Wondering through the streets alone
Finding no one but my own.
Till I see you there in the dark
Chewing on gum, I soon remark,
"I see you. You in the dark."
You smile and bare your teeth so shiny,
And your eyes so beady so so tiny. "I see you, in the dark. You can not run away.You can not trick me again," I say.I draw closer and its smile does fade,It growls at me, its face a lighter shade.I back away to see it vanish in the night,And I turn around towards the streetlights.
Don't lick it, it's rotten, see the flies and maggots swarming?
Son, hold your nose. the smell is nauseating , huh?
Pinch the skin and it melts on your tips,
Poke its head and your fingers sink and slip.
Its nothing to brag bout, Son.
It happens to all men,
when their days have run.
It will happen to all men,
when their sun's shine's gone.
By Art Hernandez 9-2002
Wild To Unreal
PART ONEI watch on as Birds are blindly crashing into clear glass windows:Breaking shattered glass falling onto a deserted road that winds endlessly into towering mountains touching the sky with cold white peaks that call themselves that exactly.Where'd the ones go, the ones that with some luck had bypassed the clear glass windows?Perhaps straight into the sun, our great fiery god above our heads, that fries us to death every high noon. But so what. Do them birds know? So they go!
And then there're storms that clean them peaks that clouds love to touch, over frozen slow flowing streams of rivers flowing, slowly. The storms wet the ground, and we may drown in them, slowly in them. Day in and day out. And the wet ground dries up.
PART TWOPlease you may feel my stem, it grows and grows, slowly. And watch as the red river on by flows:There're dead bodies on uppity waves float by us slowly.It's a scene from a gory horror show.My eyes can not take very much more of this sick shit; so I jump on my horse and go.Galloping through a rain of jagged rocks and growing snow storm, Me and My Horse go, Till we stop by a ROCK OF STRANGE SHAPE AND NEVER BEFORE SEEN COLOR. I STARE AND GLOWER AT THIS STONE, MY THOUGHTS DEEPENING, I SEE INTO THIS STONE THROUGH TO THE MIDDLE.SO MUCH AN ATTRACTION.MY BONES FEEL PERSUADED TO BREAK OFF THEIR CONSTRAINTS OF MUSCLES AND BURST THROUGH MY SKIN. I SENSE MY HORSE FEELS THIS AS WELL. my HEART, PUMPING HARD, WISHES THE SAME, TO BURST FREE AND FLY AWAY INTO THE AIR ABOVE, INTO THE FIERY GOD, OR THROUGH THE CLEAR GLASS WINDOWS. ONE AS MUCH AS THE OTHER, NO MATTER.and ALL AROUND THERE IS A SOUND, PERHAPS A SONG, A SONG OF UNNATURAL VIBRATIONS, AND I THINK ITS COMING FROM THE FUCKING STONE THAT BINDS ME STILL NEAR ITS HYPNOTIZING SHINE.I TRY AGAIN TO GO, WITH MY HORSE, YET FIND MY HORSE HAS DIED, DEAD AND STILL STANDING, WITH ME MESMERIZED AND STILL ON ITS DAMN BACK. BIZARRE!! however, SWIFTLY MY RIDE CRUMBLES BELOW, AS I STRIVE TO LAND ON BOTH FEET, LEAVING ONLY BONES TO DEFINE.THEN AS SUDDENLY AS THE ARROW STRUCK MY SPINE, THAT WEIRD STONE MUSIC DIES, AND A MOMENT GOES BY AND I FALL TO THE SANDY COLD road.I SEE A DOOR NOW, OPENING IN FRONT OF ME, (OUT OF NOWHERE) BEING HELD OPENED BY A CREATURE STRIKINGLY FAMILIAR (BY ALL KNOWN DEFINITIONS) TO DEATH ITSELF. IT'S INSTRUCTING ME TO STAND AND TO FOLLOW IT, WITH ITS BONY FINGER, TROUGH THIS SUDDEN entry.
"I AM STAYING RIGHT HERE, BONE HEAD!" I SCREAM AT IT.
EPILOGUEI WOKE UP TO A VERY BIG LIZARD - HUNGRY ONE PERHAPS - NIBBLING MY LOWER LIP. THE ARROW STILL DEEP IN MY SPINE. BLOOD PUDDLING BEHIND ME. and THE PAIN!! OH THE PAIN!!THE END
When he comes a knockin
You best be hoping
He be taking you to a better place
When he comes a knockin
You better be praying
He be taking you to the holy place When he comes a knockin
You best be wishing
You put on that clean pair of underwear When he comes a knockin
Better you be readying
Yourself for the coming nightmare When he comes a knockin
With those icy cold fingers
And cold chains rattling
And frightening stare lingering
You best be ready my son
You best be ready to run
The suns burns the children, with no roof on their heads, every summer, near the end of the Earth.
It happens like this nearly all the time. The fires and the storms, burning and churning, developing tidal waves that crush our bones, and smother all alike.
that's nothing new.
It happens for a reason, i can't see the reason, perhaps its buried in the polar ice capes, or deeper even than that, the reason that it is.
All i know is that it happens and we can never cease these things.
No matter right?
It's nothing we can do about it.
Like the jaws of tiger clamping on my ass.
Arturo Hernandez 2006 March 29
What The Heck?
What the heck,
what a crazy bitch,
killing me with her wit and kicking me in the head,
like a mother gone berserk, she's a jerk, crazy bitch.
She's an itch, that needs to be scratched real hard, till she bleeds to death. that crazy itch, that fucked up bitch. she's surely driving me to drink, stuff i 've never thought i'd drink, that crazy woman is gonna throw me 6 feet down, bury my soul, way deep down, near hell and near where the devil can be found.
Unless i think up shit real quick, think up a plan to get me out of her twisted world, think, think, think man!! Think!
Yeah, ah shit! To late! Here that itch comes now!!
Arturo Hernandez march 31 2006
I Buried Myself Here
All long time ago. Just me and my screwed up ego. It was my time to go.
Along with my blood and my crud. And my flea bitten dog.
Which lies silently now beside me, lapping at the blisters on my knee.
I can see the demons coming, the dancing undead, singing and swaying, to the music in their heads.
Its time to go, down below, they'll have their fun dragging me slow, down to Hell's fiery gallows.
I can't wait. It must show on my face. Can't wait to burn in my new place!
