Listening to Heroin, While sipping on Kool Aid, In the darkest rooms, While my mother waits for my father, and my father waits for his son. His son, His seed, It drains my conscience, But I gave up thinking, When I decided on the knee jerk reaction. I want it back, That warm feeling, I […]Read More Forgiveness
The ceiling fan spiraled out of control and landed on the head of a lost cause. The lost cause was knocked out instantly but recovered, only to learn that his cause was indeed lost after all. That is the beginning of the end of a non-important, metaphorical entry into a diary of misunderstood vignettes. So […]Read More Lost Cause and Writing
While casually browsing the news channels, I noticed a disturbing trend: the coverage of the latest NSA revelations were simultaneously being “analyzed” by Alan Dershowitz on CNN and Peter King on MSNBC. Both of these “analysts” were giving the establishment opinion and seemed to downplay the significance of these revelations, even defending the NSA to […]Read More Is the “Mainstream Media” Out of Touch with the Mainstream?
10 Arrests in 83 Minutes: A Close Analysis of NYPD Crowd Dispersal Tactics from paul sullivan on Vimeo. Even though Occupy Wall Street has disintegrated, its downward spiral was not purely self inflicted. Since day one, the protesters dealt with harassment, targeted arrests, and violence of a level that was shocking to Americans who had […]Read More Thoughts on the Criminalization of Protest
The ghost speaks to me. He tells me good news. The ghost knows no trouble; the ghost feels no pain. I stare at the ghost. He looks solid but he can’t possibly be real. I’m in Queens? That is what you told me. I’m beginning to realize something about that interesting place. It’s only ten […]Read More The Ghost
My faults, reflected within her, mirror my discomfort. As I gaze at deep lakes, pools of bliss and goodness, nothing but lies. What more can I offer? What more is there to me? I ask myself. On those windy evenings, When she is right here, but so distant. I dreamed this tale would end, But […]Read More Thinking on her dreams (Poem)