Midnight Mumblings

Peaches

2009-09-13T00:37:00.000-07:00

I am sorry that I ate your peach,
that soft skin,
pale mosit fruit,
could not turn me down.
I am sorry that I drank your milk,
the rich cream and cool taste,
lay above,
that sweet
rich
peach.

White Powah?

2008-12-30T16:32:00.000-08:00

Funny i fear this makes me look racist.

I get it you know,
born in burbs,
white as the clouds,
and rich as fuck right?
So you took away my voice,
made me a prisoner,
of my own conditions,
so that i can't fight
for what i see as right
because i don't go hungry
and i'm not in agony
no one will believe
the words that i pray
because of my parents
because of my house
because of a car
i don't even drive.
I want to save the world
but you keep telling me i already raped it
and i want to save a life
but you keep telling me just to tape it
these reality tv news
needs to go
these racist clowns
with white faces
and hearts
need to go
i'm so sick of being unforgivable
only because i haven't sinned
if i sell my house?
if i sell my computer?
if i sell my life, to live in a box,
to fail out of school
to get hooked on drugs
that i'd never think of
then
then i can fight
then i can be right
but untill then
i'll scream at a wall,
and scare not a mouse.

11/4/08

2008-11-03T17:21:00.001-08:00

Two years.
Two years and it comes to this.
To one day,
To one vote.
Two choices,
Two dreams?
To a future full of wonder,
To plans not yet built
The change
we
need?
The hope
we
need?
Let me toss the coin,
Decide 4 years
on 2 years
Let me close my eyes
and mark my line,
I can see no end
But I dream, that these ,
Two years,
led to

Modern art is stolen from a first grader.

2008-09-18T21:40:00.000-07:00

A painting robbed of its innocence to be given motivation and reason. Raped of the singular joy it had, to be hung on a white wall. As a slow chorus sweeps by to find praise for nothing. Whispers of doubt are blocked by a laser fence. It is a rebellion against itself, and as one man once said, a house divided cannot stand. This art has been propped up on the lies of a hope. A hope that was created when beauty and truth was doubted. In the end of a world scenario none of this matters. In an end of the world scenario everything is fear. In the end of the world scenario art will be the only comfort and in the end I don't want a urinal.

Shart?--
Art is nothing.
It adds nothing.
It gives nothing.
It takes everything.
Artists are frauds.
They tell lies
to convince beauties
that the world is a lie.

Iced Tea--
This ship has hit an iceberg.
Sirens have sung to break a sharp silence.
Ships have been dropped,
to see people jump after.
The captain has a revolver
With only 5 bullets left
This ship has hit an iceberg,
not big enough to cool my drink.

--
I am a lie.
I am hope erupted
Spilled across a canvas
To dry to an eggshell white.

Is it far enough?--
You are love.
You are hope.
You are a gift.
But I am lost.
You are no search light in a storm.
I am a sea with no ships.
You are wish.
Left in a Dream.
That began in a Coma.

Terrorism is a Symptom

2008-09-16T19:51:00.001-07:00

Imagine a world where you have no hopes. An unresponsive government, no education, no money only a religion. The rage can only build. Days go by and with no forward movement you slowly dig a hole. The deeper you got he angrier you get. Then one day a man comes by and directs your digging. Tells you where the problem lies, and because you never were educated you believe him. He seems smart, knowledgeable about the world, and best yet he gives you a hope. He points to the mountains and shows golden palaces, where men live and love freely. He tells you how they've raped your land, and try to make your choices. He goes as far to say that they mock your religion, the one thing that empowers you, the one love you've had. Deep down in this hole the light won't reach you, and the brooding only continues. Back comes the wise man, back with the plans he told you about. There is a solution to the imbalance. A solution that will leave you a hero, grant you paradise and give your loved ones a new choice. He hands you a gun, a bomb, a death wish, and tells you to go to war. You march happily to deaths embrace dieing with a smile on, finding hope in your hole.
Up on the hill, surrounded by fear life begins to shake. You do the only thing understandable and declare war on the hole. They've killed your friends because of your way of life so you must defend yourself. You cut off their money, demand they let you into their lands and mock their religion. More people die.

