Lately I've been having feelings that it's time for people to stand up to the government on a local, regional, and national level. It's long overdue for people to fight back, exercise their human rights, flex their knowledge of what is right and what is wrong, and to enforce their constitutional rights given to them from 12 men fleeing persecution. I'm talking about freedom from insurance, corporations, racism, wrongful prosecution, persecution of religious or non-religious beliefs. I'm talking about avoiding enacting ridiculous laws that make hate official. History has long told stories of hate, racism, genocide, civil unrest, and encroachment and history will tell many other sides to the stories that involve fighting back, winning and losing, families torn in the process, and lives lost in vain of mad men drunk with power,men (very few women) who have raped, pillaged, and plundered for centuries.
Recent history (decades) have given us advancements as a species, has lain out what each of us knows is right, what should be repaired, and what never to do again. Apparently, Arizona, known for bottom of the barrel education, didn't read about that in their outdated history books, approved by educators and state and local governments run by old, racist, leaders with political agendas catering to the offensive. They must not have learned that it is WRONG after living through the 50s and 60s, they must have forgotten the atrocities that one race afflicted another with. They didn't learn their lesson. They didn't pass human rights down to the next generations. They didn't sit around a dinner table or a campfire and tell of fights for human rights. They didn't educate.
Now, we're there again. Arizona's elderly state government leaders crafted a bill to allow racism legal. So much for the Civil Right's Movement. So much for Rosa Parks. So much for Dr. Martin Luther King. So much for tomorrow.
These horrible feelings of fear of skin color and nationality are what will end the world, are what will end in nuclear war, are what will end humanity and the planet we ruined in greed. They will be the death of us.
Unless we turn our attention to righting the wrongs, educating the uneducated, and teaching the next generations to learn from history so as not to repeat it, we will be doomed. This must start with a protest. Action. Voices. Loud voices. Loud enough for the pent house dwellers controlling our money, freedom, and "voice" to hear us tell them 'NO'. It's unfortunate that we allow ourselves to be shoved so far down rich throats (or up rich ass holes) that we don't see the entrance to the cave closing behind us. We need to put down our lanterns and safety nets and turn back, take control, and reform the way we live. The right path will be illuminated naturally then. If we don't learn soon, we will never have the opportunity and the next great generation of change will die in vain at the hands of brainwashed, gun-weilding, government enforcers and America will be no more.
If you don't act, the wrong power will and you'll never again have the opportunity.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Racism Running Rampant
Wow. That's all that comes to mind when I read this. And the fact that I'm SO happy I don't live in Utah any more...not that Arizona is ANY better these days. It's not that I don't agree that immigration reform is needed, we're just way too late to start kicking people out who we've let live and work here and raise families here in the US for the last 20 years. No I don't like paying for others benefits such as health care, food stamps, housing assistance...but I don't care if you're a citizen of this POS country or not! I understand that there are rough times that people need help. That's why unemployment, WIC, food stamps, etc were created! I have a problem with the people who abuse these safety nets, no matter where you come from, and use them to abuse the system and/or have too many kids.
Then you have the shitty employees the state hires (who, by the way, are the BIGGEST, FATTEST, most disgusting people I have EVER seen). I have NEVER seen any of these people treat anyone in the state office with respect. I've seen many of them go fishing for doughnuts and candy and sodas, not on a break, not out for lunch, but ON THE JOB!!! Talk about wasting funds. The woman who anonymously called in these alledged illegal immigrants has probably consumed several as a mid-afternoon snack.
If it's true that a state employee, the same woman who "called in" the illegals complaint, created this list, I think she's absolutely wrong for accessing confidential information, regardless of the reason! It is not her right, nor her position, to act as the martyr for the racists. And just in case you can't wrap your head around the wrongness of this action, how would you feel if someone took your bank account information, saw you purchased alcoholic beverages, and sent out your name on a list that you were wrong? It's not the fact that you partake in a program (alcohol imbibement or state medical care during pregnancy), but the fact that someone took your personal, confidential information and slandered your name in public. I can almost guarantee that most of these people on this "list" aren't illegal, just of Mexican descent or Hispanic heritage.
