Waste Of Paint

Thursday, July 18, 2013

one day

One day I will look in the mirror
and on that day i will say,
"That James, he's a good person and happy to be in that body and that mind.  He is of value, he's doing well, and i love him"

Monday, July 15, 2013

From a Friend (the kind of friend we all deserve, that we are lucky to ever find)

There's one I know for whom
Love is a war
He always feels that he is losing
There's one for whome
A day that's a bore
Is a luxury beyond choosing
A mind full of woes
That overflows
And never slows
Or comes to empty
Silence Strenuous
Mood Tempestuous
With a tenuous
Neural Chemistry
I want to hold him fast and still his fears
Each foe that rears
Slay them all to the last
But modernity's swarm surrounds us both
We just stay close and keep each other warm


You are a good friend and a good person! we are all trying!

Sunday, July 07, 2013

Only Fire

I am the creature of the expurgating flame
Compassion and rage were the sparks 
And I have always been the gasoline
And I am the creature of the expurgating flame

We don't jump out of buildings and off bridges because we have no fear of the ground
It is because we are more scared of the flames 
That person standing at the ledge is burning, and just because we can't see the flames doesn't mean we aren't on fire
We are burning, and as the naive below scream not to jump, they never yell that w can put out the fire, or even acknowledge that someone is burning

The fear of falling and of hitting the ground is not any lower because we are on fire
It is just a choice between two types of pain, ephemeral and infite
Would you prefer to burn forever or have your heart drop into your stomach as you fall to the ground, embracing the fate you were born with?
Can we blame those who escape the fire by accepting their expiration date

In this rat race of depression, the flames have made us hide in in the dark crevasses
What was once considered life for a million years, is now considered the fringe of fringe
To believe in the moment, in compassion, in shared experience, in community
Is to be pushed to the edge of this so called civilization, at risk of conquering like the thousands of peoples we have destroyed with our enlightenment

We put the fire inside them out with bulldozers, ships, religion, language, science
We dominated them with culture, with the idea that this life isn't enough, that we must live for a life after life
We put the chains on them without realizing we had built our own walls and imprisoned ourselves
12 thousand years away from a life that was once human
separated so deeply from the earth that we bury ourselves in boxes, as not to touch the soil
The blocks we live on have hundreds of consciousnesses we know nothing of, except which car they poison this world with
We used to be of the earth, now we are from the earth, aliens in our own home, taking weekend trips to return to nature, forgetting that we are nature

Forsaking the humanity that burns bright within each of us, we have come to this place
We are apocalypse, we are alien, our humanity left behind in a world that civilization has built itself on
And we have only one choice.  Take this heat and flame that is each of us, and set the world on fire
Burn the prisons, burn the cubicles, the factory farms, the borders, the police, and the state
Let us be human again, let us live with the language we were born with, let us decolonize our minds and the world, burn the physical and metaphysical cages we are locked in, BURN