XENOPHOBIA

Xenophobia means a phobic attitude towards strangers or of the unknown. ...
Xenophobia implies a belief that the target is in some way foreign. ...
Xenophobia is when you comes from space, inhuman
Xenophobia is to ask for a job and be rejected
just rigth after you say you didnt born there,
Xenophobia is to survive emotionally
among the people surrounding you
by pretending you ignore they hate you,
Xenophobia is in so many ways
the way you see the world
developing and evolving in front your eyes
despite all the efforts your couple keep doing
to kill and change until you finally may fit into his vision

Xenophobia is to held a sign over your back
saying : Im taking your jobs opportunities away
or Im a drug dealer, a felon...

Xenophobia is a certaincy that
wherever you born, brains were sold out,
so that you are mentally retarded
Xenophobia is a matter of power
and makes people hates meet satisfaction
because your future is somehow depending on their legal system

Xenophobia is an excitement
for some, calling us garbage, useless
like feeling in a way superiority
for having born with all the rigths your country provided

Yes you did born with rigths
Yet, I choose them and Figthed for them
Like If you were the birth mother bounded with some natural law
but me, Im the one who raised and worked,
adoptive and absolutely more valuabable

Who do you think then, deserve more to be a citizen?

kid playing with the world

life in realtime is an slow space moving
things we hate run the slow space
you seems to be waiting
as the time go by and never reach the end

I was a kid once with the world between my hands
excited about it..
cannot remember who gave it to me
but it did, and told me to do something with it

As I held the world it became hurting
made my hands bleed
I wanted to break it,squeeze it
everytime

I couldnt find any fun about it
so I gave it to someone else
not told to do something with it
but to intended to succeded living with it

to survive in the slow space moving
real lifetime torturing of every day

the scratcher

some one its been scratching me
in a place no one knows about
I was staring at the stars
then It just happened
I fell asleep, between that cloud and the other

Alone as I thougth I was
just keep crying eyes closed
in silence,
while my soul were scratched deep
the edged sharpen side
stick in my ears somehow
and the sounds were driving me mad

But if my eyes are closed enough
I can still thinking this I been dreamin
was never true, never happen
and let it go


My pain is there
and my soul is leaving me
like we are unreal
but it scratches anyway
until it feels nothing
tomorrow they will love me
they will like me, they will know
I may be hurt

But tonigth,
it just scratches..

And I hate the moon
I blame the stars
and that cloud and the other

While far away from here
people fall in love
and make promisses
looking at the very same moon.

War Waste

Im the disease, you my cure
Im the mod, you turn my dust into clean
Im madness, you are my resting

I have seen death
Im a product or a waste from war
dont know yet
Im a product from a life irony
Yet, I have not surrender
Not really over, until Im finally quit
because I wanted to

Not really over until I finally
may decide I cant go on anymore
or there are no more places to go
no more advetures to run in
no more, no more

Yes, I am a waste discarded garbage from war
but, I was holding over my back
the punishment for the sins of many
manny faces hidden in the shadows
I was holding all over me
the scars from a devastation I couldnt started
but to battle to fix it

Not really over or gone
the deeper the bleed I born again
the more beaten, the more the desire to born harder

Cant stop surviving
Cant stop finding a way
unbreakable
Lasting

Somehow time ahead
my last breath I know will taked by angels
or demons if not lucky enough
Then Ill settle and surrender in peace
Knowing war cannot take me away
away from home

How`s like to be an orphan

To be an orphan
is to walk on the streets alone
like a ghost, knowing you are dead
wishing someone may see you finally
and cares about it
like if there is a chance to find a million dolars there
but never happened.

and to be
unable to trust, unable to be confident
knowing theres too much risk
in share the only thing you hold and its yours
yourself.

be an orphan is like being lost
for a time who appears endless.
is like having a terrible disease
and the certaincy of your days are close to last

be an orphan is being betrayed
million of times
until you stop feeling alive
without any friend, anyone.

be an orphan is hard skin
and crystal heart you wont show
feeling the world hates you so badly
feeling the entire earth rejects you
as if was better you never being born

But somebody said,God make the rain fall for all of us
for all of happiness children sons
and for the orphan ones
wich never show our tears
because they were already wasted

neither of this matter, no
we never missed what we never had
maybe our birth was a disgrace for somebody
but to God it was a miracle

Dust

All I see is dust

in every reasonable way of thinking
its silly how come dust spreads surfaces
its a veil to blind the future´s landscape
over my eyes hurting dust
brown dust inside my thougths
outside in the peoples minds
painful barrier

My life is a chain of imposible tasks
steps moving in the wrong directions
and the dust becomes a window glass
to feel the others,
for them to notice whatever soft or colour
over my velvet skin

Same to another

Why there is so many people
concern about they are so different to others
that they feel are bounded, grounded
cursed like with a terrible disease

dont get the picture
please explain it again

I dont want to be same to another
I dont want to fit in the crowd
I dont want to fit in around,
I dont want to understand
I dont want to fit in wherever they are

bounded the one same to many
with no other specialty, ordinary, common..
unatractive, normal
sand on the beach
tears falling from heaven

Its more than pride
Its more than a vain feeling
Its more and beyond
be different and set yourself free

Allow your own voice to speak
be honest with yourself
the more liying is not going to make you better
just make you closer to others
whenever they are closer understand
and read your underground reasonings
since they are so predictible

You are so predictible

I dont want to be same to another
if others hate me for being different
I know they look only through a tinny window
and I can see every detail in the far landscape
and beyond.