Our current government and current activities within the state governments has caused a panic atmosphere among the residents of the states and of the US as a whole. Immigrants and emmigrants have been coming for centuries to our country for safety, opportunity, education, the weather, and to avoid persecution in their own countrys. In fact, the Founding Father's of our nation were NOT all born or raised here. They came from other countrys. The Statue of Liberty, given to the US from France states:
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me.
I lift my lamp beside the golden door."
How do you discern the difference between this statement upon which almost all of our ancestors came to this country to provide us with this great life (of unemployment, starvation, bad health, obesity, depression, dependence on drugs/alcohol, war, PTSD) and the Mexicans who are coming here to do the same as we did in the last two hundred + years? Can you blame them? Our drug war isn't as pronounced or as dangerous as theirs, we earn more money (spend more too), and live in cleaner housing (as long as we're not poor, inner city, and a minority). Oh wait, doesn't seem like it's much better here...so why do we stay?
Must be the weather...
Then you have the shitty employees the state hires (who, by the way, are the BIGGEST, FATTEST, most disgusting people I have EVER seen). I have NEVER seen any of these people treat anyone in the state office with respect. I've seen many of them go fishing for doughnuts and candy and sodas, not on a break, not out for lunch, but ON THE JOB!!! Talk about wasting funds. The woman who anonymously called in these alledged illegal immigrants has probably consumed several as a mid-afternoon snack.
If it's true that a state employee, the same woman who "called in" the illegals complaint, created this list, I think she's absolutely wrong for accessing confidential information, regardless of the reason! It is not her right, nor her position, to act as the martyr for the racists. And just in case you can't wrap your head around the wrongness of this action, how would you feel if someone took your bank account information, saw you purchased alcoholic beverages, and sent out your name on a list that you were wrong? It's not the fact that you partake in a program (alcohol imbibement or state medical care during pregnancy), but the fact that someone took your personal, confidential information and slandered your name in public. I can almost guarantee that most of these people on this "list" aren't illegal, just of Mexican descent or Hispanic heritage.
Our current government and current activities within the state governments has caused a panic atmosphere among the residents of the states and of the US as a whole. Immigrants and emmigrants have been coming for centuries to our country for safety, opportunity, education, the weather, and to avoid persecution in their own countrys. In fact, the Founding Father's of our nation were NOT all born or raised here. They came from other countrys. The Statue of Liberty, given to the US from France states:
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me.
I lift my lamp beside the golden door."
How do you discern the difference between this statement upon which almost all of our ancestors came to this country to provide us with this great life (of unemployment, starvation, bad health, obesity, depression, dependence on drugs/alcohol, war, PTSD) and the Mexicans who are coming here to do the same as we did in the last two hundred + years? Can you blame them? Our drug war isn't as pronounced or as dangerous as theirs, we earn more money (spend more too), and live in cleaner housing (as long as we're not poor, inner city, and a minority). Oh wait, doesn't seem like it's much better here...so why do we stay?
Must be the weather...
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Making Lemons from Lemonade
Tomorrow I have to go to arbitration, to defend why I wouldn't allow a company, strike that, a corporation, to piss on me and wipe their muddy shoes on me anymore. I have to defend why I won't sign a contract stating that I will accept liability for something I never did in the first place. I have to defend why I have a right to own a home, and to live there (should I ever get that right back). I have to defend why I have any rights at all, to an insurance company. Which is precisely the reason I will lose, lose my home, my financial stability for my family, my future financial endeavors, all gone. Gone because I filed a claim because my insurance company and HOA refused to do what they were obligated to do in the first place, refused to do what I pay them monthly and yearly to do.
And they won.
Even if the paper we signed says they will pay and I will get a dollar amount I've still lost. I've lost 7 months of my life to stress, fighting, anger, sleepless nights, nightmares, a death, and frustration. No matter what happens tomorrow, I will never win anything back. I will never regain that which I've lost. And I will still lose my home.
And they won.
