every bruise
shines
a hue
unique
to the
turmoil
which it was
created.
every eye
reflects
the blight
it endures.
every cut
is
different
than
the last.
the scars
range
in depth
and value,
but still
they are
wounds.
we hold
every
injury
the same...
taste the
flashing pain
with which
it was inflicted...
and yet
we dance
again.
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Sunday, March 22, 2015
What Change May Come
Let's get something straight.
The Environment isn't the problem.
The Economy isn't the problem.
Gay rights isn't the problem.
Racism isn't the problem.
We are the problem.
Our numbers, our attitudes, our complacency;
that's the problem.
We can accredit this to our lack of future.
When we no longer see hope, our vision dims,
we become careless and angry. We take out
our frustrations on the world.
When we are but one voice shouting, the hope
dwindles, and we forget our place in the world.
But it is that single voice that calls out,
that inspires other voices to call out
to quicken the pace of change.
Slavery ended with one voice.
Equality happened with one voice.
Wars end, and peace begins
with
just
one
voice.
We can make a better world
if only we would speak up.
The Environment isn't the problem.
The Economy isn't the problem.
Gay rights isn't the problem.
Racism isn't the problem.
We are the problem.
Our numbers, our attitudes, our complacency;
that's the problem.
We can accredit this to our lack of future.
When we no longer see hope, our vision dims,
we become careless and angry. We take out
our frustrations on the world.
When we are but one voice shouting, the hope
dwindles, and we forget our place in the world.
But it is that single voice that calls out,
that inspires other voices to call out
to quicken the pace of change.
Slavery ended with one voice.
Equality happened with one voice.
Wars end, and peace begins
with
just
one
voice.
We can make a better world
if only we would speak up.
Monday, March 16, 2015
penance
i.
run me ragged blind
in through this
alone
as has been
and shall always be
by an undetermined fate
swept across,
long and leering
through this infinite jest
concocted of a vast emptiness
like no other
since time's ruthless
construct,
bound and dipped into
the broth of life,
timid and tearful
without escape
except for
only
death
and quiet, reckless abandon.
ii.
most luscious love,
bind me
with your tired gaze
in the haze
of fleeting moments
not unlike
the minutes
we share
and tear
away this reckoning
from withered limbs
where time's construct
begins
and ends
with a fateful twist,
vertically along the wrists,
for there is no other time
as now.
iii.
dearly demented,
hold onto
forever
as a rose to its thorns
and mourn the grieving,
deceiving eyes,
devouring
our moments
not unlike the minutes we share
in lucid despair
closed off,
congealed
where we have healed
over
from the scars and scabs,
keeping tabs
on sweet
desolation.
iv.
the decomposed and drowned
for rancid revelations
revealed
dementia;
dreary and draped
in woeful tongues_;
each minute
the last_;
every second
its own unique torture.
v.
the second hand
ticks and tocks
upon weary clocks
the hour is at hand,
beaten
hand
by beaten hand
until the gears
are naught
but rot.
click away the downtrodden
into tiny flecks of disposable
pieces: revealed as
bent and pent beggars
beguiled,
bellowing
bombs
at the sun. unheard to deaf ears.
bent beggars
bound by time
in a timeless exchange
hand by hand,
beaten by the beating clock.
vi.
sweetly
tormented
repenting for sins
yet conceived,
relieved of this
tearful, tempting woe
and gleeful incompetence
belittled by spikes through
clenched fists
and torn tongues
too scabbed over
to speak
of the nature of the beast
that tries mightily to
devour the
sour
blood and bones
of the illuminated
shone bright by the
shadow of its skin
and the sin
yet not conceived.
vii.
drown not the
weary in sickness
nor deceit
or let them fall
tumbling
to parched earth
cracked by careless fists
and bellowing sun.