Terrorism is a symptom to a disease. The disease is poverty. The disease is no government. The disease is not religion. And invading countries can't solve any of this. Help the people. Give them freedom. Show them a good side. And good will follow.

The Machine

2008-08-09T18:18:00.001-07:00

This machine has a propensity for self annihilation.
Built on the precipice of civilization.
A delicate balancing act, always shifting in the wind,
The 19th century saw the growth of weights as pressure mounted
thousands fought thousands for the survival of a handful.
The 20th century left the balance slipping,
weapons never seen blinded the world.
The 21st century seems to spell doom.
As the scales bend and break under new pressures,
man vs nature,
nation vs self,
leader vs follower.

This machine has a propensity for beauty,
hidden in its gears.
A world unknown, pressured by war, but protected from death.
No machine has brought more joy while killing so much.
This machine has a propensity to give up.

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Post Modern Enlightened

2008-08-09T16:48:00.000-07:00

I've been stuck in a post-modern theorist ennui.
A world with anything that required nothing,
no motivating forces to push,
no love to fight for,
whats a rebellion against nothing?
whats a fight against the air?
Have I only been a fighter so I could fight
These lost feelings of a bygone age,
an age of pain and suffering,
where the elite can hope for something better.
Still theres violence across the world,
An invasion of Georgia that doesn't approach Atlanta
Millions dead in Africa,
Hundreds punshied in the Middle East
Revolutions that need to be over turned

The revolution will not happen,
there will be no televised violence,
no picket lines erupting,
deaths in the street will be minimal.
There will be a whimpering,
as the working class gets fatter,
the upper class richer,
and the middle class stops caring.
With so many problems,
so many options,
where does one begin?
To fix the middle east,
to end unemployment,
the death of the enviroment.
Karl Marx never saw union bosses,
colluding with corporate warlords.
Keynes never saw governments,
being led by idol winners.

Death is the prettiest part of life,
not in the dark gothic light.
Death is a promise of change.
A promise that no tyrant is immortal
was the most beautiful of gifts.
It means that everything is transient,
And puts a period at the end.
Gives a reason to fight,
even a reason to die.
Death gives life meaning.

Its been a while

2008-07-27T14:02:00.000-07:00

This megaphone must be turned off
Echoing off invisible walls
building a cacophony of notes
threatening to drown even the strongest swimmer
talked about
talked on
talked over
with no doubts or cracks

the walls tremble
and a world breaks free
trees surrender, buildings sway, men sink in their seats,
a light breeze
and nothings changed

we've seen the best of our generation
posted on walls, screaming their freedoms
to be picked apart by their own eyes
we've seen the best do nothing
against incredible odds
and lose
the rumbles were so deep
the fears so real
that when it all came down
and nothing happened
they all sat stunned

a machine built so ethereal
was meant to change us
a revolution of ideas
to break the structures
thought on pavement
just chalkings of hope
and we locked the walls back up
to silent the fears no one had
we locked the walls back up
even though no one cared

Everymorning
You wake everymorning saying you will change the world
turn on the tv to see more bombings in israel and a 100 palestinians dead
you drink your coffee saying i'll change this nation
read the newspaper filled with scandal and entertainment
you drive onto work, saying i'll change this state
stop at the gas station to see higher prices and lower wages
you get to work saying i'll change this company
another three were fired, for spilling the red paint
you stumble to the bar saying i'll change myself
three hours later unable to walk your mind shuts off

No one cared
Sinking shots spun through the air as we ducked for safety
moving as far from the epicenter as possible
a divorce process that would take decades to complete
in the absence of everything we emptied our trash
so little was said at the time
that it wasn't for the years worth of paper work
and news paper articles no one would have known
we had left the worst for last
given the no tools to build with
and no money to buy with
some screamed racism, some screamed elitism
as theories were fought over
people died
one day nothing will be left
unless action is taken with no more thought.

No Walls!

