I’ve learned to run towards anything and everything in life
Now most things will fall short because you can’t win all the time
But I will keep running towards what I want because you can’t truly lose
Until you’re dead

the funny thing about laws is that they hold no real weight beyond fear. I mean all laws of society and man. We tend to look at the laws of nature as though they are a force to be manipulated without consequence and we have things such as global warming, destruction of the Monarch Butterfly, immeasurable damage done to our water from things such as oil spills, and the list goes on.Though the laws of society and man, we fear them more. These are the rules andlaws put into place to restrain ourselves from each other, but have createdprisons of the mind and body. Like God, and Gods they have no real power acceptfor the belief in them. In this we have doomed ourselves. We have allowed ourselvesto be manipulated and victimized. In the victimization all we have learned is to pass this to the next generation and make it so much worse each time. Somepeople whole-heartedly stand against war, but would rather vote and choose to try and fix it by the broken means we have put into place. Hamsters on thewheel tiring ourselves out trying to reach the other side of hope. We say thatit is a horrible thing that people need to starve, and struggle.  Yet we secretly gawk as we drive by our shame trying to not see what our choices have made. We drive by and then perhaps dropsome coin in the bucket when the bells ring at the supermarket during winterholidays. We blame others across the world for taking our jobs, when theythemselves are hungry too. Yet we still praise great cult leaders such as Jobsfor their innovations in the next trinket. I am not so naïve to think that I ambeyond being this kind of hypocrite, but remember laws have no power unless webelieve. Nothing will change unless we stop believing in the fear that we help perpetuate.

These windmills blow to knock you back
Arms swing as the legs kick and move
Circlular damage to reach for floor and sky
Pogo motherfucker, let our kin know your there
We ain’t nothing but a generation formed of rags
Seperated from the box only smash it anyway
With our backs to the walls, we the animals
Vicious in our nature bite the hands that feed
Cause we question the intent of our masters
We are free on that floor as we move like savages
Chanting as though we are constantly at war
Endless in our struggle to drown in acceptance
Fashions and trends can be marketed out of existence
But these tunes which march in our hearts
Driving our heads to never stop questioning
Well , these tunes, our ways, our breed…

As former and slightly less ignorant person than I used to be. I am asking you to  check out this quote that I saw written by Terry Park one the Angry Asian Man Blog “People who say: “Let’s bomb______.”” Now in that moment that you were reading that and probably filling in the blanks with many asshole comments. Think about all the times that may have crossed your mind or your lips over the years in anger/ignorance, or perhaps you heard someone else say it in a conversation with you. Then you did nothing or said nothing to stop or correct it. Bow your head in shame, then move forward.

15 Minutes of fame or 5 minutes of revolution
Which paper tiger will you ride into the night
Anger flares in indignation for television atrocities
If it’s not twittered the truth is not quite out there
Like fashions that creep with slithering paychecks
Upon the backs of corporate made celeberties

Cause your ability to copy and whine
Sets your bourgeoisie ass apart
Becoming the ultimate distraction
As devils dance upon humanities tears
Cause in 5 minutes your so called revolution
Will just be another notch on your resume
Another reason to look away from dirty hands
Can’t save the world, bitter and whithered

But for 15 minutes we are offered a voice
Don’t let it be drowned out like a deer in the headlights
Cause those 15 minutes can change the world
Fuck the lights because from ashes rise
Spread like a virus upon their system
Tell them all we are free men, women, and children
Pass on that which causes us so much pain

Don’t just rise above the rest
Take all the motherfuckers with you
For the love of being alive
For the love of the battle
Peace, War, and Chaos

Is it innocence or ignorance?

Simplicity in the daily line of questions

“What country are you from?”

As if the uncomfortable grin on my face

Did not truly hide the disgust

“No I meant what country were you born?”

This just slides off ones tongue in reminder

That you are a foreigner in familiar land

“I didn’t mean to offend”

Haven’t you learned from generations of fear

Forgiveness, assimilation, and worthlessness

“Papers please”, “Do you salute the flag?”

As you stand against the proverbial wall

Line up to be counted and sent back

Hold on tight to your documents

Because the only thing the fascists and the commies

Ever really agreed on is the question of legitimacy

“Where were you born?”

Well my name isn’t Rudy and I know nothing of East LA

That line between innocence and ignorance faded

Go to sleep now, so you may rest your head
Tired from a long journey that you held as one
Carrier of just truth that only good men hold
No candles need be lit as your path is clear
Into the folds of memoies to join the past
Dream well my friend, you will be missed
I’ll still dream of a man that danced with lions
Ran as a hero through crowds of fire
Taming wild horses to grasp iron rings
Teacher of peace who never understood hate
Quietly I’ll dream that we laughed together again
Dream well my friend, you will be missed

Dear mr candidate for president. You are a dirtbag and god hates you. I know because i looked down when i was peeing and he told me so.

Good morning America
Just a gentle reminder here
That we are still at war!!!!
The cost is beyond any rhetoric
Sure we can be serverd up bits in the news
Stewed together in the swine pits
Of political offices and corporate news rooms
Its an election year
The scapegoat is the human psyche
The propaganda machine keeps you
Enraged just enough to pay attention
So the leaders of finance and politics
Can serve you up a big steaming pile
Of sunshine
It’s not as though we have soldiers
Assualting fellow Americans
We promote respect and tolerance
By publicly cleansing religious texts
Honoring the dead of our enemy
By zipping down, and lowering our heads
Shit we’ve seen the news head lines
How could those foreign bastards
Be so ungrateful
How could we have those on American soil
Foster so much discontent for freedom
Because our forefathers
Fought for everything our boys are dying for
Purchasing power, Dumbo, and a jackass
Freedom has its price boys and girls
Defining what freedom means to you
Appearently is not a matter of choice
Who cares though as long as the great Oz
Imparts his greedy wisdom apon you
Because we can find the truth in the all powerful
Comments of Facebook and Youtube anyway
Yes, humanity we are still at war
The question is, do you know why you are fighting?

There it goes again, smack right into my heart

I watched the blaring lights of the ambulance

As I grabbed onto my steering wheel just a little harder

I want to say that I miss the action and the excitement

But what I really miss is the heavy sorrow

The staunch reminder that my life could be worse

The bitter thankless thoughts of foolish bravery

I ate the fear and misery up like a wicked fuel

Then I felt the sharp pain in my spine

As though a gentle reminder that at times

Leaves me curled on the floor of my efficiency

Doing a lot better now that I don’t run toward danger

The most exciting years of my life I left behind

The viciousness that bares only unsharpened teeth

Filed down by a growing sense of responsibility

It’s a lonely thought to have to let go

Drugged up, amped up on tear through city

Nothing to stop me

Cause I had a license to not give a fuck