Tihs is a piece I intend to record, as most lyrics I write these days are meant to be heard, not read, any feedback would be useful and appreciated.


"looking for resurrection"
going back to the beginning
Lourdes, I’m on my knees beggin to talk to me at fourteen
Tell her to keep on living to give that energy back to her
Art to let her soul shine from the start
that’s the way out of these twelve years of purgatory—
now back there chasin childhood parks,
legs too long to swing but I’ma fly high
with these words of mine keep climbin
Keep climbin, break outta the repetition
Open the circle I come back to…
that eighth grade teacher that had me thinkin
Since history that I had to choose between love and revolution—
Please I can have a partner in this walk of social justice’s success,
Woman please!
The sight of blue, of the sea that calms me reminds me;
I talk of converting to be the shepherd I was called to be
my mom’s threatens with callin her back but scripture speaks to me
Of secrets of bein trapped and I know that this building wants to let my gender tell me
Tell me how to serve and who to love—ridiculous!
That ain’t the Jesus in any of us.
Jesus speaks to me through crucifixion.
I offer up my tears, my sleepless nights callin
revise my approach to the past:
bury the darkness of deceit, ill deeds and a cross that wasn’t mine for the taking…
How many, now that I’m gone are callin on me…
now that I’m far away worried I won’t come back…
And all these changes, they were coming,
the movement and rearrangements like my heart
Like my soul—that’s why I left: to recover to be made whole,
to take out the maze between my mind heart and flesh-
to make the holy trinity that is my existence one, God’s love manifest—
And that’s sick, better believe it, a faith like mine when I talk of darkness I’m blamed,
I’m confined to the sin I allowed fear to swallow me giving all others’ righteousness because I was seeking truth, I was seekin divinity in everything—how could I see it if I didn’t see it in me
How could I find it if I didn’t believe in what I had inside of me, in front of me—
And now it’s comin back, bead after bead of the rosary, I put it out into the earth, love, wealth and success and in minutes I get a call, I get a message and there it is saying, here you are, here’s your possible destiny, is this going to make you come back to me—
I am still asking for miracles; I am asking for the miracle of perfection
Not the person or the action but emotion and I’ve always had it in my dreams,
Just gotta take it out of my head, put down on paper n pen, in every embrace, every touch
Every love lacin me to others and them back to me,
That’s where I’ll find Jesus walkin away from death
That’s how I’ll find jesus inside of me. Because I’ll have it all and offer it all up
Because choosing one means choosing everything—that’s my resurrection
My chance to be free; just gotta wash my wounds clean, allow my kin to take care of me, and then walk out the tomb of self-hate, and I’ve got the first two covered, you ready….you ready for Pascua again?