Indefinitely dangling
from an ambiguous thread.
Not falling behind.
Not getting ahead.
Just flailing about
in the suffocating air.
Waiting for the rain
in a dizzying despair.
Needing any escape
from this saturated prison
and its birds-eye view of my
Immortal Indecision.
Patterns and Habits
turn this house
into a hell.
Any place I know
too well
becomes the place
My Demons Dwell.
Reminders of a
c h i l d h o o d s e l f
whose safety-net
was burning coals.
The only comfort
that she knows
is a hatred of
HER SELF.
Human
healing
touch.
The one thing that’s been
missing
all along.
I just want to be warm.
Cared for.
Bared more.
Get to the bottom
of me.
The hot, lava core.
No, I’m not trying to be
wise or wordy
tonight.
I’m just letting off steam,
sending out
smoke signals:
L-O-V-E.
S-O-S.
Is there anyone out there?
Hurry!
Damsel in distress…
I don’t know how much longer I can go
believing in a world
that isn’t so.
We think we’re smarter than
the birds,
the bees,
but we don’t even know
the world they see.
The more you think you know
the less you really understand.
It’s all part of The Universe’s
overarching plan
to fold us over
and within ourselves
until we find
we’re someone else,
piously humbled by Its
vast ubiquity.
Dicen que una foto
vale mil palabras.
Pero ni mil fotos
pueden reemplazar
a dos pequeñas palabras:
” t e q u i e r o.”
Pero tú eres pintor
y yo soy la poeta.
Ambos artistas
pero la forma de expresar
es tan distinta
que nos hacen falta
tanto letras como colores.
Y al final, no tenemos
ni un dibujo
ni un poema.
Solo un caos de lenguaje
sangrado encima de un lienzo
que, según mi punto de vista,
mejor habría quedado en blanco.
Pues, ¿qué es lo que vale
una palabra, entonces?
Bueno.
Como todo el arte
la belleza se define por
el observador.
[21-October-2007]
Standing on the edge
of the precipice
of disaster,
I let myself go,
free-falling into
a perfect pool of peace.
Back against the wall.
Shoulders bearing heavy weight.
I prayed to bend
instead of break
but I guess my spirit was not so malleable.
And so break I did,
into a hundred thousand splendid pieces.
Some shiny.
Some shabby.
Some sparked into a fire
activating Fight or Flight!
in my central nervous system.
Except not—
for all my senses were dulled.
Major Depressive Disorder
plus
Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitors
equeals
Delayed and Inappropriate Response to Stressors.
So I just watched
as the pieces of my soul ignited
and spread like wildfire at my feet.
I welcomed the warmth.
And then the burn
as the blaze engulfed my gutless limbs.
I am convinced
I would have watched myself incinerate
without ever batting an eyelash
toward the flames.
Had it not been for
the wandering wind that called my name.
A silent whisper
across ethereal space
blew out the entire conflagration
and dropped me
in my place.
Liberal Hypocrisy
14 05 2009Ok, I just need to get something off my chest. This whole “Miss California” scandal angers me, but not for the reasons most of you would assume, coming from me.
If I had to choose between calling myself Liberal or Conservative, yes, I would say I am Liberal. But above all, I am RATIONAL and LOGICAL. As such, nothing angers me more than a hypocrite because a hypocrite is someone whose actions and/or words contradict each other—the antithesis of reason and logic.
It seems to have become vogue to associate conservatives with hypocrisy (or maybe that’s just because I live in a liberal social sphere?), but liberals can be just as hypocritical. And being that I associate myself with liberalism, it probably angers me more to see a liberal hypocrite than a conservative one; it undermines what liberals stand for.
As such, it really makes me mad that Liberal Media & Co. has crucified this Miss California woman FOR STATING HER OPINION! For the love of Darwin, do you not see the hypocrisy here?! No, I do not agree with her opinion. But it is her opinion. And if you listen to her response, she is fairly diplomatic about it. Here’s a link to the video of her response: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8XMvviFbkf0
Now, I’m not saying it was the most intelligent of responses (“in my country…” xD), nor the most direct (she never specifically answered the question about whether or not other states should legalize gay marriage) but it was honest. She said that she was glad that Americans are able to choose one or the other but that she herself believes marriage should be between a man and a woman. This was actually quite bold, given that the question came from judge Perez Hilton, an openly gay man. She could have played it safer and given him the answer he wanted to hear, but instead she remained true to her beliefs.
Let me be clear: I do NOT agree with Miss California’s opinion; I think same-sex marriage should be legal throughout this country. I could come up with many arguments against her position and I could point out many inconsistencies in her beliefs (as further articulated in her recent press conference), but that is not my point here.
My message is to you, my fellow liberal friends: Please remember that freedom of speech is the cornerstone of liberal values. Do not censor your enemy; if you believe so strongly that they are wrong, then this should be apparent when they speak. And if so, present your counterargument and disprove your opponent. This is the only noble way to fight for your cause. Anything less will only work against you.
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