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Thursday, December 11, 2014

Summer Of 89'

You left a love letter chalk-outlined
in the middle of Quincy and Lexington ave.

Right where our parents parents
used to play hopscotch with slave bones.

20-feet above it your heart was found dangling
like a gold chain from a white noose-knotted
shoelace bowline tied to a power line.

The neighborhood kids played cops & robbers
underneath it everyday that summer without
looking up once. You would of thought they
had an iron ball & chain shackled to their necks.

That was the summer your heart
became a mistletoe for His kiss of death.

Just maybe once upon a time guns were boom boxes.
And revolutions were fair-skinned babies everybody
wanted to have.

But something happened...
Someone lost hope...
Somebody forgot...

© Sulē Cerdan 2014

Sunday, December 7, 2014


Sulē - "Walking Down The Street" (Video)
Inspired by Suzanne Collins "The Hanging Tree".

Lyrics:
Hey you, hey you
Walking down the street,
They gunned down a man, who only wanted peace.
Same shit keep happenin’
No different will it be,
If we keep livin’ life without humanity.

Hey you, hey you
Walking down the street,
Where dead men called out, for equality.
Same shit keep happenin’
No different will it be,
If we keep livin’ life without humanity.

Hey you, hey you
Walking down the street
You might not make it home, because of bigotry.
Same shit keep happenin’
No different will it be,
If we keep livin’ life without humanity.

Hey you, hey you
Walking down the street
Please lower your pistol, and come and march with me.
Same shit keep happenin’
No different will it be
If we keep livin’ life without humanity.

Hey you, hey you
Walking down the street
You might not make it home, because of bigotry.
Same shit keep happenin’
No different will it be,
If we keep livin’ life without humanity.

Hey you, hey you
Walking down the street,
They gunned down a man, who only wanted peace.
Same shit keep happenin’
No different will it be,
If we keep livin’ life without humanity.

Hey you, hey you
Walking down the street,
Where dead men called out, for equality.
Same shit keep happenin’
No different will it be,
If we keep livin’ life without humanity.

Friday, December 5, 2014


Sulē - "Walking Down The Street" (Lyric Video)
Inspired by Suzanne Collins "The Hanging Tree".

Lyrics:
Hey you, hey you
Walking down the street,
They gunned down a man, who only wanted peace.
Same shit keep happenin’
No different would it be,
If we keep livin’ life without humanity.

Hey you, hey you
Walking down the street,
Where dead men called out, for equality.
Same shit keep happenin’
No different would it be,
If we keep livin’ life without humanity.

Hey you, hey you
Walking down the street
You might not make it home, because of bigotry.
Same shit keep happenin’
No different would it be,
If we keep livin’ life without humanity.

Hey you, hey you
Walking down the street
Please lower your pistol, and come and march with me.
Same shit keep happenin’
No different would it be
If we keep livin’ life without humanity.

Hey you, hey you
Walking down the street
You might not make it home, because of bigotry.
Same shit keep happenin’
No different would it be,
If we keep livin’ life without humanity.

Hey you, hey you
Walking down the street,
They gunned down a man, who only wanted peace.
Same shit keep happenin’
No different would it be,
If we keep livin’ life without humanity.

Hey you, hey you
Walking down the street,
Where dead men called out, for equality.
Same shit keep happenin’
No different would it be,
If we keep livin’ life without humanity.

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

When You Die...

Will the earth swallow you like a harlot on a
one-night stand — graceful and seductive but numbly?

Or like a serpent — slow and (w)hol(l)y but breathtaking?

Maybe even a drunkard guzzling whiskey —
regretful and riotous but unforgettable.

What will these poems that I master(P)iece with
dinosaur bones mean when death deciphers them?

Who will dig up their skeletons barehanded in a graveyard
of memories; In a night sky of fallen stars; In a deep sea of
emptiness?

Some people epitaph your last words
on the tombstones of their hearts.
While others place a rose on your
grave and disappear forever.

Beauty still lingers. 
Love still dwells. 
Search deeper.

Monday, December 1, 2014

save our souls

I search for you
in midnight walks,
in aimless trains
and barefaced talks.

In ghetto blues
and closing walls,
on lifeless faces
and broken laws.

I wonder why
you never show,
how could you let
your children grow?

The world is such
a lonely place,
sometimes its tough
to lean on faith.

But still I try
to hear your call,
so if you listen
please break my fall.

Sunday, November 30, 2014

Phenomenal Woman (After Maya Angelou)

All the fellas wonder where her secret lies.
She’s not a damsel in distress or a floozy in disguise. 
But when I start to tell them, 
They swear I’m spewing lies. 
I say, 
It’s the flip of her hair, 
The bat of her eyes, 
The jazz in her laugh, 
The gift of her thighs. 
She’s a woman 
Phenomenally.  
Phenomenal woman 
Is she.

She catwalks into a room 
like a lioness in the wild.
The women study her gait 
while the men’s jaws-drop when she smiles.
They gather around blocking out 
her shine like a posse of rumbling clouds.  
I say, 
Its the oomph in her hips, 
And the peace of her mind, 
The bounce of her breast, 
And the faith in her spine. 
She’s a woman 
Phenomenally.  
Phenomenal woman 
Is she. 

Men hate to admit it, 
but she steal’s their hearts with ease. 
A simple good morning text 
Or a friendly kiss on the cheek. 
A strong woman can make the 
Toughest cutthroats weak in the knees. 
I say, 
It’s the poet in her fingers, 
The world in her palms, 
The mother in her hugs, 
The wisdom in her calm. 
She’s a woman 
Phenomenally.  
Phenomenal woman 
Is she.   

Now you understand 
Just why her heads not down. 
She doesn’t smut or flaunt her butt 
Or live to make men proud.
When you see her on the street, 
It ought to make you bow. 
I say,
It’s in the sway of her arms, 
The poise of her chin, 
The tour of her curves, 
The taste of her wind. 
’Cause she’s a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman

Is she.

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Cigarette Break

I’m ah fuckin’ 1AM walk alone in a snowstorm;
ah moment of silence in ah monastery full of mute monks…

…when the world sounds like one pompous crescendo of fuck yous;
one cemetery of ghost playing the quiet game.

Just snow squishing beneath the sole of my timberland boots,
ah memory bank full of reality checks, and darkness—
ah whole fuckin’ black sky of darkness seeping into
the open wounds too often mistaken for my eyes.

This is home.

Midnight body bags the saint inside of me
and brings out the criminal like ah sheriff.

The unknown excites me.
Their fear makes me feel alive again.
I wonder how many times a day she pretends.

Life can be so fuckin’ selfish sometimes.

When I come back I promise I’ll be ah martyr or something,
but right now I just need to get the fuck out of dodge…