[More fun with form and content, and more day dreaming about uncertainties. Enjoy!]
And there are some things I can’t say aloud, to you, that
I can confess to a crowd, I do, not
Really understand, why I prioritize so upside down
Either go on your way or come back
I’ll be ok either way
I’ve been living every year at a day by day pace
Turning every corner, expecting to see your face on
Every stranger, starring as they pass by
Two years ago, you left, sunspots on my eyes
They say I have to move on…
But I will not settle for less
I won’t let anything get in my way
My cannon’s armed and ready
I cannot lower my aim
I’ll be ay-ok.
Anything I say becomes
Rock like and stone and I might just regret sharing
Everything, they are little words and phrases
these little sounds I make,
Elocution flaws
Loose around my mouth,
They can’t explain all you are.
A painter that wants the sea recreated, on
Insufficient canvases
Every stroke misplaced
Like sugar free, so slight yet
Like prosthetic legs - not enough, undone,
like this song.
And I will not settle for less
I won’t let anyone get in my way
My cannon’s armed and ready
I cannot lower my aim.
I shoot for the moon to land among the stars
The distance sometimes feels that far
Either way, I’ll be ay-ok.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Speak out, Act now: "The New Prop 8"
Plaid may be the new stripes, but don't let Iowa become the new Cali!
http://www.hrcactioncenter.org/campaign/next_prop_8/x7ikg5grhj6nemmx
Urge officials in Iowa to keep the hawkeye state an equal state!
http://www.hrcactioncenter.org/campaign/next_prop_8/x7ikg5grhj6nemmx
Urge officials in Iowa to keep the hawkeye state an equal state!
6 through 10 of 19
[6 through 10 of '19'. Don't think to much about it, don't think too little. Its vaguely specific and not at all realistic or literal. We're talking, if poems were paintings, this is a Pablo Picasso piece based off of a Dali idea, painted on a crowded bus that's driving down a mountain, swerving around pot holes and playing the radio too loud. What song is playing? You pick, my imagination ends here. Oh, and disclaimer: None of this was written under the influence of drugs. Promise. Thank you. -Theo]
6.
What if I died on my birthday?
Would I really die at all?
Would 19 be it?
Ta da!
That's it!
Two decades!
Almost! So close!
Too bad, so sad!
That's all folks!
You don't have to go home
but you can't stay here.
And then,
I go in the ground
or an ugly pot
or maybe I'll float
in the sea, mixed with purple sugar
and memories and cartoon strips
from friends and fans and both.
I’ll float and float and float...
7.
What are they going to say or do?
Will they win? Did it help?
Will they find the tapes?
Imagine someone threw everything out!
"Its just a poor man’s personal effects."
A poor man who lived his whole life
Doing nothing important
To or for
Anyone or anybody
And in the last few years,
He changed the world.
Oh boy!
8.
I’ll float under the golden bridge
and away and away and away
On my back, looking up
At the sky…
Like i did
As a kid
At Robert Moses beach
I would,
Until a big wave would come
Tackling me in an embrace
Leaving that Atlantic taste
Of salt, dirt and algae…
9.
That taste,
It kind of reminds me of my first NYC green tea,
college visits and applications celebrated
in this awfully dirty place midtown that
I never went to again.
I drank about half to be polite.
I was so much younger then, a year ago.
I'm not much older now, a year later.
And yet that's all it takes to change your life,
A year.
Or less.
Maybe more.
Depends on when you define
the starting point of change
and the final point, its completion.
10.
When does an inch begin and end?
Aren’t you always a little off?
How can you be precise?
If you’ve got 1, you could be holding 1.1 and not know it.
Or 1.01, or 1.001, or 1.0001, or 1.00001, or!
You could be holding exactly 1
and nobody believes you!
I'd hate that!
What if nothing is real?
Surprise! Nothing is.
Its not much of a surprise
if you’ve consider it before.
I bet that's why they
don't make movies
about it anymore.
6.
What if I died on my birthday?
Would I really die at all?
Would 19 be it?
Ta da!
That's it!
Two decades!
Almost! So close!
Too bad, so sad!
That's all folks!
You don't have to go home
but you can't stay here.
And then,
I go in the ground
or an ugly pot
or maybe I'll float
in the sea, mixed with purple sugar
and memories and cartoon strips
from friends and fans and both.
I’ll float and float and float...
7.
What are they going to say or do?
Will they win? Did it help?
Will they find the tapes?
Imagine someone threw everything out!
"Its just a poor man’s personal effects."
A poor man who lived his whole life
Doing nothing important
To or for
Anyone or anybody
And in the last few years,
He changed the world.
Oh boy!
8.
I’ll float under the golden bridge
and away and away and away
On my back, looking up
At the sky…
Like i did
As a kid
At Robert Moses beach
I would,
Until a big wave would come
Tackling me in an embrace
Leaving that Atlantic taste
Of salt, dirt and algae…
9.
That taste,
It kind of reminds me of my first NYC green tea,
college visits and applications celebrated
in this awfully dirty place midtown that
I never went to again.
