AMENDMENT 1 CAN SUCK IT

Well, here we are a day after the vote that now makes North Carolina a state that legalized discrimination and bigotry. Wow, if there was ever a time to move to a state that makes sense, it is now. How stupid can people in this state be. All anyone heard was gay marriage, and as a homosexual (side note by the way) I think we get hung up too much on the word "marriage". Here are my thoughts on the matter, and, yes, I know these are my thoughts, but it would be helpful if gays could get over themselves for 5 minutes and think really hard about what we are fighting for. My solution for this situation is quite simple. Keep Marriage for the religious ZELOTS - if your church (which is so far from true christianity) doesn't want to marry me because i am gay, you have the right...good. But everyone, let me repeat EVERYONE that gets married needs to go to city hall and get a civil union's license - presto! we get the same protections that everyone else gets and they can protect marriage...again, i say keep your religion out of my politics and i will keep my politics out of your religion. so WELCOME TO NORTH CAROLINA - HOME OF BIGOTS, BIGOTRY and RELIGIOUS ZELOTRY...Please come again

Well here it is the end of February...and what can I say? I am at a crossroads and a blockage of some type. I seem unable to write, well I don't know if it is an inability to write or if it is just an unwanted attachment to failure that I am going through right now. I feel very out of place where I am currently at in my life...very not living, but dreaming in this nightmare life. I have high hopes for 2012 and I am just hoping that my hopes are not too high that they cannot be reached. It's an early crisis - and I hope that it is similar with all artists, i mean, i can't be the only one that sometimes stumbles and freezes from fear. I am going to paste my current poetry here so you can read it...feel free to comment, let me know what you think...hopefully it will give me information on what the pulse of my writing is...do i think i am good, but really, i am a bag of dicks? do i continue on this path of thorns and roses or do i give in and change plans before it is too late, too far down the line? so to the one or two of you that may read my blog, let me know Thanks and I certainly appreciate it, more than you can know...


                                     FOLLOWING THROUGH

Sentenced, while poverty awaits me at my front door--
this wistful oblivion where we await the destruction of dominance,
I am the center of my revolution, spinning wildly out of control,
dangerously close to inhalation

waiting, watching, big brother has been born,
the KGB of the NSA listening to every breath we take - and everyone loves an encore
they sit, monkey see - monkey do, but don't bother with the repetition
and confined resolution that freedom is not free

free market enterprise, corporate demise - and who will buy the country today
will it be the power brokers, sitting like dynasties high in their glass
or will it be the religious with their pious stance - and everyone listens to the evangelical
devil - give us your money we'l' give you redemption
while we wait for this trickle down protection

America, this land of mounting garbage and disaster, the hopeful future of the hereafter
and we all stand in bread lines waiting for disease
we sit in corners waiting covered with fleas - small pox and provisions
passed out to the poor while that one percent smiles, sitting in thrones
we ninety-nine out of one hundred and one,
one for the money, one for the gun

follow through is not our strong point, but light the path
finally unite...let brother and sister, union and non
let gay, straight, everyone...demand the civil liberties protected by law
demand our release from the concentration camp walls
of companies like Enron and Halaberton and Lehman brothers
let's burn down the gates and remove the doubt
Americans still have some dreams to dream

we will finally be free

Don’t confuse this skim-milk white skin bag with truth

These ice-blue eyes, like funeral marching toward the pall

And it’s become time to recognize my whitewashed future

Past it’s expiration date…

And Iroquois mother, swaddle the smallpox description

And in my heart, I’m African – I’m on hunger strike during another

Somalia drought…I am Asian, in my rice-patty home sewing and

Manufacturing for the sinful skin-bags that I am confused for

I am discrimination…felt with fever, 106 and rising…I am Isis on my

Way through the river Styx and I know we’ll hold hands again

Mirror glaze and watch your skin turn gray, your eyes, and the palest blue that death could deliver and see you’re hated by the jihadist. I am the burkah that is refused

For photograph while you, you are the new anti-immigration law

Laid out, giving these American Idiots a right to impregnate the second amendment

And abort what it really means…

I am hope in Baghdad, where hope is lost…while you still smell like

Bombs and arsenal that fell from the skies…

You take shape as the destroyed infrastructures that, so far,

Connects nothing but hate to hate while we recognize

And pray for the dead that left

I am revelation while you live in the past

And I know being hated…my skin, may be as milk-white and white washed

As the upper echelon that fed you with its poison

With its intentions and miscalculations…but inside

I am filled with the colors of the rainbow…the red orange yellow green blue violet that

Shines with my pride

I am my own distinction, and can never be lumped with the

Blinding whiteness that witnesses its pain and segmented distortion

So I say, become African, become Asian, become raga know your strength Iroquois mother

And cover yourself with your pride