What was done to me

To write is to live
To live is to write
To need to write is my curse
Dysgraphia is to feel physical pain in addition to the emotional poets experience
To truly be the suffering artist
"What was done to me created me" (v for vendetta)
Out of the greatest ugliness springs the most rampant beauty
They tried to crush me but only caused me to rebuild
They tried to crush me but only caused me to rebuild
They tried to crush me like a viper underfoot for my truths were poisonous to them
Each time I strengthened my resolve
I began to believe
Until the foundation of my belief was powerful, so strong it was uncrushable
Never be in to much of a hurry to help those suffering, instead always be in a hurry to help

Pebbles

Skipping pebbles from river beds
Carefully choosing the amoothest flattest ones
Bouncing to and fro not knowing where they go
Creating resounding echoes of themself
Like so many people

Presidents day

Capitalist should be flying their flag at half mast
Can't they understand their system cannot last
The man on the hill loves to kill
Blames it on divine will
Fill all the people young and old with pills
Then present them with the bill
But thje problem lies not in our head
But on being a slave till the day we're dead
Everyone's assigned a number and sex from the day of birth
It goes to show how little were really worth
Can't they understand "I'm not a number I'm a free human"
Today is presidents day
A reminder to all if you don't agree with the american way
Uncle Sam will blow you away

Stoner ditty

The world in its confining insanity
Only creates strife and calamity
I need to escape for this democracy
Free country is just another word for hypocrisy
Oh give some nicotine and caffeine before I blow your brains out
The capitalist and their angry shouts
Illegalizing plants and looking down on us for being stoners
And here comes the sac brought by a marijuana donor
Rollin the fat blunt, the weed is making me freed
I realize it don’t matter what color yo are every race bleeds
Yuppies don’ now what’s goin on
Called in the pigs with their batons
And now its a race between me and the corrupt law
They’ll never understand that in the system lies the flawe
Run into the grocery store puts some munchies down my pants, they’ll never check there
Its not like massive corporations care
Then go grab da homies and kidnap their bong
Man this chron is strong
And now I understand the need for peace love and weed
Let’s make it a worldwide creed
Thanks to my medicine I’m no longer wigging out
Far out!
Wake up in the morning and do it all again
Its marijuana and me that prospers in the end

Cedars

Snow falling on cedars
Tree limbs groan bend and break under heavy loads
Cascading flurries blanket the ground beneath them
Covering cedars in coats alabaster as sheep's wool
Till spring thaw when they're evergreen again

Depressing Statistics

On the internet last night, I read that people of my orientation (asexuals)are far more likely to be clinically depressed than people of other oreintations. 33.57%! That's about one in three of us. Talk about abnormally high. That the same number of queers that depressed too. One in three! Jeez! Something needs to be done about this,NOW. I'm thinking education, maybe in schools to students. I can just picture the angry parents. (What are you teaching our kids?! To be immoral freaks!!!) I'd love to see the day when being yourself is cool. Fuck society! Who needs to be accepted by this stupid biased empire anyway! Although it would be nice to Gender Idenity Disorder removed from the dsm. It's causing people to need therapy. (yes, even when I'm being completely serious I still have throw in a joke, it's my coping mechanisim) I don't think I'll be understood in my lifetime. At the very least, even if you don't get it, I'm just asking to be respected. Is that too much to ask? Yes I suppose it is. Sigh :(

Dream on!

The dream is me, the dream is you
It embraced what was true
Dr. King laid his life to demonstrate that only peace and love triumph over greed and hate
He fought so humanity would one day be free from this stifling insanity
Died for a dream, died young
no more negro spirituals to be sung
So long as Dr. K is not forgotten he is not gone
In his memory we dream on
So one day we too, shall join hands and sing
Deep in my heart I do believe we have overcome!