free to the power of expression

Shine like a Diamond, Cut like a Razorblade

2011-09-04T07:14:00.000-07:00

You got to shine like a diamond and cut like a razor blade,

Shine like a diamond, cut like a razorblade,

Smile like you’re a million, but grab ‘em by their throats to your fulfillment.

Cut, cut like a razorblade, all while you shine like a diamond babe.

Girl you got to fight for what you want and deserve all you can get

Don’t you know? You’ve got to shine like a diamond but be able to cut like a razorblade.

Never drop your guard, don’t stop this riot, just shine, shine and impress like a diamond.

Show who’s boss with your elegance, you can’t be fucked with thanks to your sharp intellect.

Smile like a gypsy queen but keep your guard up to cut when you need to like it’s under your regime.

Hold that hypnotizing, magnifying, horrifically glorifying glare steady, but be ready,

‘Cuz you might have to cut ‘em heavy.

Be a beauty queen, a drama queen, a nerdy belle, a brain machine and a Norma Jean.

Listen when I tell you that you’ve got to take ‘em by surprise when you shine like a Diamond

and cut like a razorblade.

Poetry...

2011-07-30T09:00:00.000-07:00

"Poetry is the music of the soul, and, above all, of great and feeling souls."

- Voltaire

Anonymous.

2011-07-13T15:39:00.000-07:00

Little waves of electric rays stinging through to my heart beats when your name is mentioned.This is a power you have over me which I have been trying to control for too long now. You don’t seem to feel me sneaking you around in my head. My heart lies for you. It lies and it doesn’t want to see the truth.

I wasted a million brain waves on the idea of being everything you want, waves sent over the seas and through the deserts never to return with an answer. Dreams of my heart burning in your heart, but you are just a gamer, a wild orchid chasing wild rides.

I will never be your dame, your finish line, your breath, your lover, your heart, your lightning, your air,your power, your-what you are to me.

You chase wild dreams and make them come true, you know what you want and stay true to that view. You’re intelligent and courageous. Bold and mysterious. Sexy and flawless.

I can never tell you this.

Tell you that I’ve been seeking your chest to lean against mine to feel the rhythm of our hearts Beating against each other’s Chests (hearts) dancing together like two Witches around a wild fire singing about cherry wine. All you need is me and I’ll be anything you want.

I’ve been on my knees beggin’ to have a taste of you please. I’ve got a big mouth and so much to Give.

You’re so arrogant and bold It kills me to know that someday some girl is gonna love that shit and you're going let her do so.

But waiting for you I would have turned grey, bleak and Tiresome. Even though the thought of you being in my face with your perfect lips and your perfect stare makes me smile a smile that is as real as you.

I can’t take the control of letting you know, I can’t lose what I own. Trying to get through with this I gained someone whose love I have now, whose you I am to him now, I am all he has ever wanted. Treats me like a queen the way you would have probably never done it. I Love him.

and I appreciate him so much. I cherish my time with him and everything he has given me. But he is no you.

You’re my wild ride in the night, my smoke in the light, my fucked up knight in shitty armor and a fucked up horse. You're My hearts addiction, my lovers dream, my craved need. Best thing I'll never have. Truth be told, my heart is safer that way.

I've got to quote good Ol' Carly Simon while I am already at it and say "you're so vain, you probably think this poem is about you."

I will never have you like you have me

Even though I'm too cool for you anyway.

And I can never tell you this.

What's Genocide?

2011-06-20T16:08:00.000-07:00

I found this amazing poem today.

their high school principal
told me I couldn’t teach
poetry with profanity
so I asked my students,
“Raise your hand if you’ve heard of the Holocaust.”
in unison, their arms rose up like poisonous gas
then straightened out like an SS infantry
“Okay. Please put your hands down.
Now raise your hand if you’ve heard of the Rwandan genocide.”
blank stares mixed with curious ignorance
a quivering hand out of the crowd
half-way raised, like a lone survivor
struggling to stand up in Kigali
“Luz, are you sure about that?”
“No.”
“That’s what I thought.”

“Carlos—what’s genocide?”

they won’t let you hear the truth at school
if that person says “fuck”
can’t even talk about “fuck”
even though a third of your senior class
is pregnant.

