LEAP YEAR/THE ERROR IN TIME 
Read on feb 29 2012

The heart of time
Captured like an African Slave
Tortured like a prisoner in Guantanamo Bay 
Breaks and bleeds
Wails and pleads
Gaged inside the laboratories
Of scientific thought,
Raped inside the secret chambers 
Of the vatican
Ritually devoured 
On the golden tables
Of the vampire
Like children 
In the land of Molech
At this very moment

The Heart of Time

Consumed before sunrise
Before the pitiful sight 
Of our ignorance
Our drugged bodies
Partaking like cannibals,
Our mutant minds
Rewarded with pills
Turn on the stove
Just for the thrill
Of producing
From this horrific crime
A most flavorful dish
And a sense of pride

Simmered and spiced 
Packaged and served
Shoved down your throat
With a spoonful of sugar
With Shakesperan english
And Disney songs
With Biblical barbarity 
With Cartesian metaphors

The heart of time
Is the caged bird who sings the blues
The immigrant running with no shoes
A fugitive in the toxic landscape 
Of patriarchal culture
Its murders of crows
And its planet of vultures
The house of christ, the house of fear,
The house of whoredom
Their gruesome priests
Who descended on our land
In their 16th century,
Stole everything we had
Beginning with
The heart of time 

Breaking and bleeding
Wailing a pleading 
somewhere inside

Those impressive imperial palaces,
Those corporate courts,
Those prestigious universities, 
Their policies, their wars
Their necrophilic philosophy
Their hatred, their stupidity
That thing which brings us all here
And makes us leap like frogs 
Inside the melting pot
Where we are all merrily skipping
To an absurd notion
Against the very emotion 
Of the Jurakan
Under clouds of aluminum
We eat and we shit and we think that we think
We sleep and die never knowing who we are
Completely occupied, 
Conveniently plugged in, 
Like all the little animals
Inhabiting the slave farm
Singing songs of freedom
But always behind bars.

I met a woman who worships
The most fearsome saint 
La santisima muerte, the goddess of death
No thing more powerful 
She says pointing out 
That fools are those who call 
The passing of time, one more day of life.

She built herself a clock
That waves its hands goodbye 
From 12 to 11, to 10, to 9
From life to death always
In funerary processions
Cada momento que pasa
One day less 
Another moment extinguished,
Consumed, sacrificed
And the heart of time
Somewhere inside
Begging the question was it worth while?
How did you burn your precious time?
In the name of what?
You the colonized indian
You the pilgrim of death
You the daughters of genocide
As we gather to celebrate
Our God father Gregory the Great
Long live the Padre
For allowing us to forget
Who we must be 
Inside this web, beneath this veil
Woven with radioactive threats, 
With depleted plutonium,
And lack of regret
With an extra day in February
And a filthy pound of misery.

I ask that you look sincerely
Inside the sacred cavity
De este palpitar
The truth of time
Speaks in ethnic tongues
Rujux Kan
Ihuikapozintli
Grandeza del Nawal
Gran Ajaw Kat
Tu nombre real
Tu esencia natural 
I am calling you back
Even in error
This is my heart
Jugando a los desencantados
Desenredando los destinos
Consolando a los fracasados
Pidiendo perdon y pidiendo permiso
Pa machetear las mazorcas del fanatismo, 
Las flores plasticas del machismo
Para tender mi red
Contra los enemigos ocultos
Y soltar todos estos bultos
La larga noche de ayer
Pidiendo perdon y pidiendo permiso 
Calling on the Heart Time
The heart of space dignified 
All that is inside
All that is outside
What is near and what is far
Come and hear me out
Corazon del tiempo
Alivia nuestro tormento
Nuestras ganas de escapar
Uk Ux Kaj
Uk Ux Ulew
Ruk ux jurakan
Ch'ip-Q'ak'ulja,
Rax-Q'ak'ulja
Ch'ip-Nanawak,
Rax-Nanawak, Uwoq Jun Ajpu
Tepew, Q'ukumatz,
Alom, K'ajolom
Ixpiyakok, Ixmuq'anek
Grandmother of dawn
Touch us with a ray of grace
So that we may find ourselves 
On the side of the brave
When it all comes down.
In the mean time mi gente
Don't believe the hype
Take all you hear with a grain of salt
With a handful of calm
Watch your back en todos los cruces
And forgive the frivolous 
y sus 2 mil dulces.
                       




MamaCoatl