Thanks for Coming.

Our kiss
Is locked
In my lips
With your
Name
Forever it
Will be
Trapped
In the
Earth’s Dirt
To let our
Love
Blossom above
for everyone To see
The most beautiful
Flower
That has ever bloomed
Below the bright radiant
Sun

2011-01-13

Banksy on Advertisers
“People are taking the piss out of you everyday. They butt into your life, take a cheap shot at you and then disappear. They leer at you from tall buildings and make you feel small. They make flippant comments from buses that imply you’re not sexy enough and that all the fun is happening somewhere else. They are on TV making your girlfriend feel inadequate. They have access to the most sophisticated technology the world has ever seen and they bully you with it. They are “The Advertisers” and they are laughing at you.
You, however, are forbidden to touch them. Trademarks, intellectual property rights and copyright law mean advertisers can say what they like wherever they like with total impunity.
Fuck that. Any advert in a public space that gives you no choice whether you see it or not is yours. It’s yours to take, re-arrange and re-use. You can do whatever you like with it. Asking for permission is like asking to keep a rock someone just threw at your head.
You owe the companies nothing. Less than nothing, you especially don’t owe them any courtesy. They owe you. They have re-arranged the world to put themselves in front of you. They never asked for your permission, don’t even start asking for theirs.” — Banksy

Banksy on Advertisers

“People are taking the piss out of you everyday. They butt into your life, take a cheap shot at you and then disappear. They leer at you from tall buildings and make you feel small. They make flippant comments from buses that imply you’re not sexy enough and that all the fun is happening somewhere else. They are on TV making your girlfriend feel inadequate. They have access to the most sophisticated technology the world has ever seen and they bully you with it. They are “The Advertisers” and they are laughing at you.

You, however, are forbidden to touch them. Trademarks, intellectual property rights and copyright law mean advertisers can say what they like wherever they like with total impunity.

Fuck that. Any advert in a public space that gives you no choice whether you see it or not is yours. It’s yours to take, re-arrange and re-use. You can do whatever you like with it. Asking for permission is like asking to keep a rock someone just threw at your head.

You owe the companies nothing. Less than nothing, you especially don’t owe them any courtesy. They owe you. They have re-arranged the world to put themselves in front of you. They never asked for your permission, don’t even start asking for theirs.” — Banksy

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Source: elledark

2011-01-08

(Two Pigeons at…) Jack’s Diner

Slaving from dish to dish

Running, back and forth

So much endurance

To deal with mad heads

Out of town or from in town (Regular)

Happy, grumpy, talking or not

Our lips, fingers, words and eyes

Defacing this place (Established 1955)

I mean, “What don’t we understand-

about high 60’s in the afternoon?”

We must have someone speak for us all

How could you order for yourself?

When I would love so much, more

than anything else, to

interact with these people, and

try to help them with their problems

And I would break down crying (most likely

inebriated) For these people , who

I live with on this planet

But my tears will not cleanse any soul

These beautiful women come from all over

To work here, here

Where it is steady to work

Where the refills of coffee are endless

Where I enter at 2:00 am

buzzed or blazed

2011-01-03

2011-01-01

Reading Poetry

When you read poetry, do the words sink?

Do the words weigh into your eye balls

Or, does every sound seem to sink like quicksand

Fading away while loosing breath

falling asleep in bed recognizing what the inside of your eye lids look like

Connecting to every word written

seen by my eyes

Feeling the emotion of every word written

seen by my eyes

These letters (poems) seep into my skin

Call to my brain, saying

“You know this, You know

what to do.”

2010-12-27

Sitting on a black couch

Your ears do not hear me

Our mouths do not speak

To eachother

It will be weeks

That are lost in our lives

Turning them into all of the years

Lost to argument, Unforgiven

Making us weaker individuals

To eachother

You told me what to do if i had nothing nice to say

(Don’t say anything at all

(this is why we do not speak much)

And still,

Your ears will not hear me

Our mouths will not speak

What have you had to teach?