Even if the paper we signed says they will pay and I will get a dollar amount I've still lost. I've lost 7 months of my life to stress, fighting, anger, sleepless nights, nightmares, a death, and frustration. No matter what happens tomorrow, I will never win anything back. I will never regain that which I've lost. And I will still lose my home.
Friday, July 2, 2010
Angry poetry
As most people that know me know, my family is going through a HORRIBLE year. It all started with our HOA, then the insurance company, then came a lawsuit, a settlement at mediation, and now, an arbitration because everything that came before was a lie. When you've done nothing wrong and do all that you can to fight for what's right, you don't always win and you lose a lot (money, time, relationships, communication, sleep, dinner) along the way. I've always been passionate but never have I been so motivated. I used to say I'd like to change the world. Now I know I will change the world for the better. In the mean time, here's some poetry that describes how I feel most days lately...a bit of imagery to help you understand why I break down from time to time.
6/8/10
A demon descends unto the location
Finds a crack in the homes’ foundation.
It begins with a scream, a scratch, then the fight
The soul battles hatred, anger, and spite.
The body bares bruises, burns, and pains,
Tears follow lines on the face that they stain,
No one around can hear the screams in the skull
Muffled by claws and cold fingers of ghouls
The tongue is drawn out from the purple lips
Body’s cold, soul drained, and veins drip.
The breath in the lungs withdrawn in a gasp
As the demon sucks life from she in his grasp.
In Your Eyes
1/2/07
In your eyes
The dirt under my nails and the circles under my eyes tell you I’m a poor laborer.
In your eyes
This fact makes me worthless, thus you can’t associate with me because of how I make a living.
In your eyes
I will never amount to anything, nothing more than a servant with pride for you to walk upon.
In your eyes
Your elite status gives you rights, rights which infringe upon others and you expect me to bow to you.
In my eyes
I’m respected because I work hard and I make ends meet, and I understand the meaning of a dollar.
In my eyes
I’m a productive member of society for those who do not need to work and I’m grateful for the ability.
In my eyes
Without me and people with reliable dedication like me, you would have nothing, because then you’d have to start to work.
This one was written to describe how I feel about the HOA president and the Farmer's Insurance lawyer.
6/8/10
I’ve seen the devil, seen how she walks among us. It’s not as history and folklore would have you believe; no horns, no fire, no hell. Just an ordinary body filled with the evil that all the God-fearing people fear more than God himself, wreaking havoc on the good for what seems to be no reason at all. And once you’ve been touched by the devil, you can never erase the experience; it is embedded in your soul, imprinted in your memories, and cause for the sleepless nights that will come for eternity. Most don’t know she’s there; she seems to be one of them. They forget that they are vulnerable and weak when faced with her temptation, unable to reason or comprehend once they’ve been caught in her grasp. They will never be good again.
It all started one rainy, cold night, as all horror stories do. And with good reason. The danger that lurks in the dark finds you when you’ve been deserted, in empty streets, during a blackout caused by hurricane force winds and torrential rains, lost without someone to hold your hand. It won’t arrive as a knock at the door or a phone call, no shadows in the corner waiting for you to walk nervously by. She finds you when you reach out for help when you have no direction after she's seeped through the ceiling and down the inside of the walls. We’ve been taught to trust the warm, caring woman who will comfort us. We’ve got it all wrong. She hides the dagger behind her back, waiting for you to lean into her grasp for safety before she slides it slowly down your spine.
Then what you ask? You wither and writhe on the floor, staring at the claws tucked neatly in her polished heels, the skin taut and aged over the bones from those she has picked apart in order to gain strength to feed on the next soul in her sight. As she reaches into your chest with her long, jagged nail she pricks the lining of your lungs. Your breath slowly escapes into her reach. She inhales as you realize you cannot fill your lungs and begin to panic, breathe quicker, sweat from your palms and tear at your eyes. You will see her smile and the true figure hiding inside the ordinary woman will appear. Glance quickly as it will end soon.
