thoughts…
stupid rhymes…
picked apart…
take my time…


random thoughts fly into my head,
stupid rhymes fly out of my mouth/
pick apart whatever I’ve said,
take some time to figure it out/

…fly into my head
…fly out of my mouth
…whatever I’ve said
…YOU figure it out

Copyright © 2014 Alejandro (Alex) Carbajal. All rights reserved.


Mar 20

Too Little Too Late

too little, too late, bones brittle then break/

break yourself… whatever little you make/

scribbled riddles on plates, empty glasses of hemlock/

for corrupting the youth, the passing of hip hop/

the hash is kept zip-locked, the spirits in bottle/

just two cups of coffee- my brains at full throttle/

wheels spinning… we’re gonna ride till they fall off/

we’re gonna let it ride till we’re rich, or it’s all lost/

we’re gonna… go down gamblin’, go around ramblin’…

let the beat ride out till all the flows sound random…

till it’s far too late and you’ve done far too little…

till I’m here with you, stuck in the middle/

and it’s not enough, and it’s way after the fact/

and you’re calling my bluff for not having captured the track/

till we’re fractured and cracked… break yourself/

make yourself useful, take it somewhere else/

I’m not trying to make you… NOD your head,
I’m trying to make you… SCRATCH your head/
trying to reattach the threads- to make this rapture spread/

I’m not trying to make your… TOP TEN list,
I’m trying to make it… NOT EXist/
trying to make the process shift- as we cross the drift/

too much, too soon, to touch a new moon/

take in that old sun- it’s a lot to consume/

clean your plate, empty glasses of water/

for telling the truth, get tragically slaughtered/

the masses aren’t bothered, the spirits stay static/

just two cups of coffee- I know I’m an addict/

wheels spinning… we’re gonna let it ride till we catch wreck…

let it ride without cash, let our mouths write a blank check/

we’re gonna… go down swinging, raging against the night/

I’m not ready to die, so I’m running from that light/

‘cause it’s much too soon, and it’s… just too much/

so I’m here with you, chilling in the cut…

stuck in the middle, rewording my riddles/

rewriting my words till they’re flying like birds/

till they’re tarred and feathered, then put back together/

break yourself… brace yourself, it’s an endless endeavor/

I’m not trying to make you… NOD your head,
I’m trying to make you… SCRATCH your head/
trying to reattach the threads- to make this rapture spread/

I’m not trying to make your… TOP TEN list,
I’m trying to make it… NOT EXist/
trying to make the process shift- as we cross the drift/

Copyright © 2014 Alejandro (Alex) Carbajal. All rights reserved.


Mar 3

Happy Go Lucky

happy go lucky, I’m happy though ugly/

her eyes hide a sadness, no matter how lovely/

she looks like my dreams, but she’s here in this life…

so her wounds run much deeper than those made with a knife/

and I can’t take advantage, I can’t understand it…

how the man who helped make ‘er could just leave ‘er stranded/

leave her feeling abandoned and forever branded/

now, literally branded- tattooed and took off the bandage…

oh, chinese symbols? no, I *know* what it sez…

sez someone messed with your body and it messed with your head/

she looks like my dreams, but she’s here in this life/

and I can’t heal her wounds or play husband and wife/

her struggle, her strife- we can’t play the victim/

I just play psychotherapist, I sit there and listen…

all the while wondering why I’d play this position/

is it that focusing on her let’s me ignore my condition?/

we all have our crosses to bear,
we’re all masking despair/
we’ve all seen the process impaired,
I’m just gasping for air/

happy go lucky, holly go lightly/

the Hollywood lights are all shining so brightly/

but the truth? that’s far more unsightly/

girls want to be stars, so they play the part nightly/

and men take advantage, gladly exploit the damaged…

and I lose faith in men, and I just try to manage/

truth is, we’re all suffering, all spiritually famished/

but, whatever doesn’t kill us… please spare me the adage/

happy go lucky, unhappy and struggling/

it’s all up in the air, look how badly I’m juggling/

I was sad when it struck me, we’re consumed by our feelings/

a sleepless night, left on the lights, and I stared at the ceiling/

banged my head on the wall till the paint started peeling/

all this pain we’re concealing, it’s hard to start healing…

to be happy and healthy, when the candle keeps melting…

when *both* ends are burning, when *everyone’s* hurting/

we all have our crosses to bear,
we’re all masking despair/
we’ve all seen the process impaired,
I’m just gasping for air/

Copyright © 2014 Alejandro (Alex) Carbajal. All rights reserved.