I drank about half to be polite.
I was so much younger then, a year ago.
I'm not much older now, a year later.
And yet that's all it takes to change your life,
A year.
Or less.
Maybe more.
Depends on when you define
the starting point of change
and the final point, its completion.
10.
When does an inch begin and end?
Aren’t you always a little off?
How can you be precise?
If you’ve got 1, you could be holding 1.1 and not know it.
Or 1.01, or 1.001, or 1.0001, or 1.00001, or!
You could be holding exactly 1
and nobody believes you!
I'd hate that!
What if nothing is real?
Surprise! Nothing is.
Its not much of a surprise
if you’ve consider it before.
I bet that's why they
don't make movies
about it anymore.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
5 of "19"
[Five pieces of my epic poem/long-ass poem 'Nineteen', and just a taste of the insane stream-of-conciousness writing that ensued. -Theo]
1.
Today’s the big day!
It doesn’t feel very big.
Look at me,
I’m presenting myself on this stepping stone
Give us a spin!
A whole 19 years old!
Do I say “all that?” or “that’s all?”
I’m not sure.
2.
It feels like it all started yesterday
...If yesterday started ages and ages ago
Or maybe its vice versa.
Maybe I’ll never know.
3.
Well, happy birthday!
Enjoy yourself!
Its really just another day.
What else is new, but you?
And the people younger then you.
And the people older then you!
And the people exactly your age!
Surely, that’s impossible.
Unless someone held a stopwatch
at the very moment you made
your first cry
as
your last foot
slipped out.
But
even that could be inaccurate
if he wasn’t looking,
or his hands were slow…
4.
In the grand scheme of everything,
We’re all new.
If you fit the entire life of the earth
on a 12 month calendar,
Humans have only existed for two minutes
And the dinosaurs died in September!
Imagine that…
So much for back to school...
5.
But even human existence is really big.
So is a millennia, and a century, and a decade.
A year can be big. A day can be big.
Today is big, right?
I wrote all that in a minute.
See? Even minutes are big.
But 525,599 minutes later
is another year.
Minutes feel small now.
1.
Today’s the big day!
It doesn’t feel very big.
Look at me,
I’m presenting myself on this stepping stone
Give us a spin!
A whole 19 years old!
Do I say “all that?” or “that’s all?”
I’m not sure.
2.
It feels like it all started yesterday
...If yesterday started ages and ages ago
Or maybe its vice versa.
Maybe I’ll never know.
3.
Well, happy birthday!
Enjoy yourself!
Its really just another day.
What else is new, but you?
And the people younger then you.
And the people older then you!
And the people exactly your age!
Surely, that’s impossible.
Unless someone held a stopwatch
at the very moment you made
your first cry
as
your last foot
slipped out.
But
even that could be inaccurate
if he wasn’t looking,
or his hands were slow…
4.
In the grand scheme of everything,
We’re all new.
If you fit the entire life of the earth
on a 12 month calendar,
Humans have only existed for two minutes
And the dinosaurs died in September!
Imagine that…
So much for back to school...
5.
But even human existence is really big.
So is a millennia, and a century, and a decade.
A year can be big. A day can be big.
Today is big, right?
I wrote all that in a minute.
See? Even minutes are big.
But 525,599 minutes later
is another year.
Minutes feel small now.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
#18 (Eighteen)
[Poem about both the age and the sonnet - I'll give a million cool points to who can specifically recognize the inspiration of this piece. DISCLAIMER: Cool points cannot be redeemed for cash, only compliments. - Theo.]
18.
Eighteen months later, I’m still at this desk,
Tallying the days since June Twenty-fifth.
I’m next to the phone, incase you should call.
Should you write, I moved it near the mail box.
I just sit and I stare… I double-take where,
I see familiar strangers with sun in their hair.
Eighteen months, over a year of my life.
Five hundred twenty days to be precise.
I’ve filled book aft’r book, this entire time.
I’ll run out of page ‘fore I keep you mine.
This case is hopeless, Yes, but regardless
The dream mixed with the memory
Producing endless poetry
Surpassing the beauty of reality
So you are heartless, Yes, so I know this
Slither, shadowed by gallant fantasy
Facts dissolve in attractive mystery
They live longer then us, in infamy.
Once… I write it right, I write.
“It will once… I write it right.”
When you leave your things, you leave an excuse,
To converse, return, what we’ve been reduced.
Words cannot tell how or what is true of:
When beauty lived and died as flowers do, love.
Someday, somehow, a letter will summarize
Immortalize passion that never dies.
I’m too much of a perfectionist
When its done I swear you’ll get it
But not this letter
I can do better.
The dream mixed with the memory
Producing endless poetry
Surpassing the beauty of reality
Facts dissolve in attractive mystery
Someday, somehow, a letter will summarize
Immortalize passion that never dies.
Once… I write it right, I write.
“It will once… I write it right.”
Oh, Eighteen
Months, your sunny blonde turned white.
Slither, Shadow, Six feet below sun’s light.
The dreams I had will eternally thrive
In publication of my written mind.
