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"A REVOLUTION...
Needs much more than Slogans. A revolution needs a brilliant new vision and foundation to build on"

"A COMMUNITY...
Every life in the community is Owed to the community- and is paid back in Death. The community is a web of Life, and every strand of the web is a path to all the other strands. Nothing is exempt, No one is special. Nothing lives on a strand by itself, unconnected to the rest" Daniel Quinn

anti-hero, इफ...

He's learned to keep his voice_
if he wants to keep this fury of a woman under_
And maybe if I could be your_
I could give you what you_
Give it, got it
get out with god's_

If she only knew
how cold it gets, when
The split_
Attraction turns repugnant
Ice wall
All the cryptic antiquity
In my tower, where i'm

Stuck inside

The same role like an echo

Waiting, apprehending

The same role like an echo

The doom impending

My next anti-hero.

Seven- DestituteofVision

When the truth in all its brutality and divinity, hits you like a lightening bolt in your core. Your gut is hanging by a limb, completely exposed. When you feel your whole life, you've been destitute of vision. Your truth feels as evident as the sun on a California summer's day, but you can't see it. No matter how wide you open your eyes, you're reaching in the dark. For years, and years, it's torture.
And then you lay down for sleep one night, and it all comes flooding back to you. Slide show picturesque, bloody and grotesque. And there's no going back once you've seen it. There's no forgetting it again. It feels like opening your eyes for the first time. Painful, vulnerable, beautiful.
That's Seven.

flashy lights

...pass by about as fast as the object of my affection... affliction of my chest cavity's objection. the more keys i find, the less apparent the doors become. and you're on the other side of the glass in my memory's museum.

So my little four leaf clover. Tell me what the trouble is with this hustle bizz. Anymore, your big ideas amount to nothing much, but it was something. Weren't you. yesterday isn't quite as real as today, and tomorrow, well you know the rest LIVE IT. The truth of the madder Is.
No doubt, baby. In the eyes of the crazed and beaten, you can find a certain truth that is RARE. you don't see it in the face of the prezzy, or the sales jerk, or the news broad. whose lies are only surmounted by their grandiose vanity.
I know my patience is not what it once was. but my spirit, i'll have you know, shines brighter than all the bottles of skin-glow-to-go put together. through and right through these wilting cotton balls soaked in cheap whiskey and melancholy nonsense. but i still love them, lord knows i do.
So here I am. Certain of my uncertainty and nothing more. With so much energy and innumerable options of outlets.
How the hell to focus on one, is the equivocal riddle.

I've had it that way, I've had it your way. I've had mine, and I'll have it more ways. not even the darkest clouds could shadow over my accolades. it's all relative to your perspective, isn't it.
If you're happy baby, than I'm

Poems for who....{excerpts}

{secret kin}
...As I remember it, you were my reflection
in the crystal and calm, mirror pond
I peer into as a woman; simultaneously a child
Sometimes several to keep me pacified

You fell into my arms
or I fell into your chest
something of an inexplicable sensation
Unsure where I end and you begin

What I do know, with certainty
I woke as a rose, soaked with words;
Flaming in fury, armed with thorns,
Wailing a scarlet red song

I would call it a dream,
but I'm uncertain which memories are dreams
or belongings of my imagination manifest
Either way,
don't give up on me yet...


{untitled}
...Means I'm,
Trying to write something that moves you
A poem that pierces flesh,
thrusts itself into your chest
and leaves a love letter inside
I can't see what you see,
so close your eyes, just feel me
and I'll guide you to my hidden place
just you, me, and kaleidoscopic beauty

I wish I could make you feel the thoughts
that I form into sentences
of words til you jump out of your seat
and run into the street to dance to the pace
of your Wild heartbeat
stomping and uncontrolled feet,
carve a list of your demands
into the concrete
So they can see, what this place made of
just what we have the potential to be

I want to wrap my tongue around the words
that make you So Fucking Angry
You could move a city
with the size and strength
of your adrenaline

I'm yearning for the power of voice
needed to free what's locked inside me
I'm seeking a word so strong, the
vibration of its sound could
break down your tall pride
and part the oceans in your eyes
to create a pathway into
the corridors of your mind
and awaken the pieces of you
frozen and hummed to sleep...




{the day after remembrance}
...the sunset ran like watercolors
from her eyes that night
onto a soaked sleeve worn
on a warm and inquisitive shoulder
and back into the clouds, up to the stars,
where she'll stay until the darkness lifts
and the sun kisses her face
a new day

they can't predict where or when
lightening will strike
if its your time,
well that's just the way the game goes
we move and shake, spark and fade
like vibrations of thunder
with percussion hits and boom bips

She has a hidden place in the sky
where her presence is but a silhouette
she watches daybreak dance across the continents
and listens to the most beautiful silence
they can't explain it with scientific experiments
but it never ate anyone
just to imagine such a place...




{exposed}
...effortlessly, you petrify me
when I look in your, Shhhhhh
with your arms around my, Hush now
deepest secrets that I, Quiet down

Even still, with your hand over my mouth
Your beauty is like a cathedral of angels
singing heart driven sonnets that fill
my body til I feel I will...
and i've been trying to escape this island
where I woke up stranded,
when you left me out to sea
How easily I forgave you, baby.

This thing is an anchor around my neck
I'm fucking bent and it's evident
as the sun is to daylight
I wish memories could provide
the endurance I need to fight
the waves that keep washing me up,
pushing me down, wearing me out...

One more kiss, maybe
from those...
it doesn't do justice just to call them lips,
i'll swim unknown lengths back to reality
even knowing, you won't be waiting
How easily you forget me, baby...




{photos by Bill Viola)