I met Ryan Venti in 2011 Conocí a Ryan Venti en 2011,
in southern Texas, en el sur de Texas, subiendo
ryzin’ and flowin’ from California. y fluyendo desde California.
Steppin’ out of 7-11 with a coffee, Saliendo de 7-11 con un café,
I found this fascinating me encontré con este filántropo
philanthropist furnishing fliers fascinante regulando volantes
to promote his musical message. a promover su mensaje musical.
We shared a short interjection Compartimos una breve charla
involving music, magic, incluyendo la música, la magia,
mystics and myths, el misticismo y los mitos,
but were each destined Pero estábamos destinados
in different directions. en diferentes direcciones.
The reunion was in 2012. La reunión se fue en 2012.
We recorded a rendition Grabamos una versión
of ‘Quetzal’s Comin’,  de ‘Quetzal’s Comin’,
and I returned to the road. y volví a la carretera.
Dumb sons a bitches Los hijos de puta me tenía
had me sleepin’ in ditches, durmiendo en zanjas
tightnin’ my britches apretando mis pantalones,
and losin’ sunburnt hide, piel quemada perdida,
on the road walkin’ down the side. en el camino caminando al lado.
Not a sign of a soul in sight. Sin un signo de un alma a la vista.
 
It’ll be a sensation; Planets linin’, Clocks a tickin’;
Some solid socialization; Capitalism isn’t stickin’;
A unification of the nation; Half the 3rd world hunger strickin’;
And a new world ordination; Hungry hippos finger lickin’;
A five for eight point co-creation; Ronny’s ready revolution;
Celestial synchronization; Political party, Pardon, Snoozin’;
Good, Great God’s goat-head formation; Activistic and amusin’;
The devil’s depopulation; Loosin’, Crusin’ for a brusin’;
Eyes wide open, Soon we’ll see;
They wrote a book, I’m sure you read it;
Blindly binded to TV; The widest screen is where it’s headin’;
Bought & sold & E-trading; Lost the farm before you bet it;
As Facebook docs the family tree; Missed the mark after you met it;
And next it’s simple sound psychology;
Quetzal’s comin’, Dare I said it;
Un-open-ended free philosophy; Carefree friction, Then forget it;
A Mayan mind melt made atrocity; Cannibalistic eagle, Fed it;
A manifestering destiny; Dianetic and copathetic;
 
Speaking of the side of the road: Por cierto, Hablando del camino:
In the desert one darkening day, En el desierto oscureciendo,
without water, while wasting away, un dia, con sed, sin agua,
I did pray: yo oré:
“Give me a ride right now, ~Dame un aventón ahorita
and I’ll be nice, y estaré agradable,
flaunting the fliers freely.” repartiendo libremente.
Nothing... ~Nada...
“OK. Give me a ride now ~Bueno. Dame un aventón
and I’ll be greedy, y estaré codicioso, 
guarding the gift cuidando el regalo
for a dainty donation.” para una donación delicada.
Nothing... ~Nada...
“FINE! Just give me a ride! ~¡MUY BIEN! ¡Dame un paseo!
And I won’t change a thing! ¡Y no voy a cambiar nada!
I’ll just do whatever I want! ¡Solo haré lo que quiero!
whenever I want!” ¡Cuando quiera!
And my tailored lift ~Y mi aventón oportuno
to the Salt Lake landed. al lago salado llego.
           
           
I need the society to support me, Feed me & Fuck me & Let me go;
The authorities can report me, Stick me or Suck me, then Let me go;
I need the ladies to love me, Learn me & Luck me & Let me go;
The truckers to truck me, Duckers to duck me, Muckers to muck me & Let me go;
I’m in contemplation of a sensation, A touching temptation let me go;
A passing flirtation, A fascination, A frustration let me go;
I’m running a race & Loosing face; The fame I’m chasin’ let me go;
I’m departing a place, Improving the pace, An unintentional taste & Let me go;
I’m perceiving a friction, Freein’ a fiction, Make it stick & Let me go;
I’m seein’ a suction, A reduction, & It sucks, so Let me go;
A downright deception, A sloppy selection, A filtered affection, Let me go;
Got a place to improve, & People to move & If it’s not you, Let me go;
I want a world for the we, The you and me, & It’ll be, just Let me go;
I’m not down on my knees, I’m flyin’ free, So let me be & Let me go;
I’m forgetting a fraction in my action, The reaction made it so;
To the east I flee, We will see what will be, Don’t let me know, Just let me go;
 
