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Definition, I
05:53 Feb 27 2011
Times Read: 544

In utterance;

I protest

the reason I was born.



In utterance,

I protest your reason too.



We define our own reasons.



Let the control machine erode

and rust.

Aquatic Rapture
21:37 Feb 23 2011
Times Read: 547




A poem about the neglected topic of endangered species and the potential extinction of all nonhuman life.



For those of us who depend on animals and nature brighten our lives, we will only have our fat, bald neighbor to look at and that's not a future I look forward to or want.



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Aquatic Rapture





Floundering the frozen shoal an endangered diez,

a sturgeon realizes his family few

and sets upon a journey new.



The sturgeon swims afar the shallow edge of the frozen pond.

The sturgeon swims til his eyes, assault an image swimming by.



The first silhouette, reunited with it's breath;

a catfish the color of ocean sand.



The catfish asks:"Have you seen my family?"

The sturgeon asks the same;

the both of them go on their way.



They swim into the deepest ice, looking for a single clue,

to find the whereabouts;

of their family few.



They swim until their eyes, assault an image swimming by.

An image wretch in shadow, moving at a desperate pace.



A flat and nimble stingray

whose tears have stained his face.



The stingray asks:"Have you seen my family?"

The sturgeon asks the same,

the catfish asks the same,

the three of them go on their way.



They swim into the deepest ice, looking for a single clue,

to find the whereabouts;

of their family few.



They swim into a shallow patch, where sunlight gleams the mist;

the three acquaintances see a shape sweep swiftly through their midst.



Suddenly they cannot move, restrained in means so cramped,

their breath begotten rather short, their gills in pain a gasped.



They ventured far to find their kin,

they ventured far to find the truth,

they lay amongst their loved ones blue;

their eyes fog over

in the barren river,

devoid of life;

they are extinct,

they have no tomb;

...only rapture.

18:45 Feb 18 2011
Times Read: 558


Irony and Hypocrisy In America



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A poem I wrote in it's honor:



The Hypocrites Have Com To Power.



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Peer into the red,

white and blue,

the forsaken rag on a lue,

whose bruises black and blue;

existentially ban the truth.



Hear the speech and it's waves,

defending freedoms none may claim

in a hypocritical world;

where we all shed our tears in plural.



The sons and daughters in their graves,

with their accolades, courage lapels

honor medals lay;

screaming betrayal at the ploy,

sacrifices null and void.



Dragging out the freedom.

Dragging out the freedom.

Dragging out our freedoms and our rights.



Dragging out the freedom.

Dragging out the freedom.

The hypocrites have come to power;

tonight.

Borders In The Borderless Society
02:03 Feb 17 2011
Times Read: 564

Waft borderless borders;

within;



The dividing line that separates the free

and the slaves;



where strangers come and go

but the cage is never lifted.





Where sticks and stones travel farther,

and idle remains your soul possession;





pocketed,

dispossessed

and disenfranchised.





Standing frozen in the temporal sea,

while global earth spins yonder;

giving birth to a global movement;

devoid of you,

where the shining guards of globalism obstruct your path

and the cage is never lifted.



apartheid in an open prison,

borders without a border,

where freedom is ill defined

and internal struggle

links the spider web without a spider to keep it.

The Darkening Pallette
02:02 Feb 17 2011
Times Read: 565




At dusk I'll seek the rainbow arch

and part ways with it's color.



The sky is darkening,

it's pupil obscured with cataracts

as sudden sparkle sprinkles,

and the dimension splits apart.



Out of opaque blue, and into clarity

I see the far end of what is near.



Forever's end nay come tomorrow

but through looking glass I see the day.



The emerging aqualung, the shaded spot

that connects the quagmire in arithmetic.



The artifice wakes and the quagmire vanishes;

swallowed anew in vague opaque;

intervention in imagination,

the mundane confiscation,

the obscurity of serenity;



I want to remember said fantasy in my dreams,

lest I wake again to disappointment.

Does Sand Have A Memory?
02:26 Feb 04 2011
Times Read: 575

Does the sand have a memory?

Does it remember the tears it soaks?

The blood it seeps, the fingers clawing at it's form.



Will it mourn for me? Caress my hopes and dreams for me,

so that the next person whose foot kisses the sand will think of me.



May it be so...and my heart would live on forever in people's chests.

Let Him End
00:15 Feb 04 2011
Times Read: 577

We are the sea,

we are the blood,

where we live,

we see the flood;

of violence in peace's stead...

let it end;

let it end.



May no more stones be flying;

may no more souls be crying;

may peace return to us again,

in the square of liberation,

recommence the celebration;

let him end;

let him end.





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To the brave anti-government demonstrators of Egypt. Survive to see your oppressor fall.