You will see the hair turn from shiny black to coarse and ragged, the skin turn from smooth to wrinkled, battered, and seeping blood. The blue eyes will begin to glow red and the once straight teeth will become jagged and black with disease. Her gums will bleed and her tongue will fork as it slithers from her mouth to taste your soul exiting your body. Try to forget before you close your eyes, as the nightmare is anything but. From now on you will survive in her grasp, in pain, a puppet in her grand scheme hanging from nails through your limbs attached to burning wires, searing you from the inside out. Every breath will be filled with smoking flesh and your ears will ring from your fellow puppets screams.
Dare not to fall asleep as she will jerk you awake by entering your dreams, her laugh permeating your ear drums, vibrating them until they bleed and your eyes once again open in terror, only to find that you never were asleep, merely unconscious from the painful tearing of your skin. Your body will soon die from shock and torture. How lucky you feel briefly, only to realize that your soul remains forever in a tomb she has decorated with your blood, your good memories forever drained into a cauldron she uses to swirl your dreams into nightmares. She will remove a bone from your skeleton before laying it into a box of fire and insert it into hers as a memento of the agony she caused. Your spirit will drift away as she leaves you to haunt others’ memories of you, forever ruining what good you once had. And unlike the other stories, there will be no happy ending. You will never awaken.
6/8/10
A demon descends unto the location
Finds a crack in the homes’ foundation.
It begins with a scream, a scratch, then the fight
The soul battles hatred, anger, and spite.
The body bares bruises, burns, and pains,
Tears follow lines on the face that they stain,
No one around can hear the screams in the skull
Muffled by claws and cold fingers of ghouls
The tongue is drawn out from the purple lips
Body’s cold, soul drained, and veins drip.
The breath in the lungs withdrawn in a gasp
As the demon sucks life from she in his grasp.
In Your Eyes
1/2/07
In your eyes
The dirt under my nails and the circles under my eyes tell you I’m a poor laborer.
In your eyes
This fact makes me worthless, thus you can’t associate with me because of how I make a living.
In your eyes
I will never amount to anything, nothing more than a servant with pride for you to walk upon.
In your eyes
Your elite status gives you rights, rights which infringe upon others and you expect me to bow to you.
In my eyes
I’m respected because I work hard and I make ends meet, and I understand the meaning of a dollar.
In my eyes
I’m a productive member of society for those who do not need to work and I’m grateful for the ability.
In my eyes
Without me and people with reliable dedication like me, you would have nothing, because then you’d have to start to work.
This one was written to describe how I feel about the HOA president and the Farmer's Insurance lawyer.
6/8/10
I’ve seen the devil, seen how she walks among us. It’s not as history and folklore would have you believe; no horns, no fire, no hell. Just an ordinary body filled with the evil that all the God-fearing people fear more than God himself, wreaking havoc on the good for what seems to be no reason at all. And once you’ve been touched by the devil, you can never erase the experience; it is embedded in your soul, imprinted in your memories, and cause for the sleepless nights that will come for eternity. Most don’t know she’s there; she seems to be one of them. They forget that they are vulnerable and weak when faced with her temptation, unable to reason or comprehend once they’ve been caught in her grasp. They will never be good again.
It all started one rainy, cold night, as all horror stories do. And with good reason. The danger that lurks in the dark finds you when you’ve been deserted, in empty streets, during a blackout caused by hurricane force winds and torrential rains, lost without someone to hold your hand. It won’t arrive as a knock at the door or a phone call, no shadows in the corner waiting for you to walk nervously by. She finds you when you reach out for help when you have no direction after she's seeped through the ceiling and down the inside of the walls. We’ve been taught to trust the warm, caring woman who will comfort us. We’ve got it all wrong. She hides the dagger behind her back, waiting for you to lean into her grasp for safety before she slides it slowly down your spine.
Then what you ask? You wither and writhe on the floor, staring at the claws tucked neatly in her polished heels, the skin taut and aged over the bones from those she has picked apart in order to gain strength to feed on the next soul in her sight. As she reaches into your chest with her long, jagged nail she pricks the lining of your lungs. Your breath slowly escapes into her reach. She inhales as you realize you cannot fill your lungs and begin to panic, breathe quicker, sweat from your palms and tear at your eyes. You will see her smile and the true figure hiding inside the ordinary woman will appear. Glance quickly as it will end soon.
