The Vigilant Robot

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I’ve got a lot of goals
and no will to complete them,
a lot of ambition
with no roots to grow a stem,
a future of greatness
but no desire for any gem,
success with no boundaries
just time filled with phlegm,
a life of no meaning
for this bored and angry femme,
fatigue so damn long
but much too weary to hem,
to eternal dark and silence
this, I will not condemn.






Flat Lines and Waves

Some poetry writing:

After life there comes death.
Death, like a sweet fruit—
firm with a light crunch, wet, unsubtle taste,

After death begins life.
Life like a hand abruptly removing the quiet—
forceful and loud, dry, soured awakening.

Digging feet into the ground,
Clawing for the moments before.
Before life,
before death,
before life.

Tightly composed.
Weighing down into the light of darkness.
The light of darkness before life,
before death,
before life.

The light of non conceived masses of being,
of blood that’s blood
and eggs that are eggs,
of truth that doesn’t exist
and breath that is not needed,
of a non-existing existence of nonexistence.

The light of darkness confirms the dark is lightness.
It’s a light of flat-lines in a place of chaos,
of mobility in a space of confinement,
of flame cleansing structure,
and water drowning faith,
of blinding power over-shining within,
of a knowledge over-consumed,
of a whiteness too impure,
of fire consuming all.

We are here.

Dear Obama, It’s Been 12 Years; Close Gitmo!


Since January 2002, it has been twelve years since George Bush opened the prison at Guantanamo Bay. Barack Obama vowed to close it as part of his presidential campaign.

“As President, I will close Guantanamo, reject the Military Commissions Act and adhere to the Geneva Conventions. Our Constitution and our Uniform Code of Military Justice provide a framework for dealing with the terrorists.”

When Obama assumed office in January of 2009, he again, vowed to close it within a year:

“This is me following through on not just a commitment I made during the campaign, but I think an understanding that dates back to our founding fathers, that we are willing to observe core standards of conduct, not just when it’s easy, but also when it’s hard.”

In a speech about national security in May 2009, Obama stated:

“instead of serving as a tool to counter terrorism, Guantánamo became a symbol that helped al-Qaeda recruit terrorists to its cause. Indeed, the existence of Guantánamo likely created more terrorists around the world than it ever detained.”

President Obama actually signed an “executive order” to close the prison.

It is now 2014, but the prison is still open. There are still over 150 men held without charges and with no trial, victims of gross human rights violations. I wrote this little poem for President Obama, which is on the way to the White House at the moment. Will he read it? Probably not. Will he read the other letter that I mailed to him? I doubt it. Will somebody read it? Possibly.

Winning the election of 2008,
Obama is President of the United States,
Campaigning on HOPE, speaking of CHANGE,
The freedom of Gitmo prisoners waits.

No trial, no charges, the injustice quite large,
There are a lot of grievances with which to charge,
Torture and violence are only a small part,
Will 2016 serve a dishonorable discharge?

Campaigning on promises meant to be broken,
The “first black President” is only a token,
To coat the citizens’ eyes with white paint,
And subdue their anger, keeping them soft-spoken.

It’s been twelve years so you think it may have worked,
But never fear a people continually jerked,
Their government, their system, filled to the brim with lies,
We are angry and outspoken and perpetually irked.

Enough is enough, tell the truth for once,
We are sick and tired of your imperialist stunts,
Close the prison at Guantanamo Bay,
Do it right now, not in six to twelve months.

We are disgusted with this empire that’s been built,
This country will crumble with all of its guilt,
You think you can outrun what history has taught,
But every empire eventually becomes unbuilt.

There is still time to make this one right decision,
You may scoff and laugh at our protests with derision,
But your term will be over in two short years,
Closing Guantanamo Bay should be in your vision.

Write your own letter this week or this month and tell the White House how you feel about this injustice, this gigantic waste of money, this horrible system we call the government of the United States and tell President Obama to close the prison at Guantanamo Bay.

Teenage Mathematical Nerd Poetry

While doing some cleaning today, I stumbled upon a poem—or love letter—that I wrote as a teenager. Wow, I used to be a really big math nerd.

Dear my little Polygon,

Our love is like your radius to my diameter. When we kiss, our lips become collinear. When we are together, it’s like we are symmetrical and forever inseparable. Every time I see you, it is like a secant through my heart. We are both the semicircles to a complete circle. You are the vector and I am the resultant vector. Forever is how long we will last, to infinity.

Love your little Diamond,


Uhmm… yeah. Even though it’s pretty nerdy, I kinda dig this. I’m guessing that I wrote this as a sophomore after being inspired by geometry class, but I really don’t remember. I think it’s actually pretty cute, but quite hilarious. Addressing a letter to an imaginary person who is metaphorically a polygon is pretty funny. Maybe I was really addressing a polygon. I’m not sure. I like the idea that I was writing to a geometric figure, so we’ll go with that. I’m actually missing mathematics right now.

We Forget

Tomorrow I will find nothing,
Lost in shadows and darkness,
The world so holy.
So lonely.
Truth comes forward like heaven on a rainbow.
Clouds dissipating into unopen arms.
Torrential rainfall like none the world has ever seen.
The ground cracked and crumbling.
Fingertips grasping ledges to which they can’t even hold on.
But holding nonetheless.
The asphalt curls and rumbles,
Flattening structures like demolition without the explosion.
The people are blind.
The world is white, bricks and metal no longer an obstruction.
Destroyed or cleansed is the argument.
Building anew the goal.
And waiting for destruction yet again.
We create war. We create worlds. We destroy souls.
And we forget.
This world is not ours to keep.

365 Images of Social Justice: Week 1

Before 2012 ended, I decided that I would do some sort of creative activity every single day of the 2013 year. I decided that I would create an image referencing a social justice movement or related activity occurring on that day. Most of the images would be montages to represent the complexity of the movement for justice. Below is the first week of images.


January 1 (1959), Cuban Revolution

January 2 (1975), Police execution of Siraj Sikder, revolutionary leader of what is now Bangladesh

January 3 (1793), Birth of Lucretia Mott, an American Quaker who fought for women’s rights and the end of slavery

January 4 (1948), Day of Burma’s Independence from British colonization; Burma, now known as Myanmar, is under military rule today, causing the people to fight for freedom

January 5 (2013), Idle No More protest at the US-Canada border (British Columbia-Washington) & throughout Canada for the rights of the Indigenous; Chief Theresa Spencer of the Attawapiskat First Nation helps lead the movement; Stephen Harper will meet with First Nation leaders to discuss an Aboriginal rights treaty next week.

January 6 (2012), Protest on NYC Mayor Bloomberg’s block and mansion in defense of free speech and support of journalists covering Occupy Wall Street who have been targeted by the NYPD

January 7 (2009), Protest in Oakland against police brutality and the murder of Oscar Grant by BART Police; day of Oscar Grant’s funeral