Jan 23

Keep Going

roll with the punches, follow your hunches/

instinct is real, but sometimes it malfunctions/

taper consumption, resources are finite/

doom lurks in the shadows while we dance in the twilight/

damaging eyesight and clouding our thinking/

resources are finite, they’re currently shrinking/

this boat is sinking… and we’re rearranging deck chairs/

why… doesn’t anybody else care?/

or am I projecting? do I not care enough?/

feel free to point back, start calling my bluff/

hypocrite human, quick to hand out advice/

roll with the punches, it’s all a roll of the dice/

pay the ultimate price, disappear from this sphere/

instinct is real, but don’t confuse it with fear/

once hazy, now clear… you will make it through/

“just keep going” he said… to himself, not to you/

keep going, go higher, press on, persevere/
denouncing the liars, we keep our thoughts clear/
not ruled by desire, not ruled by our fear/
I’m sick and I’m tired, but, damn it, I’m here/

*I’m here*…
I’m right here…
doing what I gotta do…
rolling with the punches…

keep throwing punches as your opponent lunges/

it’s all a fight- in life, there *are* no free lunches/

no dragons, no dungeons… this isn’t a game/

stop playing roles, stop masking your pain/

we’re one and the same, your struggle is mine/

my struggle is yours, our struggle is time/

worried about the future, caught up in the past/

but neither exist, treat each second like your last/

treat it like your first, treat it like it’s false/

meditate on truth, don’t obsess over your faults/

don’t obsess at all… take your own advice/

hypocrite human, your life is in ruins/

but I roll with the punches, remaining conscious/

the goal that I hold, that I *try* to accomplish/

won’t you be my accomplice? start leaving the nonsense/

my struggle is yours, our struggle is constant/

so keep going, go higher, press on, persevere/
denouncing the liars, we keep our thoughts clear/
not ruled by desire, not ruled by our fear/
I’m sick and I’m tired, but, damn it, I’m here/

*I’m here*…
I’m right here…
dealing with it, dealing with life…
rolling with the punches…

pulling no punches *without* throwing punches/

do no less than your best, avoid making assumptions/

the fourth and the third, upon first being heard…

Ruiz’s second agreement sounds almost absurd:

do not take anything personally/

what they said’s about *them*, it’s not about *you*/

so don’t you react emotionally/

don’t take it to heart if you know it’s not true/

with your word be impeccable, the first of the four/

say what needs to be said, and say nothing more/

and roll with the punches, stop rolling your eyes/

sarcasm’s too easy, it’s too thin a disguise/

hypocrite human, you place sarcasm in verse/

both hypocrite *and* human, no better, no worse…

than anyone else, said he to himself…

“just keep going”, but knowing that he might need your help/

keep going, go higher, press on, persevere/
denouncing the liars, we keep our thoughts clear/
not ruled by desire, not ruled by our fear/
I’m sick and I’m tired, but, damn it, I’m here/

I’m here.

Copyright © 2014 Alejandro (Alex) Carbajal. All rights reserved.


Jan 11

Free

they call me freedom, they call me happiness/

they’re being ironic, not sure how accurate/

they call me happiness, they call me freedom/

or all of the things that I wish I was free from/

…all of the things from which I wish I was free/

so I’ve as many names as there are fish in the sea/

as there are birds in the sky, let’s observe as they fly/

was overheard asking why- because words never die/

why will you live forever? we will all live forever/

'cause we’re not flesh, we're spirit on an endless endeavor/

we exist on a whole other plane, we’re one and the same/

and that one simply is, don’t get caught up in names/

Life, Universe, The I Am, The Almighty/

we are it’s components, don’t take that truth lightly/

a light shining brightly, a darkness deceptive/

they call me happiness, they call me perspective/

they call me human and allow me to err/

how divine to forgive and live free of despair/

like those birds in the air, or the fish in the ocean/

to not just go through the motions, but be in the moment/

not one I’d have chosen, but you deal with what is/

who cares what they call me, I just gotta live…

free.
like the fish in the sea,
like the birds in the sky/
I want to be free,
I want to die before I die/

they call me freedom, they call me happiness/

they call me love, they call me emptiness/

they call me happiness, they call me depression/

they call me compulsion, they call me obsession/

they call me all of the things over which I obsess/

I soldier through all the stress, on my shoulders and chest…

the weight of the world… awaiting a girl/

a beautiful face and a head full of curls/

let’s call her happiness, let’s call this happenstance/

do we not stand a chance against this avalanche?/

does not hope spring eternal? I twist quotes from a journal/

they call me naive, yet they’re the ones who believe/

they call it faith, I call it denial/

they call me Alex and tell me to smile/

let’s call it asymmetry and not speak so cynically/

call me crazy, but… they can’t prove it clinically/

they call me faulty because my body is flawed/

but we’re equally odd… peas in a pod/

we’re pieces of God, It’s interwoven components/

and not our bodies, our thoughts or emotions/

we are only this moment, come to terms with what is/

happiness, freedom- come when you learn to forgive…

so be free.
like the fish in the sea,
like the birds in the sky/
I want to be free,
I want to die before I die/

Copyright © 2014 Alejandro (Alex) Carbajal. All rights reserved.


