Our rhetoric is dangerous
we’ve no idea how many actions it perpetuates

The digital numbs us
fuels such emotionless anger
our thirst for war and guns and fury;
indifferent to the human element

Haven’t we yet risen above
kill or be killed?

I think about how poverty creates this anger
how inequality
both in practice and ignorance
creates this anger
how the naivety of telling someone to
get over it
when the speaker has never suffered
direct results of
what needs to be gotten over
perpetuates this anger
forges this anger

Perhaps the world was always like this,
I am just now becoming more aware of the party

But in this year of two thousand fourteen in christian times
we still thirst to dehumanize individuals we deem unworthy

I, personally, am angry that people refuse to be accountable
for their rhetoric

I, personally, am angry that those who are willing to kill
so that god will bless america
refuse to support america…

I, personally, am angry our Olympic uniforms
and the flags of our nation
are made in
China, or Bangladesh, or Vietnam, or Korea, or Germany;
Where is the vitriol opposing that?

I, personally, am angry that there must be a caution sticker on
a hot beverage warning that the beverage is hot

In handing our hysterical lives over to a virtual one
we now crave human contact and love
baffled why no one listens
pissed at everything
speak more, speak louder and speak with more anger

Conversations are always googled now
refusing to accept ideas

Lost is the ambiguity between fact and what feels like truth;
Outlawing fois gras but encouraging oil…
such arrogant hypocrisy

In the battle for equality, this anger boils up to
selfish greed -
Only those who provide us money
must be protected
Those who provide their services
must know their place:
make sure the dishes get cleaned
buses and trains run ontime
our trash picked up regularly;
we detest the organized strike which inconveniences

Rarely has a wealthy person experienced hard labor;
this is the ideal for our own lives
so
we must play nice rather than honestly
because what if one day we make it into their club…
or at least near to the sanctity of their positive opinion?

Our rhetoric is dangerous
I, personally, am angry
yet who will accept this cause and effect even exists?

af

(written with pen on paper, thinking about Jordan Davis)

looking so hard
at the ratios of
self-worth
confidence
security
against
strife
overcoming
strengthening
wondering why they have
always
been step for step with each other
with me still standing in place
then a click happens

that whisper, again…
question a bit further

i realize i am fighting with the symptoms
while the cause is ignored…

there are two specks of dust
of which all life comes from
love & fear

fear, alone, creates the consequences which
prevent
restrict
make me hesitate;

but
understand what the specific consequences
truly are
and the fear of the results diminish
making the reality of them more insignificant
than I could have ever tried to imagine,
which I did, which was the initial problem

It’s not how hard I focus on fixing my problems,
it’s the perspective from which I view them.

af

(written on computer, realized this morning)

The omens are more obvious now

Attention to this self had been fading
so tonight the omens made a choice…
this self over handing life over;
remembering the journey
that I must see through, as it need be

I am alone in the gorge
My shoes, My music, My weed, My drive
Just when all was about to be surrendered
Just when everything on me, around me
was breaking apart…

I Jumped…

The subject of my musings
The label of insanity as a result of my actions…
I stood by my word
jumped
every time
whole soul
all love all in

It is all so mysterious,
the things I see and believe,
all that I am willing together

Connected to these ghosts
the overwhelming comfort they provide
adrenaline seeping mysteriously within -
a happy fear.

When scared, I breathe them in,
my nerves calm,
feel finally a part of something
…humble and small and significant.

af

(written with pen on paper; inspired by Wadsworth and Poe)

words cloud thoughts in mind
clouds assume rain with no truth
go, walk in silence

sugar in the raw
savior of bitter coffee
sweet the holy cream

phone craves attention
“look at me, someone might care”
i wait and i wait

cute kittens online
boy shot seven times in life
which do you notice?

Oh, Dependency
Lucifer of mad lovers
Soul of lost artists

af

(written with pen on paper)

The wombat cried to the sloth to watch the two lovers in the tree where he usually eats his leaves.  The sloth didn’t mind…creation happens and anything in that tree in this life was simply for the sake of existence, he thought.

A pastry turns into fat.  Softens the tight image but helps a creature stay warm in changing climates.  Clocks spring forward and spring clocks the evolution of more time.

To everything…turn turn turn.

Feces is a beautiful poem of the meaning of life.  It is wholly the present, foul smelling and cleansing.  Yet, also all of the food of the world, both the past that has been ingested and the future soon to be created from it.

Perception:  The sky is the land for the bird.  Ain’t no need to growl at the arctic wind…She is who She is.

Just then, the writer took his pen, watched what was able to be witnessed, and slashed his new pants with his pen.  He stared at the ink bled through tan canvas, Silly how we try to keep so clean in a world made of dirt.  He laughed at the irony of becoming soiled by what gives him life.

Jesus loves Popeye, and God loves spinach…what beautiful collusion.

Hippies dance for peace and receive wrath because of their strength, and the ships still float on top of water, just as our feet never could.

Meanwhile, uptown is west of downtown, which is north and a man might survive war but be strangled to death by a guitar string, .2286mm.

Proud of our consumption yet?

Muhammad proclaimed jihad in the holy book yet Christians have killed more than inhabit the earth in the name of unconditional love so why fear the peace of Buddha?  The bugs do not care, neither do the other planets.  A tree will still be a tree.  The sun will always be nourishing violence, tumbleweeds tumble, redundancy redunancing…All language is created so make new words whenever possible.  Be proud.

“Let me out of this glass house…Stones refuse to smash these windows.  They know the broken glass will become stone to sand to glass and they will destroy their ancestors no more!”

Check the message.  Life is silly.  Stop trying.  The sloth don’t give a shit because it all just happens.

af

(written with pen on paper)