Why does the news crave tragedy?
Because WE do

They understand we the people take life too seriously
That we must feel we are divine creatures
That we are here to perform some magical universe-expanding…

We secretly love when a plane crashes
or when a bomb goes off.
These events give us excuses and justifications
These events allow us to be angry and afraid
These events allow us to make grand statements like
My Heart Bleeds For Those Parents
What Is Wrong With People And The World

For what other reason would we proselytize over deaths
that have absolutely nothing to do with us?
Why else would we stare at a television and watch
the explosions, the fire, the pain, the blood
over and over and over and over for days and days and days and days

We the people take great pride in our tragic gluttony;
It gives us a false sense of compassion
Allows us to believe we are not the problem

How else could we justify
as a creature born with logic and understanding,
our obsessive consumption and earthly neglect?

af

(written with pen on paper)

I ate a beakless chicken last night.
I know that because I felt no pain
as I bit into it,
nothing sharp.
In fact, there was no head either.
Not only that, I couldn’t taste any feathers.
Blood?
Not a drop.
No feet, no legs, no voice
and stranger, still,
this chicken had no bones;
Just chunks of meat
soaked in a creamy bath;
no voice to drown out the drowned screams
boiled in its own furious fat
and now decomposing inside of my body
…I suppose it was the right thing to do, though.
What is the use of living, anyway,
when you’re a deformed genetically malignant creature?
Better off dead and consumed by me, right?
What a life would it have…
anyway
it’s not like I am responsible.

af

(written with pen on paper)

Quiet convoluted chaos of
abstract visions desperately trying
to cling together
an existence seeming so vivid
being void of thought, memory

Then breath
becoming aware of the air
half alive
the rest stuck in the purgatory of multiple dimensions
slightly aware, immediately remorseful
holding onto memories of dreams

A trippy moment, surreal, then it’s too late
hurtling towards consciousness
drying out from the fan that has been
reluctantly trying to cool my wet skin
in this this bed I lie in
pressing my freshly rested eyes shut tighter from the
sun who is up far too early;
Questions, curiosities as the mind takes over

Then the waiting

Open eyes, check room
waiting
Check phone, computer, insecurity
waiting
Pondering patterns, decisions
until enough waiting passes
and I am ready for my first cup of coffee

and that is when my reality ends
so that the world can take over

af

(written with pen on paper immediately upon waking)

I knew that there would always be something to write about,
that is why I started this;
thing is
does there need to be interest in me for me to write?
Does a tree always need an ear?
After all, that is what I preach, right?
About artistic creative solitude, right?
Are the symmetrical patterns of cars and traffic that intriguing?
Is it even worth continuing this poem long after I am bored with it?

Drink my coffee, breathe thick air biting like mosquitos.
Clever, I think, until I look down at the fire-red brail;
Bump the table, shaking, both the table and I, spilling my coffee
Words and numbers everywhere, prices changing daily

There is nothing stable anymore because the awakening has already begun

So, does it really matter that I created this simply to create it?
And that it’s not really about anything in particular?

af

(written with pen on paper, thinking and spacey, as always)

The essence of variety
Evolution meeting Mother Earth
Rivers and bridges living in relative harmony
creating the music of beats in a jungle

Fireworks citywide to celebrate accomplishments
stained in would-be regret
if only we patriots knew the real truth

But they realize
unity is higher than righteousness;
Once the healthy seeds begin to sprout,
evolution will have come full circle
within this Earth

af

(written on a piece of paper sitting in a car)

Racism exists within humanity
because we want it to;
those who oppress
and those who are

The strength it takes to rise above
anything that veers the emotion
toward hate or pity
to find love in every individual

It takes sacrifice
mostly of time
mostly of habit
but mostly of pride
to understand why and how
racism exists

Ignorance fuels the oppressor
the unwillingness to set aside the ego
to submit themselves to the truth
I Was Wrong

But the teachers and the leaders
of all the movements
of all the looked-down and put-down upon
all preach a common wisdom:
to hear a word as just letters
taking control of the ability
to devalue any intention behind them.

Still, the people refuse to cease
blowing oxygen into the fire
the ignorant keep feeding

I choose not to be a
racist or bigot
I choose not to be a
victim or insulted

Choose…

af

(written on computer after an argument )

Getting ready to jump back into the fight

Ready, again, to sacrifice some peace and comfort

To attack the ignorance that has made pride obsessive

Because the weak
and lazy
of America
must cease making the rules

I refuse to allow you to be rewarded
anymore
for my strength and determination

Relaxation is over…

It is time, once again, to fight

af

(written with pen on paper, pissed at the people’s complacency)