Dumping some poems I've written and never posted...


To love her is to die
Not the death of an innocent but
The death of a villain
Gruesome, tormented, pained
And yet... I eagerly await it
For this little-death has evaded me
Far, far too long... and having it
Means never wanting to surrender it
Craving it the way I crave life
I embrace it, though each time I must
Surrender and be sundered by her
And sundered I am, burned from within
Flames that claw their way to the surface
I would bleed for her if she wished.


Walking, darkened doorways beckon
Grasping hands of bodies not yet buried
Transitory life, headed to an end

Talking, longing leaves us alone
Fears realized of goals left unachieved
Temporary death, measured in minutes

When nothing matters, everything dies
When nothing matters, everything dies
When everything matters, everyone cries


The hidden speaks to me
It reveals itself in many ways.
And yet...
The obvious is best hid from me.
For I look at it with oblivious eyes
Unseen is seen when the seen is missed.


I have been here before
Many times in the past
And though I know this place well
Every time, the differences outweigh
The similarities
For this is my dreamscape
And the water is not all that is fluid
The wavering lines of distant hilltops
Coupled with the lines I draw for myself
Dividing the land, dividing myself
And billow in the currented air.


Alone in a crowded place
Worlds within open up
Shadows dance in the absence of light
My heart longs for its companion
The better part of me
Love turned to ash whose flames have long since died
I long for the return which never comes
The return to self
All that remains is Death's embrace

The Return

The first time is always the best
It fills one with longing
Makes you strive to return
There is no returning
But it can be visited
Memory remains
A time of dancing
And song
The song still beats within


Stop. Go no further, do not advance.
Stop. Go on, and you risk losing yourself.
Stop. The further you advance, the surer the change.
Stop. Change is Death, a complete loss of current You.
Stop. Going further, you will die.
Stop. Wait. But then, what is there really to lose?
Wait. If this you dies, what does it matter?
Wait. For this you is already different from the one who began reading.
Wait. Why not keep going, keep growing, keep changing?
Wait. Go. Keep leaving the old behind, the dead, the former self.
Go. Go on and become more.
Go. Growth and change mean death, but also rebirth.
Go. Advance yourself.
Go. Just keep moving forward.

That's a selection of things I liked the best from a few months of writing, the most recent being STOP/GO written last Wednesday. I'm not as depressed nor emo as my poetry makes me sound, but there you have it.
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Congress wants to take away your internet.

Originally posted by dynamicsymmetry at Congress wants to take away your internet.
Folks, I know you're tired of me yelling at you, but you should be aware that there's a hearing this morning being held by the US House Judiciary Committee on a "copyright" bill that will essentially break the entire internet.

You like the internet, right? I mean, you're here.

From the link above:

As drafted, the legislation would grant the government and private parties unprecedented power to interfere with the Internet's domain name system (DNS). The government would be able to force ISPs and search engines to redirect or dump users' attempts to reach certain websites' URLs. In response, third parties will woo average users to alternative servers that offer access to the entire Internet (not just the newly censored U.S. version), which will create new computer security vulnerabilities as the reliability and universality of the DNS evaporates.

It gets worse: Under SOPA's provisions, service providers (including hosting services) would be under new pressure to monitor and police their users’ activities. While PROTECT-IP targeted sites “dedicated to infringing activities,” SOPA targets websites that simply don’t do enough to track and police infringement (and it is not at all clear what would be enough). And it creates new powers to shut down folks who provide tools to help users get access to the Internet the rest of the world sees (not just the “U.S. authorized version”).

This is being framed as an attempt to fight hackers and pirates. Don't buy it. And don't think for a minute that it's going to stop there. This is bad. And at the hearing today, only one opponent of the bill is being allowed to testify.

Please do whatever you can to fight this. Email congresspeople. Sign petitions. Yell about it in every venue you can.



Mississippi Personhood Amendment

Originally posted by gabrielleabelle at Mississippi Personhood Amendment
Okay, so I don't usually do this, but this is an issue near and dear to me and this is getting very little no attention in the mainstream media.

Mississippi is voting on November 8th on whether to pass Amendment 26, the "Personhood Amendment". This amendment would grant fertilized eggs and fetuses personhood status.

Putting aside the contentious issue of abortion, this would effectively outlaw birth control and criminalize women who have miscarriages. This is not a good thing.

Jackson Women's Health Organization is the only place women can get abortions in the entire state, and they are trying to launch a grassroots movement against this amendment. This doesn't just apply to Mississippi, though, as Personhood USA, the group that introduced this amendment, is trying to introduce identical amendments in all 50 states.

What's more, in Mississippi, this amendment is expected to pass. It even has Mississippi Democrats, including the Attorney General, Jim Hood, backing it.

The reason I'm posting this here is because I made a meager donation to the Jackson Women's Health Organization this morning, and I received a personal email back hours later - on a Sunday - thanking me and noting that I'm one of the first "outside" people to contribute.

So if you sometimes pass on political action because you figure that enough other people will do something to make a difference, make an exception on this one. My RSS reader is near silent on this amendment. I only found out about it through a feminist blog. The mainstream media is not reporting on it.

If there is ever a time to donate or send a letter in protest, this would be it.

What to do?

- Read up on it. Wake Up, Mississippi is the home of the grassroots effort to fight this amendment. Daily Kos also has a thorough story on it.

- If you can afford it, you can donate at the site's link.

- You can contact the Democratic National Committee to see why more of our representatives aren't speaking out against this.

- Like this Facebook page to help spread awareness.


Bedeviled Dreams...

How we lay in fallow fields,
How we face our crimes.
How we beg to feel no more...
How we dance in bedeviled dreams.

Do we advance to knowledged heights?
Do we fall to pain?
Do we end our painéd lives?
Do we dance in bedeviled dreams?

Can we see what is to be,
Can we see what is,
Can we know who we truly are?
Can we dance in bedeviled dreams.

Yes, we are all but lies,
Yes, we are but dust.
Yes, we all end in flame,
Yes, we dance in bedeviled dreams,
We dance those bedeviled dreams.

Well, this is new...

I feel... Fantastic. And that's odd. I'm pleased with my place in life, and this too is odd. And I'm happy for no reason other than that I'm happy... And that's just fuckin bizarre.

Today has been a good day. Started too early, but I was productive. Really productive. Even after it started too early I went back to bed until 1 pm. So I got shit done. That's new, as well.

And... I got new, hemp, which means new projects, which also makes me happy.

And.... That's all. BYE!
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Free the mind, and the body shall follow.

Right. So it's been a while. As usual, I've been procrastinating a lot. However, I have managed to begin a cult, other than the Cult of Me I often joke about. Well, half joke. It exists.

So. I'm thinking I need to seriously get back into writing my little poems. Because they're a good outlet when I'm in pain. And I've been in some pain lately, though few who know me know that. Like an idiot, I've been dwelling either in the past, or focusing way too far into the future. I can't help but feel if I start putting that pain down, turning it into something creative, turning the ugliness within into something beautiful, I'll feel better, and let go of the shit that I can do nothing about now.

And... I also decided I need to fucking tell people when I hurt. Because a brave face presented to the world is fine and good, but when I need to be told I'm being an idiot, so knock that shit off, no one knows to tell me.

In other news, I haven't been playing Rift nearly as much. I've been focused on other things, like my lovely knight-errant in her tarnished armor. Yeah yeah yeah, I'm hopeless, blah blah blah. Shut up, all of you imaginary readers! Anyway, when I do Rift, I still love it, so that's good.

I'm thinking this'll be all for now, but later today there may be a poem. Or not.