I can’t teach an 18-year-old girl in a public school
how to use a condom that will save her life
and that of the orphan she will be forced
to give to the foster care system—
“Carlos, how many 13-year-olds do you know that are HIV-positive?”

“Honestly, none. But I do visit a shelter every Monday and talk with
six 12-year-old girls with diagnosed AIDS.”
while 4th graders three blocks away give little boys blowjobs during recess
I met an 11-year-old gang member in the Bronx who carries
a semi-automatic weapon to study hall so he can make it home
and you want me to censor my language

“Carlos, what’s genocide?”

your books leave out Emmett Till and Medgar Evers
call themselves “World History” and don’t mention
King Leopold or diamond mines
call themselves “Politics in the Modern World”
and don’t mention Apartheid

“Carlos, what’s genocide?”

you wonder why children hide in adult bodies
lie under light-color-eyed contact lenses
learn to fetishize the size of their asses
and simultaneously hate their lips
my students thought Che Guevara was a rapper
from East Harlem
still think my Mumia t-shirt is of Bob Marley
how can literacy not include Phyllis Wheatley?
schools were built in the shadows of ghosts
filtered through incest and grinding teeth
molded under veils of extravagant ritual

“Carlos, what’s genocide?”

“Roselyn, how old was she? Cuántos años tuvo tu madre cuando se murió?”

“My mother had 32 years when she died. Ella era bellísima.”

…what’s genocide?

they’ve moved from sterilizing “Boriqua” women
injecting indigenous sisters with Hepatitis B,
now they just kill mothers with silent poison
stain their loyalty and love into veins and suffocate them

…what’s genocide?

Ridwan’s father hung himself
in the box because he thought his son
was ashamed of him

…what’s genocide?

Maureen’s mother gave her
skin lightening cream
the day before she started the 6th grade

…what’s genocide?

she carves straight lines into her
beautiful brown thighs so she can remember
what it feels like to heal

…what’s genocide?
…what’s genocide?

“Carlos, what’s genocide?”

“Luz, this…
this right here…

is genocide.”

- Carlos Andrés Gómez

Letters I'll never send

2011-03-07T07:53:00.001-08:00

Found this on a website called "letters i'll never send" I thought that Everyone needs to read something like this every once in a while.

YOU.

You. Yes, you. I am writing this for you.

I know you are reading this. And I want you to know I am writing this for you. No one else will understand. No one else knows. They think that this is for them. But it’s not. I am writing this for you.

I want you to know, life…it’s hard. Every day can be a challenge. It can be a challenge to get up in the morning. To get yourself out of bed. To put on that smile. But I want you to know, that smile is what keeps me going some days. You need to remember, even through the tough times, you are amazing. You really are.

You should be happy. You are gorgeous.

I know that the weather might not be perfect. You might have to turn your back to the wind or feel the cold nipping at your nose. But you know what, at least you are there to feel it. At least you can enjoy the sun’s warm rays on your face. Or that cold February wind biting at your cheeks. You know what that means?

You are alive.

Everything will be okay.

~ Letters I'll Never Send ~

lettersillneversend.com

quote

2011-03-07T07:33:00.001-08:00

If you're not part of the freaks, you're part of the boredom.

— Perry Farrell

Social Cancer

2011-01-11T03:16:00.000-08:00

Gazing through dazed malignant faces of ignorance.

Trying to determine the freedom which is of no conceirn to them. They, who are Bright eyed and dumb on the surface of arrogance floating over. Never considering minimality as a source for better life.

Understanding nothing that is beyond shallow media and televized "knowlegde". Every day being confronted with stupidity, ignorance. Every day storming against shallow hearted imbeciles head first like a herd of cocks in a ring fight.

Every day, never stoping, never resting just fighting against prejudice and hate. It's become ridiculous that at 22 life is hard and seems expired that the thought itself is almost overrated.

Theres no pity, no shame, no help, no gain. Just selfish rays that never stray, always stay true to their selfish route. Never stop to think or question "Why". It's the way to live the way to shine in this generation of robots mimicking the egotism that's projecting off the walls of the skies off of the human beings grey eyes.

