“I know how I love you and how much I love you, but I cannot sacrifice my inner freedom for you; it means sacrificing myself, and I am the most important thing in the world, as I have already told you.”—Che Guevara
"My temple, it justifies this,"
croons the beast.
Circles devouring in conquering,
I am as such, an entity that searches.
“I will this to being, molding my creation free from
a hollow existence,”
bellows the God, frozen in reflection.
Ten fingers encircled by austere flames,
I am as without, a being that lays down.
Stepping aloud into rows of births, the God
begins to tune his orchestra.
“Dehumanization, unto thee. I live for
my own hands, deaths that glorifies my art,”
says youthful and beautiful Power.
Passive as it is passionate,
suicidal as it is vital,
breathing becomes normative.
“It is your choice, your hands, your
rejection, your hastened ideals, your senseless
whispers my shy heart.
St. Michael was beautiful, he had
dark dripping Persian eyes
that matched his display of reverence.
His own depiction paints them downward,
in humility to the utmost high.
Even the Serpent’s visage tailors
a deep purple royalty to the
magnificence of his ego’s enemy.
St. Gabriel showed his face
(her beautiful lonely face)
to an eternal virgin revered by desert tribesmen, an abode of holiness, and by those who feast on their Lord’s flesh for entry way through the gates of Heaven.
Fate speaks into a horn, improvised sketches that burn into a boiling bitches brew, an ascension from the deep rooted ancestral Om.
This virgin had a mother’s face, deep deep blueness the color of a living and terrible ocean.
“I am the Lord’s servant, May it be as you have said”
came from bright lips at the revelation of a Son.
Uranus would come to cover the earth to mate with sweet Gaia and thus was borne Cronus, who would wield a sickle for our peoples’ livelihood, and would be so utterly consumed with the love of survival that he sought to eat his children.
A son, a child.
A symbol for forgiveness and enlightenment,
poetry and truth.
A son, even if ordained by an Abrahamic God,
embodies the steady waves of unity
that drown us all in azure waves of understanding.
(La Mort, L’Amour)
What’s remarkable about you is your lack of expectation. You see someone’s awkward shuffle or word vomit as a genuine display of affection, and you coo and awe because it is touching. You do not sit and wait for people to show their love in ways that are familiar to you, but accept them as they crash into you regardless of color or form.
This is what you have taught me.
I never knew that
voices could be honey.
That waiting could be directed,
could be turned around as fast as it
stubbed your fat toe. In miles, as in
loneliness, time never comes fast enough.
You said, “I miss you!”
And it rushed past, instantly. Running into
heavy bulls and thick red llamas, olives growing
green instead of black, and roses that a little girl
wears in downtown Juarez.
So many things come off as arbitrary or irrelevant,
but feeling as smiles and curses do, become prevalent
and all too magical.
I am disappointed that some of the more liberal tumblrs, or that anyone, has a problem with tumblr bravely changing the color to purple. Furthermore, it astonishes me that some of you would compare this, a much more taboo subject and one that has only within the last month garnered heavy support, to the breast cancer awareness movement in any form. No one would argue that breast cancer was the choice of the victims, that therefore those with breast cancer should deal with the consequences of their actions brought about by whatever, depression, leads to breast cancer. Furthermore, breast cancer has a myriad of events, products, an entire month that is highly publicized and any of us can walk into any Target or Wal-Mart and find items that offer to donate money to breast cancer research on our part by simply purchasing said item, i.e. yogurt. Breast cancer remains a very serious problem and no one in their right mind would argue that we’ve raised too much awareness for breast cancer. For as long as breast cancer remains a problem, for as long as one person is killed by breast cancer, then we will continue to pledge our support and dedicate entire months to raising breast cancer awareness in an effort to eliminate the problem. The wear purple movement began on the internet and tumblr showed heavy support for it a as recently as two weeks or three weeks ago when it was being suggested, no doubt when those deaths were still fresh in our memories. Of course changing the color to purple will not end the problem, that was not the point. To argue that it is the point is a logical fallacy and frankly, just stupid. The point was to raise awareness, to show that we will not tolerate homophobia and that those of you who are being persecuted, and are not willing to talk about it, have some support from a community of people nationwide. Perhaps reblogging texts or images for 6 hours-a-day saturates your young mind, perhaps you feel overexposed by now to the issue, maybe you’re a religious zealot who felt bad at first but now view it as an individual problem rather than a societal problem. Well tough fucking luck, the problem hasn’t gone away because you reblogged one image two weeks ago. Now the problem is being shoved at you and you can’t unfollow the tumblr background, you can’t choose to ignore a color that remains in your peripheral vision no matter how many times you refresh, you’re now being reminded of real world problems on your preferred platform of escape for 1 day (that’s it, you can’t tough it out for 1 day), however realize that the problems of the world do not cease to exist because you choose to ignore them. I ask you to name one problem in this world that was ever solved or in which significant progress was made in that did not have a large coalition of people who were willing to raise awareness, in any form, on the subject. NAME ONE. If anything, changing tumblr to the color purple encourages a healthy dialogue on the subject; a dialogue that may make some of you uncomfortable, a dialogue that may expose you to positions that you may not agree with, a dialogue that may help shed a light on the true face of homophobia, a dialogue that may make you question whether or not you are homophobic, and a dialogue that creates, hopefully, a nurturing community for those seeking help.