Once… I write it right, I write.
“It will once… I write it right.”
18.
Eighteen months later, I’m still at this desk,
Tallying the days since June Twenty-fifth.
I’m next to the phone, incase you should call.
Should you write, I moved it near the mail box.
I just sit and I stare… I double-take where,
I see familiar strangers with sun in their hair.
Eighteen months, over a year of my life.
Five hundred twenty days to be precise.
I’ve filled book aft’r book, this entire time.
I’ll run out of page ‘fore I keep you mine.
This case is hopeless, Yes, but regardless
The dream mixed with the memory
Producing endless poetry
Surpassing the beauty of reality
So you are heartless, Yes, so I know this
Slither, shadowed by gallant fantasy
Facts dissolve in attractive mystery
They live longer then us, in infamy.
Once… I write it right, I write.
“It will once… I write it right.”
When you leave your things, you leave an excuse,
To converse, return, what we’ve been reduced.
Words cannot tell how or what is true of:
When beauty lived and died as flowers do, love.
Someday, somehow, a letter will summarize
Immortalize passion that never dies.
I’m too much of a perfectionist
When its done I swear you’ll get it
But not this letter
I can do better.
The dream mixed with the memory
Producing endless poetry
Surpassing the beauty of reality
Facts dissolve in attractive mystery
Someday, somehow, a letter will summarize
Immortalize passion that never dies.
Once… I write it right, I write.
“It will once… I write it right.”
Oh, Eighteen
Months, your sunny blonde turned white.
Slither, Shadow, Six feet below sun’s light.
The dreams I had will eternally thrive
In publication of my written mind.
Once… I write it right, I write.
“It will once… I write it right.”
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
SPEAK OUT, ACT NOW: "Don't ask, Don't tell" - Don't Wait!
"Let's push that one down the road a little bit," said Defense Secretary Robert Gates said this past Sunday when a Fox News anchor asked him about the timetable for repealing "Don't Ask, Don't Tell."
With all due respect, Mr. Secretary, let's not. Our military, and our service members, can't afford to.
Write a letter to President Obama telling him why we can't wait:
Here's Servicemembers Legal Defense Network Aubrey Sarvis' take on why we can't wait:
"We're fighting two wars, and we need the most qualified people possible to wage them. In fact, President Obama recently announced plans to send an additional 17,000 troops to Afghanistan. Meanwhile, more than 800 hundred mission-critical service members -- including linguists and intelligence analysts -- have been fired under "Don't Ask, Don't Tell."Almost 13,000 service members have been fired since the law took effect in 1994. The longer the president and Pentagon delay the issue, the longer the military will keep firing service members because of their sexual orientation. And because intelligence experts and people who speak Arabic, Urdu, Pashto and Dari aren't exactly easy to come by, we'll have fewer people to call on in the fight against terrorism in Pakistan and Afghanistan. "
What do you think? Tell President Obama here: http://www.sldn.org/dontwait
THEO'S THOUGHTS: History has proven, the nation has only improved with military equality. If we separate and segregate ourselves with shallow labels, we only become easier to divide and conquer.
By excluding willing and able men and women from serving because of their sexuality or gender identity, we are handing ourselves to the terrorists in the form of pre-sliced bread and saying "Here, try to make a sandwich of us now."
This hits home for me too, as my very dear friend leaves for the Air Force in a few weeks. I worry about him terribly, as he is gay, but I know he cares more about this nation then he does his own comfort, and is willing to not only risk his life and his reputation, but willingly condemn himself to six years of torturous secret keeping, staring at his tongue anxiously making sure he doesn't slip.
And to think, he's making all these extra sacrifices for a country that won't allow him equal rights.
It's ridiculous.
This would never happen in Canada.
Theo.
Pedro, 1994's Milk?
In 1994, Pedro Zamora brough AIDS to a national spotlight through his open honesty on The Real World San Francisco, Season Three.
"He brought the disease to the spotlight and brought a humanizing element to this most feared and misunderstood illness," said QueersUnited. "Pedro became the face of HIV/AIDS activism for the younger generation and his courage to stand up and be counted has made a difference in countless lives and he made a place for himself in history."
He changed the lives of thousands, passing away on November 11th, 1994, just a few hours after the finale of The Real World. Tomorrow, MTV will debut "Pedro", a movie of the young man's amazing life, an incredibly relevant and necessary film that will premire tomorrow night.
Here is a clip of the upcoming movie of Pedro Zamora's life, "Pedro" which debuts on MTV Wednesday [TOMORROW NIGHT!] April 1st at 8pm EST.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Cigarette Sabbaticals
(Ever notice how "smoke" and "don't" kind of rhyme? Maybe not rhyme, sound similar might be the better word... Theo)
Broken promises and cut
Short
Cigarette sabbaticals
After pulling down to the filter
Where it tastes like a barbers parlor
The hair spray and tar linger…
Broken promises and cut
Short
Cigarette sabbaticals
After pulling down to the filter
Where it tastes like a barbers parlor
The hair spray and tar linger…
Throw it down now.
Crush, rub, snuff,
Into the ground.