Jan 6

Hey Now

as they bleed for respect/

I don’t “keep it real”, I keep it… how it needs to be kept/

…as they bleed for what they *perceive* as respect/

I accept… only what I *need* to accept/

I accept nothing… except the truth/

I accept everything… except the lies/

I accept that for somethings, there *is* no proof…

that can be seen with the naked eye/

that’s why God invented microscopes, and God invented microphones…

so you can get on the mike and say what you like…

like, it was man that made God, and your religion is a fraud/

and some in the crowd boo, and some of them applaud/

but the one’s who applaud… it’s a thunderous applause/

'cause, you see that sign up there? that sign says… “applesauce”/

hey now! Howard Stern stole it from “Larry Sanders”/

that show’s brilliant writers and “Hank Kingsley” via Jeffrey Tambor/

hey now!
hey now!
the dream is over.

hey now!
hey now!
the dream is over.

the dream is over.
what can I say?

you can say “hey now!”, John.
Tell him, Jeffrey.

Jeffrey Tambor was a Scientologist/

all Scientologists need Psychologists/

but so do followers of the Abrahamic religions/

I love the blood of Abraham… of Abraham *Simpson*/

or Abraham Lincoln… four score and seven years ago/

for fuck’s sake, Abe, just say eighty-seven years ago/

fuck the fancy phrasing and get to the point/

like, “girl, are you down to fuck and spark up a joint?”/

are you DTF? let’s spark up a J/

and if she gets offended just say… “LOL, JK”…

LOL, JK… JK, LOL/

but still hope she gets the message like Melly Mel…

"don’t push me ‘cuz I’m close to the edge",

said Bono. get it? Bono is close to The Edge/

oh, fuck me? well, fuck you too. get it? fuck “U2”?/

cuz I still haven’t found “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For” on YOUtube/

get it?
I still haven’t found the U2 song “I Still Haven’t Found…
aw, forget it.

hey now!
hey now!
the dream is over.

hey now!
hey now!
the dream is over.

the dream is over.
what can I say?

Jeffrey, John wants to know what he can say…
you can say “hey now!”

Copyright © 2014 Alejandro (Alex) Carbajal. All rights reserved.


Jan 4

Time (To Be Alive)

what a time to be alive, what a time to be a dog/

what a time to be a fly just chilling on the wall/

if these walls could talk, you’d prob’ly be on acid/

if they can talk, transcribe it and pen a classic/

if they can talk, I’m moving out as soon as possible/

what a time to be alive, even laid up in a hospital/

praise western medicine, but respect eastern philosophy/

oppose corporate greed and denounce human hypocrisy/

what a time to be alive, the time’s quarter to five/

in new york, it’s quarter to eight and everyone is running late/

in l.a. they’re running later, and everybody wants a favor/

everyone’s an artist, but really working as a waiter/

what a time to be alive, what a time to be a dog/

dogging everybody out on your worthless fucking blog/

if these walls could talk, they’d whisper to the clock/

"do you have the time?", "it’s time to be alive!"/

Copyright © 2014 Alejandro (Alex) Carbajal. All rights reserved.


Jan 3

Cycle

mralexcarbajal:

in loving memory of those that are… *STILL* with us/

dedicated to those who possess *REAL* wisdom/

those who know just how little their wisdom is worth/

dedicated to those that put the rhythm to work/

dedicated to the self-medicated/

to those whose septum is severely deviated/

and thus have trouble breathing, and thus trouble sleeping/

and just… have troubles, to those who truly know struggle/

in loving memory of my laptop and its memory/

I lost some recordings, but I found serenity/

I lost some money, but I retained my sanity/

regained my composure and my faith in humanity/

rearranged the word “humanity”, got “a tiny hum”/

billions of tiny parts composing a larger sum/

everything is one, let no one tell you different/

we’re in this together and we only have this instant/

so breathe… smile and breathe/

the cycle proceeds… the cycle proceeds/

the… seeds of the fruit, give birth to new roots/

give birth to new trees… new branches, new leaves/

new fruit with more seeds, the cycle proceeds/

the cycle proceeds… it’s all a cycle/

in loving memory of those that are… buried in shallow graves/

to those who aren’t satisfied by the shadows in the cave/

this I dedicate… to those who meditate/

who let their mind ponder… wonder and wander/

but never lose touch… I am here for you/

I love you so much… I am HERE for you/

leave the shadows in the cave, we know them all too well/

these days they’re even mobile and handheld/

never looking up to deal with the real world/

posting countless comments ‘cause you never feel heard/

in loving memory of all my memorex, and maxell/

my tapes, my cassettes… that helped me escape all the stress/

in loving memory… in love with emily/

who’s emily? doesn’t matter, it wasn’t meant to be/

to those in love with memories, treasure them, but always… 

live in the present… to those who always try to be pleasant,

breathe… smile and breathe/

the cycle proceeds… the cycle proceeds/

the… seeds of the fruit, give birth to new roots/

give birth to new trees… new branches, new leaves/

new fruit with more seeds, the cycle proceeds/

the cycle proceeds… it’s all a cycle/

Copyright © 2013 Alejandro (Alex) Carbajal. All rights reserved. 


May 29

Where’s Waldo?

