A half minute on the phone for a political canvassing effort sparks a cascade of personal reactions and perspectives. I'm selectively presenting these interpretations of what actually happened. These particular perspectives out of the variety may offer some insights into how a power struggle can manifest. The logic between two people playing a silly game within a serious context. That is racism and its progenitor- the impetus for control.

September 30th, 2008, a Tuesday evening... read more

Moving like moth and monkey
impulses spark
the tyranny of time i may step aside into a smooth mist of a moment
smells of minerals become complex molecules in vegetables and animals
I fill space via sound of voice throughout the city canyon
conversing in echo, a city emphatic paraphrases back, if its clear and Loud ENOUGH ENOUGH ENOUGH NOUGH UGH GH H h h
move as molasses in the bustling cosmopolitan masses
spark and flow
oh! go!
go!
NOW GO!
YaEah!
Run amuk
run and jump
leap and... read more

Another night in a place sprawling with plants growing
Asymmetric sculptures of shadow
They hold in swaying caress particles of stars and pieces of moon
What do i feel
This tingling in my torso when my eyes touch the trees
Vibrancy
Life force
Wonder of it
As if a plant were to bloom from without my chest
To greet the companions about me
Am i something of a plant whose roots are my mind
moving slower is my second nature
moving quicker my animal nature
i am nature
we are one

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How many poems and prose offer the celestial bodies as reference to the author's beloved. Now really, I can believe it. Feelings of being at home in this vast mysterious cosmos. On the soft rumpled sand of a beach, in a caress of balmy gentle breeze, witness to scintilating heaven, embraced by the endless dark mystery, I am at home in this vastness. As in love, the warm familiar, yet forever unfolding into the edges of the unknown.
When I think of her it is as I recall these feelings for th... read more

I am in love and my love knows not.
She cares but little and has no want.
These are the times
When million dollar pop songs are born.
Pop songs never die
They just get old
And fade away.
Like this sadness.
This sadness can go its way.
Now thats country.
You see how the sad can go.
But which way not do we for certain know.
My open heart has walls with wide open windows
that lets one flutter or linger,
Be it fly, bird or the tempest outdoors.
Come on collin lets dance in this ra... read more