Dreamdumpster’s 2013 “Government Quality Control” Opinion Census

Please pick one of the following statements from below:

I would like to see:

A.) My government keep “the lights on?”

B.) My government shut down, in what resembles a five year old child having a tantrum?

C.) My government accidentally start the zombie apocalypse (and possible intergalactic battle) leading to universal peace?

Please leave vote and comments below…and have a revolutionary-kind-of-day!!

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A Haiku With a Spine

A Haiku With a Spine

Have integrity,
No matter what the crowds jeer,
You stand with yourself.

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Never War

Never War

War!
I tell you!
War!
It is everywhere.
In every cell in body
Down to the blood drenched soil, I stand upon.

Yet, there are no dead?
They are all here
All alive…
Well, alive in body, anyway.
And their race will go on.

But I stand here, still.
With iron-clad heart.
With flags waving,
And weapons drawn,
Waiting to fight.
Fight what?
Fight who?
A Never War.
With never One.

I wish to breath the air outside these aged defenses.
For I grow weary of this empty siege,
This stifling armor,
And this cumbersome sword.

As I drop this metal soul to my feet,
I find I stand on dry, bloodless ground.
Standing right in the spot of a Never War.
That never was.

In that case,
It is time to go Home.

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יִשְׂרָאֵל

יִשְׂרָאֵל

Dear One, come!
Climb roof tops with me,
Discover some mystery.

Take my hand!
And take this risk!
Let us smash false idols buried deep within our souls.
Ones we were once so desperate to look to…To cling to.

For today, I am a God Wrestler!
And from my mouth cries the voice of freedom!
Can you hear?

I have defeated the iron fist
I used to keep myself shackled from love,
And in doing so I have set myself free.
I have set us free.

And now I can love you as I do myself:
Calmly,
Equally,
Unconditionally.

For today, I am a God Wrestler!
And from my mouth sings the voice of love!
Can you hear?

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The End of the Best Worst Day

The End of Best Worst Day

So this is how it’s gonna be
You with a gun and me with a car
No one could stop us
Except the demons inside
That ate us from within

We were on top of the world
Well, the little snow globe we created, anyway.
And it was nice,
At least for a second.
Before it slipped from our hands
And that little glass world shatter before us.

And the demons inside kept on feasting
And we kept on driving,
As far from the truth as possible
Blasting “Tomorrow Wendy”
Singing as loud as we could,
“Hey, hey, good bye.
Tomorrow Wendy’s going to die.”
Hoping to drowned out the pathetic cries of the demons within us trying to tear free.

So this is how it’s gonna be
You with a gun and me with a car
No one could stop us
Except the demons inside
That ate us from within

And we’ve finally made it to the edge of this cliff,
Like the most forgettable version of Thelma and Louise, ever imagined.
We’re like a half eaten wedding cake
Long before the vows have been spoken.
Only do we go off the edge together?
Or does one of us pull that gun
And save our own ass?
Screw it…
Grab….
Aim…
Shoot.
Fuck your bad vibes… I’m out.

(Thanks to Miss Susanna for the amazing pic and the late night pep talks, during these days of double masters and life quandaries. Much love)

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Jericho’s Walls

MudBrickWall

The trumpets called,
But Jericho’s walls never did fall.
Those were just soothing fables told to create instant gratification,
In a world born of chaotic wandering.

But these false tales of triumph were not lies built on malice and trickery,
Rather a way for us to fool ourselves that we had done all our work,
So we might appear in the norm.
So we might walk alongside the masses and be as one of the tribe.

Although, Fortress walls take years to build
And even longer to destroy,
Brick by brick they can be brought to rubble.
Till the day we reach our inner most treasure
And the trumpets can call at the fall of Jericho’s walls.

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Food For Thought

Food For Thought

I crave layer cake
a mind like a diamond
Rich like Couverture chocolate
A someone worth wasting my time

I crave Tournedos Rossini
a body like woven steel
Dripping in the fat of ecstasy
A someone who will stop my heart beating

I crave potato soup
a heart like a goose down comforter
Delicate with compassion and honesty
A someone whose loyalty I trust

I crave Tanyang Gongfu
A soul like an ocean wave
Old like the earth, but youthful as the wind
A someone who’s had words with God…

I crave layer cake.

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Dawdling in Haiku

Dawdling in Haiku

So much work to do
I wonder who’s on Facebook
Procrastination

“Procrastination is like masturbation, in the beginning it feels good, but in the end, you’re just f***ing yourself!”-Michael McCarthy

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Tides

Tides

Tonight, I dreamt the ocean was our backyard
And salted air flowed through our bodies, along side our blood.
In the beginning, we were as free as the tides

Climbing wet rocks, we would make up the tallest of tales,
Never expecting them to turn into lies for the numbing.
Always racing one another to the shore.
Last one there gets left behind.
You always let me win.

Wearing my faces
Wearing my places
Trying to be me
Never good enough to wear your own face.
You always let me win.

But the tides have shifted,
And you find yourself left only with you
As open and as free as the sea
With no one to race or leave behind, but yourself
So now who will you let win?

Tonight, I dreamt the ocean was our backyard
And salted air flowed through our bodies, along side our blood.
In the beginning, we were as free as the tides.

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Elopement From Eden

Elopement From Eden

I have no convictions to the trials I have created.
From the same well we have sprung.
From the same addiction we were bred.

We were as the Children of Eden,
Craving to be nourished from that which enlightens.
Needing only to open our eyes to become illuminated.
Fearing our own cull to take deaf ears on misleading words of concern, created by fatuous oligarchs.
We risked our ostracism… Our abandonment… Our non existence.

But these imaginary commandments, kept us in self flagellation.
Fearing damnation, we surrendered our desire to Know.
And in time, the oppressive regimes we venture to defeat,
Were nothing more than reflections from disfigured mirrors.
Each face appearing different, but the demon was always the same.

I take no pity on your personal trials.
For I have faced this jury, as well and walked this prison’s row.
I risked knowing the unknown and embraced my banishment,
And I can no longer close my eyes.
Once open, we can no longer go back to the ignorant darkness,
subscribing to regulated words drenched in deceit.

But fret not, Friend.
You have not been left in this drudgery alone.
For I am always close.
Just on the other side of Eden’s Walls
Hoping for the day you realize this blindness is self inflicted,
And all you need do is blink… And you will see me.

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