Just some 11:30 thoughts

peace is such a strange concept. i think few ever think of it too. not that i am trying to be all high and mighty. but does it fit into our daily lives? for the most part im sure we could fit it in, is it that hard to love one another for who we are? isnt that the first step?
but no, we have the time to flash a peace sign with our hands for a myspace photo, but why dont we have the time to act upon it? the united states as a whole needs to reconsider what peace is. personally i get annoyed when people dont respect their own peers, and have the nerve to be a hypocrite. if you're going to be this angry person full of hate, then just admit it. dont walk around promoting something you know nothing about. the last thing i need to have in my mind is two fingers sticking up in ignorance.

that feeling of leftovers

you criticize my words--
the spot inside my brain
that holds them all.

here i am telling you
how it is.
and you're there
telling me how
it really
isn't at all.

i feel like dry paint
on this wall
i feel like the sweat
you wipe off your brow
when bad luck clutches your
veins like a rope
cut me now
cut me off

Incomplete Mapwork

Naive eyes follow naive hearts,
To the grand canyon
To find out,
Nothing about anything
Of everything
Is grand at all.

Our freedom is determined by
How much we really want it.
We sink to crevices of time,
and how it has molded us.

I once was a carefree spirit,
And now these dead plains,
These GREAT plains,
In Manitoba
turn girls wild.
Turn me wild.

The miles of pattern-less grass,
Curl into my spine.
I press down reality
For these small
short
moments.

The luxury of happiness,
is miles away.
In the sunglasses of Hollywood,
We want our reflection.
Eyelashes batting in lust,
Lips stained with cliches,
I could never take part in.

We are bound by the measurements
Of our hips.
I am done with your charts,
Of worth
Imprisoning us
Between grass and sky.

The Optic Nerve (Redone a bit)

The sunshine falls on your shoulders
You carry it from class to class,
to home
then to sleep
nesting it in your retina
The weight of this warmth.
You never fall to the ground
despite the heavy reality,

Of one fact:
Life is ugly,

A grotesque place
With hate bleeding from the gums,
Ready to Spit it into your face.
Even those
"friends"
have a new and innovative way to hurt.
Stabbing you in front:
It's much more effective.

You laugh at the rain
and dance for the thunder
commanding the lightning
to come and find you.
It hits you every time in the heart-
Pumping more
and more
Love
to the solar plexus
of your being.

For every negative thought
festering in this world,
you emit a thousand
more positive ones
And I swear, one of these days,
This world will be drowning
in the happiness
You pour out
Not one person will complain
about getting drenched.

The road ahead
is still a blueprint
waiting to be edited
and re-edited
Until its so marked up
There's no plan at all.

Then, when theres no where left to go
you'll follow the path
waiting to be paved.
It's only a matter of time--
Soon your home called nature
will be a 3 story home
3 car garage
Of one lonley inhabitant.

And wait for more tax dollars
to be spent
Another forest to tear down
And yet another
dream for you to build up.

You've got a head full of light,
shining through your eyes.
Turned upside down
and right side up
in a matter of seconds.

A blink,
a fast shutter speed
To record those beautiful snapshots.
Pasted into your memory
File, Save.

A face with two meanings
For you to grow on
One day you'll see
Both sides are all kinds of beautiful
All sides are a role model

Today is real,
tangible:
With tangos, and the tangerines
sent sweet straight to the retina.
Today is
a living and breathing being--
With its branches stretched up to the sky
Your arms join in
in celebration.