You will see the hair turn from shiny black to coarse and ragged, the skin turn from smooth to wrinkled, battered, and seeping blood. The blue eyes will begin to glow red and the once straight teeth will become jagged and black with disease. Her gums will bleed and her tongue will fork as it slithers from her mouth to taste your soul exiting your body. Try to forget before you close your eyes, as the nightmare is anything but. From now on you will survive in her grasp, in pain, a puppet in her grand scheme hanging from nails through your limbs attached to burning wires, searing you from the inside out. Every breath will be filled with smoking flesh and your ears will ring from your fellow puppets screams.
Dare not to fall asleep as she will jerk you awake by entering your dreams, her laugh permeating your ear drums, vibrating them until they bleed and your eyes once again open in terror, only to find that you never were asleep, merely unconscious from the painful tearing of your skin. Your body will soon die from shock and torture. How lucky you feel briefly, only to realize that your soul remains forever in a tomb she has decorated with your blood, your good memories forever drained into a cauldron she uses to swirl your dreams into nightmares. She will remove a bone from your skeleton before laying it into a box of fire and insert it into hers as a memento of the agony she caused. Your spirit will drift away as she leaves you to haunt others’ memories of you, forever ruining what good you once had. And unlike the other stories, there will be no happy ending. You will never awaken.
Poetry from my past
7/25/08
In the evening when it’s dark,
And the moon has yet to shine,
My eyes, too tired to wake
Now awake, my mind afire.
I sip the thickening air
And swallow my shallow breath
And feel the life slip slowly
I lay a memory to death.
The streetlight, all that lingers,
The curb, as it is lit,
The silence echoes loudly
The thoughts pulled from a pit.
The depths to which I wander
Will I come back alone?
Or will another join me
And then I’ll wander on?
No direction I feel pulled to
No pathway to the sky,
No guidance to mislead me
This time I don’t ask why.
The end of the road is upon me,
The pathway, an abrupt stop.
Here, I’ll lay my arms down,
Here, my body drops.
Tomorrow is a new day,
This statement always true
But to whom is not the question
It’s the ever present doom.
The sun will rise and shine again
And the Earth will pass through time
One less body among the clutter
Will I know when it’s mine?
Too soon or too long here
The matter not quite at hand
Yet the decision for the matter
Not quite my final plan.
But in the evening when it’s dark
And the moon has yet to shine,
My eyes too tired to wake,
Instead see what’s in my mind.
7/31/08
No, not really homicidal
Though there are days, suicidal
I just can’t handle the idle
Of the seemingly mundane.
Ideas spinning ‘round about
Try to whisper, can only shout
Oh I yearn to clamber out
Of the seemingly inane.
Eyelids flutter, whisk away
Tears are falling, they won’t abate,
They wash my skin, oh leave a stain
Of the seemingly insane.
Pulse racing quickly, fast,
Pressure rises, thoughts long past
A path through, that fate has cast,
Of the seemingly terrain.
8/14/08
Empty passes through my mind
See the flame dance before my eyes
Burn my skin, it’s alive with red
Staring, feel nothing, am I dead?
The match, my fingertips are burning
The smell of my nail, my stomach churning
I blink back a tear and swallow a sob
Failed at the one thing, rendered a slob.
Drop the match, set the bed afire.
Mattress burns slowly, to you I’m a liar.
Miserable deadbeat, a mooch, I’m no good
Crawl into my sweater, tighten the hood.
Leave the door open for the flame to escape
No urgency, walking, slowly close the gate.
Empty passes through my eyes as the flames dance inside my mind.
8/14/08
Unhinged, my hair singed, clinging to nothing alive.
Psychosis is simple, thoughts don’t coincide.
One thing unrelated adopts the topic of another.
My goal of the day interrupted by another.
Happy then sad yet neither just flat with a smile and a tear, blank stare, how’d I get here?
And deep in the confines of a brain in a skull, sanity screaming has no sway, no pull.
