Faces Of Oaxaca

la chavita de la panela


nino de los tres rincones


una pareja feliz

That Guy

fear my friend
the artist's scorn
for the sadness you invoke
may be my next newest lyric
in that song that makes the audience say
"Damn, Im glad Im not that guy!"

But you are
"that guy"

that guy who made me care
then acted careless
that guy who gave me hope
then left me hopeless
that guy who hurt me
even if it wasnt on purpose
that guy
who got me twisted
and then unraveled me with words
sounding sweet and sincere
those words...
those words
coming
from your mouth
caressing my skin with each syllable
haiku-ing your way into my heart...


now i know you try hard
to make me understand
i want so badly
to believe you
but fear
and past experiences
keep me
away

I know your not perfect
but the truth
is a start
a start
to a truth
only time takes apart

i miss you now

but ill close with the night
leaving your memory
to dance
through my dreams
where
what i want
is
the same
as what is right
and you are a song
that i sing while smiling

6

The Game Continues: Damn you Sexy Bastard: For Making Me Continue These Poems As a Series where I Have To Write The Same Title Over and Over Again Because I Have a Type A Personality; Haiku Form.

We are playing chess
Carefully moving pieces
Who will win this game?

Time tells everything
Still we try to tell the time
So relentlessly

Rest left hand in right
Eyelids heavy, little sleep
I am still a bird

Flying Formation
Changing with the cross winds flow
See me soar from sight

Watch me drift away
No need to be saved today
Lost desire to stay

Connected to this
Web of lies and alibis
I thought we were friends

Relationship ends
My love has now departed
Somewhere deep-I cry

Tomorrow comes slow
Found lost time to reminisce
loosing you-winning me

Damn you sexy bastard part deux; haiku form

Your sincerity
Comes into question lately
Watch words for safety

You waited to tell
The truth about your marriage
Until I said I knew

How can I believe
What you say when you say it?
Situation slides

Still I want you more
Wondering what force compels
Me hold hand in fire

Imagining you
Into me and unattached
Circumstance wilts words

“Damn you sexy bastard” (Chronicles of our forbidden love)

Make the world slip,
slip away
Sliding into smiling sweet lips
so kissable,
“So dangerous”
you say.

“Off limits”?

so fall the fuck away then
because I’m falling fast
Falling
For this forbidden fruit fantasy
I cant have you?
Can’t have
You
make me lose
control
Forgetful of rules
Morals, standards and philosophy
All because of your “unavailability”

“And”?

The softness of your leather jacket
covering skin, I long to be within
so touchable
“So dangerous”
You say.

Damn you
Sexy bastard.

Impossible romance
and No other way
Would I still love you?
If you could stay?
Perhaps…
But id sure as hell want you much less

“end”.

Painter’s Kiss

I didn’t know
If you were real
So I kissed you
To see how your lips would feel
They took me in and stole my breath
Your tongue rolled like mountains
over hips and mouth, my everything
was your canvas to create something

The newness made you better

Mixed with liquor distilled in desire
Tasted right to me
You smell like your supposed too
Like a man without an image to uphold
Home-made clothing splashed with paint
Every color lives on you

You are a painter
Painting
wierd pictures
On the cold night pavement
I am a singer
Singing
strange songs
Steaming through fresh winter air

Tonight became a melody

Splashed with colors
From your kiss
I will sing you again tomorrow
As you draw upon my memory
On this half-painted canvas
That we found on the sidewalk

tragame

Cuantas noches pasan
sin tu amor
Cuantas mananas
sin escuchar tu voz

Sentirte cerca
es lo que mas qiero
sentirte cerca
besanodos

Que tu boca me trague
hasta el fondo de ti
Que tus pallabras me eleven
sin parar de reir

si quero sentirte
siempre cerca de mi

Hasta la eternidad

Suspicious Package

If you see someone with a suspicious package
You better go and find a policeman to tell
Cause he may be a terrorist or maybe a communist or even worse an anarchist
He’s gone blow as all to hell,
yeah gonna blow us all, yeah blow us all, gonna blow us all to hell

With that:
Suspicious package, suspicious package. Suspicious package
Tell me what you got in that bag?
Show me what you’re hiding in your bag?

1984, Big Brothers knocking at your door
He’s on the web and he’s on your phone
So don’t be afraid cause your never alone
No your never alone, no your never alone, no your never, no no never alone…

When you’ve got a suspicious package, suspicious package, suspicious package
Tell me what you got in side your bag?
What you got, well what you got yeah
What you got inside your bag?