I’ll leave the cement
And head north west.
Upstate, nature’s pavement,
The granite slabs that
Move in wind
As if they can breathe…
Unlike these city streets
Lifeless and polluted with
Ends of cancer stick butts,
Means of taking each breath
For granted…
Cigarette Sabbaticals
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin
Monday, March 23, 2009
(Temporary Title)
(Here's another piece, returning back to my usual form and rhyme tendencies. This is also one that sounds better performed then just read, so keep that in mind. If you pay attention to the meter, and the amount of syllables in each line, you'll see what I'm talking about. The form has as much to do with the meaning as the content does. Or, you could just read it, and not count. Which ever. Who am I to tell you what to do? :) - Theo]
Love,
It’s… Strange.
Love?
We’ve changed.
Slowly
But surely
Things are
Coming to me
Learning
And Hurting
Starting
Understanding
It’s moments like these
When I’m not asleep
But lying in bed
Toss-turning my head
In two directions
Making no decisions
I’m learning my lessons
But handed graded quizzes
And “sorry”
It just might be
Just short of
Of explaining
How I feel
Bout how you’ll feel
For this New Deal
As it is revealed
But you have no choice
But to raise your voice
This time you can’t stop me
And I won’t give up lightly
It’s because
I lost to you
Far too many times
And now you have lost me
And I’m finally all mine
Words will never explain
How these tragedies build up
On to such a great dream
So it can never live up
To its fullest potential
The decay is exponential
And once it finally dies
Then, Then I will no longer cry
Oh, Forever, The ship has been sinking
And trust me, believe me, I have been bailing
The water rushes in faster then my pail fills up
Not necessarily quitting but a necessary give up
Surrender, Surrender, to heavy problems that pile, pile up
Then you will see there are more fish in the sea once you get in and you swim
Its time to dive in, no more wading, no more waiting, no more toe testing in
It’s over.
I love you, I love you.
And while Our lives end
Now, here my life
And your life
Begin,
Friend
[P.S. Anyone with title suggestions? It'd be much appreciated! -Theo]
Love,
It’s… Strange.
Love?
We’ve changed.
Slowly
But surely
Things are
Coming to me
Learning
And Hurting
Starting
Understanding
It’s moments like these
When I’m not asleep
But lying in bed
Toss-turning my head
In two directions
Making no decisions
I’m learning my lessons
But handed graded quizzes
And “sorry”
It just might be
Just short of
Of explaining
How I feel
Bout how you’ll feel
For this New Deal
As it is revealed
But you have no choice
But to raise your voice
This time you can’t stop me
And I won’t give up lightly
It’s because
I lost to you
Far too many times
And now you have lost me
And I’m finally all mine
Words will never explain
How these tragedies build up
On to such a great dream
So it can never live up
To its fullest potential
The decay is exponential
And once it finally dies
Then, Then I will no longer cry
Oh, Forever, The ship has been sinking
And trust me, believe me, I have been bailing
The water rushes in faster then my pail fills up
Not necessarily quitting but a necessary give up
Surrender, Surrender, to heavy problems that pile, pile up
Then you will see there are more fish in the sea once you get in and you swim
Its time to dive in, no more wading, no more waiting, no more toe testing in
It’s over.
I love you, I love you.
And while Our lives end
Now, here my life
And your life
Begin,
Friend
[P.S. Anyone with title suggestions? It'd be much appreciated! -Theo]
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Slow Drag
[Free form! On of the few open verses you'll see, so appreciate the lack of attention to rhyme and rhythm. A few things do rhyme but that wasn't entirely intended. Enjoy! Theo]
Slow drag,
magically blissful.
Slow, as if it were precious,
and I look up at the tallest top of the tallest tall building
hoping to stir vertigo with light-headedness.
(Its funny...
how you can't see the stars in the city.)
People pass,
Saying nothing verbally.
I look up,
and I see my reflection
in a metal awning above me.
This is what I look like to stars.
I see volcanic clouds surround me,
streaming from my mouth.
As if beneath my mantle
lived magma,
once pressured and poised to explode,
relaxing with every exhale of ash.
Eventually
inhaling feels as easy as breathing,
in and out... in, out...
(Because ignorance...)
It's funny how you can't see the stars in the city,
because of light pollution, among others.
I wonder if they can still see us.
Sometimes, during certain blushing moments,
I hope not.
Lately I've been trying to take the stairs
over escalators and elevators,
choosing reality over money and machinery,
but there will always be that dependency.
Slow drag,
medically hurtful,
Slow, but worthless.
But!
Its said that ignorance
on fire
is better then knowledge
on ice.
Slow Drag
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin
Slow drag,
magically blissful.
Slow, as if it were precious,
and I look up at the tallest top of the tallest tall building
hoping to stir vertigo with light-headedness.
(Its funny...
how you can't see the stars in the city.)
People pass,
Saying nothing verbally.
I look up,
and I see my reflection
in a metal awning above me.
This is what I look like to stars.
I see volcanic clouds surround me,
streaming from my mouth.