Someone’s watching me, lonely, not alone, I hate people around, yet hate being alone.
Stop looking at me looking at you while you judge me I would never judge you.
The walls show me faces, spots on the tile crawl.
My tears wash the ceiling, the stairs, well they fall.
Eyes watch me through the window
My heart starts its racing.
Footsteps outside on my roof
Who’s there pacing?
A little white pill, I swallow and listen
It’s all in my head with my imagination.
9/16/08
Smoke infused, battered, bruised, bittersweet I stand accused and wandering alone.
Heavy head, thoughts to dread, tomorrow dead, leave it all alone.
Stand behind, drink, unwind, settle mine down I’m on my own.
Treading slow, I stop, you go. Swear to me ‘no’. I’m gone.
In the evening when it’s dark,
And the moon has yet to shine,
My eyes, too tired to wake
Now awake, my mind afire.
I sip the thickening air
And swallow my shallow breath
And feel the life slip slowly
I lay a memory to death.
The streetlight, all that lingers,
The curb, as it is lit,
The silence echoes loudly
The thoughts pulled from a pit.
The depths to which I wander
Will I come back alone?
Or will another join me
And then I’ll wander on?
No direction I feel pulled to
No pathway to the sky,
No guidance to mislead me
This time I don’t ask why.
The end of the road is upon me,
The pathway, an abrupt stop.
Here, I’ll lay my arms down,
Here, my body drops.
Tomorrow is a new day,
This statement always true
But to whom is not the question
It’s the ever present doom.
The sun will rise and shine again
And the Earth will pass through time
One less body among the clutter
Will I know when it’s mine?
Too soon or too long here
The matter not quite at hand
Yet the decision for the matter
Not quite my final plan.
But in the evening when it’s dark
And the moon has yet to shine,
My eyes too tired to wake,
Instead see what’s in my mind.
7/31/08
No, not really homicidal
Though there are days, suicidal
I just can’t handle the idle
Of the seemingly mundane.
Ideas spinning ‘round about
Try to whisper, can only shout
Oh I yearn to clamber out
Of the seemingly inane.
Eyelids flutter, whisk away
Tears are falling, they won’t abate,
They wash my skin, oh leave a stain
Of the seemingly insane.
Pulse racing quickly, fast,
Pressure rises, thoughts long past
A path through, that fate has cast,
Of the seemingly terrain.
8/14/08
Empty passes through my mind
See the flame dance before my eyes
Burn my skin, it’s alive with red
Staring, feel nothing, am I dead?
The match, my fingertips are burning
The smell of my nail, my stomach churning
I blink back a tear and swallow a sob
Failed at the one thing, rendered a slob.
Drop the match, set the bed afire.
Mattress burns slowly, to you I’m a liar.
Miserable deadbeat, a mooch, I’m no good
Crawl into my sweater, tighten the hood.
Leave the door open for the flame to escape
No urgency, walking, slowly close the gate.
Empty passes through my eyes as the flames dance inside my mind.
8/14/08
Unhinged, my hair singed, clinging to nothing alive.
Psychosis is simple, thoughts don’t coincide.
One thing unrelated adopts the topic of another.
My goal of the day interrupted by another.
Happy then sad yet neither just flat with a smile and a tear, blank stare, how’d I get here?
And deep in the confines of a brain in a skull, sanity screaming has no sway, no pull.
Someone’s watching me, lonely, not alone, I hate people around, yet hate being alone.
Stop looking at me looking at you while you judge me I would never judge you.
The walls show me faces, spots on the tile crawl.
My tears wash the ceiling, the stairs, well they fall.
Eyes watch me through the window
My heart starts its racing.
Footsteps outside on my roof
Who’s there pacing?
A little white pill, I swallow and listen
It’s all in my head with my imagination.
9/16/08
Smoke infused, battered, bruised, bittersweet I stand accused and wandering alone.
Heavy head, thoughts to dread, tomorrow dead, leave it all alone.
Stand behind, drink, unwind, settle mine down I’m on my own.
Treading slow, I stop, you go. Swear to me ‘no’. I’m gone.