O' for the water runs cold
in this
particular corner of
HELL.
run me ragged blind
in through this
alone
as has been
and shall always be
by an undetermined fate
swept across,
long and leering
through this infinite jest
concocted of a vast emptiness
like no other
since time's ruthless
construct,
bound and dipped into
the broth of life,
timid and tearful
without escape
except for
only
death
and quiet, reckless abandon.
ii.
most luscious love,
bind me
with your tired gaze
in the haze
of fleeting moments
not unlike
the minutes
we share
and tear
away this reckoning
from withered limbs
where time's construct
begins
and ends
with a fateful twist,
vertically along the wrists,
for there is no other time
as now.
iii.
dearly demented,
hold onto
forever
as a rose to its thorns
and mourn the grieving,
deceiving eyes,
devouring
our moments
not unlike the minutes we share
in lucid despair
closed off,
congealed
where we have healed
over
from the scars and scabs,
keeping tabs
on sweet
desolation.
iv.
the decomposed and drowned
for rancid revelations
revealed
dementia;
dreary and draped
in woeful tongues_;
each minute
the last_;
every second
its own unique torture.
v.
the second hand
ticks and tocks
upon weary clocks
the hour is at hand,
beaten
hand
by beaten hand
until the gears
are naught
but rot.
click away the downtrodden
into tiny flecks of disposable
pieces: revealed as
bent and pent beggars
beguiled,
bellowing
bombs
at the sun. unheard to deaf ears.
bent beggars
bound by time
in a timeless exchange
hand by hand,
beaten by the beating clock.
vi.
sweetly
tormented
repenting for sins
yet conceived,
relieved of this
tearful, tempting woe
and gleeful incompetence
belittled by spikes through
clenched fists
and torn tongues
too scabbed over
to speak
of the nature of the beast
that tries mightily to
devour the
sour
blood and bones
of the illuminated
shone bright by the
shadow of its skin
and the sin
yet not conceived.
vii.
drown not the
weary in sickness
nor deceit
or let them fall
tumbling
to parched earth
cracked by careless fists
and bellowing sun.
O' for the water runs cold
in this
particular corner of
HELL.
Saturday, March 14, 2015
lit alone
the world is
falling apart
around me.
the pukes are puking.
the fucks are fucking.
the design is in time
with the static
and the souls are erratic
absorbed into, drawn into, alone.
it is as it is another day another drag
it is as it is
another day
another drag
it is
as it
is
a blanket of neurosis.
psychotic, symptomatic.
there are too many ants in the anthill.
hallow.
it is as it is
the current is the future. the future is past.
drink me dying
drink my dying
this is the future.
the future is bleak.
merry fucking christmas.
falling apart
around me.
the pukes are puking.
the fucks are fucking.
the design is in time
with the static
and the souls are erratic
absorbed into, drawn into, alone.
it is as it is another day another drag
it is as it is
another day
another drag
it is
as it
is
a blanket of neurosis.
psychotic, symptomatic.
there are too many ants in the anthill.
hallow.
it is as it is
the current is the future. the future is past.
drink me dying
drink my dying
this is the future.
the future is bleak.
merry fucking christmas.
some silly love
it's just love.
give it
a little tug
and pull some down for
yourself.
leave a little for
someone else.
share
if you care.
give
even if you don't.
it's all
a small
moment,
nothing more .
it's just the
mind
working
the mind :
giving a certain something back
to a certain someone .
it's all in fun .
just a little love
for the sake of,
for the need of,
for the want of,
the human condition.
if you want it,
give it .
give it
a little tug
and pull some down for
yourself.
leave a little for
someone else.
share
if you care.
give
even if you don't.
it's all
a small
moment,
nothing more .
it's just the
mind
working
the mind :
giving a certain something back
to a certain someone .
it's all in fun .
just a little love
for the sake of,
for the need of,
for the want of,
the human condition.
if you want it,
give it .