Crudeness and illiteracy spreading through the crowds like some sort of social cancer eating up all the innocence, facts, principles, wisdom, philosophy and feeding it thoughts that havent been thought through, just brainless thoughts barked out through the teeth of some kind of monstrosity.

Here is the life we see. How we see it is a portrayal of your own perspective be it of the social cancers perspective eating up all thats good and great and holy and wise and foretold and broken and bruised and generous and open. or be it of the revolutionary social antidote fighting head first through all the barking monstrosities with its own barking of fire to burn the projections of shallow thought with thick skin built around its heart so the dead brained cells of the cancer don't dare reach the center of your sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred aware and humble mind.

-Anita Riot

Wise Quote

2010-11-24T16:05:00.000-08:00

"The greatest gift you can give another is the purity of your attention.”

- Richard Moss

This Quote sounds so simple. It is however more complex than you would imagine. You're probably thinking you give people enough of your attention. But take a moment to think about the persons in your life who really matter. How much of your attention, your truly honest attention has been directed at them. With open ears, eyes and fully soaking in on their troubles, their laughter, their stories, sentances, a clever quote they heard. Anything they thought would be worth remembering for you. Sharing with you. You personally. They only had you in mind while telling you this story. Wondering what you will say about this tiny little detail, or the hidden message. Did you Take it all in and Listen? Do you understand the importance and significance of it? You are something to this person. Someone special enough to remember in silly little situations happening in every day life. Take a moment. Listen. Appreciate.

-A_Riot

Annonymous Quote

2010-10-28T13:50:00.001-07:00

"Sometimes you have to fall from the mountain to realise what you where climbing for. Obstacles are placed in our way to see if what we want is really worth fighting for. From every wound there is a scar, and every scar tells a story. A story that says,

"I was deeply wounded, but i survive.""

Old Friend

2010-09-05T03:55:00.001-07:00

Writing old letters, to an old friend of mine. It's been so long since I've seen her face, since the last time we talked. I'm wondering....Would we still have the same interestets, the same state of mind?

Would we be able to laugh at the good old times without melancholic eyes.

I wonder if she's dyed her hair or changed her style. I hope she still thinks about our revolting youth together as we planned to change the world forever.

Does she have a family now? Wonder what they're like. Do they know about the crazy fun we had back in those high school times.

I hope she thinks of us as i do and how we were back then. young and careless. It helps me keep a young heart and an open mind. Maybe one day when we see eachother again we can laugh and cry about how much better nostalgia was back then.

-A_Riot

Mark Twain once said....

2010-08-23T17:02:00.000-07:00

“It’s no wonder that truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense.”

“Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.”

“When your friends begin to flatter you on how young you look, it’s a sure sign you’re getting old.”

“A man/woman cannot be comfortable without his/her own approval.”

“Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.”

“Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.”

“Don’t go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.”

“Drag your thoughts away from your troubles… by the ears, by the heels, or any other way you can manage it.”

“The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up.”

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did so. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”

quote!

2010-08-10T16:58:00.000-07:00

"you remind me of a james bond bird. -coz yer exotic to me. I'm just me, uneducated and mad"

- Mig

Quote

2010-08-06T15:26:00.000-07:00

Apologizing does not always mean that you are wrong, and the other person is right.
it just means that you value your relationship more than your ego.

random find...

2010-07-15T11:35:00.000-07:00

I randomly found this quote. I don't know who wrote it. It's extremely corny and I feel like some teenager at the highth of puperty when i read it. Which means its got something to it either way...check it out for yourself. :D

"I don\'t know much about her but I\'m kind of infatuated with this girl. Or maybe it\'s the idea of her that I\'ve created. I found myself thinking about her tonight on a walk under some makeshift constellations struggling through the light pollution of Boston, fleeting thoughts coming and going like New England snowfalls. It\'s not a lusty, I-want-to-fuck-her kind of deal. I want to hold her close and sing her soft rainstorm melodies and move her in a way that makes her feel unspeakably alive because there\'s nothing that has touched her to the core like that in a long time. I want to bear my soul to her in the way that symphonies are written, so that at its completion, my story will have completely enveloped her like B minor at the predawn of a snow-covered day, and she\'ll realize that there is nothing more painfully right than the overlap of the lines on our palms and all the countless intersections of her eyes (beautiful, sun-drenched) and mine. Black spot #1357140 transcendence on Feb 22, 2010 @ 06:21"

Daily quote

2010-06-08T16:28:00.000-07:00

"Every Gun that is made,
every warship launched,
every rocket fired,
signifies, in the final sense,
A THEFT
from those who hunger and are not fed,
those who are cold,
and not clothed."

