Soundscapes of the stars as your sleeping in your car. There’s this concept in the humanities called reflexivity. It’s essentially the idea that our lived experiences can define our epistemologies and ontologies: So, what does it mean to sleep in a car? The rushing of the highway, the scratching of Velcro on windows and rustlingContinue reading “The soundscapes of highway 183”
Category Archives: Social Criticism
Pink Pens
In the margins of my notebook are peonies and poodles: I write with a pink or a purple pen. I think better in poems and songs than paragraphs. I write faster with voice recordings. I understand more through action than I do through words. I understand more the language of greased hands than I doContinue reading “Pink Pens”
Reflection
Anyone who has not seen the ending of Reign. I’m enclosing it here with my favorite poem. All of Reign is painful to watch, it’s a reminder of how much suffering there is in this world whatever your social class. The following poem is my favorite poem of all time by Edgar Allen Guest. “IContinue reading “Reflection”
The Pastel Painter
I happened upon a painter who painted only in pastels. I inquired of his rationale. Why do you avoid the colors, grey and black and brown? The stars are strident without the darks silence. Chaos stands beside creation. Its not the absence of these colors that beauty is found. And you cannot paint history withoutContinue reading “The Pastel Painter”
The Gas Prices Are to High
Verse 1 I’ve been runnin on empty The gas prices are too high I’ve been runnin on empty Inflation is on the rise Pre chorusIf I’m standing, I’m not lying If I’m walking, I’m not crawling on the groundBut lately I’ve been fallin down Chorus God will you help us get some sleep God willContinue reading “The Gas Prices Are to High”
Tough Love
Capo 7 G e C G eIntro Stop fucking quitting on yourselfPlease start investing in yourself, my love. Chorus I see more than you doAnd I know that in my soul that you will be just fine That you will be alright with time Stop looking to the past These worries soon shall pass SecondContinue reading “Tough Love”
Psalm 42 Conversations
Why my soul are you downcast? Why so quiet in me? I’m tired of loving and losing. I feel God doesn’t listen to me. Why my soul are you silent? I’ve been shouting so long. All I have now are whispered words. Why my soul are you quiet? I couldn’t take the clamour or theContinue reading “Psalm 42 Conversations”
There Are No Missing Pieces
You claim I’m giving pieces of myself. Like candy cut up for the crowds. You claim I’m just like everybody else. That I don’t know the value of myself. Nobody can take what I don’t give. I still at the core am who I am. These scars upon my soul will soon fast heal. IContinue reading “There Are No Missing Pieces”
Look At Us We’re Privileged!
Look At Us We’re Privileged! We Live In Plastic Worlds We’re Addicts To Caffeine And All The Benzo Pills We’re All Having Break-Downs As We Learn To Integrate Here, At The Academy We See Sunshine Once A Day Look At Us We’re Privileged! We Work And We Don’t Reap Eighty Hours E’ry Week In ThisContinue reading “Look At Us We’re Privileged!”
Todos Descansan (Everything Rests)
Todos descansan el oso oscuro durante el inverno la mariposa oculta antes de su metamorfosis el bebe espera adentro su madre el sol descansa después de anochecer corazones corrieron después de atascos lágrimas esperan adentro de sus orejas el caracol abracen la arena la gente se acuesten después te trabajan todos duermen todos descansan TodosContinue reading “Todos Descansan (Everything Rests)”
La Isla de Misfits
Me entiendo más el mundo la isla de misfits, muñecas. Entiendo más de los mundos misfits: los pobres, delirios, insanos. De que ellos se guían Se reconozco más ellos que se lloren Que el silencio de las ovejas dorado Que espera y habla los demás afuera Leo y entiendo los símbolos que otros se rechazanContinue reading “La Isla de Misfits”
A year’s gone by.
A Years Gone By A Years Gone By Without Your Pretty Eyes Crying To The Night Who Knew This Year Would Have Brought So Many Tears? If We’d Known- Might We Have Held Each Other Closer? Leaving Places With Stagnant Hearts This Year When Our Hearts Broke Every Night When Our Tears Flowed This HeartContinue reading “A year’s gone by.”
Dear Society,
Dear society, There is a point when money has no meaning not worth the tainted green. See us: writhing with breakage, and pain Míranos Energy flows and creates circles of woes We reap what we sow Then we sorrow. When you ink your pens When you wave your words Whatever side Remember the lives, theContinue reading “Dear Society,”
Fine.
Fine. If you elect to judge me by my breasts- I will cover them. Fine. If you harass me because I have legs- I will screen them. But know this. Just because you have touched me- Does not mean you have won me. I may be covered. But my heart I do wear bare. UndeterredContinue reading “Fine.”
Accrediting Bodies
Accrediting bodies That tell us our worth Accrediting bodies that give us a grade! That give us our pay. And say who we are Who we are in this work Who we are in this world Who we are on this Earth Accrediting bodies That feed us their words That tell us our beauty ThatContinue reading “Accrediting Bodies”
Engaged!
Engaged! Encaged! i am becoming engaged! my body and heart Are my Husbands, i’m His! i am His! For Him, only i’ll bear. The weight of His fears His body His heir i am His. i am resigned to His company, His time i have vowed to Him, my soul eternal But what of myContinue reading “Engaged!”
Education Does Not Matter
EDUCATION DOES NOT MATTER those in power say but we still hear your voice at the end of the light of day. Education Does Not Matter Let Your Talents Go To Waste We’ll Fill Up The White Space With Others— We Think More Great! Education Does Not Matter When You Can’t Speak Your Mind NorContinue reading “Education Does Not Matter”
This is my Truthful Protest
This Is My Truthful Protest I Will Not Live A Life Undone I Will Not Live My Life Un lived I Will not Live It by their Rules The Price Is Too Much High To Pay I Will Not Live A Life Undone I Will Not With Work Put Knife And Gun To My WearyContinue reading “This is my Truthful Protest”
Prostitute
I am a kind of prostitute Of the body, I am chaste I sell my mind to institutions They draw measured ribbons round my waist They measure all my numbers They look inside my cells I am a prudent prostitute Of the mind I am a -waste.