Dario L. Jaramillo
1993-1994
lies
messing
me up with your lies
no
time to sympathize
civilize
no
real vice
no
view
just
messing me up with
that
same old cowardice
not
obliged
cracking
the lies
of
your own device
you
mess me up babe
keep
it up babe
hold
the meaning to your lies
and
then patronize
yourself
with your own bias
of
cross-fire reactions
of
what you really do
and
where you speak
speak
for yourself babe
'cause
you're messing me up
no
eyes
to
see you with
no
smile to smile you with
no
face to turn to you with
no
return
to
anywhere
but
your lies
will
keep you company
until
dawn with more new lies
live
your own lie
its
free
its
all your own
and
you'll spread it around
messing
me up with your invention
on
the street
on
the walk
at
home
at
work
you're
messing me up with your lies
no
time to sympathize
civilize
no
real vice
no
view
just
messing me up with that same old cowardice
not
obliged
cracking
the lies of your own device
you
mess me up babe
dead
brain
intense
asylum
bringing
forth retirement
into
your dead brain cell
animation
from hell
pumping
the white-blood into red
making
the redman into white
the
blackman into red
the
yellowman into black
forever
returning to nowhere
and
coming back forever
to
regain consciousness
until
heaven knows when
intense
asylum
and
cemetery eyes
creating
sophomoric reactions
within
the spine
breaking
cataracts within the bile
that
travels thru your heart
into
your dead brain cells
dead
brain cells
come
back to your dark cemetery
of
a mind
to
mind your own nothingness
to
find yourself within the structures of nonesuch
matters
returning
to elsewhere
making
believe that words will become matter
in
your mind
of
dead brain cells
distinctive
asylum
return
to your fortune
of
gray matter
forging
the reluctant waves of reaction
into
nowhere
intense
nothing
where
brain waves flow into
airwaves
making
forgeries of dreams
into
straightjackets of fortune
intensely
insane
intensely
insane
intensely
insane
intensely
insane
intensely
insane
sweetly
in vain
it
doesn't matter anymore
there's
no way to change events
no
place for consequence
just
the rapid overdue
of
your liberating views
making
the past come thru
and
insighting your clues
of
fascinating truths
swaying
you into
oblivion
it
doesn't matter anymore
it
doesn't matter anymore
it
doesn't matter anymore
it
doesn't matter anymore
come
full circle
immortelle
in hell
tossed
and trashed around
can't
tell
dazed
into obscurity by imbeciles
but
it
doesn't matter anymore
it
doesn't matter anymore
it
doesn't matter anymore
it
doesn't matter anymore
say
it again
it
doesn't matter anymore
it
doesn't matter anymore
it
doesn't matter anymore
it
doesn't matter anymore
it
doesn't matter anymore
it
doesn't matter anymore
it
doesn't matter anymore
it
doesn't matter anymore
it
doesn't matter anymore
it
doesn't matter anymore
it
doesn't matter anymore
it
doesn't matter anymore
only
matters of the heart within the heart and to the heart
If
it really doesn't matter
what
will matter most is the matter itself
unobtrusive
matters concerning matters of affection
and
business matters
don't
matter
or
are you madder, man?
or
matter made from matters
have
a mass of matter
mastering
none of the above
it
doesn't really matter
at
all
if
at all
there
is a matter
who
cares
finding
yourself in the midst of your dream
making
matters come forth
hiding
the fact that life still matters
even
if there is no matter
to
chase
to
chase
to
chase
to
chase
chasing
the unbeatable
bringing
a force of life
from
above
does
it matter if this doesn't matter
is
this a question or a matter
who
cares
go
to san francisco
bring
the flowers in your brain
and
go insane
there's
no way to change events
no
place for consequence
just
the rapid overdue
of
your liberating views
making
the past come thru
and
insighting your clues
of
fascinating truths
swaying
you into
oblivion
my
wife
reaping
angst against the realities of reality
i
hear the call of surreptitious sur-reality
climbing
the walls of hyper-reality
slowly
confronting the size of real-life
entering
the joke of hyper-life
and
wandering into the unknown
cavernous
reality of mid-life
and
my wife?
does
she like
the
strife?
and
hyper-life of hyper-real
confrontations
of life?