A Voice
The words on my tongue so elusive and afar
My mind strike their chord yet the cavity's ajar.
The creativity within my soul is blocked by social chains
And my heart yearns to release so hard it causes pains.
The phrases solid and fluent deep within my mind
Yet as I listen to their patterns my fingers lead me blind.
As if two beings are upon me, one holding the other back,
The other fighting valiantly so as to keep on track.
Expression finds another way and surfaces through tears
As the beings put a strangle hold on a smile, elicit fear.
It is a hope that something soon will break free and explode
And the music from behind green eyes will elaborately unfold.
My mind strike their chord yet the cavity's ajar.
The creativity within my soul is blocked by social chains
And my heart yearns to release so hard it causes pains.
The phrases solid and fluent deep within my mind
Yet as I listen to their patterns my fingers lead me blind.
As if two beings are upon me, one holding the other back,
The other fighting valiantly so as to keep on track.
Expression finds another way and surfaces through tears
As the beings put a strangle hold on a smile, elicit fear.
It is a hope that something soon will break free and explode
And the music from behind green eyes will elaborately unfold.
A full moon rises over the snow covered mountains, the same mountains that constrict my breathing, the same mountains that covet my ability to roam. Is this why they prevent me from wandering?
Jealousy: The coldest emotion.
Ice crystals are forming upon the surface of the window from which I observe. I exhale warm air to fog a circular blemish onto the glass and run my fingers through the condensation, admiring the delicate existence of the pattern. It fades.
Stare: The coldest gaze.
I breathe in deeply and feel my lungs capture the dry, frozen air, deep. This chills me to the bone, and my arms form goose bumps. Something about watching the suffocated weeds peering through the crisp, icy layer of snow, weighing them down, moving quicker than the looming mountains as I stare emptily from the backseat of safety causes me to feel heavy.
Empty: The coldest feeling.
I can see the frozen water hanging in the air, glistening, as the sun continues to set, casting an orange hue and an ominous shadow over the scenery, the scenery that has become the quintessential prison of who I am. This prison, that causes my heart to beat quickly, yet faint, my mind to whirl around one object on which I’ve focused and become dependent upon.
Lonely: The coldest existence.
And I search into the distance, squinting at the horizon, daring a pathway to that moon to open up and pull me in, much akin to the action it has upon the rising tide. I lean my forehead against the frozen pane keeping the bitter wind from my eyes and allow my skin to chill, causing a shiver of warmth to envelope me as I find myself slowly losing control of my eyelids and
falling
falling
falling
into a dream state as fragile as the snowflakes draping the earth in a white blanket to nurture that which lays below.
falling
falling
into a dream state as fragile as the snowflakes draping the earth in a white blanket to nurture that which lays below.
Cold: The protective layer.
If I were to keep driving, still dreaming,
I would let the ground shiver and warm itself.
And if I were to keep driving, still dreaming
I would embrace the ground with my warm blood, the blood that pulses through my veins with life.
And if I were to keep driving, still dreaming
I would watch the earth slowly come back to life as I wish I could, the green buds protruding fiercely through their chains.
And if I were to keep driving, still dreaming
I would show the mountains what lay beyond their guard, tempting them to escape this hell, as I wish they would release me.
I would let the ground shiver and warm itself.
And if I were to keep driving, still dreaming
I would embrace the ground with my warm blood, the blood that pulses through my veins with life.
And if I were to keep driving, still dreaming
I would watch the earth slowly come back to life as I wish I could, the green buds protruding fiercely through their chains.
And if I were to keep driving, still dreaming
I would show the mountains what lay beyond their guard, tempting them to escape this hell, as I wish they would release me.
If I were to keep driving…still dreaming…
Where Did You Go America?
"You say you want a revolution" -The Beatles
Anyone who has ever heard Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. speak will forever remember the way his booming voice resonated over crowds of hopefuls, people who had rights and stood up to the people who wanted to drown them out. We need another MLK, another revolutionary. We need someone that will stop the corporations from breaking us in spirit when we ask for what is right to be honored.