I got a good giddy-up Recibí un buen viaje
From a gal in Missouri, De una chica en Misuri,
And told her I’s a missionary. Y le dije que era un misionero.
She’d already been to Africa, Ya estaba en África
So I’s like, Y entonces le dije,
“Well, Technically, I’m a prophet.” ~Bien. Técnicamente, Soy un profeta.
And She Laughed Out Loud! Y Ella se Echó a Reír con Ganas!
A few more miles and I find out, A pocas millas me enteré,
The reason the woman lost control, Al parecer, la mujer perdió el control,
Is as she began her journey Porque como se comenzó su viaje,
That very morning, Esa misma mañana,
She’d actually asked God, Ella había pedido a Dios,
To present her with a prophet. A presentarse con un profeta.
A little later and the lady’s like, Un poco más tarde me dijo,
“Well, maybe you’re a false prophet.” ~Bueno, tal vez es un profeta falso.
This freaking female Esta maldita hembra
has enough faith in her father tiene suficiente fe en su padre
To solicit his second son, Para solicitar su segundo hijo,
Only to turn around Sólo para dar la vuelta
and call him a Liar... y llamarle mentiroso...
 
I’m not the One who called me a Prophet;
First was a Treat on the Street in Panama;
Una Vieja en Cartagena; And a Coasting Teen on the Richest Coast;
God Given, When the Title was Told; It was Willed with a Warning;
That to the World, The Word would Confuse;
People I can Not see the Future; And I Cannot Save your Soul for it;
I’m just a Writer willing to See what I’m Writing;
And I Am not here to Confuse; To Elude or Occlude;
I’m willing Also you to be Willing to Will with Me;
to See, you See, as alwayS;
It’s just an Influence; Part of an Interesting Illusion;
A Social, Psycho Seclusion; And all you See is Included;
I know It all Sounds Insane; Resulted Play in the Game;
Not after Fortune, just Fame; and All You Need to Know is my Name.
 
 
The ‘Mayan Mind Melt Made Atrocity’ is referring
to the infamous end of the Mayan calendar.
Much like a sun dial or analog clock,
these classic calendars were round.
And just as 12 midnight is 0 o’clock for the next day,
the end of the 4th is the beginning of the 5th.
The Apocalypse is not the end of the world anyway.
The word’s Greek and means ‘secrets revealed’.
The ancient Indian devices, designed to track time,
have nothing to do with Armageddon.
But the calendars of the Aztecs and Mayans
may have much to do with the apocalypse.
The ‘transition of worlds’ is a representation of our world
transitioning from an age of darkness and ignorance,
into an age of light and enlightenment;
An Illumination or Revelation of Secrets.
The elimination of superstition, religion and division;
An emancipation of envy and greed;
The fulfillment of every need;
And the righteous ridding of racism against each and every creed.
The fear’ll be forgotten; The wars will not be fought;
And every nation’ll be praising the power of peace.
And each and every individual will gain a greater understanding
of a personal power to create;
Comprehending a connection
to the whole of which we’re a section;
And from ‘God’ we will no longer separate.
✟ Genesis 1:14 ~ Let there be lights in the sky
to separate day from night, ✟
I got the same western chart,
As little prophet Luther Martin;
And in a split it’ll all be lit,
With the wisdom I’m a partin’;
In the East I’m a stallion,
With a yellow dragons wing;
The creative receiving the receptive,
And I can read, write, rap and sing;
The Mayans even have their astrology,
And they say that I got a connection;
To the greater, higher consciousness,
And you can see it in every reflection;
Now that my 3rd blind eye’s been open,
I see some shit some just don’t see;
And what I’m tellin’ ya dear, Is that those birds you hear,
Them birds are talkin’ to me;
✟ And let them serve as signs
to mark sacred times, and days and years. ✟
“I ain’t happy, I’m feeling glad; I got sunshine in a bag.”
Many are familiar with these lyrics.
“I’m useless, but not for long; The future is coming on.”
 
