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AUGUST 6, 2009 1:28AM

Ill Nino Poetry

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Follow along, if you will - maybe turn down the volume :) ~ poetry - I hope you give this a chance, if not, oh well ~ peece.
 

"Unreal"

Separate your mind
Overcome in time
I'm taking what is mine
Tenemos que pelear

Nothing is all, I thought I was there
I'm finding myself going nowhere
Is this a mistake?
I cannot relate to what is fake

Is this what I get for learning to speak?
For opening eyes and digging in deep?
Is this what I get for being reborn from the norm?

I don't want to shine; light will make us blind
I don't want to feel unreal
What have I become, born under the sun?
Planets will converge for you

I'll try to break you!

What would it take to not look away?
To open my eyes and stare in the face
To learn from what's real
I'm trying to deal, but it's worthless:

Is this what I get for learning to speak?
For opening eyes and digging in deep?
Is this what I get for being reborn from the norm?

I don't want to shine; light will make us blind
I don't want to feel unreal
What have I become, born under the sun?
Planets will converge for you

Pushing and grinding is twisting my mind frame
El tempo que pesa nos tumba la mesa
Y ahora que es nuestro, mi vida te apuesto,
bet my life!

I don't want to shine; light will make us blind
I don't want to feel unreal
What have I become, born under the sun?
Planets will converge for you

I don't want to feel!
I don't want to shine!
I don't want to feel!
Light will make us blind
I don't want to feel unreal
 
 

 
"Father, what is democracy?  That's got something to do with young men killing each other... for Democracy, any man would give his only begotten son."
 
Metallica ONE -
 
I cant remember anything
Cant tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops me

Now that the war is through with me
Im waking up I can not see
That there is not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god,wake me

Back in the womb its much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But cant look forward to reveal
Look to the time when Ill live

Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god,wake me
Now the world is gone Im just one
Oh god,help me hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please God help me

Darkness imprisoning me
All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell

Landmine has taken my sight
Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with life in hell
 
 
 
 
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dj

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I love the poetry in music, even in types of music where you wouldn't expect to find it. Here's one of my favorite lyrics/poems, by Patti Smith:

I haven't fucked much with the past, but I've fucked plenty with the future.
Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters of stations and walls I've caressed.
A stage is like each bolt of wood, like a log of Helen, is my pleasure.
I would measure the success of a night by the way by the way by the amount of piss and seed I could exude over the columns that nestled the P.A.
Some nights I'd surprise everybody by skipping off with a skirt of green net sewed over with flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed.
The lights were violet and white. I had an ornamental veil, but I couldn't bear to use it.
When my hair was cropped, I craved covering, but now my hair itself is a veil, and the scalp inside is a scalp of a crazy and sleepy Comanche lies beneath this netting of the skin.
I wake up. I am lying peacefully I am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the sun.
I desire him, and he is absolutely ready to seize me. In heart I am a Moslem; in heart I am an American;
In heart I am Moslem, in heart I'm an American artist, and I have no guilt.
I seek pleasure. I seek the nerves under your skin.
The narrow archway; the layers; the scroll of ancient lettuce.
We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly, the mole on the belly of an exquisite whore.
He spared the child and spoiled the rod. I have not sold myself to God.
Excellent example, Nanatehay..."I haven't fucked much with the past, but I've fucked plenty with the future.
Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters of stations and walls I've caressed."

Epic.

I'm glad to hear that coming out!

peece,
dj
I'd heard the Metallica before, but Ill Nino's new to me. They pretty much lay it down don't they?

"What would it take to not look away?
To open my eyes and stare in the face
To learn from what's real
I'm trying to deal, but it's worthless"

See, everytime I run across lyrics/poetry like that, I think "I could have written that." The only problem of course is that I didn't:(
I haven't heard of Ill Nino either. One is a classic though. It is good to see some meaning behind lyrics though. I'm so sick of the canned crap that is coming out. Mind you, being in Saudi Arabia for the last two years, I haven't heard much of anything new to judge this on.

Great post.
I agree...awesome poetry. Could so relate.
I would never have heard either of these had you not shared them. Thank you. I've been in such an isolated world for several years and am now trying to find out what I've missed.
Also, thanks to Jeff for the Patti Smith. "I have not sold myself to God."
One would need to listen here as well as read, no? Dalton Trumbo's
Johnny Got His Gun is alluded to up arrow, and I'll check further, I promise. Throwing in a rating as I trust that we must go beyond meaninglessness, no? Cool cool cool that's the ___ ___ ___ !
Jim,

I need to picture you in a smoke filled bar, dark but for the old 70's style red candle lights on each small round table. You're dressed in black with a cliche fedora, Marlboro in one hand, double shot of whiskey in the other..slow jazz playing live behind you.

Let me know when you make this happen and send me the video. It would make my month :)

Another awesome piece my friend.
nanatehay! Yeah agreed - i get that feeling as well especially with 'resonant' pieces.

GJI! Classic indeed. Meaning is what it's about and I prefer my stuff sans can as well. :) Saudi? You must have a very interesting life, right about now.

Life is Good! The Patti Smith is epic - especially the "I have not sold myself to God" line, agreed. have fun looking at things in new ways! That's probably one of the better perks from returning from isolation.

JHart! "...I trust that we must go beyond meaninglessness, no? " Truth in trust that each thrust brings us closer to meaning.

Manchu Wok! The scene looks familiar, It would awesome to experience some live slow jazz at least one. The sticks in New Mexico offer little less then country bars and 'Tejano' nights, lol. Thanks, man.

peece!
dj
the second song is too dark. the first one, well, am gulping - something sticks to the throat. the salvaging part for me is, the assertion of "I dont want to be unreal" - being reborn from the morn wd send us back there again, but as long as it is not dark death, without a thought, I wd rather be reborn from the morn again again, :) loved the song. the second one scared me.
Powerful stuff, David. Thanks for sharing these.

“Father, what is democracy? That's got something to do with young men killing each other... for Democracy, any man would give his only begotten son.”

Wonder if you’ve ever seen Johnny Got His Gun, the movie where the Metallica clips come from? We’ve only watched excerpts on YouTube, but it looks pretty harrowing. It’s in our Netflix queue, but at the rate we’ve been watching movies lately (one every month or so), it might take us a while to get to it.

( m&m )
Ill Nino totally rocked my world this afternoon - damn! Thanks for this, Jimenace - I needed that sound, that thought.
Rolling! "the second song is too dark" Metallica can be an aquired taste. I like that piece because of the message - a hard driving lesson about a 'personal' horror of war. Also, the interweaving of the 'Johnny Got His Gun' movie shows to me the unfolding truth about war that possibly drove the song - what drives democracy? It's a hard question, though the song does not attempt to answer any questions - it just opens a window ino the carnage of a single soul. It's up to us to multiply that into the daily reality that is that life for some soldiers or civilian survivors. It holds a mirror and forces us to look. I do agree - it's not pretty, but neither is war. Thank you for dropping by and I'm happy you liked the first one - yes reborn :)

M&M! Thank you guys :) I haven't seen the movie yet either, and my movie rate at home is about the same as you all's lol. Yeah, those comment excerpts are hard to hear as a boy, I would imagine.

Owl_Says_Who! Thanks - I really like them, like Nana says - they 'Lay it down' lol.

Peece, love, and light!
dj
interesting poety
thanks for this!
Kathy! thank you - I missed your comment somehow the last time around. I am always happy to see you drop by this corner of the wilds and always love to read your posts and comments :)

peece,
dj