Where’s Waldo? *Ralph* Waldo. Where’s Henry David?/

Where’s Walden? Why have we waited?/

In waters waded- nothing is sacred/

Empires expire when the emperor’s naked/

And everybody’s a comedian/

Write, not of civil war, but of Civil Disobedience/

Of Henry David, of Mohandas and Martin/

Of mice and of men ‘till my pen hits the margin/

Of grapes, of wrath, of the ghost of Tom Joad/

Of the ghost in the machine that might make it implode/

Where did they go? Emerson and Thoreau/

Pablo Neruda. Where’s Waldo? We need a new Buddha/

A new Siddhartha, a new rabbi from Nazareth/

Where’s Waldo? We need to resurrect Lazarus/

What constitutes “miracles”? Do not be so literal/

The man wasn’t magic- the man was just spiritual/

No Karma,
Just cause and effect/
No God in the sky,
Just God in our breath/

No Karma,
Just action and consequence/
No God in the sky,
Just God in our consciousness/

Where’s Waldo?

They say that he saves- let’s have ‘em save Jesus/

His legacy’s been co-opted and shred into pieces/

He was a revolutionary, not a republican/

An opponent, not proponent, of oppressive governments/

Of capital punishment? The world’s most famous victim/

So, let’s all support it and call ourselves “Christians”!/

Where’s Waldo? With Walter- you know ‘em as “Walt”/

Let’s bring it all to a halt, knowing who is at fault…

Men behind altars… the course need to be altered/

Why have we waited? Why have we faltered?/

In waters waded… wade in the water/

Wade in the water, children- jump from the tallest building/

You won’t be a martyr… you’ll wait ‘till it’s darker/

You won’t be delivered- down by the river/

You won’t be saved singing the same old song/

Where’s Waldo? Dead and gone, ashes spread by Walden Pond/

No Karma,
Just cause and effect/
No God in the sky,
Just God in our breath/

No Karma,
Just action and consequence/
No God in the sky,
Just God in our consciousness/

Copyright © 2012 by Alejandro (Alex) Carbajal
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Space Ranger

Space ranger, space *re-arranger*, middle name ‘Danger’/

First name ‘Avoid’- annoyed, paranoid stranger/

Than Paradise, Stranger}… on a Mystery Train}/

Selective memory makes all of our histories change/

Amid blistering pain- fleeting moments of pleasure…

Of truth and beauty that no science can measure/

I’m not vying for treasure- real riches lie within/

Awareness of the truth belies the subtlest of grins/

And suddenly… life doesn’t seem as grim/

Then suddenly… you’re right back on that limb…

But, just listen to ‘The Wind’, and let your music take you~/

Or, make the same mistake~ until you have a break through…

You make the same mistake until you have a break through…

You make the same mistake until the fake will cease to make due…

Take two:

Take you…

Take us-

Take us to a different place,
Place us in a state of grace/

Take us where we need to go,
Going ‘cause we need to grow/

Take two:

Take me to another- place where I can hover/

And roam space… in a space suit made of rubber/

A space suit made of… space age polymers/

Last name ‘Klozov’, first name ‘Oliver’/

More fake monikers… What’s in a name?/

A rose by any other- would be in no less pain/

A rose like any other in the garden/

No less golden or… million year old carbon/

I listen to my jargon, but it falls far below~/

So I re-arrange it… ‘till it all starts to flow/

Only God really knows~, I sat upon the setting sun~/

And realized that you and I and God are one…

That you and I… that everything that is is one…

That we’re just God’s parts, and God’s just our sum/

Take three:

Take me…

Take us-

Take us to a different place,
Place us in a state of grace/

Take us where we need to go,
Going ‘cause we need to grow/

Take three:

Take me higher, take me home- take me to your higher home/

Take me to your catacombs, we’ll carve our names in stone/

My name is ‘Mud’- Mom’s is ‘Earth’, Pops’ is ‘Water’/

Girl’s is ‘Love’- says she loves, but hates her father/

But Love wants to be free, so she’ll learn to forgive/

Love’s last name is ‘Love’… middle name is ‘Is’/

What’s in a name? Had she another, she’d still be the same…

Same product of the seeds… the sun, earth, and the rain…

Of space re-arranged… wide open spaces/

Space cowboys in a spaceship seeking homeostasis/

Or, just homosapiens- seeking some consciousness/

Monkeys who suffered the consequence of touching the monolith/

We swam across the devil’s lake~, walked the red landscape/

But we never, never~… thought ourselves all that clever/

Take Four:

Will not take place.
At least, *not at this time* and *not in this space*

But, rest assure that it would’ve been better.
Or, not… fuck it, whatever/
Space ranger.

Copyright © 2012 by Alejandro (Alex) Carbajal

} = references to movies by Jim Jarmusch

~ = references to “The Wind” by Cat Stevens
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Spit

Spit… spit so… spit so schizo… schizophrenic/

Spit sick and spread like… epidemics…

Like endemics… like the wings of a dove/

Spit of peace, not of war- not of hate, but of love/

Being in, but not of- this most corrupt of cultures/

Where they act like snakes- like leaches and vultures/

At the ether, spit sulfur- at the heavens, spit hell/

Spit freedom… like I’m locked in a cell/

Spit for myself, for six billion on seven continents/

Spit consciousness- with five vowels, twenty-one consonants/

While twenty-one guns salute ‘cause these kids love to shoot/

Spit- but not like a pistol, do it so schizo/

Spit something or other, might stumble or stutter/

Spit disjointed- of success, of disappointment…

Of beings anointed- anointed with chrism/

Spit freedom… and break out of this prism/

Spit.

