Random Thought

Thinking of the people,

That have been sold and bought

Racism isn’t hereditary

It is something that is taught.

So the next time you say

Nigger, honkey, spic, chink, wop

Or a fuck you Jew

Say thank you mom and dad

I learned it by watching you

Copyright © 2007. James Velez

tired

I have lost track of all time,

So bored out of my fucking mind,

Something has got to give

For this is not the way one should live

Toiling away trying to earn,

Just a lil bit,

Enough to just burn,

Food under lock and key,

Forcing me to work,

Forcing me to just be,

Tired of making a living,

Instead of making a life,

Long time no write

I know I haven’t been around.
Since I broke my wrist,
I find reasons why I can’t see you.
I come up with ideas,
Think of ways to say hello to you.
I always seem to forget.
Seems as of late,
You’ve been trying to get my attention.
Don’t know why?
But I choose to ignore you.
Now you’re yelling,
Screaming so loud,
I can no longer deny you.
Well, here I am.
How are you?
It’s has been awhile.

Bohemian

Bohemian: A person with artistic or literary interests who disregards conventional standards of behavior.


Bohemian

Some say
“James you need to be saved”
Following your bullshit
Will that teach me to behave?
Trained since birth to view the world just like you
Not my fault
I question, I read, and now I see things
From a different point of view
‘Cause I question
Some say I’m bold
Can’t just sit there and believe all that’s been told
Most of what that has been written
A lot of it lies
Finding out the truth
I see
With open eyes
I don’t need a daily reminder
Or a weekly affirmation
To love those around me
And all of creation


Copyright © 2007. James Velez

My last free thought

My last free thought



Our world, as we know it
Has changed
With everything around us
Rearranged
As Nostradamus scripted
“Man made mountains shall plunge into the sea”
And now were all afflicted.
Some of us still in shock
Mouths open
As if they’re sucking on a cock
War is upon us
As written in some crazy scriptures
Now all we can do,
Is to look back,
At our old pictures
Or recall from memory
Sit down and tell the horrendous story
If the writings on the wall hold true
For a long time we all will be feeling blue
“Twenty and seven years”
Is what was written
All this chaos for what I say
Lets just be kids
Go outside and play
Go quick before the sun goes out
Don’t listen to the wrong people
Scream and shout
Our world has changed
With everything around us
About to be rearranged
Good luck to us all
Hoped you enjoyed your last day of freedom.
Sept 11 2001
Copyright © 2007. James Velez

Perpetual Stalemate

Perpetual stalemate
That is what I am in
Stuck in a rut
Not a normal one
But a mental one
Feel as if I am lost in a thought
However, I have no thoughts
Therefore, I guess I am just lost
Lost in a perpetual stalemate
No movement forward
No movement backwards
Just the same going on and on and on
Boring huh?

What will be will be

What will be will be

It is no good to think long and hard about what might happen in life.
Just get on with it
That is what they say.
And I do
Day by day
I do my best and see what comes.
I suppose that is sensible.
It could always be worse, that is what I tell myself.
Sometimes I lie to myself just to get through the day.
Does that make me a liar?
Everybody lies.
Sometimes it is a nice lie.
Everybody lies.
Doesn’t make them bad
And it doesn’t make them sad
The truth shall set you free
That is how it goes right?
However, the truth don’t come so easily
But at times
What will be, will be.
Till next time...








Copyright © 2008. James Velez

One Question?

Just one question?



How can I let you go?
That is the question, I suppose?
Excuse me
Will anyone in this room please let me know?
Years have passed since we first met.
I must ask.
Did we have fun?
Yeah, I bet.
You showed me how to dream, how to believe.
Those were the lessons I learned and now I preach.
Rather then dwell on the past,
I’m learning to look to the future.
That’s a fact.
But still, I can’t help but think of what could have been?
That is why I look up at the world with a sad grin.
Just one of the many difficulties to get over
Every now and then, I find myself looking over my shoulder
Wishing you was still in my corner.
Your support will be missed,
Especially how passionate we used to kiss!
Missing your hands on my back
Then realizing, the love that we had,
Slipped right through the crack!
Come to think of it,
Ending it might have been for the best.
While writing this for me
Is a way to heal, that I much I will confess.
But when writing won’t even help this tortured soul,
I’ll just turn my back on the world,
Excuse me while I pack another bowl.
Even in a cloudy haze
Memories of you seem to peek through.
Just wish that I could easily
Get over you.
So, now back to my question,
How do you let someone go?
Will someone in this room…………
Please…….let me know.