I assume that most listeners naturally assume
that the word ‘sunshine’ is referring to marijuana,
However, I believe a deeper meaning
is revealed in the second verse:
“The essence, the basics; Without it you make it;
Allow me to make this; Childlike in nature;
Rhythm, You have it or you don’t; That’s a fallacy;
I’m in them; Every sprouting tree; 
Every child apiece; Every cloud at sea.”
 
At the moment I discovered the secret lost keys of Babylon,
“The genius in the crowd” was announced.
And though I am the most creative, intelligent
and marvelous man you may or may not have met,
the Latin root of the word ‘genius’ is defined as:
‘A spiritual entity that is within every living creature.’
This ‘genius’ a/k/a ‘The Spirit of God’, ‘Gaia’
and ‘The Creative Force’ is the ‘string’ in ‘String Theory’,
the ‘law’ in the ‘Law of Attraction’ and the ‘Christ’ in you.
And it’s also the ‘I’ to which Del Tha Funkee Homosapien is referring.
However, the harmonic herd discerned a detail
escaping even Wikipedia: ‘Every cloud at sea’.
This spiritual entity, this ‘genius’ is not only in every creature,
but it is within, without, above, below and beyond 
everything in existence. And every word ever muttered,
every thought ever thunk, every philosophy,
every religion, every story, every song
and everything else that ever was, is and will be,
is one plumb perfectly positioned puzzle piece.
 
 
Annoyed, in Illinois, after visiting the village of the Vandalia Vandals,
I continued east, following the 40 fixed for Effingham,
but before crossing the county line, frustratingly far from Effingham,
I proclaimed a particularly putrid parent as an effing-moron,
and got to spend a week with the faded, Fayette clownty-cops.
I needed the rest, and I met another Ryan
(the leader of the block, whether wanting it or not).
A year older than myself, Ryan was born in 1977
and he explained that throughout the years,
the number 77 would constantly catch his attention.
He noticed it everywhere; In the street; On TV;
And recently, by adding the ages of his siblings.
Numerous number games and of course, the famed chain 7-11;
And until me, he was never even aware of the attacks of 7-7.
In fact, this was the original inception of my own rising attention,
regarding the number 78.
Recently, Ryan has been noticing other interesting synchronizations.
He’d mention a certain type of food item to his cell mates,
and it would be served for dinner.
Bring up a movie, and it would be presented on TV that very night.
There are various theories trying to explain what this is.
Some say reality is a creation of the mind.
That the pizza was served because Ryan thought of it.
But if the Italian treat was already on the menu that morning,
it would have been served that evening,
whatever food item the cell mates were discussing.
I offered the idea that the synchs happened so he would notice them,
preparing him to meet me and donated a book with which I had entered
(about using team building to build the mind).
The next morning, I was liberated and shoved off for Chicago.
 
On July 7, 2005; El 7 de Julio de 2005;
The London trains were demolished Los trenes de Londres fueron
by what were later labeled demolidos por lo que fueron
as ‘suicide bombs’. etiquetados como ‘bombas suicidas’.
In the weeks leading up to the attacks, En las semanas previas a los ataques,
the local military (along with the BBC) el ejército local (junto con la BBC)
were performing war games, estaban haciendo juegos de guerra,
a simulation of the effects of bombs una simulación de las bombas
detonated about the London subway. detonaron en el metro de Landres.
This drill was occurring El ejercicio estaba en marcha
on 7-7-2005. en 7.7.2005.
           
