Posts tagged ‘BLM’

March 28, 2017

how to be a thoughtful globalist in the wake of fake intellectuals

this would make me empassioned, or
impassioned.  i am passionate about this something…
that’s how i get
when neo-globalists
who’ve never left the states
try to fix
other people’s problems
their English language exclusively.
the irony of westernization; fixed only by itself. YOU SEE?
and that is what they call backwards and selfish.
tho, there will be no stories of this on the news.
because just get out there and disrupt because.
and they should
call those who
think locally “nationalists” too.
a bunch of loud fools.
you know, somethings don’t translate.
you know, people might have different opinions.
this is how language works.
so when they/you designate
their/your ideas, ideations, and ideologies
as such, i just smh in realtime.
so silly, so stupid, so same.
that is why i am a where-ever-i-am-at-ist,
because i am right there,
i can attempt to understand
what i see and experience around me,
for me, for truth, for better.
maybe even for you…
but honestly, not for you (i don’t care)
or the tv (forget tv), i won’t facebook livestream it
or create a clever sign that
gets thrown away next day in some ironic carbon footprint
(that you too should actually hate)
after the post and the filter and the likes–fretter fakes.
and that is what i am passionate about,
or empassioned about, or impassioned about,
all that is around me
because i can touch it tangible,
as they said, i can feel the real,
i can set the clock next to the bed.
and there is something about language and labels.

July 7, 2016

a traffic stop in St. Anthony

humans in their ways find shelter,
to hide from that such news
which they do not understand, in ways
to keep to keeping, to keep on
and go, and most–and i, will never “get it”
the agency of those in such high towers aloft
and their fears they decide on,
to encase and to deal fateful cards
to those so swiftly and so finally so nearly
in such a manner, so wrongly,
in circumstances we could all now weep,
for the images we see we are all now there.

March 31, 2016


i do wonder, dead
or alive, with or
against, subjective
or fact, right or
wrong, can’t we
all just get along?

probably there exists
no change, where there
exists no neutral…
probably you already
know about this smart
dilemma in your beliefs.

September 2, 2015

everyone, all important: and the legislation we don’t write

it takes on cracked radio waves
where a couch to rest on is,
a group of passionate people
to prove an important point…
but then there is nothing;
they would rally and disrupt,
but wouldn’t pull a single pen
to write a dot of legislation;
aimless, and still the group remains,
seething, holding signs: inequality,
exhaustive, as Occupy once was,
not realizing the implication,
of the reality: that is only
wealthy lives matter–to unify!
and one couldn’t pick a main
idea to write a paper on,
and will never hold hands with difference,
yet they could measure a day
walking, yelling, shouting, whatever,
in hopes that those listening
could change the way
that the wild wind blows.

but those ragged ears are powerless too,
they are the wrong demographic of listeners.