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A MODERN ROMANCE
Created on 2004-02-11 01:56:42 (#2179823), last updated 2006-04-01
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Basic Info| Name: | Child Of The Night, Son Of The Moon |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 04-20 |
| Location: | Syracuse, New York, United States |
| Website: | You Should Be In My Space |
BioMy purpose:
to make my soul
rhyme with my...
mind
OVER
matter
minds create matter
minds create fiction
as a matter of fact
as if matter were fact
matter is fact
so spirit must be fiction
SCIENCE-fiction
ART-fiction
META-fiction
(Saul Williams)
I am a poet who composes what the world proses and proses what the world composes
(Kahlil Gibran)
Excerpt from Anthem (Ayn Rand)
And here, over the portals of my fort, I shall cut in stone the word which is to be my beacon and my banner. The word which will not die, should we all perish in battle. The word which can never die on this earth, for it is the heart of it and the meaning and the glory.
The Sacred word: EGO
"Memory of the Dead"[Land of Liberty]
wealthy vampires
with the cold hands of executioners
execute
executive decisions
determined to destroy
what 1 million women, children, and men
1910
died, drowning in the rage of battle.
mothers, half naked
infants clutching thier necks
running frantically
tripping over the bodies of their sons
teeth gnashing
swinging machete
spitting blood and mud, and screaming:
land, and liberty!
were erased.
buried and burned
along with the memory of the dead
along with the ejido.
with the smooth stroke of a pen
and with the ghost of Nixon present in their eyes
they smiled.
and pronounced the omnipitence
of the free market
the profits of profit
extending the scurge of columbus and pizarro
the freedom to buy things you can never afford
the freedom for indians to buy corn that once flourished overgrown in their backyards
the freedom to die of curable disease
the freedom to watch their children's stomachs swell and burst
the freedom to starve and die
without land
or liberty
but Ramona, with eyes of obsidian
peering through her blood and sweat drenched mask
darding, unseen
changing direction with the swiftness of a bird
through the shanty's of the canyon
with every coyote, every insect, every phylum of life
urging her, propelling her forward.
the leaves and branches of the forest
part for miles, clearing her path
the voices and screams of the dead beneath her feet
echo in the deepest chasm of her soul
hurling her, toward the city
history surging through her veins
pulsing through her fingers
hurling her, towards the city
she caresses her trigger
and the words of magome fulfil her being
and with each shot she fires, she affirms her movement
saying:
enough! enough!
no!
I will see my own blood flow
before you take my land...or my liberty
(Zack de la Rocha)
to make my soul
rhyme with my...
mind
OVER
matter
minds create matter
minds create fiction
as a matter of fact
as if matter were fact
matter is fact
so spirit must be fiction
SCIENCE-fiction
ART-fiction
META-fiction
(Saul Williams)
I am a poet who composes what the world proses and proses what the world composes
(Kahlil Gibran)
Excerpt from Anthem (Ayn Rand)
And here, over the portals of my fort, I shall cut in stone the word which is to be my beacon and my banner. The word which will not die, should we all perish in battle. The word which can never die on this earth, for it is the heart of it and the meaning and the glory.
The Sacred word: EGO
"Memory of the Dead"[Land of Liberty]
wealthy vampires
with the cold hands of executioners
execute
executive decisions
determined to destroy
what 1 million women, children, and men
1910
died, drowning in the rage of battle.
mothers, half naked
infants clutching thier necks
running frantically
tripping over the bodies of their sons
teeth gnashing
swinging machete
spitting blood and mud, and screaming:
land, and liberty!
were erased.
buried and burned
along with the memory of the dead
along with the ejido.
with the smooth stroke of a pen
and with the ghost of Nixon present in their eyes
they smiled.
and pronounced the omnipitence
of the free market
the profits of profit
extending the scurge of columbus and pizarro
the freedom to buy things you can never afford
the freedom for indians to buy corn that once flourished overgrown in their backyards
the freedom to die of curable disease
the freedom to watch their children's stomachs swell and burst
the freedom to starve and die
without land
or liberty
but Ramona, with eyes of obsidian
peering through her blood and sweat drenched mask
darding, unseen
changing direction with the swiftness of a bird
through the shanty's of the canyon
with every coyote, every insect, every phylum of life
urging her, propelling her forward.
the leaves and branches of the forest
part for miles, clearing her path
the voices and screams of the dead beneath her feet
echo in the deepest chasm of her soul
hurling her, toward the city
history surging through her veins
pulsing through her fingers
hurling her, towards the city
she caresses her trigger
and the words of magome fulfil her being
and with each shot she fires, she affirms her movement
saying:
enough! enough!
no!
I will see my own blood flow
before you take my land...or my liberty
(Zack de la Rocha)
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