2008-05-08T20:37:00.001-07:00

No Walls No Walls
behind my eyes
No Walls No Walls
against the door
No Walls No Walls
will block my mind
No Walls No Walls
can set me free
No Walls No Walls
around this island
No Walls No Walls
along my road
& No Walls No Walls
will stay forever
No Walls can set us free

Motivation.
I lost my love,
in a thunderstorm.
Words splashed on the windows
as ideas dripped down
the pages grew damp
flowing ink
slowly drying to words
as the meaning evaporated

Simply stop.
Close your eyes,
to free your self,
sink slowly into your neighbor
pass on through,
to find another,
slowly sink into your friend,
let them guide
and meld

Walk among the shadows,
Dance among the sun light,
swim with me,
and free yourself
to walk with no opression,
no fears
no hatred
no
Run with me,
and love with me,
give everything to me,
and get everything back,

Its been a while

2008-02-17T23:11:00.001-08:00

Life has been busy, and we all know that. Things will only keep on changing, but hey that means I can always have hope right?

I miss the times we wasted
the silences that dragged on
as we sat on the subway
to a show or a concert
its not that we had nothing to say
or that everything was said
it was that we needed to breath
to gasp for air
filling out our lungs
so we could plunge back together

I have dreamt of revolution
the walls running red
with Che in the lead
fire breathed into people
anger thrust out
rising out
to take control
everytime it seems
that hate filters in
fires get started
that wont go out
until nothings left to burn
but still,
I have dreamt of revolution
with a peace to follow.

I sleep at night
fighting the creeping sun
as it slips beneath the window
creeping into rock me awake
a fresh morning
and crystal air
i sleep at night
to await the morning

Freedom?

2007-11-28T22:12:00.001-08:00

The freedom from fear
is true freedom
to live your life
how you want
not watching your back
not holding back ideas
or hiding your thoughts
no masking your face
and walking in shadows
able to love
and care
hope
even die
how you want to

Awash

2007-11-19T21:48:00.001-08:00

Does no one ask why?
look for a clean truth
in the murky wash water
to search through remains
to find what killed him
was it the bullet
or the lifestyle.
Looking far ahead
the light seems so dim
but the tunnel can cave in
so wash away your sickness
and look for a cure.
I didn't find it in hiding
being afraid of toys
because they break
looking around every corner
to never take a step.
So I ran into the real world
and found all my vices
to burn out
or fade away.
Instead I took the middle paths
just because it will end
doesn't it mean it wont matter
and i can't control it
lets take a shower
to get ready for a dirty day

W
when did we lose control
were we wrapped in delusions?
wild dreams spun my head
whipping up fantasies
that whistled in the air
my wonders left me
and once upon a time
was here
but we were never satisfied
as our world filled with dreams
we willingly gave it all
for what more could come
with all our wishes
finally true

eltiT

2007-10-28T22:56:00.000-07:00

Closed Eyes

We shared so many moments
close spots in dark rooms
hands so near
but they never touched
had i only grasped life
to see where it led
maybe one of those moments
could have changed us all
for better or for worse
could have brought us something new

Asking

You ask me why I am
but all i know is who
and sometimes i lose that
but you kept wanting to know
to study me
in hopes of making me better
never thinking
that i like who i am
and each question at why
is a push farther away

Goodbye For Never?

I leave tomorrow
so i will give you this note
a promise that wherever
i might be
you will be with me
you left your mark
when we first met
like a rock thrown into a stream
my course could never be the same
as i bent with you
slicing through the ground
you showed me a course
and when you left
i will still follow it
tomorrow you step out
but you'll never leave

And we were alone

2007-10-13T11:01:00.000-07:00

Our leaders had left us.
Their reflections sat in the water.
Lonely, looking for a friend.
With no direction to move in
We stood watching the sun disappear
Staring at each other
we stood watching the sun not move
Our leaders had walked off
and the pools of water
had caught us in time.

Not in Our Backyard

2007-10-08T19:38:00.001-07:00

Human Figures

2007-10-08T18:46:00.000-07:00

A Monster

2007-09-25T09:00:00.001-07:00

I sat beneath a monster.
towering over the world
the wind bending to its will
sitting in its shade
i did not fear
scurrying around it
they did not dare look up at it
but darted beneath its legs
hoping that it wouldn't see them
the slumbering giant did not mind
as it basked in the sun.

