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Zulu Samperfas Mar 2013
They all look so young and lively and free on the Berkeley campus
walking and smiling and dancing swing and exercising and studying in internet
cafes and along the college walk there are clubs: pre-dental society,
women engineers, others, worn signs that stay out all year long in California and wear well
like the Clinton/Gore bumper sticker still visible and affixed to the stop sign off Telegraph and I wonder when there will be an avenue called "Internet"
And along the walls of Cafe Mediterraneum are highlights of the sixties, photographed by the dead owner of the place and there are still students studying and wierdos and old people reading books but there is no inspiration here anymore
From my generation, the eighties there are no pictures, and none from the seventies either and from the nineties and this decade has come and gone without notice on the walls
because youth by itself does not renew and innovate and the pressures of culture are too strong to re-invent and
it's not like there's nothing wrong, nothing that needs to be changed in our world today if anything things are worse
but now youth is only thinking about youth and buying low and selling high and there is no more idealism, no more desire to rectify anything, only to establish oneself as part of the middle class or above and have a house and 2.5 children
when the world is quickly being destroyed now just not by war, or an atomic bomb
that would be obvious because it would be loud and white and then there would be darkness and drops of rain and devestation
but I think I want to drop an intellectual bomb on these young people and tell them to wake up and try to change the world again and stop watching Reality TV and
do something that will help the world and put your picture on the wall of the Mediteraneum because you are trying to help the collective good and not just feather your own nest and not just worship the rich and exploitive entrepeneurs and try to emulate them as we were told to do in the eighties because that is just selfish meaninglessness that can't keep being replicated in this world, because it can't withstand it
our land and water can't withstand this lifestyle and the dollar store selling cutesie things made in China are coming from child labor and blood money and this dollar store is on Telegraph and no one cares or notices not even the young,
as slave labor continues to produce goods, just not here, where you can see it
and even if you care about animals, you can think of two million cats and dogs torchured and skinned alive for their fur in China and you , Berkeley are wearing it onn your fur trimmed coats
There is an eeries silence on Telegraph now where there should be the aliveness of debate and not just to get ahead, but to give a voice to the voiceless and alleviate the real and obvious suffering in the world
So youth, you are not so young and fresh you are a dissapointment
you are cowardly, pondering your own navel
and submissive and I expect more
THIS IS NOT ENOUGH
change is frightening, but it is
the only thing
that will save us
In the arms of present
where past is long forgotten
     there i weep.
Reminisching old memories
the failures known by the past
the gloating glories of the past
     there i weep.
Letting go of thoughtlessness
letting go of childish pleasure
     there i weep.
     I weep
As i let go the things behind me
as i embrace the futures glory
      i weep.
There where eeries note is heard
there where eeries note holds the omens of time
     there i weep.
     there i weep.
I weep for the dead of yesterday,
i weep for the joy of tomorrow untold,
i weep for the glories ahead,
     i weep.
I weep as i lay hold my conviction
as i embrace the pains of today
for the pleasures of tomorrow
     there where eeries note
     holds the omens of time
     There i weep.
     There i weep.
Maman Screams Jan 2014
Running around with nothing but ******
Selling records of your miserable eeries
You left unguarded by the furry misfortune
Expecting nothing from the missing equations
Life is a chemistry full of love and beginnings
Only to be stop by the foolish happy endings
Don't believe the things you saw on the big screens
That not fantasy you want to be starred in
Create dreams when you're under those sheets
With the jolly warmth of my body heat
Lets just be only you and me
Our own stars in our sitcom series

©2014 Maman Screams
When am gone
i will be like the wind
unbreakable,untouchable.

When am gone
i will know freedom
like wind sings
irresistable,indomitable.

When am gone
i will be free
in freedom i wll be with them in white.

When am gone
when am gone

No! No! I don't want to go
the dark lane beneath!
I don't want to go the eeries road.

But when am gone
sands of time shall celebrate
and echo my name in one tune,
for the mark made un-erased.

When am gone
when am gone
in freedom i will be free.
Trying to find myself but I can't find me
I'm only having a human experience
Extraterrestrial at best feel my heart jumping out my chest
To have a drum feast
The lurking hawks eeries my soul
I'm losing control of my sight blurry
From the tears fogging and clogging my fears
Seems like I made a pact with death
Long before we met I was already a threat
To mankind seems like tragedy is my family
Can't talk to friends nor foes I get more answers
Out of a wall or pole even the wind flows
Talk to me through each stroke of the breeze
The cardinal directions that guide me
To the crossroads a dark and light figure
Looks just like me its a reflection of self
Darkness is first place and light is in second
barley hesitance because of the distance
Is already prefigured destiny i try to check mate my fate
Only for my mind to crate
Dead empty thoughts beginning to rot
From the filth filled within out inside
The matrix I walk staring at the gloomy rays
Beams across my body to radiate hoping I'll die in not wait
So long I've walked a troubled journey
Lonesome feet pace a never ending race
My real home sits in a grave plot empty slot
With my names in all caps just line everything we operate under
Corporate fictions
No wonder everyone is the "walking dead"
Literally I'll be here and there if I don't make it
Just know the train wreck took me up yonder
To a expedition where many wonders
Let the rain come along with lightning and thunder
I'll replenish and nourish the earth with my tears
And let the stream fill in her empty cracks

— The End —