Lost

Young and daring freedom loving fearless punk
Addicted to excess school he flunked
Found love early the free bird also found a cage
Never ending bliss decreased he then turned to rage

Went to Vegas risked it all and lost even the house
Defeated he returned feeling smaller than a mouse
His pride he also lost but one thing he gained . . . a divorce
Now he lost his mind his soul and all there’s nothing worse

Pawned his ring and bought a gun
Put it against his temple now he’s gone
Better learn a lesson my son
Simple truth I’m a bad example now I’m in hell
Just concentrate do the opposite and you’ll be well




EDMUNDO BARRAZA
Visalia, CA. 04-05-2012




Brothers

Born from the same genes and innermost
Sperm and ovaries, root and soil
Equal and yet so different
Unequal and so indifferent
Same blood both ways
Separate litter, separate mind, soul, and all else too
Nursed and bred by the same hand and rules
Heartless and faked yet sometimes
Humble and straight
Some handsome outside
And handsome inside
Some pretty in and out
Although not all the time
You could forget you are good
When you remember you could be mean and cruel
And all the while remain impeccably firm
As you convince yourself how flawless you are
However, you never say it
Clearly, you have your favored precious
Thank God they are interchangeable
Not as a son or a daughter
Where you could never decide or proclaim
Who your favorite is
Fraternal love eternal and ephemeral
It could be applied in the same sentence
Pleasure and pain, love, and indifference
Love them all is your final recourse
A gift from God could also mean
A Satan’s curse
Nevertheless, the plague can eventually fade away
But you will never dissuade Satan of course
Relatives, kin or blood, you can never escape
Like it or not you are stuck
You cannot repel or refuse
My best advice, enjoy and ignore
Alternatively.


Dedicated to my seven brothers and sisters. I love you all.

EDMUNDO BARRAZA
Visalia, CA. 05-28-2012



“I sought my soul
But my soul I could not see
I sought my God
But my God eluded me
I sought my brother
And I found all three.” 
– William Blake

It’s Like . . .

Killing an ant with a nuclear bomb, total exaggeration
Stoning a woman right after she’s been raped, abomination
Creating the final solution to exterminate a wandering nation
Inexplicable and contradictive, killing cancer with radiation
Tormenting and torturing without mitigation

Crying at the bottom of the sea to drown your sorrow
Fighting foreign wars all over the world, non-stop in a row
Committing suicide today for things that will disappear tomorrow
Saint Sebastian expiring and receiving another arrow
Asking money from a beggar, when he has nothing to borrow

God never lies you can’t insist
Begging God to make me believe he doesn’t exist
Asking God to become friends with Satan so evil can cease to exist
Declining access to hell even if I persist or desist
Satan always lies he can’t resist

There’s no solution or substitution for disillusion
There’s no compensation or restitution for revolution
Brain surgery needed for a mind so narrow
And heavy, impossible to carry in a wheelbarrow
Angry and nonconformist, I raise my fist
Only to be censored, disqualified and dismissed.




EDMUNDO BARRAZA
Visalia, CA. 04-11-2012