-Dwight D. Eisenhower

Daily Quote

2010-05-18T13:54:00.000-07:00

“After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security, and you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises, and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child, and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure… that you really are strong, and you really do have worth.” ~Veronica A. Shoffstall

Personal Note on diverse Perspectives. And confusion about where humanity is headed.

2010-05-17T13:49:00.000-07:00

WARNING: Rambling ahead.

I’m not really sure why I’m still so surprised at some peoples unbelievable stupidity and immaturity but these same people always seem to be going about the world like they are Gandhi born from Einstein and wonder woman and I’m talking about grown-ass people here. People (people who I am surrounded by lately)just seem to be so immature, undeveloped and most of all SHAMELESS to the point where you have to stop and think about if you are the only sane person around or if you’ve finally fucking lost it and shouldn’t be trying to understand any ones perspective on any sort of situation. Even if it involves a midget and a bear in a ring fight, you just don’t feel like you should think logically nor should you be making decision and bets on something like this yet still betting money on the midget (yeah yeah they’re called little people, whatever fuck your political correctness you self absorbed wanna-be genius)
What has to be going through a persons brain where they feel the urge to not give a fuck
About a so called friendship you are just building. the word “friendship” in the world today, is a bit over-fucking-rated don’t you think? I sure as hell do.
Who are friends? Where are they? What should a good friend really do for you? Who is a potential friend, how well can you trust someone you’ve known for 6 months, how well can you trust someone you’ve known for 3 years? Am I being considered as a whiny little bitch right now because I’m “crying” about nobody wanting to be my friend? No because I don’t care if you are or are not friends with me, just don’t fucking put me in a position where you try to belittle me with your own low self-confidence. I guess it all depends on how shitty of a person your sorry ass just came across.
The world is filled with spiteful people who will push you into the fire for something as small as a rumor, a lie, a pitiful idea of something they made up in their own imagination. I personally don’t have any reason to have to explain myself in any of these stories I’m talking about, I don’t owe anyone even a hint of a breath trying to explain my side of the story because it would be wasted, if anything, I was fucked over and I sure as hell do not care what some immature, pussy coward asshole thinks about me, but it bothers me when I think It was a friendship or a person with potential who I was considering to let into my life. What the fuck makes people think that they are so god damn important that they can treat eachother like the last piece of dirt at the bottom of a shitpond, like they are some king or queen in a washed up village filled with Neanderthals who don’t know how to live life nor how to treat eachother but think they are the greatest thing that’s happened to the universe since Barbara fucking Streisand. I’m giving up hope on the goodness in people, call me a fuck but I don’t give 10 flying fucks about whatever you wanna call me, so put that in your egoboosted, selfish and unintelligent pipe and smoke it. I’m definitely not saying that I’M some kind of genius in this realm we got goin here, not at all, but me having this state of mind about people especially wanting to share it and maybe even thinking someone out there agrees that you dont always have to fuck someone over to prove that you're tough, but just accept friendship so the fact that I even care to be good to people, makes me 10,000 times better than the people i've just described (and there is alot of you fuckers out there) just by showing, sharing and most importantly living by that rule.
Best part is, these people know it's true, they've got to swallow their pride, admit it and move on with their pitiful lives after realising they are infact nobodies, with noone behind them to have their back, because thats exactly where they are headed. So i guess im wodering if there are any honest people out there? I'm guessing they're being rapidly extinct.

quote

2010-05-02T15:02:00.001-07:00

“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, It is the only thing that ever has.”

-Margaret Mead

Quote - John green, Looking for Alaska

2010-05-01T16:09:00.000-07:00

"I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch,
to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies.
Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase.
But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawking and she was gorgeous and I was hoplessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people where rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane."

Psychedelic Rage.