Bless myself unlikely everyone
Bless anybody who can call themselves unique

Under Panic

Floating away with my fears
I let them drag me to the insecure shore
where everything bad happens
and every nigthmare is coming after me


Im leaving like a butterfly
when I cant hold on, no more
wait and see this bad dream may come true

or may not

As If Im lonely at the island
and scream is something i cant do
Im leaving with my ghost dust
until such visions are gone

As If Im lonely at the island
like a little child I am
have my mind set to role a victim
My body just cant figth back

I was told to let that happens
battered , helpless where my comands
long time ago,
now i walk into dark with fear
and the fear is the dark of my life

and when the sunshine shows next morning
It promisse it wont happens no more.


copyrigthed to zen riley poetry.

Evolution

Im evolving

Evolution takes place
In every far land I must stay,
I can evolve

I can learn and survive
I mimetize between all them
I dont believe what Im seeing
I dont believe what others tells me to

I mimetize

tomorrow, theres another land to conquer
Im still the traveler
the foreigner
around me there are lots of smells
i picked up walking everywhere

I move while others fear
I have lost most of my luck
but i can find more ahead
I can dig a hole endless
and find happiness wherever it stops

or walk forever

My fear is the fear to stop keeping this feeling
to stop destroying the floor underneath
I fear the fear of being safe and stop crying

Crossing the line

You know,
yesterday I went to the river shore
to wet my feet and feel the fresh air over the fields
green, brown, red, yellow as the season
and for a moment I realize It felt great
without you

You arent excitant
how can I explain it to you?
you dont know how to be fun anymore
you are a prisioner
you do, never think
you walk, always the same roads
you say, the same over and over
you are always mad with everyone
with everything

I just imagine, how it would be
to free myself again
what are my looses, what are my gains
i was about to throw my looses
dont care enough
to feel again I belong to life

To feel at last
I dont have to please anyone NEVER
that is my punishment
to all my pride seasons
God took my wings
and I learned...

But now, Im dying for it
to the fligths I cannot make
to the places I cannot visit
and because my reason is so stupid
you.

a foreigner weirdo

somebody stops me while i was at the store
he said, she said, diferences is the same
i was the unusual thing at the menu
i was the imported craft
for a moment it was interesting
now they want to get ride of

Is just another land issue
those who kicked me out my own country
forced me to fly away
maybe I liked where i belong
but when choices are running out of the bridge
you got to get one, or get nothing
so i did

I thougth in my innocence
world was much older
much mature to see people change home
and grow flying seeds into strange fields
without asking where do they come from

The battle is set
and people dont give a break
thats how things are
when earth is just another small town
and your name is not written
in its welcomy list

There are days when
I hear music from my own place
and my heart gets excited
in a mix of emotions, between sadness and joy
my heart feels like blowing out of my chest
then i remember,
i start remember my childhood
and the places i went through
but arent mine anymore

I been forced to be a rare specie
an exotic criture
living in a middle of a fool crowd
wich just dont understand
thinking they are better than me
just because i have borrow a bit piece
of their sagrade land
well, now that land borrow
were pay on tears and blood
yes i did pay for it, making myself a job slave
a working machine without any rigth
any complaint

for me, left only one hope
come back one day home
to listen there that song about a peasant man
who drives slowly under the suns heat
its heavy cart pulled by a couple of bullocks
while drinks the soft flavor of a sugar cane

square days

Shake me, shake me until I may wake up
shake me hard, shake me soft
make me renew joy for tears

shake me until I may falls down
and loose my memory
shake me, until my legs feels trembling
and my doubts disappear

shake me, until I may loose strength
until I stop drowning under a sea of emotions
shake every safe
until I stop desiring another buzzy life

Stop counting my days, my nigths
Shake the floor until I been gone
until I stop pretending
a life pretending be someone

A life pretending I may be different
A life pretending I may be missing a part

shake my moon, shake my sun
until I wake up or gone
wake up!
or whatever came to me first.