As if beneath my mantle
lived magma,
once pressured and poised to explode,
relaxing with every exhale of ash.
Eventually
inhaling feels as easy as breathing,
in and out... in, out...
(Because ignorance...)
It's funny how you can't see the stars in the city,
because of light pollution, among others.
I wonder if they can still see us.
Sometimes, during certain blushing moments,
I hope not.
Lately I've been trying to take the stairs
over escalators and elevators,
choosing reality over money and machinery,
but there will always be that dependency.
Slow drag,
medically hurtful,
Slow, but worthless.
But!
Its said that ignorance
on fire
is better then knowledge
on ice.
Slow Drag
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Educate and Activate! Four minutes of Homosexuality 101.
[This is the most adorable concise video summarizing all arguements for and against homosexuality. Use it for a reference, send it to your homophobic heteronormalized friends, or just enjoy it for what it is. It's funny and factual! -Theo]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PooEhBxh0NY
[PS: It's satire, humorous stereotyping. No worries, I appreciate at the fun it pokes at everyone]
Monday, March 16, 2009
Malori (raw piece)
[And now you can see a poem as it grows. This is word for word what I scribbled on a napkin after running into an old friend - and I use this term loosely. More like a very close acquaintance, someone I became very close with at a school retreat, hung out a few times, lost touch, and she hasn't given me the time of day since. Until the other day, when I saw her. Strangely awkward encounter and sudden reminder of a love that I had that never grew. I found the napkin and decided to share this infant of a piece, that is, if it ever grows to become a piece, much unlike the subject itself, which never became anything. Raw, untouched, undeveloped, and overexposing how I speak my mind. Hope you enjoy. Theo]
Malori
She has two colored eyes
the left different from the right
ones blue ones green
not a shade in between
but if the two combined
they'd color the Atlantic skyline
they're deep but they're light
illuminating and bright
her eyes leave sunspots on mine
i don't know what the rest of her looks like
because whenever
the pair
is there
i swear
i stare
and fall in.
Malori
She has two colored eyes
the left different from the right
ones blue ones green
not a shade in between
but if the two combined
they'd color the Atlantic skyline
they're deep but they're light
illuminating and bright
her eyes leave sunspots on mine
i don't know what the rest of her looks like
because whenever
the pair
is there
i swear
i stare
and fall in.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
The Squeaky Wheel Gets The Oil (Anything To Stop Your Whining)
[Happy 2nd of 3 Friday the Thirteenths this year! What a lucky, lucky year. Maybe that's not sarcastic... Either way, here's a shortie but I'm mid-writer's block. Enjoy the drought, it will make you appreciate the rain! Theo]
The Squeaky Wheel
I’d do anything for you
Anything
I mean anything
If you promise you’ll stop your whining
Because I can only take you
In small doses
Small portions
The tiniest milligrams of you can poison
The squeaky wheel gets the oil.
The Squeaky Wheel
I’d do anything for you
Anything
I mean anything
If you promise you’ll stop your whining
Because I can only take you
In small doses
Small portions
The tiniest milligrams of you can poison
The squeaky wheel gets the oil.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Color Television
[Well, I personally hate TV. I think its a waste of time. I like to watch shows - but from a computer. The difference is eventually I have to get off my butt to watch something else, but televisions? Nah. They were built to run all day, and all night, and all the next day. Its the media keeping us fat and incubating us like little money babies in our own homes. I say this as I change my major to Media and Communications... Theo]
Color television
You watch your television in HD and color
Grumbling mumbling much like your father
Watching his whole life in black and white
Seeing the world in two tones, day and night
You watch your back when you’re with company
You can’t show your emotion’s without seeming funny
You cut off self expression to preserve your ideals
You suffocate yourself from admitting how it feels
It was once the same thing as people with color
In your fathers time they were treated as others
Now that your view sitcoms in a rainbow of hues
Sharply, suddenly, equality feels different to you
But just as one light can fill an entire room
I know the truth will shine through, and soon
Just as the colors of moving flashing screen
Change the walls, the floors, and all in between
Because, You watch your television in HD and color
The facts are in front of you and they couldn’t be clearer
We are all completely different, and this way is better
It’s what makes us the same, what holds us together
Color Televison
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin
Color television
You watch your television in HD and color
Grumbling mumbling much like your father
Watching his whole life in black and white
Seeing the world in two tones, day and night
You watch your back when you’re with company
You can’t show your emotion’s without seeming funny
You cut off self expression to preserve your ideals
You suffocate yourself from admitting how it feels
It was once the same thing as people with color
In your fathers time they were treated as others
Now that your view sitcoms in a rainbow of hues
Sharply, suddenly, equality feels different to you
But just as one light can fill an entire room
I know the truth will shine through, and soon
Just as the colors of moving flashing screen
Change the walls, the floors, and all in between
Because, You watch your television in HD and color
The facts are in front of you and they couldn’t be clearer
We are all completely different, and this way is better
It’s what makes us the same, what holds us together
Color Televison
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Ballad of the Hedonist
[Ah! Long time, no poem. My tremendous apologies. It will never happen again... Maybe. Nevermind. I can't back that up. Whoops. Stay tuned, despite the hiatus. -Theo]
Ballad of the Hedonist
You are cheating death
With each laugh out the car window
You are cheating life
With each little pill you swallow
You’re getting pleasure
But you’re skipping out on the pain
Each absent lecture
Validated, Excused in vain
You think the world is going to slow down it’s rotation
If and when you decide you don’t like your direction
You are going to threaten and beg the game to reset
But there are no plugs to pull out, No do-over buttons
You know what you’re doing
Toss your hair back, like it’s all a commercial
At least it is convincing
You look twenty one, but where’s your bible?