I find my resolution in acknowledgement.
Impressions of dedication and fully lifted complexity.
Because moonlight sits on our windowsill
and accountability is only sustained by misery.
A faint, faint, faint, hint of blinds that breath deep trumpets
and wrapped lighting. An end, a movement, a longing.
Once it became labor intensive, music took itself over
in forms of deference. Smiling because
we want to dance.
Even in death, we rise with skulls resembling
a mockery of life, but dancing in absolute triumph!
We want, even in death; painted in flowers
and pastel colors rooted in flowers that our ancestors
use to paint with. We hold our skeletal hands out,
shaking, bleeding, weeping
as an extension of this eternal dance we find ourselves in.
This is one of my biff’s tumblr. He has a thing for awkward girls, and especially if they’re Korean.
I have a thing about being awkward around girls, especially if they are cute. I don’t know how to “mac” on people. It is hard to find people I genuinely like. I LIKE EVERYONE EVEN IF THEY ARENT KOREAN! ATLEAST I DONT HAVE A THING FOR ONLY STUPID WHITE WOMEN!
No way! You can’t know what you like without letting cute girls in through your tough exterior.
AND NO I DON’T! I just appreciate a good white woman every now and then, shit. I PREFER MY OWN PEOPLE,
“Hasta la victoria siempre!”
Our eyes tell us that people look different. No one has trouble distinguishing a Czech from a Chinese. But what do those differences mean? Are they biological? Has race always been with us? How does race affect people today?
There’s less - and more - to race than meets the eye:
1. Race is a modern idea. Ancient societies, like the Greeks, did not divide people according to physical distinctions, but according to religion, status, class, even language. The English language didn’t even have the word ‘race’ until it turns up in 1508 in a poem by William Dunbar referring to a line of kings.
2. Race has no genetic basis. Not one characteristic, trait or even gene distinguishes all the members of one so-called race from all the members of another so-called race.
3. Human subspecies don’t exist. Unlike many animals, modern humans simply haven’t been around long enough or isolated enough to evolve into separate subspecies or races. Despite surface appearances, we are one of the most similar of all species.
4. Skin color really is only skin deep. Most traits are inherited independently from one another. The genes influencing skin color have nothing to do with the genes influencing hair form, eye shape, blood type, musical talent, athletic ability or forms of intelligence. Knowing someone’s skin color doesn’t necessarily tell you anything else about him or her.
5. Most variation is within, not between, “races.” Of the small amount of total human variation, 85% exists within any local population, be they Italians, Kurds, Koreans or Cherokees. About 94% can be found within any continent. That means two random Koreans may be as genetically different as a Korean and an Italian.
6. Slavery predates race. Throughout much of human history, societies have enslaved others, often as a result of conquest or war, even debt, but not because of physical characteristics or a belief in natural inferiority. Due to a unique set of historical circumstances, ours was the first slave system where all the slaves shared similar physical characteristics.
7. Race and freedom evolved together. The U.S. was founded on the radical new principle that “All men are created equal.” But our early economy was based largely on slavery. How could this anomaly be rationalized? The new idea of race helped explain why some people could be denied the rights and freedoms that others took for granted.
8. Race justified social inequalities as natural. As the race idea evolved, white superiority became “common sense” in America. It justified not only slavery but also the extermination of Indians, exclusion of Asian immigrants, and the taking of Mexican lands by a nation that professed a belief in democracy. Racial practices were institutionalized within American government, laws, and society.
9. Race isn’t biological, but racism is still real. Race is a powerful social idea that gives people different access to opportunities and resources. Our government and social institutions have created advantages that disproportionately channel wealth, power, and resources to white people. This affects everyone, whether we are aware of it or not.
10. Colorblindness will not end racism. Pretending race doesn’t exist is not the same as creating equality. Race is more than stereotypes and individual prejudice. To combat racism, we need to identify and remedy social policies and institutional practices that advantage some groups at the expense of others.
Once, in thundering completeness, in awe and fear of
the dragon’s mouth, I waited as it kneeled to you, the scent
of The Virgin still lingering on its breath. Glinting daggers
repeatedly carving wooden replicas of still life moments.
Once, in simplified designs, in compromised dreams and
I kissed you.
And we laughed as we kissed! We laughed
knowing that in
reduction we are everything.
That indeed we were
a beautiful mistake meant to happen,
a defiance of modernity,
dark hair in an open window, billowing
against my neck and against a
blank page that we chose to embrace.
A child is one of wonder, a justice to enamored waves,
sweet roses that taste of blooming.
Not a commodity or investment, but an accumulation
of heaven, an ascension of light that mimics our voices,
and a memory that refutes the collapse into shivering.