Make it fit, make it hit.

Spit.

Get it out, let it out…

Leaving little doubt what it’s about.

Spit.

Spit stupid… less than lucid/

Less than music, but more than musings/

Mic abusing- not of slanging, but of using/

Of neither winning, nor of losing/

Of choosing by refusing to make a choice/

Fusing my awkward beats to my awkward voice/

Sing and rejoice- testify, brother, testify/

Spit your grievances ‘till something gets rectified/

Spit your grievances, but also spit gratitude/

Spit stupid… less than your actual aptitude/

Spit your latitude, your longitude/

My location is a ‘Labyrinth of Solitude’/

Spit Peace, Octavius- to increase it’s radius…

‘Cause violence is odious, and conflict is tedious/

Spit grievances, unless they’re all stupid/

Spit freedom… ‘cause it brings me amusement/

Spit.

Make it fit, make it hit.

Spit.

Get it out, let it out…

Leaving little doubt what it’s about.

Spit.

Spit awkward, but do it like clockwork/

Spit the word ‘till you’re all self-declared converts…

Freethinkers- no longer caught up in nonsense/

Spit ideas and concepts in all different contexts/

Spit all types of subjects with all types of subtext/

Spit game at your girlie, get’er out of that sundress/

Spit when the sun sets… won’t quit ‘till it rises/

Spit of all different shapes, colors, and sizes/

Spit of the wisest and of the most foolish/

Of the Christian, the Buddhist, Islamic and Jewish/

Of consciousness, of action and consequence/

Of life… and all that encompasses/

The consumption of substances- find a break from the pain/

Spit awkward and strange, trying to be about change/

And do it like clockwork… but time’s an illusion/

Spit freedom… for those trapped by confusion/

Spit.

Make it fit, make it hit.

Spit.

Get it out, let it out…

Leaving little doubt what it’s about.

Spit.

Copyright © 2012 by Alejandro (Alex) Carbajal
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The Resin of Reason

The resin of reason, a heaven for heathens/

A heaven that even smart people believe in/

Elevens, sevens- odds ain’t seem even/

She turns and she turns, Mother Earth earns a season/

Every moment’s worth seizing- we’re ceasing for nothing…

Just keep on creating, we’ll come up with something/

‘Cause art comes from suff’ring, and suff’ring from living/

There’s far too much taking, there’s not enough giving/

We’ll work on forgiving, on letting go grudges/

We’ll push it with love and see if it budges/

When push comes to shove, we’ll take off the gloves/

No hell below us… Just sky up above/

Do not just imagine, start making things happen/

Don’t be conscious in word, and not conscious in action/

Put it in practice- make heaven right here/

Hell only exists if you’re governed by fear/

They’ll try to govern by fear, but keep vision clear/

See things as they are- be they far, be they near/

Our little blue sphere… it turns and it turns/

We’ll live and we’ll learn, evolve and discern/

Heaven’s not a place, it’s a state you achieve…

Through what you know and you do, not what you believe/

Believe in reason, not salvation, not grace…

And seek heaven through action instead of through faith…

Seek heaven through action instead of through faith…

Seek heaven through action.

Religion… is a joke/
Religion… is a joke/
Religion… is a joke/
Open your third eye- No more mirrors and smoke/

Religion… is a lie/
Religion… is a lie/
Religion… is a lie/
Open your third eye- Open your third eye/

The resin of reason… my breth’ren, keep breathing…

But never believing what the reverend is reading…

What the preacher keeps feeding… what his people are eating…

Bread that’s unleavened, bread that “gets you to heaven”…

Bread “consecrated”- it’s *not* complicated…

There is no creator… ‘cause we weren’t created/

We have always been… *it* has always been/

We are part of *it*… *it* is not a “him”/

Not “father, son, holy spirit”- let’s sing a new lyric/

Let’s sing Hallelujah ‘till all souls can hear it/

Father, son, *mother*… mother, father, *daughter*/

There’s been enough slaughter, it’s time to go farther/

The consumption of flesh? That sounds like a cult/

A once fear-filled child, now a thinking adult…

So far from the result… of their conditioning/

I kept, not absorbing, but- observing and listening/

I started to question, stopped taking suggestions/

I started to reason… to rhyme of it’s resin/

No kings and no peasants- no people are chosen/

All people are equal, may your steeple lay broken/

May truth always be spoken, may lies be rejected/

May I never forget that we’re all connected…

That I exist in relation to everything else…

That all we have is this moment- and no one can save us, but ourselves…

That all we have is this moment- no one can save us, but ourselves…

That all we have is this moment…

Religion… is a joke/
Religion… is a joke/
Religion… is a joke/
Open your third eye- No more mirrors and smoke/