Copyright © 2007. James Velez

Paper Cup

Paper cup

“Love the girl who holds the world in a paper cup
Drink it up love her, and she’ll bring you luck”
“Danny’s song”

Staring at a blank screen
Hoping words will pop up
Just keep thinking of that girl
The one who holds the paper cup
Asking myself
What is it that is keeping me up?
Up this damn late
Maybe I’m thinking of that wonderful date?
Plenty of spilled beers
A three year long date
Filled with laughter and tears
For now
Hearing your voice will have to suffice
Hoping you return to me
To be precise
Searching for the right words
To sum it all up
When all I really want
Is to be that paper cup

Copyright © 2007. James Velez

Perfectly flawed

Perfectly flawed

Everyone travels down their own road,
Ours intersected.
Or so I’m told
Why do the ones you want,
Leave
The ones you don’t want,
Stay?
You ask,
So it could never be one agonizing over his/her choices in life and ponder whether or not they are making the right decisions?
You ask,
I Ponder.
Yes I say.
But don’t dwell
Dwelling only keeps you from moving forward.
Not one cloudy day with you,
And it rained the whole time.
We were perfect,
In all our flaws
That was
The true beauty
Of it all

Copyright © 2007. James Velez

Nothing to hide!

I write
I write to get it off my chest
I write
This I will confess
I got issues
I know I do
But so do you, you,
And you!
So I write
I write to get it off my chest
I do what I can
I try to do my best
I have nothing to hide
So if reading these thoughts
Is what you despise
Look up to the right
X marks the spot
Or did you not realize?
Keep on reading
Read about what’s inside
Remember
I have nothing to hide

Copyright © 2007. James Velez

A bit off tilt...

Feeling nothing but pure fucking hatred, anger and, not knowing where to point the hate, so I point it at you.Point it at you because you’re in the way.
In the way
Every fucking person/thing is a fucking obstacle.
One big fucking bump in the road, the road which is this fucking hell I live in.
I’m fed up with all the bullshit I put myself into, No one to blame but myself.
So now I’m pissed off at myself. Why you ask?
For being a fucking idiot,
Not realizing that some of the things I ask for are right in front of me.
Wishing to run into a sick fucking psycho that wants to blow my fucking head off!
I wouldn’t even try to stop him.
I might even hug the fucker. Can’t even drive my car into a wall because the shit doesn’t run well enough to smash,
Fucking sad
Surrounded by ignorant comments, and spitting out a few ignorant ones myself.
Stooping to peoples levels of stupidity, going from showing the other side of the coin to just saying "fuck it your right" then spitting the same bullshit right back in pure fucking anger.
All my anger does is cloud my judgment. Leaving me to live with the results, and you know what?
I really don’t give a fuck.
Not a single drop of remorse is left in me. Its coming to a point where I’m just gonna give in.
I mean I’ve heard the saying "everyday is a struggle" and damn it’s so fucking true.
Makes me wonder if it’s worth the struggle?
And what exactly am I struggling for?
Today is one of those days I’m glad I got this page to vent on, it helps me put things into perspective real slowly.
Doesn’t change my moods, just has me re-evaluate my shit, and shit is the correct term, considering its all I got.
Pure shit.
Pure utter shit, from termites to a fucked up car,
Shit is the sum of it all.
Looking back at what I wrote makes me laugh just a lil bit.
Now laughing at how stupid this might seem, but this is all true it is, or so it seems.
So I would like to say "fuck James Velez" may he fucking rot in hell.
But since hell doesn’t exist in his world, may he never feel at peace.
Fucking idiot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Copyright © 2007. James Velez

Lets Hangout

Wanna chill?
Grab a bite,
See a flick?
Sure, you replied
So were shall we meet?
We’ve walked down lover’s lane
Traveled down heartbreak road,
And lived on Love Street
Where shall we meet?
I know
Corner of imagination and wish
Reality hills is right up this block
But Imagine if
Damn I wish
Yeah that is were we can meet
Corner of imagination and wish
See you soon.

Copyright © 2007. James Velez