Alone By Ourselves

Hours and hours gone by
And I am still the same guy.
Time well spent and not to well
I begin to wonder where have the years gone by?

Different places and new faces.
Same story over and over again.
It never ends, this vicious cycle,
It takes a toll on you and me!

The same plot with no climax
The curtain falls and everything is gone.
The crowd leaves and we are left
All by our selves, cold lonely and Empty.

Spent our money and ran out of time.
The end has come and everyone is gone.
We're left all by ourselves, you and I.
With no one else and nothing else, just ourselves.
DamNation2005 091905

Assimilation or A Assimilation or Acculturation? Part III

Chicano o Gringo? What? I have recently encountered the rejection from both my folks and from the common american. To one I am a Chicano because I was raised on this side of the border and therefore I am more of a Chicano than Mexican. The other believes that I have acculturated and I cannot be worthy enough to be called Mexican, instead I am a gringo. I can take the rejection from mi gente not from some person who is neither Mexican nor Chicano. To them there is not distinction between the two when in reality there is so much that one write volumes and volumes on the accounts and experiences one had with the rejection of the two worlds I am part of. So yes there you have it. My clothes, my taste for music, my workplace, my neighborhood and my whole lifestyle says I am American, pero en mi corazon soy Mexicano y eso nadie me lo puede quitar. Find you self! Never ever forget where you came from, the obstacles you have overcome because in the end you will never know who you are and wont event remember who you where from the start.

Assimilation or Acculturation? Part II

La tierra de leche y miel. The land of milk and honey. Well what can I say? I've seen the toil that has taken over the lives of my folks. They've suffered and endured so much it is just not fair! Where is the milk and the honey? As they go about their lives and provide for my siblings and me, I am grateful that I have such awesome parents. They left their familia en la patria to provide us with a better mañana. The dilemma lies in... Should I reject my roots and are sucked into the notion of being on the other side of el Rio? In the other hand, should I continue to embrace my culture and blend it with the one of mainstream America? America the home of the brave and the land of the free. Why aren't we free in this land? Why can't we call this home? Huh? I guess my land is not determined on which side of the Rio I live in, it lies where my folks can live their lives as they should without putting their bodies through so much suffering so that my siblings and me can have a descent life. Mi tierra será donde mí gente vive libremente si los afanes de riquezas ni de poder. Donde la vida es simple y larga y los frutos de nuestro trabajo son cosechados por nosotros mismos no por nuestros descendientes. Mi Tierra no es aquí!

Assimilation or Acculturation? Part I

I was asked the question of Assimilation or Acculturation on my second semster of College. I did not know how to pick or defend my answer. As a Mexican living in El Norte, it was hard to pick one or the other. I chose Assimilation because I did not want to live with the fact that I would acculutrate and blend my culture with the one of the american dream. Sadly I discovered that as I grew up i had allready been acculturated, I had growned up and most of cultura was not instilled in my life. At that point in life, it is hard for a child to be concious enought to know better not to acculturate. The day I found out that I had not completly acculturated not assimilated was bitter-sweet because I had done a bit of the both. So here I am, A Mexican Born Man living in the the Promised Land, not knowing how life really is where I was brought from. The few things I do know are slowly drowing in my mind. The Dreams my folks have, seem so far away just like the Israelites wondering in the desert so close to the promised land. I Sure hope that the generation which left Egypt has a chance to see the promised land and all the fruits it has to give. La tierra de leche y miel. ...

Pass You By!

I saw you this morning
you were not looking but I noticed.
Read the confusion and desparation
on your blank and hollow soul.

I glanced once and twice yet
you never turn your face up.
I sure wished you saw
my sad and lonely smile.

Hope tomorrow we cross paths.
I'll wait until you lift your face up
Then, I'll smile with my
sad and lonenly smile.

Maybe then you'll know
you are not the only one feeling down.
I wish I'd never let you slip by if
we ever cross paths again.

DamNation2005 052605

The Children Don't Come Out To Play Anymore!

The children don't come out to play anymore.
Emptiness has filled the dark and cold nights.
Who are they, where are they, how are they?
Fate dragged them along and flushed them out.
Now we are only left, only us the lonely kids.
The two who never fitted in are only left.
The children donýt come out to play anymore.
The nights are once again dark and cold.
With no one to play, we are all that is left.
Emptiness has poured into the streets and
Left it with not innocence and replaced it with decadence.

A Black Day Rhymes with The Empty Soul That Dies

Here I am another day passed by and I am no longer the one I was just a few days ago. Some one died. Did you notice my face? My black outfit. Ironic huh? Never thought I would hear those words and when I finally heard them I was no longer wanting them. My childhood dreams were put away and brought back in an instance when I saw a glimpse of what I can be in those dreams! Who is your idol? Your leader? Your role model? Well let me tell you this... make sure your rolemodel is a dead one, that way you would prevent yourself from being hurt by the person you Idolize! I guess DamNation did catch up to me when I was not looking for her. When I no longer needed her she came knoking at my door. It is too late. So long damn fate!