"not
in real life", cried my wife
as
she slowly stepped into the autumn of her light
as
my wife.
casting
shadows
walk,
whereabouts
walk,
when in doubt
walk,
casting shouts
walk,
the shadows follow
walk
and talk
and
talk to walk with shadows
for
where
shadows may lie
you
will certainly be crucified
save
the crucifixion until dead
save
the love and she'll give head
morning
wakes the doubts in your brain
as
we walk
talk
balk
scoff
and
are most likely gone
walking
with the shadows you cast
bringing
shadows
in the past
appearing
in your brain.
prayer
of love
i
climb upon your gracious manner
to
achieve the union of mutual orgasm
and
to bring you wealth
in
form of utero-bending desire
taking
you into the wind of wild
breathing,
steaming fire
chanting
with the breathing vulva i admire
and
lift the tongue of life
into
the void of desire.
time
cast
into the void of your wildest dream,
where
o where have you been?
in
reaction to
or
reaction of
the
longest dream
that
never came through
yet
acknowledging the
life-long
being
of
here-it-is...
where
is it?
the
dream of time
of
constant rhyme
of
oblivious socializing
there
is no time!
yet
leading permanent blows of showery rains
of
never stopping trains
and
the human remains
of
your dream..
what
dream?
a
dream of infantile obsessions?
or
juvenile repressions?
not
in the call of this dream
a
dream of time
of
divine golden time
that
only marrows the bones of constant
creation
where
human real-time is a mere reflection
of
cinematic reaction
of
time..
true
time?
where
is time?
no-time
is my time
but
time with you
is
all-the-time.
oh
new year
aah...the
new year
aah...the
new start
an
opener without limits
a
closer without cause
a
rebel without a number
that
starts at number one
the
new year
an
open year
a
year of regain and effervescent future
behold
the morbid accountants
and
their wives
the
attorneys and their bed pals
the
new year
a
year in progression
that
multiplies without a doubt
of
any kind
a
kind that opens
the
new door of future gain/pain
return
to a new year
with
regression in your
past
and
retainer
in
your future wars
of
behavior
in
the new year
the
year we will return to
in
the future
but
only because we
think
in the past.
the
power of disease
cinematic
stories of recollection
burning
with anxiety
as
we close the old fools' stories
of
mass infection
an
infection so bad
that
we call it invasion
but
really turns our heads inside out
if
there is passion
passion
of carnal spirit
that
brings us forward
into
quaint
subtle
backgrounds
making
us feel desire for one another
burning
with anxieties
all
the way down the highway
until
we are lost in space
fighting
for our lives
though
truly civilized
we
are mere reflections of our alibis.
sleep
as
we recall the future
it
materializes within our past
we
return to the present
to
relax from the relapse
time
only flies into the clouds
when
the body and soul can no longer
be
one...
so
be two
and
let time fly.
lullaby?
cineman
hey
cineman
have
you seen the light
or
has
the light seen you?
hey
cineman
where
are you going
with
that lens?
have
you seen thru the lens
or
has
the lens seen thru you?
hey
cineman
are
you watching the flow
or
has
the flow flowed you?
no more silence, man
be
out loud
see
out loud
fuck
out loud
listen
out loud
desire
out loud
inspire
out loud
enquire
out loud
conspire
out loud
transpire
out loud
the
eyes you see thru
see
thru you, man
so,
cineman
what
have you done lately?
have
you recorded history
or
has
history recorded you?
hey
cineman
has
the vision been cleared
or
have
you cleared the vision?
time
lapse the clouds of your mind
so
you may see the density
of
your illusionary
delusionary
infusionary
confusion
and
this has no end
immortal
eye...
just
a beginning.
lover
yea
the
lover of life
comes
forth
to
make it right
and
bright
into
the night
as
heaven turns to earth
and
earth turns to
birth
as
we love ourselves together
in
the night
making
us bite
the
love
of
life
when
you're gone
the
night seems too long
to
multiply the song
of
life
down
the sidewalk of hell
but
since the love
we
share
can
only tell
where
we'll fall
let
us love the life we recall
even
if we show no love at all.
six
six
senses of touch
six
frames of love
six
sexual beings
being
delivered
to
six slaves
as
six wives cling on to their
sick
sex
and
six
sexual slaves cling on to their
six
strings of love
sixty
times in six seconds
sixty
miles an hour.
end
the century now before its too late!
fat
people
skinny
people
criminal
people
straight
people
war
zones
fire
zones
zoned
zones
country
politics
country
talk
fire
rehire
is
this too tired?
computer
networks
television
reworks
networks
of wetworks
cyber
people
jointed
people
siamese
people
people
people
with
no mind of their own
still
owned by the banks
and
hanks
of
society-insane
too
lame
bedlam
is the game
as
china is about to gain
100
more people to its name
let
out the insane
shut
in the sane
then
the real game
of
conquer me/conquer you
21st
century politics
feels
like
1st
century antics
are
you alive up there in the attic?
advertise
ad
add
advertise
until
your demise
concentrates
on your vice
as
you become an ad yourself.
poetic
conjunctions
appearing
within every dream
and
every dream
appearing
into every life
as
i walk the square round
and
circle the rectangle down
to
life's every blow
then
we die
with
certain eyes of flavor
toward
the guards of death
as
i walk the circle of life
into
a boxed nation
of
certain unbalance
turning
every corner
into
stone
and
every stone into color
as
i walk the life of dream
into
your dream
of
life
nation
of shame
brings
us together
to
find
an
unboxed fight
of
fright
into
a new world of the braver.
Copyright © DL Jaramillo 2005