Your parent’s how to raise a child guide
It is sitting on the very same shelf
A puritan put it in, wanting life
Wanting to see heights, wanted to know wealth
Is that such a bad thing
Are you such a bad kid
You’re not home studying
But you can say you lived
What if you died at eighteen
Never ever had a trip, a love, a drink
Never made a chemical mistake
People will have nothing to think
Of your Saturday’s alone
Because that’s where you would be
Say goodnight in a quiet tone
Sunday’s sermon’s beckoning
It is such a debate to tackle
Since before the days of the trails to Oregon
Preserve rations until you settle
Or feast, seize the day. Until morning, party right on.
Ballad of the Hedonist
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin
Ballad of the Hedonist
You are cheating death
With each laugh out the car window
You are cheating life
With each little pill you swallow
You’re getting pleasure
But you’re skipping out on the pain
Each absent lecture
Validated, Excused in vain
You think the world is going to slow down it’s rotation
If and when you decide you don’t like your direction
You are going to threaten and beg the game to reset
But there are no plugs to pull out, No do-over buttons
You know what you’re doing
Toss your hair back, like it’s all a commercial
At least it is convincing
You look twenty one, but where’s your bible?
Your parent’s how to raise a child guide
It is sitting on the very same shelf
A puritan put it in, wanting life
Wanting to see heights, wanted to know wealth
Is that such a bad thing
Are you such a bad kid
You’re not home studying
But you can say you lived
What if you died at eighteen
Never ever had a trip, a love, a drink
Never made a chemical mistake
People will have nothing to think
Of your Saturday’s alone
Because that’s where you would be
Say goodnight in a quiet tone
Sunday’s sermon’s beckoning
It is such a debate to tackle
Since before the days of the trails to Oregon
Preserve rations until you settle
Or feast, seize the day. Until morning, party right on.
Ballad of the Hedonist
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin
Friday, February 27, 2009
Serv(ey)ing You Some Alphabet Soup, Theo's Recipe!
Don't know if you want to know all this, don't care. Today's post is a self-absorbed one.
A - AVAILABLE: Wouldn't you like to know?
B - BIRTHDAY: You just missed it! Thats ok, I still accept belated gifts.
C - CRUSHING: Beer Cans on your head is really dumb and not impressive.
D - DRINK YOU LAST HAD: Lemon Gatorade. At midnight... why not?
E - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO: Jude Stevens!!! Hello!
F - FAVORITE BANDS: Too many... Incubus, Queen, The Shins, The Beatles, Rilo Kiley, No Doubt, Maxeen, City and Colour, Fleetwood Mac, James Taylor, Death Cab For Cutie, K-0s, Coldplay, Jeremy Messersmith, Jason Mraz... These are just the bands I listened to today.
G - GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS: Bears!
H - HOMETOWN: New York, NY
I - INSTRUMENT(s): Guitar (Acoustic, Electric, Bass, you name it), Drums, Clarinet (grade school, don't remember much), and someday, Piano!
J- JUGGLE: can't. But I can ride a unicycle pretty well, so I'm 1/2 clown.
K- KILLED SOMEONE: uh, no? And if I did, would I admit it here?
L - LONGEST CAR RIDE: 10 hours to Canada when I was 11. I beat all of my gameboy games on that car ride. Beat my pokemon game twice! Now that takes skill.
M - MILKSHAKE FLAVOR: Depends on the day. Sometimes Vanilla, sometimes Banana Strawberry. Sometimes Banana, Strawberry, Chocolate, Peanut Butter and Oreo! But those days are rare and complicated to achieve.
N- NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: 2 sisters, 2 half brothers... 1 + 1 + 1/2 + 1/2 = 3 siblings?
O - ONE WISH?: Equality and peace!
P- PLACE YOU WOULD REALLY LIKE TO GO: Japan, England, Hawaii, Spain, Australia, India, Brazil, Argentina, hey, even Canada again. The car ride sucks but I know to bring more games this time. I'd like to go anywhere.
Well, Maybe not Antartica... With my luck, I'd wander off and get lost forever, and a compass doesn't do much good at the south pole. I hear it kind of just spins in all directions, saying "North is any where else but here!" and thats a little useless.
Q- QUIET?: At the moment, yes, but not for long.
R- REASON TO SMILE: I get paid tomorrow... pay checks mean money... money means sushi... I like sushi...