Working Mom

Working mom,
you do look great,
for other things you are a shame
always ready, always on time
hidding the untiddy,
dont care a dime

do you know who I am?
do you know what are my plans
today afternoon?
the house is empty,
same here.
You would be surprised
If you knew the kind of people you made
dont blame you I just dont fit
when I talk about
the walls are there to listen,
the silence is there to listen,
to listen my voice, wich you dont treasure
to listen the sound of my hope
when you laugh of it,
none but boring

your lack of time, of patience
made me believe I screw with your life
no matter Im passing through it as a ghost
I understand, you dont need me, dont need my time
have nothing to share with me
except your misery

I understand, you wants me to be supportive
you wants me to listen at you
you wants me to cry over my shoulder
ey, there is a pet in the backyard

You cant love whats a mistery

none what I do is acomplished,
here are your words
none what I do is good enough
here is what you say


when you come home,
dont feed my body, feed my spirit...
when you come home, do nothing
is too late
too late for you to know this things
too late for me to belong your world

ey working mom,
keep doing it, great job!

Cube blocks

Last nigth we met
me and HIM
I had my hands empty,
but my heart was full
All my frustrations were at same time
same place, me the same
i was so piss, tunned to dark places
Just felt It wouldnt be apropriate
Blaming HIM with those feelings,
humboldt at last I said

"I hold visions in my head too long
I had commited the same suicide over and over
crying out the same tears in my mind
have felt the desire to reach the end for the felony
I been wanted every time..
IT was so tempting ask HIM,
¿what should I do?
I guess I knew the answer, I keep saying:
I think had a figth, with mi father
I claim to him: why you have done everything to see me fail,
Never expected any good from me,
I wonder if you enjoyed enough
beating me up?
But such claiming were too old..
so I just continued:

Guess, I had a couple of words to my mother too
to ignored me, to abandon me
tell me, why you never gave me protection?
such claiming were too damn old...

I told HIM:
I just hold this images,
I understand why they bother you
but they been visions in a dream"


And HE answered me back:
"YOu speak only because
of what you have fed your spirit
all this years, same fed, same ideas
the sad snake is cuddling in your heart
spilling its poison, clueless as you are

Fed your mind with something else
and for those years you still have ahead
dont cover your wounds with limon
so they could hurt even more...

"You will be heal whenever you wanted to"

Ill be heal whenever I wanted
Is that Im my own barrier?
Shall, destiny will respect my desicions?

Is going to be great

Today is going to be great
to be myself
is going to be fun
hilarious the world seen through my eyes
beautiful get touch by the sunligth
without wearing a mask


Today I will look in the peoples eyes
supporting my own vision
standing my own statements
knowing with certaincy they are wrong,
happy from my basement to my roof and beyond,
On charge to my whole person
to every low passion I can dominate
to every smell of bitter, must be gone

No matter how much they want me ruin
Is just rain, It wont wet my spirit
Is just smog in the air,
falling all over me,
cant overheat my sun so that bothers me,
because I dont care enough

Yes,
Today is going to be so great be myself
ONE PIECE MAN,
surrounded by million pieces of people
crumbling and falling down

Another day to dream about

I will pass this ocean
just looking back your blue eyes
when things change for harder
remember your words,
found sometin`to think about before jump up
is another day to dream about

This picture is quite unrealistic
to me, incredible truthful,
eyes closed
your words turns alive
deep in my thougths
I believe beyond any reasoning
I believe
I know the things you talk about

There are things I may know about you
eyes closed, wrongly know who you are
miles away from the real you
and its irrelevant,
Your message have not lied,
its been a seed in a middle of the desert
It still stole my laugh and breath
If you dont know Im not surprised
Its irrelevant,
I stole too from your letters
a couple of reasons to be hopeful

Twisted Smile,
Was it produced or..
so simple, so natural
smart look, upon your marketing circus
Spiritual, wise in every message
we dont know each other
we dont need to look on each other faces

You did move my inner sanctum
hope life be rewarding
for both
If you believe find your armony
else where but inside you
else where but the glamour,
IF you find that door way open
see the real sense about all
fed this hunger people with dreamin`



Zen Riley, Devoted to Robbie Williams.

Beyond the last star fligth

Midnigth.
Its cold but the wind sense is a wonderful feeling
Tonigth dont have a place to come back
dont need it
In my mind there is only one way to move
forward.
My thirst is to become a hunter,
My need is to survive as a dreamer
forever.
Only if standing in the crowd
set myself with music drive

Im an orphan child
dont know where do I come from
so far its nothing to worry about
sometimes you belong to yourself
so count on yourself,
I know someone will be keeping my luck

Never been this free,
Please let this moment be a part of an infinite time
dont allow nobody to rope my hands
because Im a wild side animal
I live beyond the last star fligth
where I feel like playing
dont need to be in control
not this tinny moment
please, dont stop this energy
let the wild animal drive me to insanity
just I feel Im enjoying it

THIS isnt fun anymore

Should I fake it?
Dont want to lie,
Dont want to make it work
Is just Im not interested
the sweet prince fades beyond its morning speach
fades down inside the blankets
Cant reborn, turns out excitant,
Make ourselves a couple of strangers, again

How can I explain it to you?
Honey, Im so bored, so wasted
when we laid, my mind is vanish
swimming between tousand of faces
hoping for a feeling..

