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:, Indonesia
I do not speak my truth to antagonize you.... I share this swollen river running -- This waterfall of faith-- because it flows from me like lennon's endless rain.... --my paper cup: this poem-- to which an endless string of words spill out and on to... I stain the sentences with abundant articulations that boil inside of me... I thirst, I starve, I crave. and all that quenches... all that can satiate me is to open the faucet and allow the words to run... They skip and dance across themselves... They formulate on their way out like fireworks deciding which way they will face when they open and sizzle in the night air... And when they do... it's a sight to behold. It shocks me like the boom, and takes me aback to see what has emerged. And Keroac knew. He knew all along... that I was one. As my words explode like spiders across the sky... I watch in staggering wonder at my truth revealed and know that I am home here. I have taken my vow... signed in blood... solemnly sworn myself in... been hazed and pinky promised... and I know... without the shadow of a doubt... that I am a mad one. ...and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Monday, June 6, 2011

mount agung moment

one day...
the earth will be gone.
there will be no more ground.
and i will give thanks i was alive this time around.

i got to breathe in these majestic skies...
sit here now
and close my eyes...

i was blessed enough to live
and know...
the blessing of being here now.
time will show.

when statues crumble...
when the oceans rise...

... and all that's left of non-believers
is the fear in their eyes...

i will thank them for being
the yin to my yang.

the ones who will drown so faith may surface again.

if you want to come around the world
and make it new...

a piece of me
will always
be waiting

for you.

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