all fury to be stomped out, wrung out,
and sorrow is the liquid stuff of dreams-
such bright eyes, so pretty,
burning in this vindictive city.

i rip out each small sharp bone,
smash each nocturnal nontruth,
will my blood to pulse so much more than this:
tick
tock
rick
rock

they sip moments as i scream
at the sun that came to make love to the rain.
they sip and they digest,
i slurp and make a mess.

i take it back.

What three things can never be done?
Forget. Keep silent. Stand alone.

Fuck that shit was burning hot!
All matters of matter made incendiary.
In sin, we are wary.

(in my dream last night you shot me dead.
i thought you weren’t supposed to die in dreams?
i shot me, then, and pretended it was you.
isn’t this just all we do?)

I lie before me and listen to me lie.
Could never a truth be put into words?
We are the very victims of the discourse we create,
and celebrate.
-I take part and parcel with the birds.

There hasn’t been a thunderstorm in days, weeks, years…
Primordial delights trip like sprites
in the forest all green and honor lie before you.
I’ll lie there speaking softly, then shrilly
as creatures tend to do, before they take to you.

this then would be never ever after.
tremulous chortling and chattering, bird hands doing nothing,
nestled in a warm nest of lies.

i think it rolls off of you like smoke.
i think you see yourself
in everyone to whom you’ve ever spoke.

what is any of this
but pure and primal loneliness

.

i guess i’ll be seeing you
in dreams i sometimes do

(night mourning straight to morning-

i looked for you in your coffin,
but you were not there.

my eyes are flowing
in the wind’s mouth,
where you are.

please remember to forget yourself.

i shivered and tossed through the night,
and awoke to the sound of thunder from a granite sky-
having soaked my body and sheets in rivers of sweat.

the body rebels, feverish, and i delight
in the startling dreams of a delusional mind.

she towered as the tallest flame, two balls
rested lightly on her fingertips
*space* *time*
eyes lotus petals, body a canvas of lovemarks
her laughter that of a child discovering snow or sand

four ducklings nuzzled under one knee,
a ladybug under the other.
some called her Lady Poppy,
some others called her mother.

and tigers roared but to pet her,
and the rivers rushed to hold her.
i called her Captivation.

i have no patience for your esoteric conversation.

a smile so indelible, i’m sauced,
melted, burnt, and tempest-tossed

i hope you find what you’ve been looking for.
looking for, i hope you find what you’ve been.

it surrounds the best of us,
besieged by wanderlust,
we coo and caw completely in awe.

under canopies of smoke and haze,
all the ways we number our days,
i stand corrected.
i lie dissected.

but balloons so full of lead,
crawl creeping, seeping and unsaid,
pray for mercy in the thirsty air.

i will wait for you there.
mind affixed with a restless stare.
stomach stirs and it troubles,
keeps on swallowing bubbles.

born to be confused,
rocket-ridden and infused-
we go hungry but amused.

the shudders that emerge from waking
my heart! it’s over-baking!

US Government Seeking to “Steal” Intellectual Freedom

Today in class, my brilliant Professor Kauanui alerted us to the newest invasion of privacy conceived of by the US government. A bill by the name of H.R. 1955: Violent Radicalization and Homegrown Terrorism Prevention Act of 2007 recently passed in the House of Representatives, and is now headed to the Senate.

A summary of the bill, taken from the official website THOMAS:

Directs the Secretary of Homeland Security to establish or designate a university-based Center of Excellence for the Study of Violent Radicalization and Homegrown Terrorism in the United States to assist federal, state, local, and tribal homeland security officials, through training, education, and research, in preventing violent radicalization and homegrown terrorism in the United States. Requires the Secretary to: (1) conduct a survey of methodologies implemented by foreign nations to prevent violent radicalization and homegrown terrorism; and (2) report to Congress on lessons learned from survey results.

Clearly, this fascist little piece of legislation is intended to extend the Patriot Act into the realm of activists and intellectuals. My professor is hosting a campus-wide forum next week to discuss its implications and possible avenues of resistance. Such legislation is NOT limited solely to political radicals, but also poses a threat to all who exercise their right to free speech.

The linguistic terms employed by the bill are defined as:

`(2) VIOLENT RADICALIZATION- The term `violent radicalization’ means the process of adopting or promoting an extremist belief system for the purpose of facilitating ideologically based violence to advance political, religious, or social change.

`(3) HOMEGROWN TERRORISM- The term `homegrown terrorism’ means the use, planned use, or threatened use, of force or violence by a group or individual born, raised, or based and operating primarily within the United States or any possession of the United States to intimidate or coerce the United States government, the civilian population of the United States, or any segment thereof, in furtherance of political or social objectives.

`(4) IDEOLOGICALLY BASED VIOLENCE- The term `ideologically based violence’ means the use, planned use, or threatened use of force or violence by a group or individual to promote the group or individual’s political, religious, or social beliefs.

What exactly is meant by “force”? The clip below explores several possible interpretations:

Homegrown

In particular, the Internet is to be indubitably a primary vehicle for targeting individuals, communities, and organizations where ideas live and breathe. If I am a champion of any lofty ideal, it is the potential of the Web to liberate information and potentiate collaborative dialogue. As an academic, blogger, and all-around thinking individual, intellectual freedom is something I typically take for granted. Nevertheless, there are nations and organizations all over the world bent on eliminating any and all challenges to hegemonic rule. Over the past decade, the US has increasingly endorsed such projects. As such, there is no doubt in my mind that, despite this bill’s utter absurdity, intellectual freedom faces a grave danger.Do you love your freedom? If so, please share and distribute this information widely; it is your civilian duty.

You can view the full text of the bill here.

Sign the Petition in Protest of This Bill!

shaken loose, it writes itself.

go past it! be blasted but still.
i tried to keep track of what the fuck just happened?
I wish it would all just uncomplicate,
clear and light.

keep soul strung strong above and raw to the surface
don’t tell me what to do!
quivering tongue to the tip
it unsnags the best of it
insatiable shadow sprung forth

you hold these things to be self-evident
your own maniacal truths
lord i am a victim of the eye

i’ll leave you to your twisted social convolusions
i’m off to dance with my delusions
(i am so sorry please forgive me)

i will be quietly enjoying pleasantries
for exhorbitant fees.
oh man and all your gods!
your idolatry prayer
that trickles unspoken
in the impermanent glare
so uncertain, i looked for you there
amongst the purple flowers, but you were not there.

put it all out on the table.
nothing is ever stable.

this is the shape and the character of love
and i just keep falling in.
stretching and flexing in the darkness,
tripping and falling through the sky.

i walked for hours on end.
and the eye kept staring in.

(and it will all come together
in the smoke and the nearness of breath)

and further and further and softer, now
the spring of reknown being

“i like you ’cause you make art out of things you touch. sometimes those things are people.”
-andy

nuzzling fuzzy whilst pyrring

under a tapestry of sighs i met my demise,
a burgeoning blanket of burdens!
bliss begins with a kiss-
made heavy beneath the loss of this

ecstatic experience has a nefarious side
undone my boundaries flew loose as i did
how now folding always : come back tempestuously…!
cold wind bites the face
as soil hardens beneath tired legs

these are the artifacts of time.
i fall asleep unspoken.
glass after glass we drink away the past
powders and softening gazes…

age i hate you yet you are inevitable and so i should not
but i cannot ask for more
and i wish only for a more raw self,
we are all only less as it passes.

such is the inconsequence of apathy.
and the future is so doomful.
and i have no more witty rhymes,
only the memories of stranger times.

yet it emerges unexpected and quite well.
in case you cared.