Try and test me my sweet

blood running deep, thin as wine
racing through mine
whincing at the thought
of taking just a drop
one more
two more
three too many.
We had a great time
more than once
i wont whince but jump
joyous boisterous lover
tongue language
fine magnets
embedded deep
so sweet this wine,
so sweet.

Remember:

LOVE ISNT RATIONAL BECAUSE

LOVE CANT BE RATIONED

Dream Angst

The dreams are so complex
translations of the music
on repeat,
each morning

how can i erase

the scents of you from the inside of my mind,

held in a place that knows not time?

i woke alone

busy in dreams

busy entertaining the faces that i never get to see

I take it in as i step out of the sleep

on to the streets of noise and grime

Vibrating my hair vibrating my arms

wanting to grab all things

hold it for keeps

in this dream my fingers are melting

in this life my fingers are clenching

trying to hold these dreams that make reality

alive.

alive like me. right now. here.

hear?

Hearts on Fire, where Creatives conspire

Double exposed film creating serendipitous outlines of a girl, though in the cemented city, climbing among pines, sap sticking to her bare feet, she couldn't see the tree, but knew it was there all along.

Cherish your visions. Cherish your ideals. Cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts, for out of them will grow all delightful conditions, all heavenly environment; of these, if you but remain true to them, your world will at last be built.

—JAMES ALLEN, As a Man Thinketh, Vision Quotes

Consciousness lifted, one cup of coffee at a time.

My Reply to my Anarchist Friend

To my most exuberant XXXXX,

First, check this out:
http://news.infoshop.org/article.php?story=20090919162729969

i liked this article, it kind of is saying what we're saying, you know what im saying?

DONT go to germany, not worth your time, not when Chile is shining so brightly..

We got similar fantasies, you and i.
sometimes i wonder if when you really break everyone, each human, away from this false, constructed world, if they'd too be content to just garden, meditate, converse, and live simply. But then i think about how attached everyone is to their machines, and i dont think it could ever be.

Fishing the coast of Chile, building your own house, growing your own food, writing...these are all things that your People were doing each day before the struggles, the films, the cities, the Germans...before the world got caught up in each others' business.

What you crave is something people in Chile look down upon, have been told is "backwards" and been shamed for. It is also something that is losing its priority on life's schedule because anything recreational is being pushed further and further below everything financial.

Money has become the why for all actions. Not only the why, but the when. How much and how soon?
This is messed up because money is so trivial in the greater scheme of living a fulfilling life. But more and more, it is becoming a staple, more important than any others: without money you can't purchase, food, water, or shelter.

We are both comfortable, probably have been for the majority of our lives, and hope that we will in the future. Is it not ironic to yearn for the same things that our American-Imperial-Capitalistic legacy, worldview, bubble has been effectively stripping away from your people, all the "Other" people who weren't born into a life like this?

I wonder if they really crave city lights, paying exorbitant rents, and texting? Or they just think they do because thats what advertising has brainwashed them to think?

Who really is truly, happier and is it human nature to always want what you cant have?

Playing the Devil's advocate here because, really, i would love to build a yurt, live off the land, recite poetry, make love, have children, grow old. But that is not my reality. That would, in a way, be a completely constructed (and not to mention, appropriated) environment. Would i be happy? Of course! Would I miss the rush of dashing for the subway and the ritual of conversing at a coffee shop with friends? Most definitely. This is my reality: not some post-civilization, unreachable ideal...maybe what i'm trying to say is there is a time for escaping and a time for participating.

Maybe that's simply a part of being young. Always moving, like a shark. While we still can, right? However, I would like to say that you don't have to change locations physically to migrate mentally, but it can help.

Tribalism? Maybe... But the life of a city is what inspires so much in all of us. It is the organization and purpose for being in such close contact that rubs me wrong.

I am always excited when people amasse downtown for protests, dance parties, rallies Critical Mass, rather than for lame and lifeless activities that involve buying and selling. People together, energies flowing together, mingling and exciting is an amazing thing.

The quality and quantity of energy exchanging and idea bouncing that happens around Anarchist and other Free Thinking Communities is what draws me to them. It is an addiction...once you tap in, as you say.

I think that we need to share it with everyone and then when more and more people tap into cracking the old ideals and chains and weights, then we will be in the cities for bike rides, dance demonstrations, and daydreaming. We will share because we want to hear what others have to think, love or do.

Can't stop, won't stop.

So , vacations and seeing new ways of the world besides your own are good for re-framing your argument by gaining new insight , but i do believe

that the imagining of

a different world: big or small
should be a group project.

An Email from my Anarchist Friend

Hello XXXXX

From the warms of the sun and the heat of the fire in southern California, to just outside New York and rain. I contemplate too much, philosophize too much, try to figure out too much, feel too much, love too much, i fall for girls too much, i want to kiss too many girls, i want to fall in love with them all,

i want too much, i want to make too many films, about my struggles, your struggles, my brother and sisters struggle, too many ideas go through my head, i dont want to fall asleep tonight but stay awake and just write down ideas that squat my head,

i want to go back to chile for a couple of months and track down a brother i have never met, he is a fisherman who has his own boat, i want to fish of the coast of Chile, i want to live, i want to build my own house, grown my own food, and feed this hunger i have that never seems to be satisfied.

