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Quadratic Equationhe's shaking and shouting
threatens to shave his head and
shed the concave up down
curves of his body in its
simplest radical form
god made him negative and
locked him down
"it's only imaginary
no roots or place in nature."
so he tried duct tape and bandages
because they say that fixes everything
like tiles and bones and
miles of stone
it all left red lines parallel to
his wide and angled rib cage
deep grooves that could be measured
on one convoluted grid
of pink and blue
"i can manage with the vertex.
give me fours or twenty fives or
one damn hundred."
he's just have to study
Give Peace a Chance
Give peace a chance
August 15th 1969. 450,000 people gather in Bethel, New York with one thing in common. One message for the world, best put into words by John Lennon: All we are saying, is give peace a chance. Or maybe by Jimi Hendrix, during the Woodstock Festival itself: Peace, love, and all that good shit. Flash to almost 40 years later. Thats where I am, right now, trying to give the world that same message. John Lennon said: Im never gonna stop saying how I feel. This man truly tried to bring peace and love into this world. On December 8, 1980 he was shot four times in the back with 38 caliber gun and died.
Peace? What does it really mean? What was it that John Lennon died for? The Webster Dictionary says: a state of tranquility or quiet. Id hardly call Woodstock quiet. I think I have figured out what peace truly means. It happens to be a stage of dying and two purposes for life. Acceptance, Creativity, and
Big Ban TheorySpeak against those who seek to control you
And find yourself locked in a cell.
They beat you, the bruises glisten like ink.
Will you die at their hands?
Time will tell.
Bald heads shine in the sun,
As crimson clothed monks walk for peace.
Defying their rules to end the suffering-
The endless bellies underfed, the students who take gunshots
To the head.
A rise in fees leaves ill at ease
Citizens who cannot even call themselves such.
Fed misconceptions, and simple transgressions
Come from shouting their cry:
Your words are not safe in city streets.
Each may be stolen and used as an unspoken trial,
Which ends in immediate conviction.
When words have restriction,
You can be assured that the only choice is
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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