Religion… is a lie/
Religion… is a lie/
Religion… is a lie/
Open your third eye- Open your third eye/

Copyright © 2012 by Alejandro (Alex) Carbajal
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Bicycle Thief

Bicycle thief…

Horse thief…

Loose-leaf thief, Indian chief, Indian summer/

Cold and getting dumber, funkier drummer/

Clyde Stubblefield- sampled endlessly/

Screwed royally, paid no royalties/

Free association… stream of consciousness/

Small pox blankets and broken promises/

I’ve mended fences with monkey wrenches/

I was left defenseless in the trenches/

Foxhole atheist- true believer/

Daydreamer, daydream believer, dreamweaver/

Speed reader… dyslexic, on speed… anorexic/

Bulimic, bubonic… plague, ironic… vague/

Foxhole atheist, an a-hole with an alias/

A pseudonym and all the accoutrements/

A pseudonym and a girl made of cinnamon/

Sugar and spice and… childhood sex abuse/

A girl made of cinnamon, a world made of synonyms/

I won’t play her therapist, I will play the theremin/

Girl, you’re so feminine… girl, you’re my seraphim/

I’ll be your hero if you’ll be my heroin/

Words are so masculine, they’ll be your mescaline/

My children were monsters, my parents are mexican/

Mestizos, descendants of spaniards and aztecs/

Indian chiefs, thieves of both paper and plastic/

Random thoughts fly into my head,
Stupid rhymes fly out of my mouth/
Pick apart whatever I’ve said,
Take some time to figure it out/

Random thoughts…
Stupid rhymes…
Picked apart…
Take my time…

Random thoughts fly into my head,
Stupid rhymes fly out of my mouth/
Pick apart whatever I’ve said,
Take some time to figure it out/

…fly into my head
…fly out of my mouth
…whatever I’ve said
…YOU figure it out

Sufferface, but won’t suffer fate- won’t suffocate/

Won’t drown, neither held down nor hell-bound/

Hell and heaven… twelve plus seven… twelve times seven/

Nineteen… Eighty-four… permanent war/

Orwellian… rebellion… Animal Farm/

Arm, leg, leg… mechanical arm/

Head that’s been harmed, mouth full of charm/

Mouth full of spots complicating the plot/

Antihero, absolute zero/

Emperor Norton, Emperor Nero/

Emperor wears no kind of clothes/

Life and liberty shrink as empire grows/

Joker, jack of spades, jack of no trade/

Jack other’s music, abuse it, make it low grade/

Accident prone, accidental tourist-

Angering the purists with acts of idiotic courage/

Accident prone video-drone/

Idiosyncratic, idiotic addict/

Creature of habit, creature that can’t help but examine…

The space he inhabits/

Creature of habit, habitual liar/

A radio head with a red radioflyer/

No bandwagon… just a grand canyon/

A large chasm to fill with sarcasm/

Random thoughts fly into my head,
Stupid rhymes fly out of my mouth/
Pick apart whatever I’ve said,
Take some time to figure it out/

Random thoughts…
Stupid rhymes…
Picked apart…
Take my time…

Random thoughts fly into my head,
Stupid rhymes fly out of my mouth/
Pick apart whatever I’ve said,
Take some time to figure it out/

…fly into my head
…fly out of my mouth
…whatever I’ve said
…YOU figure it out

Copyright © 2012 by Alejandro (Alex) Carbajal
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Too Little, Too Late

Too little, too late, bones brittle then break/

Break yo’self!… whatever little you make/

Scribbled riddles on plates, empty glasses of hemlock/

For corrupting the youth, the passing of hip hop/

The hash is kept zip-locked, the spirits in bottle/

Just two cups of coffee- my brains at full throttle/

Wheels spinning… we’s gone’ ride ‘till they FALL off/

We’re gonna let it ride ‘till we’re rich- or it’s ALL lost/

We’re gonna… go down gamblin’, go around ramblin’…

Let the beat ride out ‘till all the flows sound random…

‘Till it’s far too late and you’ve done far too little…

‘Till I’m here with you, stuck in the middle/

And it’s not enough, and it’s way after the fact/

And you’re calling my bluff for not having captured the track/

‘Till we’re fractured and cracked- Break yo’self/

Make yourself useful, take it somewhere else/

I’m not trying to make you… NOD your head,
I’m trying to make you… SCRATCH your head/
Trying to reattach the threads- To make this rapture spread/

I’m not trying to make your… TOP TEN list,
I’m trying to make it… NOT EXist/
Trying to make the process shift- As we cross the drift/

Too much, too soon, to touch a new moon/

Take in that old sun- it’s a lot to consume/

Clean your plate, empty glasses of water/

For telling the truth, get tragically slaughtered/

The masses aren’t bothered, the spirits stay static/

Just two cups of coffee- I know I’m an addict/

Wheels spinning… we’s gone’ ride ‘till we catch wreck…

Let it ride without cash, let my mouth write a blank check/

We’re gonna… go down swinging, raging against the night/

I’m not ready to die, so I’m running from that light/

‘Cause it’s much too soon, and it’s… just too much/

So I’m here with you, chilling in the cut…

Stuck in the middle, rewording my riddles/

Rewriting my words ‘till they’re flying like birds/

‘Till we’re tarred and feathered, then put back together/

Break yo’self!… brace yourself, it’s an endless endeavor/

I’m not trying to make you… NOD your head,
I’m trying to make you… SCRATCH your head/
Trying to reattach the threads- To make this rapture spread/

