this would make me empassioned, or
impassioned. i am passionate about this something…
that’s how i get
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.
only hard fate;
this is your life,
so why wait?
Of a rich land,
Dripping to velvet tongue;
This Lai sweet song,
Moving with the wind, touched by the hand—
Thou shall not behead Anyone, ever.
Thou shall not use the “Lord’s” name in vain.
Thou shall not wage Wars in my honor.
Thou shall not Believe in fictitious “Gods”.
Questions for Asking:
If I exist,
Can you see me?
If I am all-seeing,
Can you see me?
Do you see what I mean?
We are made up of 60% water—
So, if we drink water,
From a different land,
From a different city,
From a different spring,
From a different past, present and future,
Do we become made up of something entirely different?
Caught in the action;
Kept taut on a rope.
Real is as real as the best fakery that could;
if it wasn’t, it wouldn’t work-
And by not working it’d prove no good.
When the fakest of fake, take the best from the most,
don’t sob in the shadows,
bask in the light,
and give them a toast!
Another day of internet fame
Giving our selfies to the world
Loving fake realism abound
Bright as diamonds and pearls.
We could reflect on vanity
We could unpack and unfurl
This camera lens needs a model,
Please be the next Cover Girl.
Recent Art: The Truly Amazing
Handpicked; no filter, true—why wait?
These photos; we are scrolling pages,
Even on fine dinner dates.
Selfless as one must be
To take the perfect selfie
Relax and snap that picture;
Capture your inner luxury.
Becoming as real as we are,
Face to face with the stars.
Levity of ponderance
Crushed sand in place
Calculated words of elegance
Make hay or make haste—
She said she was afraid
Though there is nay to fear
She said this in so many ways
Speech fell upon delicate ears
I am afraid
That people are afraid
That they have something to be afraid of,
But why worry?