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#24.Confessions of a Hopeless Romantic
why we're into
what we do when we're
if we've shared a straw
if we've made out
if we've slept together
if we've held hands
while walking at night
if you always think of me
if you check my blog every once in a while
if you stalk my Facebook profile
if we talk about our future together
if we look into each other's eyes
if we have confessed to the other
not even me.
#23.Boys and Babies
Boys are dirty
Boys are bad
Boys are horny
They make me so mad
They'll tell you they love you
They'll tell you they care
Most of it isn't true
They just want to stare
But I do love babies
The Difference Between You and IThe thorns sink in as the road darkens ahead and I dream that one day we can sleep in peaceful beds
as the air thickens with night's reign as fear spreads.
When will yesterday be a forgotten sentence?
We seek calm yet we must meet war head on without undue pretense.
To put the animal out of it's misery, to call upon those who seek to civilize,
I yet walk with my dreary head held high,
I float away while the greedy drown in their vicious lies.
Some may have sympathized for my plight
but the awakened souls know who has always won the fight,
now we are millions spanning all races
putting those who put skin or body ahead through their paces,
my name helped inspire a mounting torch,
your dying legacies of hatred are already among the forgotten faces.
Rave New WorldRave New World
From Huxley's novel, "Brave New World"
In the style of Tagorean* verse
I often wonder what world this is, that I have come to. The third world, maybe? All the
Vestiges of underdevelopment, vividly lying before our eyes. And what a sight to see.
Garbage and leftover food on the streets, much of it at the bases of waste baskets.
There are coffee shops and cafes here and there, but some are in the strangest places__
Auto repairs, petrol pumps, taxi stands...
Every where where the simpler commoner soul can reach, but sadly,
It lies out of reach of us high-borns.
I sit in one for only a second or two, and they wander in [mayhap from a gutter
At the crossroad?] and rave. Over all and sundry, but nothing worth a penny.
What world is this, at last. I think I know it now.
It is a Rave new world.
Cuando esto sucedioEl gran dinosaurio escupió un grito de dolor.
Cuando esto sucedió, la Tierra escupió fuego.
Cuando esto sucedió, el gran dinosaurio se volvió roca.
Cuando esto sucedió, el mar rompió la roca.
Cuando esto sucedió, las corrientes marinas y el viento arrastraron arena.
Cuando esto sucedió, se formaron playas y montañas.
Cuando esto sucedió, los humanos habitaron en ellas.
Cuando esto sucedió, las fábricas comenzaron a funcionar.
Cuando esto sucedió, el humo invadió el aire.
Cuando esto sucedió, los humanos temieron habitar cerca dellas.
Cuando esto sucedió, el plástico comenzó a agotarse.
Cuando esto sucedió, el petróleo contamino el mar.
Cuando esto sucedió, la roca ardió en las chimeneas.
Cuando esto sucedió, la Tierra escupió agua.
Cuando esto sucedió, los edificios se volvieron roca.
Cuando esto sucedi
is when one group of people
and another group of people
are told that it is necessary to kill each other
and that it is justifiable to do so,
in the name of a quarrel
between two transcendent beings
whose causes are universally more important
than the millions of lives against them.
These millions of lives
are against them by default, of course,
because their own transcendent leader
is in a quarrel with the other.
So they slaughter each other
in the name of all that is righteous,
until their great gods have had their fill
and reach an agreement,
and the world is right again.
A million deaths is not a tragedy;
It is a million tragedies happening all at once.
GandhiThis is not
A get up and go poem.
I've heard news enough -
The statistics, the suicides.
I've been walking to the steady tempo
Of bombs ticking in planes, in cars, in
The mouths of strangers. And no, I can't
Bring myself to look the homeless in the eye,
Can't think too hard too often about disaster victims;
Such empathy would implode in my chest, deflate me
Until the husk of my body curled around itself.
Gandhi said: be the change
That you wish to see in the world.
Those words tumbleweeded in my rib cage a while;
Be the change, change, change those empty
Beautiful words. I thought:
You see, these dry bones
Are my precious own, trying their hardest to live.
This is not
A get up and go poem.
But it could be.
It is not I who is entitled
It is you, who sit in a chair
Elected by boards of corporate officials
It is you,
Who think you're entitled to my life
My 9 to 5, my life
Stealing hours from my family, my kids, and my wife
It is you who're entitled
Who think my life is worth a wage
When it is priceless
I reserve the right to my self determination
To remove unnecessary hierarchy
Over myself and others
Who deem it so
No, it is you who is entitled
WaterWhen the universe began, I threw some water
Just splashed it about in the air
And it rolled itself into droplets
Don't you worry, my friend
The law of continuous entropy
Was upheld when it began
I threw the water out into space
Polarity forced it into beadlets
But instead of looking, I counted the molecules
I searched through it all
Piece by piece I dissected it
Splayed out in the air, the universe was perfect.
Unlike you and I
Who refuse to believe it began
When I threw water
Well it did, I said
And you know what
I like that water
Sustains our precious life
Builds membranes, delicately balancing pH
On an imaginary scale
Water that is split into pieces
Every time a plant needs sugar
And made the forest from the dirt
We live on a droplet of water
But yet we refuse to believe
That I threw all this water
All this water
It was only a cup or so
Last night I threw it out into space
The beastWe fight in this war
Of the Blue and Red
Mother against son
No one together as one
North beats down on the East
While South strikes swiftly
At an unknowing West
All to paint their color
The Reds spread eagles wings
The Blues wave freedoms flag
Not seeing the people doomed
To waste their lives away
Was this the plan all along
To break lives like waves upon
The thick purple walls of hate
Or is there something amiss
Even while the monster rears
It's dual faced head
It grows ten more
A technicolored monstrosity
What is this beast around us
And what could it possibly want
It devours the souls of the unwary
Convincing others it fights itself
This beast must have a name
Or at least a mark
To show us why it takes
Away the lives of those undeserving
This Is The Face Of Capitalism
Reach for the sky
And pierce the heavens,
It's a tired lie
When they say we can
Never dream big.
This is our home,
Made by our own hands,
Where our souls roam
Across these gray lands
That never end.
That grunt, roar, and scream;
Suits, never stop moving
If death lived here,
Then there would be no
One else; yet fear
exists like disease
without a cure.
The ones who talk
Walk the path of bent
Truth; they just squawk,
Life is a game
Built for thinking men
Who, for a name,
Would risk everything,
Even their souls.
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