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Uneasy Thoughts
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It's a Picture of me - The Tightrope (this narrow strip) - Down by the Stream - I Walked For Many Miles - The Building Up Above Us All - I Dream of Roaches In My Tummy - Stay As Far Away From Me As Possible Please!
It's a Picture of me
As I look down this endless well, there's a watery mirror at the end I see.
It sparkles; it's reflecting sunrays.
And from day to day,
As I look down it, I see a picture of me.
This mirror is clean, clean as can be.
It changes the picture of me every single day.
And I see a person I know,
As I look into this smooth plane below, I see a different me.
As green on trees come and go,
As snow melts and rivers dry,
I still look into this well I had looked down into long ago. And still I see,
It's true I say,
It's the picture of me.
Art Hernandez 1984
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The TightRope (this narrow strip)
He's walking across a very narrow strip,
Nearly falling into the shark pool below,
Killer bats flying into his face.
he swings at them,
Missing and hitting them as he strides across this strip,
Looking down at the hungry fish smiling up at him below.
he swears to himself, he will make it.
he's at the center of this thin strip, a strong wind brushes pass him.
he sways a bit, but no big deal.
Looking at his swatch he sees he will be late,
he starts to move quicker.
Faster and faster he goes, as the rope, this strip, sways and sways.
At the other side he knows he will feel much better.
11-5-88 Art Hernandez
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Down by the Stream
Unfortunate Holy men with shiny crowns drown
Under a roaring stream full of mean fish.
If you look hard and long you might catch a glimpse of a head or leg drifting down the stream. A hand or two reaching out for help.
If you look harder you may also catch a gleam of crown or the pointy top of one floating by.
Poor folk around the stream dip their tongues in the water to savor the rich flavor. The holy taste. Tastes like heaven, they say.
(In their dreams, the poor folk, holding hands, urinate in the sparkling stream.)
Unlike the Holy men, who dare not come to close to the stream, the poor folk love to frolic there.
Do you blame them? Would you (if your were a holy man), not unless you'd prefer to swim then die in the gleam of the a urine sparkle mix? Didn't think so.
And so, the poor folk, not as scared, perform their watery chores with no fear, day in and day out. Not one care in the world.
Art Hernandez 9 - 12 -1992
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I Walked For Many Miles
Today I walked for many miles, so far that my feet turned quickly from peach to red by my own blood;
I strolled the deep grassy meadows and dark green gardens, as the scent of apple trees in the rich air about suppressed my senses.
The clouds, high above me, accompanied me till they started to cry a shower upon me. I ran under the nice apple trees, their arms were wide open to me, They were so polite to me.
Now the disheartened clouds, my companions on my long stroll through the gardens and thick meadows, are gone, leaving only the blue above me;
I've walked for Many miles and now I am growing tired, so now I shall rest my big fat bloody Toes in the mud. Now I will sleep and dream of home and family, and friends gone away; then later I will begin my strolling again.
Art Hernandez 12-88
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The Building Up Above Us All
Just the other day I spoke to the tallest building in the world and I asked it, "Why are you so tall? The feet you stand on are so large. You appear king like, looking down upon us all. You reach into space, standing always at attention. You think us ants the ones you look down upon, do you not? Your eyes, the ones you use to look down upon us, are so large, so grandeur. I love that pointy hat your wear on your big head, it must keep you warm in winter and cool in summer. Yes? Huh?"
And as usual it never answers me. The nerve.
Art Hernandez 12-20-88
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I Dream Of Roaches In My Tummy
Yummy tasty little roaches, come here, come to papa,
Yes, you, the one with the twitchy little antennae,
Gather your friends upon my bread, and hurry now. There you go, yes more, and you too, come now.
Crunch, munch, and crunch.
Oh what delights, they tickle me senseless. I can barely think now, the thoughts in my head are swirling, I feel faint, like falling to sleep; perhaps I'll dream happy dreams, of roaches dancing in my tummy.
Why sure, I leave the crumbs and they come.
Oh yeah. Oh yeah.
Every night. When the moon is gone. Oh yeah. And the sun is sleeping.
Art Hernandez 5-13-2000
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Stay As Far Away From Me As Possible Please!
I see through the darkness but then from darkness there is no return.
I see through the darkness but then who fucking cares if it burns.
I was born with the unholy truth in my soul,
To vanquish all good, and fade away all lies forever.
My name is another name for evil, another name for murder.
And this will truly scare you, and this is truly me brother.
For I fear no evil, I am too evil, I tell no truth, I am fiery hot.
You fear me, so stay alert, or be hurt, so stay alert, or else I'll
smite you fast.
The pain won't last.
I'll kill your mother, your father, your only son, if it must be….
I carry my sign high above my head, 'beware of me, be scared of me, flee from me' it reads.
'At Once!'
Stay far from me, I can heal you none, yet I can steal your heart, eat it for lunch.
I breathe fire, like a dragon on crack, stalking the defenseless. That's what I am.
I'll kill you dead, cut into your fat stupid mother loving head.
Stay away from me my dear loved ones. My fingers mean you harm, they slice, they dice, burn you
like fire, freeze you like ice.
My eyes will fry the sun and millions upon millions more soon to become.
Don't force me to do it, to cut off your tongue. Stay away from me I say!
Pray. And stay away from me!
Heed my awful deeds!
Art Hernandez 8-14-1989
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Uneasy Thoughts copyright © 1999 by Arturo Hernandez
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