comply
so smooth
she spits fire
like
raindrops
into the eyes
of the audience
awaiting the end times
in a bath of their own
electric
warfare
without a care;
crushing those who would
try to
aspire,
to desire
the tender kisses of midnight
in a flight of fancy
as smoke trails
across the power lines,
she finds
a little something
she left behind
one day
not too long ago,
and she knows
it's just another daydream
in the stream
of a lingering scheme
designed to juristic
and restrict
the ample love
in the eyes that resign
to fire
and flame
in the name of shame
as it lingers upon lips
so divine
they shine with admiration
and violation
through the piss wet pulp
of electric warfare
so as to despair
the glare that
kissed it
upon the cheek
that reddens at the touch,
but not enough
to wipe away
the lingering memories
of the disease
that killed it
once upon at time
by the lips
that kiss
so divine
they had to build a shrine
to the goddess of
electric warfare
called
complacency.
she spits fire
like
raindrops
into the eyes
of the audience
awaiting the end times
in a bath of their own
electric
warfare
without a care;
crushing those who would
try to
aspire,
to desire
the tender kisses of midnight
in a flight of fancy
as smoke trails
across the power lines,
she finds
a little something
she left behind
one day
not too long ago,
and she knows
it's just another daydream
in the stream
of a lingering scheme
designed to juristic
and restrict
the ample love
in the eyes that resign
to fire
and flame
in the name of shame
as it lingers upon lips
so divine
they shine with admiration
and violation
through the piss wet pulp
of electric warfare
so as to despair
the glare that
kissed it
upon the cheek
that reddens at the touch,
but not enough
to wipe away
the lingering memories
of the disease
that killed it
once upon at time
by the lips
that kiss
so divine
they had to build a shrine
to the goddess of
electric warfare
called
complacency.
Thursday, March 12, 2015
fear the monsters
if you ever
want to see
Darwinism
in action,
watch a street
fight,
watch mob mentality,
watch a riot,
watch a protest
gone wrong.
the monkey comes out.
the primal
lizard brain rears its
scaly head.
it is brutality at its
finest.
every inch
of evolution
drains away,
and we become
the monsters
we are most afraid of.
you will not
have to go far
to find proof of
Darwinian Theory.
turn on your television.
check out a few clips
on YouTube.
hit up the nearest bar.
swing by that
neighborhood
you were always told
to stay away from.
take a tour of your
local
penitentiary.
just wait until
civilization breaks down.
you might get lucky
and find some
compassion,
but mostly,
you will see what
we are all truly
capable of.
you will see
survival of the fittest
for the sake of
survival of the fittest.
it wouldn't take much
for the whole
goddamn
thing to go up in flames.
it wouldn't take long
to destroy
everything we
have worked for.
all you need
is a little
fear.
want to see
Darwinism
in action,
watch a street
fight,
watch mob mentality,
watch a riot,
watch a protest
gone wrong.
the monkey comes out.
the primal
lizard brain rears its
scaly head.
it is brutality at its
finest.
every inch
of evolution
drains away,
and we become
the monsters
we are most afraid of.
you will not
have to go far
to find proof of
Darwinian Theory.
turn on your television.
check out a few clips
on YouTube.
hit up the nearest bar.
swing by that
neighborhood
you were always told
to stay away from.
take a tour of your
local
penitentiary.
just wait until
civilization breaks down.
you might get lucky
and find some
compassion,
but mostly,
you will see what
we are all truly
capable of.
you will see
survival of the fittest
for the sake of
survival of the fittest.
it wouldn't take much
for the whole
goddamn
thing to go up in flames.
it wouldn't take long
to destroy
everything we
have worked for.
all you need
is a little
fear.
Sunday, March 8, 2015
The Land of Milk and Money.
Each and every one of us
has obligations.
We have an obligation to
our world.
We have an obligation to
ourselves.
What we do in the short
time we have is paramount
to those who come after us.
If we do nothing now,
someone will have to
do something later.
The longer we wait,
the more life festers
around us.
This is the only opportunity
we have to make life worthwhile.