S- SONG YOU LAST HEARD: Love and War, Rilo Kiley
T - TIME YOU WOKE UP: Noon? Had too much fun last night. Yeah, I know it was a Wednesday...
U - UNDERWEAR YOU’RE WEARING?: ...isn't the fact that I am enough?!
V - VEGETABLE YOU HATE: Olives. Do they count as vegtables?
W - WORST HABIT: oh where do I start... well, biting my finger nails. I have worse habits but thats the simplest one to share. Its a survey, not a short essay topic.
X- RAYS YOU’VE HAD: I think... 4? Back problems, ankle sprains, preteenhood in general.
Y - YOUR FRIEND THAT SHOWED YOU THIS: probably wont read this
Z- ZODIAC SIGN: Aquarius
A - AVAILABLE: Wouldn't you like to know?
B - BIRTHDAY: You just missed it! Thats ok, I still accept belated gifts.
C - CRUSHING: Beer Cans on your head is really dumb and not impressive.
D - DRINK YOU LAST HAD: Lemon Gatorade. At midnight... why not?
E - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO: Jude Stevens!!! Hello!
F - FAVORITE BANDS: Too many... Incubus, Queen, The Shins, The Beatles, Rilo Kiley, No Doubt, Maxeen, City and Colour, Fleetwood Mac, James Taylor, Death Cab For Cutie, K-0s, Coldplay, Jeremy Messersmith, Jason Mraz... These are just the bands I listened to today.
G - GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS: Bears!
H - HOMETOWN: New York, NY
I - INSTRUMENT(s): Guitar (Acoustic, Electric, Bass, you name it), Drums, Clarinet (grade school, don't remember much), and someday, Piano!
J- JUGGLE: can't. But I can ride a unicycle pretty well, so I'm 1/2 clown.
K- KILLED SOMEONE: uh, no? And if I did, would I admit it here?
L - LONGEST CAR RIDE: 10 hours to Canada when I was 11. I beat all of my gameboy games on that car ride. Beat my pokemon game twice! Now that takes skill.
M - MILKSHAKE FLAVOR: Depends on the day. Sometimes Vanilla, sometimes Banana Strawberry. Sometimes Banana, Strawberry, Chocolate, Peanut Butter and Oreo! But those days are rare and complicated to achieve.
N- NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: 2 sisters, 2 half brothers... 1 + 1 + 1/2 + 1/2 = 3 siblings?
O - ONE WISH?: Equality and peace!
P- PLACE YOU WOULD REALLY LIKE TO GO: Japan, England, Hawaii, Spain, Australia, India, Brazil, Argentina, hey, even Canada again. The car ride sucks but I know to bring more games this time. I'd like to go anywhere.
Well, Maybe not Antartica... With my luck, I'd wander off and get lost forever, and a compass doesn't do much good at the south pole. I hear it kind of just spins in all directions, saying "North is any where else but here!" and thats a little useless.
Q- QUIET?: At the moment, yes, but not for long.
R- REASON TO SMILE: I get paid tomorrow... pay checks mean money... money means sushi... I like sushi...
S- SONG YOU LAST HEARD: Love and War, Rilo Kiley
T - TIME YOU WOKE UP: Noon? Had too much fun last night. Yeah, I know it was a Wednesday...
U - UNDERWEAR YOU’RE WEARING?: ...isn't the fact that I am enough?!
V - VEGETABLE YOU HATE: Olives. Do they count as vegtables?
W - WORST HABIT: oh where do I start... well, biting my finger nails. I have worse habits but thats the simplest one to share. Its a survey, not a short essay topic.
X- RAYS YOU’VE HAD: I think... 4? Back problems, ankle sprains, preteenhood in general.
Y - YOUR FRIEND THAT SHOWED YOU THIS: probably wont read this
Z- ZODIAC SIGN: Aquarius
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Feb. 24th: A year ago today... Election 2008mania commences!
Ralph Nader announced his umpteenth attempt at running for the presidency.
Sometimes I really want him to win, just to screw everything up.
This time, I'm glad he didn't.
It was just in time for the crazy case of Electionmania to sweep the nation, 10 months before November. Long time, when you think about it! Yet looking back, its as if we all just made a wish, blew out the candles, held onto our dandilions, and blinked.
I've been looking back at old clips of my favorite moments of 2008's election which I was so wrapped up in. My news habits still have not declined, but they have stopped escalating. Before the election, I had every news station (except FOX. I'd only watch that for a laugh) send me text messages to update me on the democratic primaries! People thought I was being some rude popular jerk on my phone all the time - and while I was being rude on my phone so much, it definitely wasn't popular.
From day one, My hopes were behind Hillary. Such is the way of the glass ceiling that she's now sitting in a Secretary job. Perfect, right?
I wonder if she feeds Obama's fish... Nah.
Anyway, This video is great. If you haven't already seen John McCain on the Ellen show, you need to see it now.
Greatest Awkward Moment on Day Time EVER:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A7addd1-SY8&feature=related
I love Ellen so much.
"Our love is the same. To me, what it feels like, I will speak for myself, when you say 'well you can have a contract'... It sounds to me like you're saying you can sit there but you you can't sit there. You know?" -Ellen.