           
The same thing happened Lo mismo ocurrió
a few years earlier hace algunos años
in the United States of America. en los Estados Unidos de América.
For a few weeks Durante unas semanas
leading up to 9-11-2001 previas al 11.9.2001
‘Norad Drills’ ‘Ejercicios de Norad’
were being conducted. estaban llevando a cabo.
The US military was orchestrating El ejército de EUA orquestaba
a simulation of how to respond una simulación de cómo responder
if terrorists were to fly si los terroristas iban a volar
airplanes into tall buildings, aviones contra edificios altos,
including the Twin Towers. incluyendo las Torres Gemelas.
And this simulation Esta simulación fue
was under operation on 9-11. en operación en 11-9.
This was a great cause of confusion Se fue una causa de la confusión
in Norad, the military department en Norad, el departamento militar
designed to prevent such an attack. diseñado para prevenir tales ataques.
It was also a great opportunity También fue una gran oportunidad
for the leaders to locate and utilize para localizar y utilizar todos
 every hole within their own defense. los hoyos en su propia defensa.
 
 
After Chicago, I had to hike some 250 miles crossing Indiana,
back into Illinois, now travelling west on the US-40.
In Illinois, all non-interstate roads come equipped
with a sloping shoulder made of gravel.
These can be very difficult to walk
(especially 20 miles at a time),
and so I didn’t.
During my second night after crossing the state line
(somewhere around midnight),
a mindless motorist made a call to the cops to let them know
that I was “walking on the white line.”
One of the awful officers approached, ran me through the ringer
and before letting me go, he let me know the next road to the right
would take me to I-70, where there was a truck stop.
He claimed the next community a full 15 miles away.
I held my tounge, rolled my eyes and took the turn.
During the mile hike to the highway, the bottom on my left shoe fell off.
As I limped toward the gas station, I noticed a man changing a tire, 
shredded because of a blowout. I grabbed a cup of coffee 
and asked another man how far it was to the next town (Casey).
He said 6 miles. I again rolled my eyes, made a comment about the cops
and gave a howdy to the guy with the flat.
Suddenly, the fellow from whom I’d asked directions,
drove up and asked me if I wanted a ride to Casey.
As I entered the auto I said, “It’s funny.
That guy blew a tire and I blew a shoe.”
I explained, and he asked my shoe size.
I told him that I wear size 13 (that’s right ladies).
Before driving me to the next town, he stopped at home
and gave me a pair of size 13 running shoes.
Now, if someone had not called the cops,
I would not have known about the fuel station.
If the officer had not informed me
of the incorrect mileage to the next town,
I would not have energetically asked the distance to Casey
and would not have received the ride,
nor the nice sneakers that I’m now sporting.
And don’t get me started about this guy wearing 13’s.
And that poor man had to change a tire,
just so I’d have my little line about my own blow out.
Later, I received a ride to St. Lois, headed south
and immediately met Matt on his maiden voyage.
I showed him a few ropes of the road and before the days end,
we were picked up by people packing a pickup with a pack of packers.
Before long, I was back in Texas, ready to rest and update my book.
 
For my final free Friday at home,
I’d desired to do a deep and detailed drudging
of downtown Dallas in Deep Ellum,
But during the distance drifting downtown,
I was delayed at a Denny’s, Drinking demitasse,
Dallying for a downpour to desist,
And it did not. In fact if flooded for a fortnight.
OK, so maybe it wasn’t quite that long,
But still, I spent the entire weekend under cover,
Out of sight and out of mind,
To which a Dictum now comes:
‘I just cant win for losing’.
I remember a club in Mexico, Not long ago, Probably Acapulco,
While traveling with the ambassador.
The bar was open, Not that it mattered,
Michael had everything covered.
I was bewildering the bar by supplying the fliers selectively.
The kids like that, Makes ‘em feel special,
Especially the ones who can think,
He picked me, Over my friend, Or that girl on the next table.
We exited to find a bite and as I alone attempted to re-enter,
 I was refused, hearing too full from the doorman
and “You’re making too much noise!” from a woman in the crowd.
Naturally, Not Talking to Me.
More recently, In a neighborhood up north,
I’d a couple of days to kill while waiting for my ride.
It was a small settlement, Resided by retirees,
And I quietly covered that quaint community,
Taping to trees, Walls, Windows, Light posts, Parks and Playgrounds.
And the very next day a tornado touched down.
It tore apart neighboring neighborhoods and in this town,
it left a trail of wet crumpled up pieces of paper.
This time, the rain arrived before me, Instead of after.
And now, Out of time, I’m outta here.
 