Germany? Are you working on a family farm? Someone just told me the warming of the planet has made it possible for Germany to grow different types of grapes it was unable to grow before. Where in Germany are you going to work? When are you going? You temp me, maybe i should go to Germany?

I hope you are kicking ass, but i don't think i should hope, because i bet you just are : )

I was at an Anarcha LA meeting and this woman asked, or posed the question as to what are we all looking for? What draws us to this meeting? To wanting to do something? To change? To Anarchy?...

You wrote me once that it was that anarchist community that brought you to anarchy.

Where we all searching for something too? What made us all come to Pittsburgh for XXXXX?

I think we all are searching for something, many before us have walked these steps and contemplated and lived, fought and died for these ideas.

It is some sort of universal truth that people stumble upon and it creates a hunger for more? And want to be a part of it, in its many manifestations? And create it, if it is not there? Because it needs to be, because it just is.

I think it is. I think we have tapped into something.

it is like a river that flows through us and pushed us forward, like you said before, you were unstoppable and you could not be stop! You. Me. And many more feel this, but what is this?

I think Anarchist, and Revolutionaries have tapped into something, that flows through us, through nature, through the universe, it was never born, it will never die, it is eternal.

It can't be named.

And for lack of a better word we call it the TAO.

It is was flows through us and brings us together to fought, to struggle, a universal truth that just is.

Anarchist are Taoist.
I don't think they know it, or maybe they do?

http://www.toxicpop.co.uk/library/taoism.htm

your friend XXXXX

Life is beautiful

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AxNaR0WWQ1s

The Kitty Poem

Light and Airy as an uncompromised heart

You sleep like a rock, fur disguised as such
I feel you respond to my touch -with a purrrrrr

Looking up, eyes full of fear and wonder
You are tough, you could have survived out there, you dont need no body
REBEL KITTY

But now as fear melts away with each plate of tuna, we connect.
LITTLE BITTY

I am your protector now,
Each little soft as silk hair is my responsibility.

You may be flea bitten and wild,
but your tender soul knows its safe.

Poop the smell of fairy farts - Little claws poised for destruction
...and yet...
The aggressiveness of age has not touched you tiny backbone,
..it is still soft.

Little lump,
I will wash you in kisses,
little toothpick-like bones hold you together,
my blankets keep you warm.

You call upon me when you have hunger,
I attempt to translate, the universal language of mother and child

Baby puss puss, it will not be like this forever,
but as long as your steel slated eyes look up to me with affection-
I guarantee you all of my love and protection.

It's a big world for a tender soul - I'm glad we could meet
and give each other warmth, for a second, from the cold street.

9/11 was a False Flag Operation, paid for and orchestrated by the United States Government.

Rather than mourning all the people that died, people die everyday all over the world, we should mourn the fact that our trust was broken and never again can we believe anything the government tells us.

Start thinking for yourself. Live without borders. Educate yourself on creating a world based around Anarchist principles.

No Slaves, no Masters. No Bush's, no "middle-working class".

Let the de-construction begin!! :-)

http://infoshop.org/

http://www.killradio.org/

www.crimethinc.com

http://www.thenewanarchist.com/

" If voting changed anything, they'd make it illegal " - Emma Goldman, one radical woman

After some thoughtful conversation about the evil stepmother:

"Dad, I can't pay that last medical bill..."

He's digging a trench for a sprinkler system and barely looks up:

"Yeah, I'll send that in. Don't worry about it."

"You know I should probably sue anyways..." My knee is fucked.

"Well, Ange, this is the best time you are gonna have, so you better get out there and have it. Wanna take the car and go to Maria's?"

Would I like to take the 1991 Mercedes Benz to my Aunt's lake cabin where all my cousins sit sippin' Gin 'n' Tonics and fine red wine?

"Yeah, that'd be cool. Thanks Dad."

I popped a The Beatles mix tape from 1967-1972 and hit the gas.

Getting out There and having It, singing along the whole way.

WildiLd lil Ponies

My dad was a babe, genes aside, he taught me all i need to know about lettin your hair down and dancin around. Here is the first exposition of his photography.

Young at heart, young in spirit: You are as old as you let your mind feel it!

POSITIVITEA

DRINK UPPA SOME A COFFEEE
DRINK AUPPA SOME TEA
DRINK A UPPASOME O THIS LOVIN HONEY
DRINKA UPPA BIT O MEE

I GOT THIS CRAZY DROUGHT FOR YOUR APPETITE
I GOTT A CRAZY HUNGER FOR YOUR TONGUE
I GOTTA CRAZY A FEELIN DEEP DOWN
AND BABY YOURE THE ONE

DRINK AUPPA MY TEAR DROPS
I DONT NEED A THEM NO MO
I GOTT THIS CRAZY IDEA PRETTY ONE
THAT BABY THIS JOY IS INFECTIOUS
I FEELA IT IN MY BLOOOD

DRINKA UPPA THIS CRAZY MAMA
DRINK A TILL U OVERFLOWW
I WANT TO BE INSIDE YOU FOREVA
CUZ NOW IMSTARVIN FOR YOUR LUURV


LISTENING to "SHINE ON YOU CRAZYY DIAMOND" by PINK FLOYD