Nieta de Lupe Organic Intellectual Consciences

Angry about those detesting my spirit intervene things are not what you think liars philosophy it's the status quo frenzy in denial speaking of which depending on retreating victors in nothing smiling from inside but defeated on the outside defeated on the inside but smiling on the outside By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©

hold me into a bad nightmare of deliberate outcrys leave me failed sink into time remain upon your real natural self. Men try to own me gatekeep -- keep the gate closed from opening Organized threat defeated world stay in your place I am ready to leave mine By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©

Diabetes bad people eating takis not looking out for each morsel By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©

controversial leaf embedded time history growing illnesses By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©

Uprise for nature smells like pickles sweat terror feelings menses weirdo By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©

Petrified patronized position I feel paralyzed at times Then liberated in my suffering as long as it is mine stark hoax beavers princes really smiled the lies and truths half lies imagined lies while lying together Lying in yonder limitless corridors Harsh realizations the impact of surrealism magic chiseling and gnawing my true feelings for my true love dance worthy prince dance your intensity within me Our love is power Everything else a meaningless crop By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©

Within the Fountain Red Khakis subverse times end Reduce my minds weight I cannot seek you The iron is deficient thunder shakes lives up Made easy spring time dormant stacks caught mad within find my light dream sea Deborah Godinez Chicana practitioner By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©

“ It’s a desolate hoax when a community finds itself wounded by a constant influx of economic migration, separated families, broken laws that take their reasoning and pore it on the lives of children merely seeing how and when their existence can prevail toward something more than a pile of hopeless dribble. But it’s a triumphant reminder to see these courageous lives day by day forge a coherent enough reality that can overcome the loss and terrible humiliation that is felt by the grief that permeates over their survival. Death, illness, violence, and overwhelming pain will one day be the strength that can tear down this insidious and turbulent machine us Chicano/as confront in our everyday realities! “Let your life be the friction to counter the machine”————-Thoreau… that is definitely my life :) ” —

Is Madness Beauty and the normative monstrous?

I seen a yellow butterfly worn thin exhausted from life's vile grief made pain days ripen gorgeously, the lady's inn Transcend stories of scruples, frequent shame  and then the ship travels, restarts, slams Eyes open Ignorance-tossed thru the light Everyone is at a stampede forced might hard kicks to overcompensation land colonized; over compensation land The people distorted hit with a kick blind OBLIVION, pained-- proof of seeing deterred time passes, unpacks, and constructs, My gong, limited ego, and trying  People seem to seep in aimless dying By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©

And a crazy person And who cares, anyway? I don't need you to define normal for me! No, thank-you, colonizer-globalizer society You still pit one against the other --Well, let me tell you something! I know, I cannot ever join your club "I'll just make money off they asses" That is all they want to do with my people anyway! "My people, are you with me? Where you at?" The reconquest isn't me Isn't me invading you, mi amigo! Remember, the chicano men aren't with me either!  It is realizing that every breath of my grandma's existence was the breath of    an        Elite               Womyn! In the most least likely way, GRRL friend, she created a place for us... <Ahem> Every bit of her reality, empowering Empowering herself... through existence words   on     spontaneous, hasty, husky, edgy, hit or miss miles of ropey green fragile tiny little discreet veins And my matriarchal family of patriarchs can

In mercury twilight, I write severe admonishments treated as selfish whims, upon my desirous, breaks of fish Whom I neglect without any a dear to repair his sights--only game in rear of the front view that is served on a dish delightful, delirious strain, selfish foreboding, wretched role that appears to be my heartened warm, rigidly torn The diluted mental-state hoods that moan squander typical days caught by the thorn of bliss, everlasting forms--timid groan Violence destructs, creates fine figures--born And reassembled passions, they go roam By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©

Artichoke art alcove cast cast casas cast as a me, cast me as a villain if you will... But don't tare out my heart please!!! Please I plead! college controversial blizzards tittering through the Macabre mind? Go figure, figurehead. Beautiful womyn! Cats tumble all around me on my tumblr.   By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©

Upside down shows piggy banks that have been robbed gone wild- -irreversible damage... defeated, divided family --families Skunks determine my progress Like the determination of skunks' spray. And cats (plural) protect the outer limits of Humanity. Looks are clear, Persevere, my lovely-lovely dear. This depends on my severe disorder called a passion to avoid your normal, dictator, colonizer, globalizer world that takes me for a walk, But never out to Lunch... AWE... My lunches with Tone ba BONE ya! Clever. Rectangles, triangles and stars... IDK? I don't subscribe only prescribe! By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©

But still staring at the stars still having a hard time waking up! Now I know I have to navigate. When I was four years old I bashed my brothers (plural) atari up with their own baseball bat. According to tone and meter, that moment has defined me.  I had to fight for my rights then, so that they would let me PLAY!!! My life is a dramatic epic poem with various dimensions/ destinations... Pizza acts as a healer to the Superhuman... My grandma's strength and endurance is gone... I will never hear... here... I mean hear her say " Mira la bebita bonita " AGAIN... My boyfriend is crazy... I am a little crazy... You know, crazy is not a bad thing... "If you don't have enough madness, go rehabilitate yourself!" Elephants are treasures in my mom's home. My cats are my protectors I've come to learn despite that I am only realizing what I can... "be as smart as these societies (plural) present..." Technologically, th

Life is like swimming against a violent current, until you get into the calm waters Meanwhile peace (the calm waters) are always there you just do not know they are Until something happens and you discover yourself... that peace has always been there this whole time all along. Life is a painful hoax. The joke is on you! By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©

