I love the Fountain

I Love the Fountain by Abigail Scott

I love the fountain because
it is so much fun

I love the fountain because it's the one place
where mom can't say
Don't get your shoes dirty, abigail

I love the fountain, even the way it sounds.

I love the fountain because
when you open your mouth
you are bound to catch at least one drop
or maybe a whole bunch of drops

I love the fountains because
everyone gets wet when they play in the fountain

even mom and dad

It's rain with sun.

I love the fountain!

And it's my favorite place because
mom and dad get in the fountain and yell and shout

because they think I'm going to drown

but I'm not.

It's just a fountain.

Rosie the Riveter by Sylvia Leigh

That's all aprt of the red, white, and blue
Working for victory.
Rosie the Riveter is my name,
kicking ass is my game.

Real name's Carol. That Rosie the Riveter shit
was just for them posters.

And, yes, before you starts asking
I know I how to cook
and I know how to clean
and no, I don't intend on doing either.

See I got this boyfriend...
his name's Chuck
and Chuck is a Marine
which means he knows how to do two things -
Fuck and Fight,
and boy can he
fight.

I love Chuck
Really, I do,
you know, we's gonna get married
soon as Chuck comes back from that war

But until that day comes

I'm filling in for good old Chuck.
See what I don't tell Chuck is
I've been working overtime on this here rivet machine...

See that handy dandy gun over there?
Without that gun
how do you think Chuck would fight them bad guys?

Ahmadiniejad speaks plainly to Obama

In the name of God, the Compassionate, the Merciful

Mr. Barack Obama

President-elect of the United States of America

I congratulate you on having gained the majority of the votes of those who took part in the election. As you know, the chances that God gives to his subjects pass swiftly. They can be used for the perfection of humanity and to the benefit of nations or, God forbid, to the detriment of nations.

I hope you will choose to honor the real interests of people and justice and equity over the insatiable appetites of the selfish minority. Use this chance to serve to the extent you can. And leave a good name behind for yourself.

People expect an immediate and clear response to the pressure for fundamental change in the American government's policies, both foreign and domestic. This is the desire of all the world's nations and of the American nation as well, and it should be the objective and basis of all your future government's programs and actions.

On the one hand, the American nation, which has spiritual inclinations, expects your government to focus its energy and will on serving the people; dealing with the current economic crisis; restoring the country's standing, morale and hope; eradicating poverty and discrimination; and renewing respect for individuals, their safety and their rights. It also expects policies that will strengthen the foundations of the family -- part of the teachings of the holy prophets, who are also revered in America.

On the other hand, the nations of the world expect an end to policies based on warmongering, invasion, bullying, trickery, the humiliation of other countries by the imposition of biased and unfair requirements, and a diplomatic approach that has bred hatred for America's leaders and undermined respect for its people. They want to see actions based on justice, respect for the rights of human beings and nations, friendship and non-intervention in the affairs of others. They want the American government to keep its interventions within its own country's borders.

In the sensitive Middle East region, in particular, the expectation is that the unjust actions of the past 60 years will give way to a policy encouraging full rights for all nations, especially the oppressed nations of Palestine, Iraq and Afghanistan.

The great civilization-building and justice-seeking nation of Iran would welcome major, fair and real changes, in policies and actions, especially in this region.

If steps are taken in the path of righteousness, toward the goal of carrying out the teachings of the holy prophets, it is hoped that almighty God will help and that the enormous damage done in the past will be somewhat diminished.

I ask the high God to grant all of humanity and all nations health and happiness, honor and prosperity, and to grant rulers and officials the ability to learn from the past and to use every chance to serve, to spread love and kindness, to eradicate oppression, to do justice and to follow the holy guidelines.

Mahmoud Ahmadiniejad

Entry X

Skin taut
over edges of bones fragments
the remnants
Sewn together with a
lace of leather
and spine

skin taut
is still smooth.

smooth enough
to persuade an audience
into a security
that does not exist

frayed ends of twine
spark a blaze of fear
and a willingness
to give up everything
so it can be safe.

fear cannot touch
the bag of bones i am
translucent flesh on brittle framework
pulls itself tgoether (from the inside)
for fear of fearing

terrorist bombs blaze
tearing into the sacks
of flesh and bone
forgotten humans
of a forgone humanity
lives lost so
WE THE PEOPLE OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
garner payback, retribution, idiocracy.

terrorists bombs blaze and
burn the pride of an american people
never more content with giving up
fundamental freedoms or
the right to keep one's thoughts
to one's self.

I'm only going to say this once,
and at the end of a long poem nonetheless.

9/11 WAS an inside job. The United States Government lies to its people to justify the removal of our basic rights. Some speculate that the phrase, "Al Quaeda" never existed before 9/11 and the media frenzy to place blame.
If you don't believe me, look at Pearl Harbor, the incident that justified US entry into WWII. In the weeks before Pearl Harbor, FDR took an especially aggressive stance toward Japan, severing trade agreements and the like. When the Japanese navy sent their destroyer fleet to Pearl Harbor, Australian patrols notified the US gov't WEEKS before the Japanese arrived. We had more than ample warning - which was purposely ignored by our leader. We all know that Pearl Harbor not only cost so many lives itself, but also prompted the slaughter of our soldiers during WWII. Obviously, we can't trust our PRESIDENTS to respect the sanctity of human life. Humans are not tools to make money with, you fucking assholes. We're HUMANS, and our lives are PRECIOUS. Get over the war-fever, you conservative fuckheads. You respect the "rights" of an unborn fetus, yet willingly send your own children to kill and be killed.

