February 2012
86 posts
late night freewrite
Taste my Rumi lips, do they ripen in sweetness when they touch yours? Feel the rhythm of my Neruda heart, have you touch the trembling of my stars or will you hide my moon in your shadows? Listen to my Langston voice, can you hear the music of the city as I whispers its words to your ears? Waft the scent of my Robles body, does it linger the fragrance of carabaos and hint the perfume of sampaguita...
“لست وحيدا أبدا
كلّ مافي الأمر
انني
صرت رفيقا لوحدتي
I am not alone -
the...”
– Abboud al-Jabiri, Iraqi poet (via lightwithinme)
___ will stare at ___ sitting on the bed with ___ spine leaned against the wall, ___ will wonder how much of ___self will ___ need to give up to be with ___. ___ will take notice of the worry on ___ face, invite ___ to sit between ___ legs; ___ will stand biting ___ bottom lip contemplating ___ hesitation; ___ will give a playful smirk wave ___ over to be near ___ , ___ gives in to ___ charm. ___...
“Boys are told from a young age that whatever they do will be excused under the...”
– http://yesmeansyesblog.wordpress.com/2011/01/03/the-nonexistent-terrible-horrible-no-good-very-bad-consequences-of-enthusiastic-consent/ (via 2222222222222222222222)
“I do not have to win in order to know my dreams are valid, I only have to...”
– Audre Lorde
The Cancer Journals
(via thistr3reads)
“When we are silent, we are still afraid. So it is better to speak remembering we...”
– Audre Lorde (via hateshiploveship)
freewrites
2-15 Do no forget the different reasons she keeps you, which presses her lips against your face affectionately offering a moment of endearment. Remember her meaning and value she brings in your life, pull her close to your mouth reminding her that she is always loved.
2-16 Do I dare look at for who you are. That shell appreciated by all, the appearance that makes you afraid of yourself. Spirit...
“It is not always important that I understand why I write, rather it is important...”
– Lorenz Dumuk
Spent the day writing poems to myself
I will touch the side of my gut feel the vines of stretch marks trace them with my fingers and forgive the years I spent hating the shape of my figure. I offer to heal the wounds I’ve maliciously cut out of habit let me thread this flesh and skin with my love.
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There’s something cute about Lorenz. Stares at a mirror so he can smile at himself....
“One day all my artistic talents will meet up with my artistic visions. When...”
– Lorenz Dumuk
Hip Hop Feeding Time
Starting writing this while I was in a townhall meeting with some of San Jose’s premier Hip Hip artists and wonderful folks part of that community. Much love to all those who put it down for Hip Hop, who not only produce and create it, but work hard to give it to the people.
Hip Hop Feeding Time DJ’s chummed the crowd with beats hoping some lyrical sharks would smell the invitation and...
The Scar Project (link) →
Saw my friend post this website up and I really love the motivation behind this project as well as the heartfelt photos produced from this project.
Got this off their mission statement on their website:
The SCAR Project is a series of large-scale portraits of young breast cancer survivors shot by fashion photographer David Jay. Primarily an awareness raising campaign, The SCAR Project...
Anonymous asked: what's the non-meaning of life? holla at your boy!!!
Ode To Whitney Houston
Whitney, your voice always mesmerize me into a trance, enchants me with its piercing range, leaves imprints of it’s presence on my soul. Whitney, in the 80’s you made my mom and aunties watch you at award shows wondering what different dress you’ll put on next, never letting the clothes wear you, a reason why you looked gorgeous every time. Whitney, your songs echoed with your...
“Today I confessed to my 50 yr old co-worker that I was afraid to love. She told...”
– best advice ever. (via nikiesco
)
Audio Files of the poems "Fat," "Empathy," and... →
RJ and the folks at Apex Express were kind enough to post up the audio files from my interview with them.