A Leader

2007-09-22T11:38:00.001-07:00

To bring us from this wasteland
of hate and fear
of division and confusion
to find the answer
to all our questions
a messiah
a leader
our hope for tomorrow
our hope for today
we've waited for so long
we've lost so much time
maybe one of us was him
maybe we should have led
and now we walk
and now we sing
the songs of life
the songs of beginning
I left the wasteland
because i kicked it from me

Septober

2007-09-17T13:50:00.000-07:00

5 Seconds

1
the seconds slip
slowly beneath the water
sinking softly to the ground
2
and our ships sailed away
we lost the maps
the compass
and the sails
3
the sun set
and the day hid
as my mind wandered
4
those seconds we had
were precious to me
and i hope you
hold them dear
5
I still close my eyes
and count silently to five
to remember when our ships
bumped ways
the seconds we lost
and the lives we gained.

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Confusion Part 1(part 1 and 2 to be said together at the same time)
Take it back
Take it back
For the people who died
the beliefs that were lost
to build these cities
on this golden hill
take it back
take it back
the cracks that were left
softened by time
under stressed and pressure
tore us all down
take it back
take it back
and lets rejoice
millions have died
and we trample their bodies
millions have died
and we sleep on their bones

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Part 2

Give it away
give it away
the death wasn't worth it
the ideas not perfect
the streets never golden
on this shit pile
give it away
give it away
an uneasy structure
beaten by humans
who left the system
for death and decay
give it away
give it away
but i'll give it
one more chance
for the millions who will live
a house and home
for the millions unborn
a god of their own

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Explanations
I don't understand your tears
why you cried
when i spoke those words
it wasn't meant to hurt
it wasn't meant to mar
or even to reveal
a much darker side
all i wanted to do
was shine the lamp a new
with a different lens
at a different angle
for a my time
so take my illuminations
not as sadness
but as my truth
and don't cry for me
but smile that i understand
my own truth.

A Rainy Tuesday Morning

2007-09-11T08:31:00.000-07:00

Plans

Lets abort this plan.
And forget the map.
To wander around.
No compass.
No goals.
See the concrete
As a mountains of man.
Resting on shores of the ocean.
To see life as actions.
Instead of results.

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I was Young once.

When I was young.
I built.
Wooden towers.
They soared from the carpet
And would tumble down.
To see another rebuilt.
Boredom always won.
Now I look around.
And only see grown children
In concrete towers.

When I was young.
I napped.
So today I closed my eyes.
And pulled the blanket close.
To awake. 30 minutes later
and find the world again.
clean and polished
sparkling in the afternoon sun.
Tomorrow I will nap.
Like I was young.

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The New Age

I plugged in.
Logged on.
Sped through the world.
To find hidden spots.
Across an ocean.
Or just a room.
Weaving round corners
To find the faces
of friends and family.
To speak with no voice
to stay here forever.

Idle times for idle minds

2007-09-10T15:10:00.000-07:00

Night Terrors/The Bizarreness of life.

I had a dream
that would not leave.
Of what I loved
and what I lost.
I cried through the night
so said to find joy.

And a quote.
"There are no exceptions, just unknown variables"

And something tapped directly from the mind:

Sometimes I can't take life.
I get depressed like the rest of us.
But then.
I take a cigarette.
And let it guide my path through the night.
Finding hidden holes in murky alleys.
No where is there love.
No where is there hope.
But everything is at peace.
And so I let the burnt end drop.
To mark where there is nothing.
Taking solace in the solitude.
And life resumes.

Sunday Slumbers.

2007-09-04T09:29:00.000-07:00

The white whistling winds wrap the world,
tucking it into morning bed
as the shade gains ground
and the temperature tumbles
I freeze i wonder as i watch the world
the constant motion coming to an end
on a lazy sunday slumber everything sleeps

Yawn

2007-08-16T21:21:00.000-07:00

Mother

its all falling apart
grey buildings to dust
faded vibrance slipping
into the drain
as the concrete walls
break apart
the green things show up
planted inside the dead
the still beating heart
of mother pumps
life back into our death
and green spreads to red
and yellow
and blue.

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Symphonics

were all just a note
slow vibrations
to make up the music
of this screaming symphony
but i want to be accented
to fly above the others
perfectly in tune
but above it all
for just a moment
before i fade back into the song
that will never end.

A roll?