Im too damn sensual, bet I am
but THIS isnt everything about me
cant you figure it out?
your bed is my prision
Just I had enough from this adventure

listen, dont want to lie
dont want to make it work
This isnt fun anymore

RAGE

RAGE when I look in your eyes
but cannot embrace the answers I need to find
RAGE for all the people you seems to stand for
but havent realize they just hurts my feelings
you dont know it?
you ignore it
you think Im the one to depose my attitude
to surrender and forgive every humilliation
Rage for things I cannot change for my own good
make me feel miserable and unhappy
Im looking for him to drag me there
where things are calm and peace, welcoming
smile used to be one of my favorite sports
when my world could be described as over joy
exciting, magic, hopeful
Rage is the word, painful enough to the bones
yes, they have step over me while you were watching
Tell me, Is that you had fun?

Malba Tahan dice

"Dame Oh dios fuerzas para hacer que mi amor sea fructífero y útil
Dame fuerzas para no despreciar jamás al pobre, ni plegar mis rodillas ante el poder insolente.
Dame fuerzas para levantar el espíritu bien alto por encima de las banalidades cotidianas. Dame fuerzas para que me humille con amor ante tí.
No soy más que un trozo de nube desgarrada qeu vaga inútil por el cielo,
si es deseo o placer tuyo, toma mi nada, píntala de mil colores, irísala de oro, hazla ondear al viento y extenderse por el cielo en múltiples maravillas...
Y después, si fuera tu deseo terminar con la noche tal recreo, yo desapareceré desvaneciéndome en las tinieblas, o talvez en la sonrisa del alba, en el frescor de la pureza transparente"


"Sígueme dijo Jesús-Yo soy el camino que debes pisar, la verdad en que debes creer, la vida que debes esperar. Yo soy el camino sin peligro, la verdad sin error, la vida sin muerte" Malba Tahan

ETERNITY

Eternity is my last train ride
surrounded by people and yet
just cant count other than me
Is eternal, my 20 seconds standing
for my next stop
is a cristal drop, cloud that vanish
when time stops and count again
But eternal the feeling for things left behind
miles away from home
so much alive in every tinny moment
I did hold my look to feel what Is not longer with me
time is a never ending counting, memories are forever.

stick being a foreigner

Never realize before
im grounded being foreigner
if your home belongs to the forgotten
sides in earth
People doesnt want to know from you
ey foreigner,come back home
Im doing nothing but search a life
a job to stands my dignity
but sometimes, gets so heavy
face everyday rejection
time doesnt care, it just moves
while you are no money
and bills struggle you
come back home you foreigner
sure, where home is,
my land is now taken by one only culture
wich is not mine and hate us more than foreigners
hate people like me in a way, as if im the enemy
sometimes this battle doesnt worth the pain to figth it
and want to give up instead live forever
prisioner between this two worlds

Pollution Inside and Everywhere

Pollution is a matter for santiago big city
air smells really nasty

Today I brougth myself into a long journey
Feels so good rolling over again
and yet, there are some concerns..

This journey starts with a figth
I didnt meant to begin
but since it started anyway
someone has teased me
bully my inner space
hasnt left me other choices but figth back

Pollution...
pollution is inside and everywhere
some people is working real hard
on spread its pollution
to damage and hurt others

Sometimes you cant help
and cant stop to have enemies
some people likes you
some others dont
no matter how hard you are trying to fit in
they are pollution
aND so you must wear a mask
to avoid them

I cant figure out and end
to this complaint
it would be nice
you could always be sorrounded by
nice people, inside and everywhere

Innocence

Innocence, how come you arent longer nearby me?
One day you went out walking
and never saw each other since
So ghostly, I was enjoying this childish game
Just was knowing what life was all about
and learning to laugh
But, One day you went out walking,
to never returns

Innocence, pretty fun days we spent
so much time we had
to jump and scream with joy
to get an ice cream on mc donalds
and a diet coke my secret passion
to be a writer wherever
when everybody was already sleeping
to talk for hours and laugh for centuries

Every morning, it was deligthful
to open my eyes and see my space
my small clothes, my old carpet
my 486 computer always traveling with me
lonely but so filled with a strange energy
my innocence..

An smoky hand took my precious
and I became smeagol
in every time bite,

Because happines sometimes dont last enough
no matter how optimistic we may want to be
I would like to challenge the destiny
and get back things
there is no purpose on that
Love has gone, support has gone
loyalty has gone,
so does the innocence