Our government currently has the right to arrest you, without reason, and hold you indefinitely in a place undisclosed to anyone. They can torture you, since we have openly violated the Geneva Conventions and resort to waterboarding. They have the right to enter your home without warning or warrant, and use the evidence from this unlwaful entry to incriminate you. They have the ability to monitor every word you speak, your driving habits, your internet actions. They have even justified the use of cameras on literally every street corner at traffic lights. Next time you're stopped at a red light, look at the utility poles until you see the camera that will be OBVIOUSLY recording you. Give it a big ol' fuck you for me.
That being said, it should be made known that before 9/11, our government was unable to legally do any of the above (although they probably would have anyway). It is through a strategy of fear and mistrust of our worldly neighbors that our government convinced us to give up our most basic right - the right to privacy.


If you think this isn't a problem, I'd like you to read 1984. And if you don't think that a situation like that could ever be possible...look around you. Try turning off your telescreen. Try going anywhere without being monitored. It won't happen, my friend.

And so ends my diatribe.

Good night and good luck.

For you...

The trees
speak to me.
The moss
speaks to me,
calling for my head to find its home.
I will lie in the dew and dream of a time
without time,
an ageless age behind
a gateless gate.
Join me here in my womb.

Join me in what creates
the intermost musings of man,
join me in what shapes you,
me,
and us.
Help me to carve out a place
in a land where the soil
sticks to my shovel instead of itself.

I dream of your hand cupping my face
in my sleep
I watch you watch me
and I know that what you see
is what I see.
I see wombs and birth,
I see pain and war,
I see death.
I see the tombs we've created for ourselves.
The money-man and the loss
of a place to call home.

With you in my head,
I cannot see the dark side
of anything.
With you in my head,
I cannot escape the rising sun
and the horizon that creeps to entangle me
in its wayward arms and digits.
I see only your arms.

I see your arms, reaching out
to me
from the land in which I was born.
Your hands are the rays of sun
warming my peaks,
my valleys,
my plains.
Your hands breathe a hope
onto a tundra long deserted.

You are my sun rising.
You are the dawn of a new age.
You are the arms that hold me
in my sleep,
sleep that brings you again to me.

Once I watched you sleep
and saw a possibility
bloom in your eyelids.
I watched the world create itself.
I watched the way you watched me.

You shine into me
and light me up from inside.
I cannot explain how I am tied to you
only that I am.
Let these bonds strengthen with age
and weather the passing of days
so that every night,
we can look over one another in a deep sleep.

Let us pass into sleep together and
cease to watch one another
watching.

Let us join paths,
looking together into the horizon,
at the sun that beams light onto our faces.
Let us look outward at the world together.

The world will look at us together,
and the world approves.

I've seen this all in your eyelids,
just before I kissed them.










ps -

Once I mouthed the words
that urge my lips to speak.
They fell from my clumsy attempt at a rescue,
onto your smooth forehead from my lips.
You did not notice the fumbling,
awkward touching of my lips to your skin.

You slept.
I watched.



Know that I only watch over the things that ask me to watch them, so keep asking.
Know that the way I feel about you...
it's nothing that's ever written poetry like this.
It's everything you put into me given back to you
and more.

Maybe gonna write

my phone died
when i was telling you
how wonderful you are

my friends think you're great,
and it really humbles me
to be your girlfriend.

You have
invigorated me
for the long winter,
made me ache to
feel the cold in my lungs
as I tippy-toe to kiss you.


When you look at me
I can't breathe
because I've never seen anyone
see me that way.

Maybe it's childish,
but I thought romance was dead.
I never wanted to be
swept off my feet
or taken unawares
and somehow,
you did both without pissing me off.
(haha)

Years have passed since
I've felt warm.
These toasty lips of mine
want to thank yours

I know this sounds
elitist,
but I never thought
I'd find so much...
of everything I've really been longing for
in a math major.

:D

But I am so glad I did.

You balance me,
you keep me standing on my own two feet,
if only so that I can reach up and kiss you.

Thank you so much for everything you've done for me. You've given me gifts that mean more to me than I am capable of telling you right now. I already can't see the screen because I'm trying not to cry.
And a tear just fell onto my hoodie.
Yes, the red one.
I have rediscovered laughter, and smiles, and cuddles, and kisses, and warm beds. I am learning what it's like to fall for a math major.

So here's a formula for you...

(U + me) / distance
______________
(temp in my bed when you're there) - (average temp of my bed)

=

The heat it takes to melt this girl's cold heart.

Mulan by Sylvie Leigh

I put away my silks
and took up my sword.
I wore my hair short
And bound my breasts.
Instead of his blessing
I carried the name of my father
On my back like my shield.

Sword in hand,
I fought
Men twice my age
Men my father’s age
from the back of a horse
Four times my size
I learned a man’s touch
from the blows of his sword.

I fought in battle next to the best of men
Not one knew I was not one of them
I was not one of them

My hair kept shorn
Close to my face
To hide behind my mask.
I lost myself.

I lost on some battlefield
Along with my blood
The ability to heal the wounds inside
With warmth
Like a woman does.

Ten years in the bitter cold
taught me
The foolishness of silk.
The long winters
stripped me to solid core,
My warrior spirit,


I was a warrior
Not a woman
I was a warrior
Not a woman
But I was.

When I returned home after ten years,
My favorite silk kimono
Still hung by my bedroom door.
And my hair grew back.
And my hands grew soft.

But I did not.