 
Someone once told me Alguien una ves me dijo
the mind works better, que la mente funciona mejor,
the colder the weather. el más fresca que es el clima.
I don’t like the idea, No me gusta la idea,
as I don’t like the cold, ya que no me gusta el frío,
but I believe it may be true. pero ya creo que es verdad.
           
           
Since I first entered Mexico, Desde que entré en México,
some 8 years ago, hace unos 8 años,
the signs have always los signos siempre
pointed to Veracruz, han apuntado a Veracruz,
as that special spot to stop, como el lugar especial para vivir.
but I believe that this pero creo que esto fue
was to get me to thinking para hacerme pensar
about someday settling down. en algún día asentarme.
As it couldn’t have gone worse, Porque no podría haber ido peor,
when at last I landed cuando por fin aterricé
in the lazy town. en la ciudad perezosa.
I won’t waste yours and mine,  No voy a perder el tiempo,
detailing the time. que detallando lo.
I’ll only let you know that I left. Sólo te diré que me fui,
Hurrying to hurdle the harsh cold, brincando el frío duro.
I’d completely forgotten Me había olvidado completamente
about Querétaro. de Querétaro.
But as I arrived, prepared to pass, Pero como llegué, dispuesto a pasar,
I exited the bus into a most me salió del autobús a
comfortable climate, un clima más cómodo y sabía
and knew my revolution was at hand. que mi revolución estaba cercana.
 
I go up to a group of adults, deliver my language line
and one man already speaks French, “Parle vous Française?”
I roll my eyes and explain that I do not want to learn French.
I want a Spanish speaking girl speaking French to me,
and I’ll be very happy.
But he continues making fun, in French, while the others are laughing.
AND SUDDENLY I EXPLODE!
I begin yelling as loudly as I can,
while the man passes inches in front of my face.
I call the guy every Spanish cuss word that I can think of.
Screaming that GOD has sent me to his PINCHE country,
to help his PINCHE children,
and all he knows to do is show off his PINCHE ego.
In the hotel that night, I discovered that someone
had ripped the album ‘Medulla’ by ‘Bjork’. 
The headphones didn’t even work, and I could barely hear the music,
but her voice was coming across perfectly:
♫ Do it now. Do it now. Shake us out of the heavy deep sleep. ♫
 
The cops of Querétaro La policía de Querétaro
carry on their coats and cars llevan en sus abrigos
a star of six points. una estrella de seis puntos.
As opposed to the A diferencia de la fuerza federal
seven pointed federal force, con sus siete puntos,
these 6pt police are well trained estas policías están
and well behaved. bien entrenadas y educadas.
After two weeks in the city, Después de dos semanas,
I was confronted ellos me encuentran
but not taken in. pero no estaba arrestado.
I explained that my papers Le digo que mis papeles estaban
were locked up in Laredo. encerrados en Laredo.
It was a lie, but one they buy. Fue una mentira, pero me creen.
Two days later, Dos días más tarde
I hit the road to reenter legally. me fui para entrar legalmente.
Yesterday, the 1st day Ayer, el primero día
of spring 2013, de la primavera de 2013,
I arrived at the border me llegué a la frontera
to discover that in 2011, para descubrir que en 2011,
I was indeed deported, sí estaba deportado,
and that ten more months y que diez meses mas
remain in my restriction. permanecen en mi restricción.