2007-08-07T00:07:00.000-07:00

Shaken

the world had shaken
or atleast mine
when it collapsed
land disappeared
and river reappeared
they sank in tin coffins
but
hope didn't fall
as people plunged
so did others
to bring help
to bring life
they forgot the risks
and though a bridge had crumpled
hope had been replenished

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Forests

I walked
where it felt no one had
where trees were scary
and animals unpredictable
the sun was fierce
and the wind even worse
then i sat
and became it
because i had stopped
trying to make an order
a place for the moss
and it grew over me
and i became it
when i had to leave
it came with me
and never left

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We Walked

i've given up
with no hope
the sun burned
and the shade froze
no one would stop
but you did
and i stood up with you
and we talked
you didn't worry my wounds
we talked
of life
of light
darkness even
and though nothing was changed
it was all different

Lots. .

2007-08-06T23:45:00.000-07:00

Red Cheeks

i saw your red cheeks
puffing as you ran
unable to breathe
from exertion
but it was beautiful
to see so much hope
unbound
and giving
a world had scarred
but you still ran
with the hope of finding
and holding that love
with your cheeks still red

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Try

i tried
and one day it caught
and the gears fell in place
the machine turned on
and i felt its joy
as it leapt to please
to bring about the hope
i had fought
so many battles
to try to find this moment
and i tried
and it caught
and i will never forget
i tried

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Beat

feel it
deep within you
that simple beat
of life
thought it falls silent
the ones it bounced with
wont be silent
and the drums wont stop
but even they cant drown
out your own rhythm
that you gave
for the world
because its all you had

The Begings (Part 1 of an unkown amount)

2007-07-18T23:39:00.001-07:00

And there they sat
in mist filled rooms
with sketched plans
for an ugly war
and spaghetti wires
to start burning play-dough
ashes still swish in the air
with minds unfocused
trying to burn the world
that had gave them hope
to burn the sky

the windows cracked by sunlight
as the last lines were drawn
the paper left fractured
in a precursor to the world
with belts strapped tight
and coats drawn close
they left into the blinding light
men with a mission
but only a little hope
to break the concrete
and to setup theory

bound and gagged

2007-06-27T15:47:00.001-07:00

you took my arms
and tied them against me
you took my feet
and bound them together
bound and gagged
in your church basement
bound and gagged
in lit coffins

the air was poisoned
by your last thoughts
the air was stolen
by all your parts
blinded and left
to fight for myself
blinded and left
to give up and turn in

so many lives were stolen
through false leaders
hopes burned down
through fear and corruption
i can free myself
and leave the rest
bound and gagged

Life

2007-06-23T16:30:00.001-07:00

i could be you
it wouldn't be too hard
switch around the bodies
and were all the same

life was never coherent
and i haven't caught my breath
but every curve brings surprises
good and bad, its all the same

its not that i don't care
its i can't stop caring
love and hate are all passion
flames stoked high breed heat

my love
and your hate are the same flower
but mine spreads on the wind
and yours die in the sun

were all made of the same parts
and this is all so confusing
so love everything
and give everything

Free are Home

2007-06-18T22:25:00.001-07:00

the free are home
the free are home
brought on soldiers backs
and tank treads
the free are home
the free are home
seized by bullet holes
sunk by wandering
the free are home
the free are home
and we left them to dry
no blood on our floors

the free are home
and the walls are on fire
the free are home
and the floors have sunk
the free are home
and they will still wander
the free are home
and i'm sick of their crying

we let them go out
and now we forgot

Flower

2007-06-17T09:31:00.000-07:00

have this flower
that i plucked in your garden
it out shown the sun
but its grown dim
in your hand

it grew for you
as i lived for you
and like the sun
you have bathed me

pleasure was your name
and you never let me forget
just like the sun
you can never set
but only bounce back

Hope

2007-06-15T20:56:00.000-07:00

I never lost my hope
in the world i love
i never lost my love
for a world with hope
the designs that i found
left smiles on my face
and the sadness in the air
never took up much space
my enemies can be friends
if i just give them the chance
my enemies can hold the key
if i just hold promises dear
even left beat and dead
light will still shine
left used until nothings left
hope will still fill
and i'll hold onto my hope
so i can never lose my love