The love to be here and out there

Brought us even close to the exit

Awaiting the appointed time

I saw an angel

 The path of angels travails

And to men who walk that path

With difficulty I give honour 

It will seem to men as though they have all

And but will struggle with owning a genuine heart

 Gentle and gigantic they daily openly grow

Wise and crafty their women proudly surround

To notice even a pregnant dove not in altitude low

And the palm stands will gently shake 

At the sight of the setting horizon 

When it comes to bid it good bye

It must first enter through the mouth 

What is cooked for love 

Brewed in the distillery of the heart

And the palm stands will gently shake 

At the sight of the setting horizon 

When it comes to bid it good bye

Waiting for you to act

Movements of muscles beneath the groin

Slowly erecting standing not on any feet

Through the food she ate he'll know this take

As she sits quietly by you as a tale you tell not

Waiting for you to act to touch what you have

Morning feels

The night has drawn nigh 

The awakening of the morning

While some wait unending for a catch 

Others shake in a haste around

Waiting and viewing the calm sky

Shaking and expecting the right guy

When I found a piece of you

 A place far away 

A place called home 

The home I found 

In the thickest of the night 

On the most fragile string 

On which I now hang 

I noticed your glitter 

It was the only one I saw 

It was bright like home 

Where the navel was buried 

I will not forget my home 

Like this glitter I just saw

I will strike the dusty earth 

With a planting stake there

And behind leave seeds

Fertile seeds which can ever grow

Flowers and fruits in the desert

I have called you for long 

To make you part of mine

Here I am with you 

With a piece of you unknowingly

Wailweep

They held hands one to another 

and shed tears
Who loved thee as much as she 
and saw not themselves 
At the time of wailweep

Not even one

Not a single gunshot was aired 
Nor the normal salute of farewell 
Not a concern for the many represented
Nor his own when the supposed time came 

It was him and her
At his side the farthermost distance 
It was pain carrying his burden
For there was not even one

When it settles

The evil eyes behind the veil hides 
The evil plot which must be hatched
Quick the moment when it settles 
Long the silent earth when it stands

Mom

You can call her mom
you can make her your mom
but not let her act like one 

In winter night

Not long ago 
in winter night
Not gone my love 
close to my heart
Not dark but bright
the single eye above
Not blinking but staring

as if to talk to me

Not long did I see 

behind my back

Not in a haste 

slowly following

Not making any sound

I turned my back

Not to get hurt or abducted

I entered the room peeping through the window

Not like anything 

I have ever known

Not above but below the roof

close to the green street

Not anywhere 

but the streets of Yandell 

Are we at war?

It is 11.08 pm and on the street of Arizona 
the sound of an aircraft is all I hear
are we at war? 

It was 9:00 pm and on the street of Mesa 

it flew so low

at roof level even below

It was after 2:00 pm and before 3: 00 pm

and heard the rumors of war

in the air go to and fro 

It was my first winter night

she flew so close to the green street

eyes bright slowly behind

It was from Yandel to Mundy

they destroy my network

they shake the earth under my feet

It is all he wants to ask

are we at war and with whom?

yes with him and his verses

El Pass VI

he loves him not
and hides it
and says otherwise

El Pass V

He hangs in many parts divided
you wish that they perish 
yet expect them your praises to sing  

El Pass IV

If you are with him
it will be forever
hating or loving and not both

El Pass III

If you are with her
you are for her
and never against her

El Pass II

He loves her 

and shows it

and says it

El Pass I

She loves her
and can't say it
but show it

Wait not for another

wait not for one more
when all you need is you

when going back to start over

might be painful

might be disgraceful

the end matters more 

wait not for another more

What are we?

We are all strangers

marching on to a place unknown

I met you already here

Am I a stranger to you

But there ...

Where you will also go

and find me already there

I am no stranger

The mark I bear

is it the mark I now bear?

A message went out

without any reply

A call fell on live ears

and none paid heed to pick

A song of death was announced

and she did not hear the phrase: "my condolences"

And they that keep their promises of hope

shall have the heavens renew their strength

Inauguration

Come master builder come

Through to the end be the guide

Come fountain of love come

The upwell of terror and hate hide

Come from far and near come

That the dream of Amerigha be seen

Blessed be Amerigha oh blessed

Let every tongue and tribe resing