2010-03-08T13:09:00.000-08:00

Thoughts are psychedelic creatures in their own power.
Creatures, of the deepest dark,
they absorb your mind, it's not safe to wander through that forest of thoughts.
The possibility of being swallowed and spit out into another dimension are greater than you can imagine
its purely psychedelic.

encountering suppressed thoughts, thoughts which are formed into encounters who have been lurking about for some time, all those times when you didn't let your guard down, all those times you've felt fine they've been there
waiting for a weak point to shove the needle through your mind.

the idea of feeling fine turns into the thought; that feeling fine is not a promise nor a fact.
it's a psychedelic illusion, a privilege of psychedelic monsters raiding your mind
who are able to take that privilege from you at anytime while you're observing the conscious of your subconscious.

Gloomy mists of acid laced splinters rotten into your mind, its a part of you, you can't control it.
control is an illusion in its self. Feeling fine is a privilege once again.

just you and your thoughts alone, variegated emotions taking over and are overpowered by hate, anger and disappointment,
it's a state of fragile beings weakened by their psychedelic creatures, constantly reminded of their hated and suppressed thoughts.
Thoughts that have disappoint us as persons, as beings, as the way our inner self is projected at the outside world.

Getting out of this state is uneasy, your thoughts are inevitable,
you have to wait it out, wait it out, 'till they're burning you out, wait it out, 'till you're barking in tongues and
thoughts of disgust from the splinters rust.
wait it out. you have to wait it out. scream, hit and punch, it doesn't matter it feeds their temper.
try to forget, try not to remember. Suppress them, redeem your privilege of feeling fine.
Dismembering the psychedelic Monsters is your chance of being free.
If only freedom its self was not an illusion.

-A_Riot

Quote of the Day

2010-02-27T03:03:00.000-08:00

"Anyone can be Passionate, but it takes real lovers to be silly."
-Rose Franken

Quote from Joseph Hellers "Catch 22"

2010-02-11T16:32:00.001-08:00

"There was only one catch and that was Catch-22, which specified that a concern for one's own safety in the face of dangers that were real and immediate was the process of a rational mind. Orr was crazy and could be grounded. All he had to do was ask; and as soon as he did, he would no longer be crazy and would have to fly more missions."

Quote of the day (Saturday, Feburary 6, 2010

2010-02-06T14:04:00.000-08:00

"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day."
-E. B. White

Quote of the day (Wednesday, february 3, 2010)

2010-02-03T11:46:00.000-08:00

"I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see."
-John Burroughs

Special Quoting: Jim Jarmusch says...

2010-02-02T11:53:00.000-08:00

"Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don't bother concealing your thievery-celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: "It's not where you take things from - it's where you take them to."
-Jim Jarmusch

Quote of the Day (Tuesday February 2, 2010)

2010-02-02T09:52:00.000-08:00

"I'm convinced that everyone has art inside of us. The lucky ones are those that can get it down on paper."
-Andrea Miller

Note to self.

2010-02-01T18:54:00.000-08:00

see music.
hear art.
chase love.
live thrills.
love lust.
hate lies.
acknowledge truth.
fight oppression.
cause riots.
destroy power.
devour ignorance.
power the people.
be involved.
know the truth.

-A_Riot

Quote of the day (Sunday January 31, 2010 -Monday February 1, 2010 )

2010-02-01T15:16:00.000-08:00

Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them.
-Friedrich Nietzsche

What else is love but understanding and rejoicing in the fact that another person lives, acts, and experiences otherwise than we do?
-Friedrich Nietzsche

Quote of the Day (Saturday, January 30. 2010)

2010-01-29T20:06:00.000-08:00

"It's very dangerous to wave to people you don't know because what if they don't have hands? They'll think you're cocky."
-Mitch Hedberg

Metaphorically Speaking...

2010-01-28T16:25:00.000-08:00

Sitting here with all the ingredients
for the pot of gold i've been waiting for, except something is missing for my taste buds.

