her body

she lost control over her body
it had a brain of its own — was not hers
felt like a programmed machine
able to figure things out — even in doubt
she trusted her body
and all she could do
was watch what was happening

Filed under: poetry

loyalty is extreme

swear at the bus driver

tag the truck

yell at the parents

and punch the wall

burn the grass

pass it around

 

keep it moving

I don’t have all day bro

 

 shit in a bowl and give it a price tag

that shit is art

it’s worth it

you wanna buy?

Filed under: humanity, life, poetry

Fall by Will

pushing for possession of name,
is a deadly sin sucking souls
like vacuuming stains of memory,
and pangs of lust
dusting the heart of a warrior

insecurity,
a defender of sadness
accuses success
to be the enemy of joy

mountains of laugh
pile in my chest with
instructions to stay under pity
so i can fall by will

by lesson
i dive in a prudent mystery
fearing 
the rush, whispers
knockings and poundings
on my bedroom door
determined 
to interrogate my dreams

and when will turns the knob
history ends
i run back to sleep

rhythm of temptation
sweetness of 
soul-sucking
heart-pounding
fist-clenching fantasy
magnets the metal door

i hear the silence of sleep
a dead universe
denying to be lived in

so i collect the beads
of rush, whispers
knocks and pounds,
thread a necklace
and walk naked

all for pride of history
to go to sleep 
knowing my body 
is nothing but a bead 
around the neck of time

Filed under: love, poetry

the mark of unity

everything will

come together

with chance

and choice

 

balanced

and designed

with integrity 

and hope

 

yes

we can

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revolution finished

 

GOD and HUMAN

MOTHER and NATURE

CHICKEN and EGG

MAN and ROOSTER

INVENTOR and INNOVATION

can’t go backwards

LIFE is always forward

and equal.

 

be born

re-birth

revolution

sex

acceptance

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m u s i c

dance dance dance
all i wanna do is dance
forget about
the second chances
the romances
of fearful advances

i want to dance it off
so i forget
why i like music

m u    s i   c
letters
no word at my tongue
beat
not a message
sounds
not a song
happy letting loose
at this moment
just for fun

Filed under: poetry

it’s my skill to be who i was

it’s not what it seemed.

what is it then?

is it what is seen?
with my eyes,
is it what it feels?
or heals
my senses to the point
where it’s real?

or is it just a meal,
that tastes a piece of my mind
and swallows the waste
of my teeth chewing
the crunchiest conversation
in a self full esteem?

why is this happening?

i don’t know this,
i haven’t heard this
why is my mind right here
in this situation,
hearing revealing secrets?

i don’t know this person
why are we sharing?

who said it’s okay
to be hearing
this voice
at this moment of caring?

i’m not here,
i was there
that’s who i was
that’s who was left
to be reflected

as myself
as my wealth
of stealth
in my image of health

it’s my skill
to be who i was,
when i knew
what i thought i knew 

i just listen to what
the sounds tell me to do.

Filed under: poetry

but they didn’t have the internet

don’t compare the art of the past with the art of the future -

it’s not the same

don’t compare the possibilities in the past,

the time it took in the past,

the difficulty in the past,

the expensive costs in the past,

the waste in the past…

none of it is the same

don’t give me the past

give me now.

 

give me the internet;

give me youth;

give me the future in my hands,

with the alphabet on my fingers

ready to make the language of

click, go.

 

yes, i’m there

no i don’t know you but i care.

 

they didn’t have the internet,

so don’t give me examples of higher thought

in the past -

it’s not the same.

the medium is now.

now is design.

now is digital.

now is on my lap,

top of my lungs.

my life is passing me by

faster than my thoughts.

 

they didn’t have the internet,

but i do.

Filed under: creativity, design, philosophy, poetry

woman of creation

i am a woman

i give birth to a child 
that is married to me 
before marriage represented 
a ring of dependence

i am a woman that speaks 
to the womannness of creation 
and the birth of my children

my name is woman
my last name is family;
i take pride in my family name 
as humanity

i am a woman

without me there would be no birth
i am the mother of earth

if man’s creation is destruction of nature,
it is time to see that it is the woman’s time 
to give birth to a new man 
that respects his mother 
and provides for his family;
a true man empowers his womanness 
to be humble and allow her 
to lead the future of their children

i am a woman 
with an intellect 
who sees her purpose of wisdom 
to not seduce 
but to hide from predators 
and reveal enough to attract 
the healthy mind of the beast 
that has recovered from his hangovers

he came close to death so he realized 
that his mother gave him a heart;
his mother created the richness 
of his own beauty;
so he comes back to me

the woman

for he finally sees his true role in the family,
community,
and creation for humanity

Filed under: poetry

internetoflife – the collective language to simply learn

Anyone who is reading this is a part of the book. internetoflife is one word but it assembled of three other words that we know in English.

The final direction for my thesis after 1.5 years of research is internetoflife.com

I believe in the power of the collective to share wisdom and create links.

I believe in words to reflect identity.

I believe in words of wisdom, quoted by you.

So please visit the site and contribute.

First round of submissions for final presentation at my gradshow are April 12, 2008.

Anyone, anywhere you are, if you are reading this and you are interested in the concept of my network and want to support it into fruition, please click on the submissions page. I would also like to request for volunteer translators to translate the internetoflife questions into other languages, so we can get a universal network of words. Text and colour are universal languages — lets ’simply’ use them to broadcast ‘who we are’.

More information on how I arrived here will be posted soon.

You are also welcome to add me to facebook since I have nothing to hide about who I am.

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