This is our time.
This is our station in life.
If we decide to let companies
pollute our world,
we leave pollution behind
for the next generations
to deal with.
If we leave the financial system
unchecked,
poverty is what we will to our
children and grandchildren.
If we keep electing the same
politicians to office,
we are giving up on the future.
We can take simple steps to ensure
longevity.
Refuse to buy unsustainable products.
Refuse to vote for the same liars
we have elected all along.
Live within our means.
Tune out the rhetoric.
Find the middle path.
Stop wanting shock value.
It sounds so easy, but very few
want to partake. Complacency
is the easy path. Noncompliance
is hard. But slavery will be a
bitter pill that none of us want to
swallow.
has obligations.
We have an obligation to
our world.
We have an obligation to
ourselves.
What we do in the short
time we have is paramount
to those who come after us.
If we do nothing now,
someone will have to
do something later.
The longer we wait,
the more life festers
around us.
This is the only opportunity
we have to make life worthwhile.
This is our time.
This is our station in life.
If we decide to let companies
pollute our world,
we leave pollution behind
for the next generations
to deal with.
If we leave the financial system
unchecked,
poverty is what we will to our
children and grandchildren.
If we keep electing the same
politicians to office,
we are giving up on the future.
We can take simple steps to ensure
longevity.
Refuse to buy unsustainable products.
Refuse to vote for the same liars
we have elected all along.
Live within our means.
Tune out the rhetoric.
Find the middle path.
Stop wanting shock value.
It sounds so easy, but very few
want to partake. Complacency
is the easy path. Noncompliance
is hard. But slavery will be a
bitter pill that none of us want to
swallow.
The Burden of Time.
We don't really change.
We become burdened.
All of those things that
you thought were nothing
add up into a great big
something, and it's hard to
shake.
it rattles the bones-
it bends the guts-
And you eventually become
something other than what
you were when you started.
We're an enormous puzzle
with mismatched pieces
falling in where they may.
By the end of your days,
you walk away something
entirely different.
The eyes are the same,
but the soul has taken on
a new sheen that speaks of
turmoil, joy, tension, fragility,
compassion, and mercy. By the
end, you are exactly who you were
supposed
to
be.
We become burdened.
All of those things that
you thought were nothing
add up into a great big
something, and it's hard to
shake.
it rattles the bones-
it bends the guts-
And you eventually become
something other than what
you were when you started.
We're an enormous puzzle
with mismatched pieces
falling in where they may.
By the end of your days,
you walk away something
entirely different.
The eyes are the same,
but the soul has taken on
a new sheen that speaks of
turmoil, joy, tension, fragility,
compassion, and mercy. By the
end, you are exactly who you were
supposed
to
be.
Monday, March 2, 2015
solidarity in bonds
we so often
sacrifice ourselves
to life,
giving in when
the giving's
good.
we take much,
and leave
our waste
behind.
our wants
outweigh
our needs.
our goals
are often
shrouded
in accumulation.
we find love
and we piss it
away.
we toil over
that which
doesn't deserve
our attention.
we give ourselves
over to
the falsity of religion,
believing there is
purpose in idle
contemplation
of a hereafter
when we can't even live
in the right now.
there can only be
peace
when we leave
war
behind.
there can only
be a flower
after the seed
has taken root.
we can only
truly
give
when we have
nothing left
to hand over.
sacrifice ourselves
to life,
giving in when
the giving's
good.
we take much,
and leave
our waste
behind.
our wants
outweigh
our needs.
our goals
are often
shrouded
in accumulation.
we find love
and we piss it
away.
we toil over
that which
doesn't deserve
our attention.
we give ourselves
over to
the falsity of religion,
believing there is
purpose in idle
contemplation
of a hereafter
when we can't even live
in the right now.
there can only be
peace
when we leave
war
behind.
there can only
be a flower
after the seed
has taken root.
we can only
truly
give
when we have
nothing left
to hand over.
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