I've got the pot of gold, it's right infront of me,
but i'm not happy, it's not the particular pot of gold i wanted,
it's not my special pot of gold! But i've waited for my- MY OWN PERFECT!!...... my own perfect perfect pot of gold.
this pot of gold i now have,
it's merely a pot of cheap jewelery, a rip off from the original,
a sale of a sale at a yard sale;
this is how i see it, it's only so in my eyes anyway.
I merely just settled for what i could get, did i?
did i just settle for what i could get?
are these ingriedience the best i will ever have?
why can't i see the shimmery gold
that everyone else sees in this pot of gold that i now have?
maybe i know why subconciously...i don't seem to know the answer to any of this.

whats the main ingridient thats missing? why am i not satisfied with what i have?

it's not me whos got the problem, its the pot, that pot which doesn't meet my expectation that same pot that's actually all right for me
but doesn't shimmer bright enough in my eyes, it doesn't give me butterflies those warm tingling butterflies are missing , it doesn't add that happy spring to my step.

this particular pot of gold, has promissed me more than any other pot of gold ever has.
it has even kept its promise, something i surely did not expect.

this particular pot of gold has been supporting me through all of my stress and even now in my own ignorance.
it's made me temporarily happy
countless times, countless...temporarily..
because i see the value in it, it has alot of value, but i don't seem
to want any of it, it's not-my-pot-of-gold! the gold i waited for...the gold that i longed for will probably never be mine.

i don't see my luck in this pot of gold i now have, i won't see my luck in this pot of gold that i now have, maybe one day maybe never,
but deffinitely not until i reason with my idea of perfection.

-A_Riot

Quote of the Day (Friday, January 29, 2010)

2010-01-28T15:21:00.000-08:00

I don't mean to be a diva, but some days you wake up and you're Barbara Streisand.
-Courtney Love

Quote of the Day (Thursday, January 28, 2010)

2010-01-28T12:57:00.001-08:00

"I have no country to fight for; my country is the earth, and I am a citizen of the world."
-Eugene V. Debs

Quote of the day (Wednesday, January 27, 2010)

2010-01-27T15:07:00.001-08:00

' I'm sick of following my dreams. I'm just going to ask them where they're goin', and hook up with them later.' - Mitch Hedberg

Media lies.

2010-01-25T17:01:00.000-08:00

In the world today, confusion stays, on my mind, or just ignorance in their minds
I’m not sure who’s right, who’s to trust who’s money to lust. for
I’m surrounded by democracy, bureaucracy, autocracy, hypocrisy and I’m trying to
get it, Mr. government tells me to, it doesn’t feel right to.
Do I fight? or do I agree? suppress my thoughts.....
follow the sick impulse and influence from that news channel no one likes, but
everyone stops, looks ....and listens.....
It’s a bad car crash, too disgusting and wrong to like but too interesting to look
away.
you think....: “it’s not me, it’s someone else always”. This time we're all in the
same boat at the same railroad going down that rusty railway way where the tires
screech and we think it’s ok but only because we’re told ....this way.....

.. ..

what happens next, who cares, I don’t think; They do it for me, I go along with
everything they told me, I give them what they ask for. hesitant? not quite, it’s
for my safety right?
so what’s wrong with inserting technological radio frequent chips into my
flesh into my blood under my skin and never being able to get away, or be alone.
it’s ok it’s for you to stay safe like I said.
But don’t you dare eat that new food brands cake it’s cancerous you’ll die says
the news casters lie to build fear
down to your bones and make you believe you need support from the lies. Its
fear and trust mixed up, a confusion of common sense and poisoning of your
mind, it plants seeds that kill your thoughts and make room for empty space that
absorbs the media race.

.. ..

forget speaking freely at dinner, that meal on your plate still has ears and it can
hear you. it "fears" you and your thoughts, your free opinion and state of mind is
a threat to the new world order, so which fodder are you feasting from?....

-A_Riot

i miss... (underconstruction/ rough draft)

2010-01-25T16:56:00.000-08:00

I miss his smile, his laugh, that deep voice of his,
I miss his mouth, his lips, perfect teeth, his perfect eyes i miss those too.
I miss his words, his humor, his intelligence, his non conformist and cynical attitude.
His own opinion, his teachings, i miss being taught by his wisdom.
I miss his hands, his fingers, his waist his broad shoulders, yeah i really miss those.
I miss his breath, the scent of his body, i miss that too.
I miss his immaturity, it always meant something to me.
He doesnt miss any of that about me. Maybe a little
But not nearly at all.

-A_Riot