fun facts for fortitude

Things in my head that i actually want to remember now:
1. i'm testing out this i.ph blog... its actually fun to edit... mine's joods.i.ph. get yours!
2. i'm actually addicted to movie trailers... i realized i prefer vcd movies because they have more trailers. it relaxes me. haha...
3. i still want to keep my old battered-up phone. i was checking out other phones in the mall, nothing interested me enough to actually save up for one.
4. i'm actually tired and sick and bored with drinking. i feel restless all the time and i suddenly have this urge to just do something active. weird...
5. eyes fixed on the new business venture.
6. i miss old friends.
7. i miss writing. never have the chance to sit down and write.
8. i play the guitar too much.
9. i play the guitar less than what i should.
10. pray more, laugh less.
11. to actually finish things... honestly, i hate finishing things because i never did like endings. you know i feel sad every time i finish a book?
12. buying collectibles... comics, toys, cards... its like a treasure hunt. to buy something valuable yet cheap. one of these days...
13. i need to do other things now... next time...

The Centaur

"Since then, how strange he had grown! His top half felt all afloat in a starry firmament of ideals and young voices singing; the rest of his self was heavily sunk in a swamp where it must, eventually drown."

--John Updike

Memory of the Dead (Land and Liberty)

Rage Against The Machine

wealthy vampires
with the cold hands of executioners
execute
executive decisions
determined to destroy
what 1 million women, children, and men
1910
died, drowning in the rage of battle.
mothers, half naked
infants clutching thier necks
running frantically
tripping over the bodies of their sons
teeth gnashing
swinging machete
spitting blood and mud, and screaming:
land, and liberty!
were erased.
buried and burned
along with the memory of the dead
along with the ejido.
with the smooth stroke of a pen
and with the ghost of Nixon present in their eyes
they smiled.
and pronounced the omnipitence
of the free market
the profits of profit
extending the scurge of columbus and pizarro
the freedom to buy things you can never afford
the freedom for indians to buy corn that once flourished overgrown in their backyards
the freedom to die of curable disease
the freedom to watch their children's stomachs swell and burst
the freedom to starve and die
without land
or liberty
but Ramona, with eyes of obsidian
peering through her blood and sweat drenched mask
darding, unseen
changing direction with the swiftness of a bird
through the shanty's of the canyon
with every coyote, every insect, every phylum of life
urging her, propelling her forward.
the leaves and branches of the forest
part for miles, clearing her path
the voices and screams of the dead beneathe her feet
echo in the deepest chasm of her soul
hurling her, toward the city
history surging through her veins
pulsing through her fingers
hurling her, towards the city
she caresses her trigger
and the words of magome fulfil her being
and with each shot she fires, she affirms her movement
saying:
enough! enough!
no!
I will see my own blood flow
before you take my land...or my liberty

New day of the new year

it never felt so refreshing. it has been a long time since i woke up that refreshed. i can smell the new year. now that the smoke and dust has settled, its time to breath in 2007.
what will this year be like? i can't wait to find out.



---cont'd