Parental Discretion Advised

Maybe I just won't speak

     I've tried not eating

          I've tried doing Everything

                    AND Nothing.

I've tried believing that

     I was the Cause

     I was the Problem

But that's fucked up

     It's not me

     It's you ...

          You people living in mediocrity

               Satisfied with the shit you can see

          The way it is - is supposed to be -

               The way it HAS to be?

Never been a status-quo junkie

     Though a little quid pro quo is alright with me

There can be no Justice without Truth

     And the Truth you all just refuse to see

          Instead you say it's all me ...

So maybe I'll just take a vow of Silence

     Let you all live in your Ignorance

And keep my mouth shut - let's see -

     If I really want it to be easier for me ...

I suppose I would let all you fuckers be

     Drowning in your sea of blissful Ignorance

Refusing to see the Truth

     Right in front of your face ...

The problem is that the silence

     only causes more noise in my head:

          All the things you people could be

          All the potential you assholes refuse to see

And though I think it might be best

      To let you all drown in your misery

For some reason I want to save you all from

      The Truth that is coming so soon ...

So, for now, sit back on your sofas

     Watch your reality TV

Act like Nature will not make you

     Reap what you sow

The Universe is sick of your shit

     This place will come to a close -

          If you cannot open up your eyes ...

wake up - Wake up - WAKE up ... WAKE UP!

Americans in a Word (According to Several Sources)

Once upon a time, a schizophrenic, obese, bigot was strolling along an aesthetically divided street, contemplating democracy, when he found himself falling into a great big pothole!  The man thought to himself, “FUBAR” … because there was no way that he could make it to McDonald’snow before they closed, and his corporate-owned hunger pangs taunted him mercilessly.  Then, he realized that he was not just under the street, but in a beautiful cave, and he had the freedom to explore quite far.  As he rounded a corner several feet away from his irresponsible entrance into the cave, he happened upon a strange, little grey-bearded man.  The man, muttering something about revolution and lost republics, seemed surprisingly coherent despite his animation.  The bigot leaned in to listen more intently, and the old man turned around to face him and exclaimed, “You always have a choice … Apathy –BEGONE!”  He then realized that the old man had turned him into aphoenix, and he could now fly out of the dark cave.  After his ascension to the surface, the phoenix burst into flames and left behind a much thinner, less ethnocentric, intellectually stable young man with a passion for liberty. 

THE END.  ;-P

Use of Words 'Murklins' and 'Obacerate' in a Spontaneous Rhyme

Have you ever envisioned My side?

     Curves apparent even murklins, without a single spark!

Can you imagine My thighs?

     Nations have arisen from the ashes to fight anew for less ...

Have your dreams held the curve of My breasts?

     Causing men to obacerate and even holding them in death, Their rise and fall puts empires to shame!

Man fights wars and derives glory from battle,

     But Woman controls the field and drives them like cattle! 

Parental Ramblings

We all have selfish needs as parents sometimes, as much as we hate to admit it; we crave things that are solely adult.

The selfish nature of the mother with her head deep in a bucket of chocolate ice cream is no different than the couple who locks the bedroom door, or the woman who steps outside & smokes cigarettes eight times a day, or the father who'd rather have many nights "with the guys" instead of tucking rugrats in. Yes, even the computer geeks who play endless games in front of a screen, the bookworms who get sucked into pages upon pages of tales, the movie-goers who let sitters pay hide & seek and Candyland with their children, who, all the while … are just standing in the shadows making statements like my Alex, who said, "Mama? I wish I could make a metal machine that could make a copy machine that could make a copy of you, so that you could have more time to play with me." (8/16/2008: Or Kaitlyn, who pleads with me before her nap, "Mommy can you sing sunshine?" and when I hesitate – because there is always so much to do – "I've been a good girl.") We are all selfish, but so are our children, who want all of us, all the time. We must find the solution in temperance, and above all, putting our children's needs (though not always their wants) first.

MdC

Our Freedoms

Beautiful and sacred, shining as a beacon for all those who live in Darkness,

Our Freedoms store hope and potential, never-ending optimism, in the power of the human spirit and its conscionable nature.

Sometimes Our Freedoms are not understood, are debated at length, or are used against us.

We can counter-react with excessive violence or extreme bleeding-heart liberalism, but neither seems to bring us closer to Our Truth:

We hold Our Freedoms to be self-evident,

Created from the moment of our birth, along with the first breath that is granted to us in this World …

We stand in a common human condition, unaccountable to each other in regard to our private decisions, individual desires and regrets, and fortress of our property,

Excepting only the sacred realm of life and property, that which is undeniably ours, which we have endowed the State to protect on our behalf.

When Our Freedoms are dampened by debate, misunderstanding, or vulnerability in their design,

We must not falter, we must not cave into the desire to control everything, but we MUST shine the bright white light of Our Freedoms and Our Tolerance,

So that Others may come to lift themselves out of Their Darkness.

No Web

Everyone wants to hear you’re fine, and no one really wants to know.

If your web is non-existent, you have nowhere else to go.

“Ombutzman” is an odd-sounding word, it comes from the mouths of teachers who haven’t really learned

            A lot

                        About the harshness of the world emanating from their mouths,

                                    Either.

It is not that there is not always someone who has suffered

            Somewhat

                        And sometimes

                                    VERY MUCH                                                            WORSE,

It’s just that it can be a very cold place when there is little warmth in it for you.

Mdc

I Am an American

I am NOT Irish-American or Native-American or African American;

I am AMERICAN.

I am not black, white, red or orange;

I am actually a unique olive-tan.

I am a unique and special AMERICAN.

I refuse to separate myself from my friends, brothers, sisters, and idols;

WE ARE ALL AMERICANS.

Not Sure Yet ...

I think that I've given too much of myself, where less was wanted

Held back too much, when I could've been the best

Regretted too much, when guilt got me nowhere

And lost too much, left standing in fear.

Pain is an empty concept.

It is surreal, utterly unavoidable, and easily pushed under the surface.

Pleasure is empty as well –

Lust without passion, vice without virtue, and easily led astray.

Perhaps the most abstract of concepts is Love.

Giving of oneself so completely that one feels lost…

And being left, breathless…with NOTHING else to say.

;-P

Tantalizing trinkets of affection tempt my thoughts

     Penetrating and inserting little monsters of hope

Tear it away, shield no more

     My desire overwhelms and suffocates

Elm trees by day

     Rugged oaks by night

Spring enhancing foolish delight

     In the release of winter's maddening embrace

Stop to stare at intense eyes

     Do you wonder where the safety ends?

Dropping my cloak on a shore at midnight

     I stand nude amongst the swirling mysteries of the sea and its dance with the wind

Only then do I drop all pretense

     and stare ...

When I am oblivious to fear and pain is unfathomable

     can I stare back ...

Stare at me and see a mirror image of yourself

     Reflections of raging passions and darkened dreams

Tainted with mountainous expectations

     And colored with the pure blue-grey of stone walls

Kissed by the wind, with lavender in my hair

     Lying on soft moss that caresses my back

Only then ...

    Can I Dream, and Surrender, and Stare Back at Truth. 

Mdawn