I’m not trying to make your… TOP TEN list,
I’m trying to make it… NOT EXist/
Trying to make the process shift- As we cross the drift/

Copyright © 2012 by Alejandro (Alex) Carbajal
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Happy Go Lucky

Happy go lucky, happy though ugly/

Her eyes hide a sadness, no matter how lovely/

She looks like my dreams, but she lives in this life…

So her wounds run much deeper than those made with a knife/

And I can’t take advantage, I can’t understand it…

How the man who helped make’er could just leave’er stranded/

Leave her feeling abandoned and forever branded/

Now, literally branded- tattooed and took off the bandage…

Chinese symbols? No, I *know* what it sez…

Sez someone messed with your body and it messed with your head/

She looks like my dreams, but she exists in real life/

And I can’t heal her wounds or play husband and wife/

Her struggle, her strife- we can’t play the victim/

I just play psychotherapist, I sit there and listen…

All the while wondering why I’d play this position/

Is it that focusing on her let’s me ignore my condition?/

We all have our crosses to bear,
We’re all masking despair/
We’ve all seen the process impaired,
I’m just gasping for air/

Happy go lucky, Holly go lightly/

The Hollywood lights seem to be shining so brightly/

But the truth? The truth is much more unsightly/

Girls want to be stars, so they play the part nightly/

And men take advantage, gladly exploit the damaged…

And I lose faith in men, and I just try to manage/

Truth is, we’re all suffering- all spiritually famished/

But, whatever doesn’t kill us… please spare me the adage/

Happy go lucky, unhappy and struggling/

It’s all up in the air, look how badly I’m juggling/

It was sad when it struck me, we’re consumed by our feelings/

A sleepless night, left on the lights, and I stared at the ceiling/

Banged my head on the wall till the paint started peeling/

All this pain I’m concealing, it’s hard to start healing…

To be happy and healthy, when the candle keeps melting…

When *both* ends are burning, when *everyone’s* hurting/

We all have our crosses to bear,
We’re all masking despair/
We’ve all seen the process impaired,
I’m just gasping for air/

Copyright © 2012 by Alejandro (Alex) Carbajal
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Don’t Shoot The Messenger

Don’t shoot the messenger/

Don’t make this massacre any messier/

But don’t paint the messenger messianic/

Maybe, just maybe, the message was ironic/

Don’t believe the hype, don’t hype up your beliefs/

Don’t be a hypeman if you can be an emcee/

Don’t be an emcee if you can be a writer/

Don’t shoot the messenger, please lay down your Derringers/

Don’t you black or white me, don’t rob kids of their innocence/

Don’t call people “aliens” if they’re really just immigrants/

Don’t dehumanize your fellow human/

Don’t forget that Rome too fell in ruins/

Don’t forget that the empire is corporate…

Not American- we are not in their portrait/

Don’t be arrogant- or lose sight of the big picture/

Pay attention, it’s not you and I that get richer/

Nothing you say matters,
Every single thing you say is dumb/
Nothing you say matters,
Doesn’t mean a thing to any one/
…IT’S TRUE.

Nothing you say matters,
It’s all dumb/
Doesn’t mean anything to anyone-
BUT YOU.

Don’t shoot the messenger, don’t mess with her…

If you know she’s a mess, it’s not worth the stress/

Don’t do what Donnie Don’t does, don’t do things just because/

That’s not a reason, don’t commit high acts of treason/

Don’t do things for the sake of doing them/

Do them because you recognize the value of doing them/

Don’t do things out of fear or to get a reward/

Don’t buy things you don’t need and cannot afford/

Don’t shoot the messenger, don’t you mess with her…

But don’t think any less of her, or forget all the lessons learned/

Don’t drop the ball, don’t drop acid in a bathroom stall/

Don’t start a bar room brawl if your far too small/

Don’t you have the gall “to pray and pray for my downFALL”/

Don’t prey, that’s “prey” with an “E”, not with an “A”/

Don’t forget that it’s all shades of grey/

Don’t forget to remember, don’t die in December/

Nothing I say matters,
Every single thing I say is dumb/
Nothing I say matters,
Doesn’t mean a thing to any one/
YOU SEE…

Nothing I say matters,
It’s all dumb/
Doesn’t mean anything to anyone-
BUT ME.

