I know, I know. There’s more to life than pursuing material objects. But sometimes, you can’t resist something shiny. I’ve been working on making more patch designs and expanding my shop. If you are looking for that perfect gift for the queer punk that’s always dumpster diving in your neighborhood, maybe my shop will have something just right for you. Or maybe there’s that cute anarchist at a collective meeting and you been meaning to show them you care… so take a look.
Bonus: 15% coupon off everything – including punk vests, malas, and the great straight edge vegan necklace I made… coupon is valid until 9am Monday PST. Coupon code is: TOFURKEY2011 – you plug it in at check out.
Wishing everyone the best.
I know I haven’t updated in ages. I’ve been really busy with personal matters. However, I think it’s important to make a comment about what some people are doing in the name of anarchy which is the exact opposite of what anarchy is.
I am an anarcha-feminist (anarchist with a feminist slant) as well as a pacifist. According to my understanding of anarchy meaning “without law” is almost an utopia state of human affairs were no one would harm another sentient being because they are fully conscious, compassionate human being. With that said, violence done is never anarchy as it breaks universal law of doing no harm.
Violence doesn’t change the system because it doesn’t change the people. People are the system – you and me. To change the system, there needs to be education since no one is born knowing how to be human. It’s something we are taught from mimicking others and watching.
With that said, what does it say about our society that people are so ill educated that they resort to violence since they can’t articulate words? It’s a very sad state of affairs. I think we should not place blame – as we’re all at fault – but rather work together to change how we educate our youth and members of our community so they will display their rage in a peaceful matter that people might actually listen to instead of making scenarios that people run from when even their actions no longer speak of the original intent.
Walking Through Walls
Systems within systems. Where is the escape?
From the very beginning, you are taught
how they want you to be in their schools
with their agendas to make you subordinated and not think.
Question everything. Don’t buy into their programming.
Celebrity sex and anorexic models will not set you free.
Materialism leaves you empty and just wanting more things.
The secret is to live simply so others can simply live.
Society thrives on violence – don’t give in. Have peace be your highest value.
Don’t eat their lies. Don’t buy their shit. Learn to make your own.
We are all prisoners to the system but you needn’t be a slave.
You can change the rules and make your own game.
You needn’t play theirs. There are alternatives out there
you just need to find the one that works for you.
For some time, I felt I give away too much with the header on the blog. People don’t necessary understand my definition of the labels and judge me too quickly. So, I’ve decided to keep things minimalistic and see if that captures people’s interest more. Maybe without judging me first – they’ll read a little something and it might open their heart.
I’ve been reflecting on humanity quite a bit. I am trying to be more tolerant and give people more of a chance myself. I am also seeing more how unwilling people are to give others a chance. I think I scared off a potential date by revealing too much of myself. People say they want honesty but they usually don’t – not for the first six months to a year anyways in relationships. My therapist told me I am one of the rare people when I ask for someone’s opinion, I really want it verses just wanting the person to agree with me which is the rest of the world.
Most of the time, as I’ve noticed listening to metal/punk music – most people are expressing the same emotions but using different language. It’s the language that is creating the barriers. Almost all of us just wants to be loved, play, and enjoy being with our family. We just have different ways of doing that. Besides, if you really think about it, we’re all humans, so everyone is family.
This is a darker piece.
I thought of calling as I lay dying to say my final farewell to a scepter of my past, a final hurrah to us: mere
ships passing in the night. I thought about it, I thought of you, in this moment of death of the one who gave me life. A twist of irony, perhaps, to think of life in death and death and life but I had a fleeting thought of you and saying good bye. This isn’t how I wanted to end: fading slowly as my insides turned out. I would have rather gone in a blaze of glory. But here, I find myself sitting in a wheelchair, vomiting. Trying to retain dignity as I convulse, my emotion gets the better of me and tears form in my eyes. I began to cry. Why? I do not really know. Maybe the idea of a life half lived or the thought of having to endure so much to only fall to mortal weakness. My hands and feet go numb, as my body tries to welcome the darkness, I fight mind against body to regain conscious. I succeed. No blackness for me. No farewell for you and I would have left without regret.
I have come to realize
that what matters most is the heart and the mind
everything else is superficial and fake.
I’ve known this for sometime – but I was always hoping that maybe I would find my ying to my yang someplace I would likely be. It hasn’t been the case but I know they exist. I won’t stop looking.
I am also realizing more what I need from personal relationships more than what is wanted.
The punk, vegan, straightedge, etc., thing is cool but what’s really needed is the heart/mind thing. Someone who genuinely cares, those are the true people. People with a heart and who care are hard to find. I am lucky I’ve found so many so far.
I hope to find someone someday with a heart that I can give my heart too that meets my needs and maybe a few wants. But, seriously, mohawk is optional.
Have I gone too far?
Or not far enough?
I refuse to defer.
I refuse to give up.
It is said
There are only two mistakes
two mistakes a person can made
on the journey for the truth
not starting and not going all the way.
I started. I take a few steps forward.
I take a few steps back.
Sometimes I go forward while going backwards.
I have no map.
My compass is my heart
The path seems never ending.
I follow no path but my own.
Kill Your Ideals
I found my ideal
my ideal found me
it wasn’t what I
expected it to be
I searched for years and now this is what I see.
Sometimes what you want isn’t what you need.
Happiness comes when you learn to want what you get
and doesn’t come just because you got what you wanted.
I’ve been busy the last few days so no updates. I’ll post more lyrics tomorrow. Today, here’s a treat for you. My first recording in a few years made with the help of “Starr”: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MUJXWPdsRus. Check it out.
I used to be as angry as you.
Bad people don’t care.
It’s only the good people that hurt. That cry over things.
It makes us immobile and unable to function.
We can not change the world while drowning.
I came realized I can only control myself and my own reactions.
I can’t control anyone else – only influence them.
You must be stronger than what you fight. Don’t hate. Don’t ever hate. You become what you despise when you give in hate. You are a slave when you hate to that which binds you and are no where near liberation of the mind, body, and spirit.
If liberation is what you desire as you claim – start from within and work your way out.