I’ve got a suspicious package
Thought that I should let you know
Yes ive got a suspicious package
It comes with me each place I go
You may look and you may find
The most suspicious package
Lives in you mind

Thank You:)

The Gift that keeps on Giving...
or maybe just freaking you out
a little bit.
Strange.
Promotional Photo by Min
for this Friday night's Dance Party,
appropriiately titled, "Give Back"
More details and oodles of fun exploding
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check it out and keep on dancin!



Thank you friends
for all the love, laughter and support.
A day later now,
I look back and find it hard to believe
that it all really happened...
But Ive got photographic evidence,
so I know it did,
and that makes me smile.
Hope that you left the show a little lighter
than when you came in,
because my heart
was flying;
singing songs
and
flying.



Beautiful photographs by Sandy Hechtman. Thank you Sandy:) http://www.sandyhechtman.com

SET LIST For CB’s 313 Gallery: March 10th, 2006

Olive Greed
Ma Grandmer mechant
Dreaming
Chronica De Un Adios
Joey
Suspicious Package
We Used To Be friends
A Broken Heart Is Such A Shame
Forgive Everything (greedy war)

I am a Kosher Burrito: Tales of a Jewish Mexican

Im a kosher Burrito
Hummus on a tostido
Im a jap with estilo
Chica ruda con voz

don’t drink kosher sangria
though i love my tequila
Snuck it in to yeshiva
Chica ruda con voz

Matzah ball soup
Tastes much better with salsa

Please don’t call me a gringa
Because that’s not what I am
My fathers a Spaniard
My moms Mexican

Please don’t call me a gringa
I might cut of your pinga
Estoy harta de justificar
Quen soy yo

Yes I know Im a guera
Still Ill fight in your Guerra
Y aunque tu no lo creas
Tenemos mucho en commun

Im a kosher Burrito
Hummus on a tostido
Im a jap with estilo
Chica ruda con voz

Caminos variados
En el transcurso del tren
He sido rica pero pobre
Y sin dinero fui feliz

When most people find out that I am Mexican, they usually respond by telling me that I am not. “You are not Mexican, “ they say “you don’t look Mexican.” Here are some of the resposes that Ive given to this ignoramous comment.


The “bounce back” response:
“really? So what does a ‘Mexican’ look like”?

The “smart ass” response:
Yeah, I know I don’t look Mexican today because I left my poncho and my sombrero at home this morning. The donkey likes to wear them because he gets lonely when I leave him in our little adobe hut all by himself. Sentimental, tequila drinking, Donkey…I just love that crazy ass!

The “freak people out with my weirdness” response:
“Yeah, you’re right. I am lying…sheesh. Sorry about that, how embaressing. You caught me! Shit you caught me! I have this blasted mental illness that forces me to lie pathologly all the time…So you wanna be my friend?”

The “you are mexican” response:
“Well actually, I am Jewish and Mexican. Can you fuckin believe it?! What an awesome amalgamation of culture.... So what are you? Oh, you don’t know? You’re a white man from Texas you say. Well Golly gee wow, so actually its you who are the Mexican. That’s just dandy"!

The “I will educate and enlighten the world with my response” response:
“Well I understand how you might arrive at an opinion like that if you have never been to Mexico before. We only know what we see and understand through our experience and exposure through various media outlets. In movies and on TV, Mexicans are stereotyped as being short, brown people who mow lawns, do dishes. Sometimes they are also depicted as pistoleros who ride through the dusty streets of “Mexico” shooting up the town.

The truth is far from these Hollywood images. If you were to go to Mexico, you would see a beautiful rainbow of diverse cultures, not unlike here in the United States. Believe it ot not, There are bustleing cities in Mexico, in fact, Mexico City is considered a “Super City” and is the second largest city after Sao Paulo. Mexico also has one of the highest levels of biodiversity of all the contries in the world.

I want to say up front that “The Three Amigos” is still one of my favorite movies. I love the songs and the silliness of the whole thing, but the impression that it creates in the North American mind is wrong; it is an oversimplified understanding of an entire nation.

The truth is far from the Hollywood image. Mexico is more than dusty roads and drunken, topless, teqilanated teenagers. Mexico is a beautiful rainbow of peoples and cultures. It has one of the highest levels of biodiversity of the entire world. The people, the architecture, the music, and the food, is a distinct to each region and each place you go is new and different to the one before it.