Copyright © 2012 by Alejandro (Alex) Carbajal
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Roll With The Punches

Roll with the punches, follow your hunches/

Instinct is real, though sometimes it malfunctions/

Taper consumption, resources are finite/

Doom lurks in the shadows as we dance in the twilight/

Damaging eyesight and clouding our thinking/

Resources are finite, they’re currently shrinking/

This boat is sinking, but we rearrange deck chairs/

Why… doesn’t anybody else care?/

Or am I projecting? Do I not care enough?/

Feel free to point back, start calling my bluff/

Hypocrite human, quick to hand out advice/

Roll with the punches, it’s all a roll of the dice/

Pay the ultimate price, disappear from this sphere/

Instinct is real, just don’t confuse it with fear/

Once hazy, now clear- you will make it through/

“Just keep going” he said… to himself, not to you/

Keep going, go higher, Press on, persevere/
Denouncing the liars, We keep our thoughts clear/
Not ruled by desire, Not ruled by our fear/
I’m sick and I’m tired, But, damn it, I’m here/

*I’m here*…
I’m right here…
Doing what I gotta do…
Rolling with the punches…

Keep throwing punches as your opponent lunges/

It’s all a fight- in life, there *are* no free lunches/

No dragons, no dungeons… this isn’t a game/

Stop playing roles, stop masking your pain/

We’re one and the same, your struggle is mine/

My struggle is yours, our struggle is time/

Worried about the future, caught up in the past/

But neither exist, treat each second like your last/

Treat it like your first, treat it like it’s false/

Meditate on truth, don’t obsess over your faults/

Don’t obsess at all… take your own advice/

Hypocrite human, your life is in ruins/

But I roll with the punches, remaining conscious/

The goal that I hold, that I *try* to accomplish/

Won’t you be my accomplice? Start leaving the nonsense/

My struggle is yours, our struggle is constant/

So keep going, go higher, Press on, persevere/
Denouncing the liars, We keep our thoughts clear/
Not ruled by desire, Not ruled by our fear/
I’m sick and I’m tired, But, damn it, I’m here/

*I’m here*…
I’m right here…
Dealing with it, dealing with life…
Rolling with the punches…

Pulling no punches *without* throwing punches/

Do no less than your best, avoid making assumptions/

The fourth and the third, upon first being heard…

Ruiz’s second agreement sounds almost absurd:

Do not take anything personally/

What they said’s about *them*, it’s not about *you*/

So don’t you react emotionally/

Don’t take it to heart if you know it’s not true/

With your word be impeccable, the first of the four/

Say what needs to be said, and say nothing more/

And roll with the punches, stop rolling your eyes/

Sarcasm’s too easy, it’s too thin a disguise/

Hypocrite human, you turn sarcasm to verse/

Both hypocrite and human, no better, no worse…

Than anyone else, said he to himself…

“Just keep going”, but knowing that he might need your help/

Keep going, go higher, Press on, persevere/
Denouncing the liars, We keep our thought clear/
Not ruled by desire, Not ruled by our fear/
I’m sick and I’m tired, But, damn it, I’m here/

I’m here.

Copyright © 2012 by Alejandro (Alex) Carbajal
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Freedom/Happiness

They call me freedom, they call me happiness/

They’re being ironic, don’t know how accurate/

They call me happiness, they call me freedom/

Or all of the things that I wish I was free from/

…All of the things from which I wish I was free/

So I’ve as many names as there are fish in the sea/

As there are birds in the sky, I observe as they fly/

Was overheard asking why- because words never die/

Why will I live forever? We’ll all live forever/

We’re not flesh, we’re spirit on an endless endeavor/

We exist on a whole other plane, we’re one and the same/

And that one simply is, don’t get caught up in names/

Life, Universe, The I Am, The Almighty/

We are it’s components, don’t take that truth lightly/

A light shining brightly, a darkness deceptive/

They call me happiness, they call me perspective/

They call me human and allow me to err/

How divine to forgive and live free of despair/

Like those birds in the air, or the fish in the ocean/

To not just go through the motions, but be in the moment/

Not one I’d have chosen, but you deal with what is/

Who cares what they call me, I just gotta live…

Free.
Like the fish in the sea,
Like the birds in the sky/
I want to be free,
I want to die before I die/

They call me freedom, they call me happiness/

They call me love, they call me emptiness/

They call me happiness, they call me depression/

They call me compulsion, they call me obsession/

They call me all of the things over which I obsess/

I soldier through all the stress, on my shoulders and chest…

The weight of the world… awaiting a girl/

A beautiful face and a head full of curls/

Let’s call her happiness, let’s call it happenstance/

Do we not stand a chance against this avalanche?/

Does not hope spring eternal? I twist quotes from a journal/

They call me naive, yet they’re the ones who believe/

They call it faith, I call it denial/

They call me Alex and tell me to smile/

Let’s call it asymmetry and not speak so cynically/

Call me crazy, but… they can’t prove it clinically/

They call me faulty because my body is flawed/

But we’re equally odd… peas in a pod/

We’re pieces of God, It’s interwoven components/

And not our bodies, our thoughts or emotions/

We are only this moment, come to terms with what is/

Happiness, freedom- come when you learn to forgive…

So be free.
Like the fish in the sea,
Like the birds in the sky/
I want to be free,
I want to die before I die/

Copyright © 2012 by Alejandro (Alex) Carbajal