A body is missing Easter just passed The rest of the Mythological creatures Like Jesus and the bunny, Easter's mascot Are absurdly tucked under the grief of death NOT TO MAKE A BIG DEAL OR ANYTHING, But a body is missing We--meaning--humanity (inclusive of myself) are born, we grow, into kids kidz that used to be babies that used to be fetuses, that were embryos Then we become adults, take ourselves too seriously, Then we become frail, until one day, it's hard to breathe or move We release waste when we feel like it As babies; we are getting used to our little organs We release waste without being able to control our bowels when we are old Our organs have been used up, worn out A body is missing it seems to be absent of animation because life ends Rebirth lays at the pinnacle of all possibilities A body is missing, gone, with the temporal length of animated force Goodbye, missing body. My body is still animated , lasting in this

Distant past interrupted this truth feeling forfeited, calling aloud, please to all you false people afraid of these Emotional days entangled with youth Screaming in old age, struggling, with their truth that haunts, waiting for the moment to tease One's conscience, with raging rants--deeply seize A caress, familiar flies, in a booth Recovering, but not well, with no spleen I live-breathe, and freakout, I see, how dare someone fuels loss--integrity that's seen The making of a life--lived, till it's bare Reign falls silent into a breathless scene The peace overcomes the flaws that float rare audio By Deborah Godinez ©  

Bars of all sorts: -dive bars, jail bars, cantinas , chocolate bars, metaphorical bars Lady Ladies/ Mujeres sacrifice for their familias I am only first generation but here in my thirties I am the youngest six other siblings and their lives I feel more like third generation I speak Spanish I speak English I spoke them both first I mean a la ves at the same time I sacrifice here and there for my own progress I am a lady/ Mujer What is sacrifice? just giving of your time for others? I am sure, if I am creative, like I'm then sacrifice and doing what I love can be simultaneous Just like those two languages that have taken me through my REALIDAD By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©

The drama dies My Grandma is gone CELEBRATE HER LIFE! --here we are, a little empty worried, anxious, procupadas Preoccupied with the pain from the final moments DEATH causes frenzy disorder, chaos, A windy hospital reflects in my mind She was Mia's companion the friend to an only child only seven Who knew? eighty-two going on seven? I was able to know as much as much as she'd share with me She did what she wanted I let her.. My mom would complain she'd worry she'd get hurt at eighty-two, washing dishes, walking around, doing what she wanted Little grandma wanted to wash her own cup So, I let her Sometimes I worried. She'd go to the hospital We'd be a little scared I visited --my mom, hysterical I went to see little grandma one time --she was calm, collective; No, pues, aqui estoy bien Last time, I didn't visit, I thought, mom, exaggerating, again And all of a sudden so suddenly, I mean --the relatives

Amnesia distance assumes the family discusses and argues unbinds a bend in a natural fixture quite timely they ask and wish, push, shove, shame,demand, lend until regret, remorse, distance-- creates frenzy, anxious, wretched, frightful, abrupt cancerous thought, ego initiates misguided inheritance to disrupt then trusting, clarity may take, contain visions reflected in selfless remark Heart drops, is lifted, finds how to sustain And here the journey begins; we embark feel power freed-- does not deliver pain LIBERATION fills meaning-- treats our brain Autora Deborah Godinez 2011 ©

Fostering a climate of tempers,  unleashing love to those attached  to the inconsequential How can anyone ever tell?   The bullshit from the real?   When your stuck in a community  inundated with hatred, prejudice, and the normalizing of stereotypes   The very things STEREOTYPES   Things--types that keep the community   Oppressed   Wake-UP, Wake-UP!   Tune in, don't miss out It's another lie so that you buy stuff   so that you'll buy into the lies   So you stay numb, think less of yourself --That is what they want   The Capitalist Monsters   they want Lil, monsters, consumer, marketer monsters   "Because the machine will try to grind you into dust anyway whether or not you speak."----------Audre Lorde   I advise,   for ya'll to speak out, speak loud, speak easy,   with fear if it is there, fearless otherwise Use your nervous cracked voice to call out the unjust actions  as they happen   Speak More   Speak Fearless   Spe

In the gallery of comprised glimmer a somber girl forms intoxication recognizing the blurs live, sheer shimmer while others flourish--her exposition, trembles, crashes, defies--arranged attack nomalized--a condemning penalty ubiquitous, refined, blinding contracts vicious hint, daunting noise, apparently Rising parallels, unique, feverish Formulas, known and unknown, slam course, float tearing--grieving, commemorates our wish framework theory--opposing knowledge wrote figurative flights, journeys--that mountain Flames of irony, trapped, no more fountain Autora Deborah Godinez 2011 ©

Tremendous Life Astonishing Accomplishment Rendered invisible Visibility means something to us To Struggle through POVERTY An Assassination of an Indigenous Husband Erasure of Culture But still you CHANT From your hospital bed you CHANT You CHANT like Always those old prayers worth chanting Chanting all the way from Durango The Mexico that let us all down Some grandmothers/ ABUELITAS knit, tell stories, bake cupcakes, form HOUSEHOLDS But all you did Abuelita is play the Man in our lives Be our PROVIDER! bring us to Los Estados Unidos, Al Norte pa pensar nueva vida Y hay no la pasamos And you CHANT --Today, I chant with you, Abuelita! Tengo tu Virgensita que te cuido por tanto ano I have your Virgensita  And I'll drive the provider car that you have left empty Porque como Mujer tambien puedo ser hombre Pa que veas que las viejas si sirven pa algo audio By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©