High Definition Noise

the noise of the city below is deafening
the people scuttling around to make money
the puppet leaders answering to no one

vampires of the Americana dreamers
drinking the blood of youth while they work
who sleep through life's' little white lie
no shame to this bliss, it just is

promises of gold Master Cards
to pay for big TV vices
drowning youth in mindless watching
of clowns in high definition color

we see the sweet and glitter on their faces
screens of I candy never releasing
its death grip on our mind

the sun shines on the buildings drenching the flag
as it waves in the wind commanding attention

we have so much to fight for
perceived freedoms, perceived happiness,
perceived power and the right to drink, smoke,
carry guns to kill one another

the flower of doom with sun spots is healing
it will one day grow up to swallow us all
in icy packed cartons of ground up meat
one by one together we'll grind
like the empires of history told to us by parents
and their parents before

virtual earths becoming reality
incoming rocks from tanks in war zones
hired mercenaries with no allegiance
except to the almighty dollar

true measure is in us
but we are a sleep
this time around

maybe the next time we'll jump
out of our selves and into life
or maybe I'm kidding you and myself that,
we will ever weak up

©2008 Jose F. Sosa

Kodachrome Dreams

they say you are a little shy
but you know what you want
i walk to my room
grab the keys

drive around for a while
until the end of a song
people drinking vodka at the pub
in peace the liver drowns

it is the only way
in balance with
chaos and calm

their tears white
with salt and caffeine
wishing they where happy
wearing microsoft blue

looking for a professional
to ease their pain
in secret devil deals of greed
portraying the sandy dream of life

trees ending their relationship with them forcefully
dogs barking louder for all to listen
to the important message of the game

Weight less radio waves reverberating the soul
with noiseless dreams of kodachrome color

messages of hot of the press bullshit
ready for your consumption
inventing what we lack

fearing deception as fast as destruction
in collapsing realities
who will displace the beads
of confusion in their future

©2008 Jose F. Sosa

The red chair

The red chair

walking through beads strung over doors
my body displacing them
smoky filed dim lit space
in the center a red chair

sitting in that chair is
right
she dances around me
each movement sweater

swaying with trees in the dark
the rendezvous exhibition
leaves floating in the air
slowly rocking back and forth
downward to the water below

we don’t care about it
just open the fields of contoured reflection
rings and snow capped mountains
ignoring social norms

sit in this red chair
in denomination of man and souls
it folds around me engulfing thoughts

electrocuting me with life energy
see the stormy skies
making people cry
don’t bend with the wind

resist and proliferate with passions
you can count on the red chair
it will equalize us

By Jose F. Sosa ©2008

In The Middle of Nowhere

in the middle of nowhere
faraway chance of landing
on course
detours of momentary distractions
with lasting thoughts
of existence
underlining sky lines
of hope
believing what is not real
for comfort
waking alone through gates and passages
will heavens gates be there
will the light that eliminates my voyage
keep shining
through darkness
i travel
skimming through life’s
outer edges
willing to do and suffer
for hopes and dreams, delayed
keeping space
holding on to pieces of
fractional lies
fictional tears
undercover dreamers, trigger
happy days of glory
traversing the streams, of the body
with ease
the moonlight comes
caressing the ego
new life beaming
for a day
now newborn
begin again

©2008 Jose F. Sosa

Ham Burger Dream

ham burger dream

under the tree
is where I’ll be
waiting for apples to drop

or maybe just to keep out
of the global warming sun

the sky changes to
color of static television
acid raindrops
to quench the earth

cars polluting the earth
stars on a collision course with us

bush invading the sun
of no answers to problems

wearing always
fads of latest

creating stress
trying
sometimes
drifting now

we’re all ammeters
yoda pop culture drunks
drifting more

drinking the red bullshit
everyone does it

stale pornographic web, boring
reality TV, snoring
drifting even more

the red chair inviting
you thinks so

the ham burger dream of
accelerated riches

white consciousness blankets
frightening away common sense

does anything make sense?

of course with a little
imagination and love
this drug can solve it all

p=np

©2008 Jose F. Sosa

Will Rain Change Us

will rain change us

roaming the roads in darkness
loosing fear to wonder the unknown
transmissions of sound deafening

under wet skies of television static
molted air of cross baring lands
wild fortune of greed bubbles

with churches and cheese
documented sickness in worlds of friction
dancing with sleepless interconnected masses

using me
me using them
we shoot them
with poisoning politico prowess

she’s in love with herself
navigating the landmines of capitalism
with stupid calm and closed eyes

we can not win without ideas of consequence
it is raining today

will it change us tomorrow

©2008 Jose F. Sosa

Eternity

By Jose Favian Sosa
josefsosa@yahoo.com
http://www.josefsosa.com/

I
Was dreaming I would find you

All
Our life awaits passion
Our life awaits actuality

In
Our encounters we find madness
Our encounters we exchange energy
Our encounters love becomes transparent

Love
gives us undying and everlasting attention
gives us perpetual realization
gives us unending awareness
gives us unrelenting infatuation

Eternity
Is not enough to spend with you
Is not enough to satisfy my thirst for you
Is not enough to embrace you
Is not enough to realize
obsessions, passions, fascinations

Eternity

©2008 Jose F. Sosa