Look around you America. Look at what you've done by ignoring reality and not holding "The Man" accountable. You should be ashamed of yourselves. You need to put down the pharmaceuticals, the debit cards, and the remote and start thinking again. Once you start paying attention to the bullshit going on around you, you will be outraged, yet, will you do anything about it?
Whatever happened to the hippie radicals from the 60s? Didn't they raise children when they moved to the suburbs, or did they forget about what they fought so hard for? Where are the flower children of the coming of age baby boomers that stood up, sat down, and marched in protest of the atrocities that plagued our country's minds and hearts? Did they all fall asleep or are they so drugged up on Paxil, Prozac, and painkillers they have no idea what they've done by ignoring the powers that be? We don't need you if you don't have an opinion or a voice. We need an army of citizens to make the wrongs we elected, paid, and let take advantage of us, right.
There are a lot of reasons a person should stand up for what they believe in, the best reason being that it's the right thing to do. So I'm asking, where did you go America? Not the America that moved to the suburbs and let the cities go to waste. Not the America that moved to the Corporate American workplace and let bad lighting and tedious paper-pushing lull them into submission. Not the America that lets money and "keeping up with the Jones'" rule their life. We need the free thinkers, the inventors, the rational, the do-gooders. The revolutionaries of the yesteryear with dreams and ideas that will better the world. And we need them NOW.
We need to find ourselves some answers and ACT before it's too late. There can't be just one person left who has a voice, with a belief that THAT voice can make a difference, I can't be the only one. We need to find our inner child, our beliefs, the simple passions that define us, and we need to get them back! Over the last 20 years we have let technology drown out individuals and their voices. We've let email and instant messaging and bad music drown out the cadence of frustration and passion. No wonder we can't communicate, we've forgotten how one voice can change a nation.
We need a revolution because it's not alright right now. Someone shouldn't have to suffer and die in vain before the rest of America gets a wake up call.
Anyone who has ever heard Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. speak will forever remember the way his booming voice resonated over crowds of hopefuls, people who had rights and stood up to the people who wanted to drown them out. We need another MLK, another revolutionary. We need someone that will stop the corporations from breaking us in spirit when we ask for what is right to be honored.
Look around you America. Look at what you've done by ignoring reality and not holding "The Man" accountable. You should be ashamed of yourselves. You need to put down the pharmaceuticals, the debit cards, and the remote and start thinking again. Once you start paying attention to the bullshit going on around you, you will be outraged, yet, will you do anything about it?
Whatever happened to the hippie radicals from the 60s? Didn't they raise children when they moved to the suburbs, or did they forget about what they fought so hard for? Where are the flower children of the coming of age baby boomers that stood up, sat down, and marched in protest of the atrocities that plagued our country's minds and hearts? Did they all fall asleep or are they so drugged up on Paxil, Prozac, and painkillers they have no idea what they've done by ignoring the powers that be? We don't need you if you don't have an opinion or a voice. We need an army of citizens to make the wrongs we elected, paid, and let take advantage of us, right.
There are a lot of reasons a person should stand up for what they believe in, the best reason being that it's the right thing to do. So I'm asking, where did you go America? Not the America that moved to the suburbs and let the cities go to waste. Not the America that moved to the Corporate American workplace and let bad lighting and tedious paper-pushing lull them into submission. Not the America that lets money and "keeping up with the Jones'" rule their life. We need the free thinkers, the inventors, the rational, the do-gooders. The revolutionaries of the yesteryear with dreams and ideas that will better the world. And we need them NOW.
We need to find ourselves some answers and ACT before it's too late. There can't be just one person left who has a voice, with a belief that THAT voice can make a difference, I can't be the only one. We need to find our inner child, our beliefs, the simple passions that define us, and we need to get them back! Over the last 20 years we have let technology drown out individuals and their voices. We've let email and instant messaging and bad music drown out the cadence of frustration and passion. No wonder we can't communicate, we've forgotten how one voice can change a nation.
We need a revolution because it's not alright right now. Someone shouldn't have to suffer and die in vain before the rest of America gets a wake up call.
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