I love how John McCain needs to keep using the phrase "respectable disagreements" - its just SO CLOSE to an oxymoron and a lie. Ultimately its just a really good excuse to speak without saying anything, a talent politicians are known for.
Did you notice his laugh at the very end, when he says "Touche, Ellen!"? How creepy does he look there?
Be honest. He's scary!
He looks like/sounds like the guy on the front porch of his grey house in a creaky chair who you don't want to ask candy from on Halloween and your parents nudge you along saying "Ol' Johnny is a war hero!" but this is somewhat irrelavant and you don't really care because you think he hates you for being on his front lawn and for being a person in general so you'd rather pass his house and try to stare without him notice until you're at a safe distance but instead your parents make you go so you walk halfway up until you start to cry and it ruins your clown makeup which makes you even more upset and its a ridiculous time to cry in the eyes of any adult so this man taunts you from his chair and lets out this kind of laugh!
...
Well... I'm sure he's not that horrible. I bet John is normally a very nice, admirable man. But you can't see it when he laughs like that. This is just my opinion at this place in time.
Um...
Anyway! I'm so glad this creepy creepy guy and the ideas he represents isn't in My White House. How about you?
Oh, and I'm glad this crazy crazy lady is as far from the White House as she could possibly be while still on American soil. Although Alaska is still kinda close. Can't she just move to the moon?
Here's a little reminder that its good to be alive in this economy disaster with good old Joe Biden presiding over the senate as VP - and not this nut!!
Sometimes I really want him to win, just to screw everything up.
This time, I'm glad he didn't.
It was just in time for the crazy case of Electionmania to sweep the nation, 10 months before November. Long time, when you think about it! Yet looking back, its as if we all just made a wish, blew out the candles, held onto our dandilions, and blinked.
I've been looking back at old clips of my favorite moments of 2008's election which I was so wrapped up in. My news habits still have not declined, but they have stopped escalating. Before the election, I had every news station (except FOX. I'd only watch that for a laugh) send me text messages to update me on the democratic primaries! People thought I was being some rude popular jerk on my phone all the time - and while I was being rude on my phone so much, it definitely wasn't popular.
From day one, My hopes were behind Hillary. Such is the way of the glass ceiling that she's now sitting in a Secretary job. Perfect, right?
I wonder if she feeds Obama's fish... Nah.
Anyway, This video is great. If you haven't already seen John McCain on the Ellen show, you need to see it now.
Greatest Awkward Moment on Day Time EVER:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A7addd1-SY8&feature=related
I love Ellen so much.
"Our love is the same. To me, what it feels like, I will speak for myself, when you say 'well you can have a contract'... It sounds to me like you're saying you can sit there but you you can't sit there. You know?" -Ellen.
I love how John McCain needs to keep using the phrase "respectable disagreements" - its just SO CLOSE to an oxymoron and a lie. Ultimately its just a really good excuse to speak without saying anything, a talent politicians are known for.
Did you notice his laugh at the very end, when he says "Touche, Ellen!"? How creepy does he look there?
Be honest. He's scary!
He looks like/sounds like the guy on the front porch of his grey house in a creaky chair who you don't want to ask candy from on Halloween and your parents nudge you along saying "Ol' Johnny is a war hero!" but this is somewhat irrelavant and you don't really care because you think he hates you for being on his front lawn and for being a person in general so you'd rather pass his house and try to stare without him notice until you're at a safe distance but instead your parents make you go so you walk halfway up until you start to cry and it ruins your clown makeup which makes you even more upset and its a ridiculous time to cry in the eyes of any adult so this man taunts you from his chair and lets out this kind of laugh!
...
Well... I'm sure he's not that horrible. I bet John is normally a very nice, admirable man. But you can't see it when he laughs like that. This is just my opinion at this place in time.
Um...
Anyway! I'm so glad this creepy creepy guy and the ideas he represents isn't in My White House. How about you?
Oh, and I'm glad this crazy crazy lady is as far from the White House as she could possibly be while still on American soil. Although Alaska is still kinda close. Can't she just move to the moon?
Here's a little reminder that its good to be alive in this economy disaster with good old Joe Biden presiding over the senate as VP - and not this nut!!
Dumber then a third grader? Why am I not surprised...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eWegdnKWp4M&feature=related
Monday, February 23, 2009
SPEAK OUT ACT NOW! Vote NO on 1!
"1" is the new "8", but will "WON" be the new "H8"?
It's up to us!
http://equalitygainesville.com/
Here's a SPEAK OUT ACT NOW related email straight from my buddy Anthony Haynes, HRC organizer. He said it best so I'm just going to copy and paste his call to action!
“Now that we are on the other side of the election and each one of you have been trained on campaign work we have some work to do. There are many opportunities to get involved and many of you are already doing great things, but there is one item that I need to rally as many people around as possible. It is short term work because there is a Charter Amendment up for vote on March 24, 2009. This work can be done from your home. All you need is a computer with internet access and a cell phone. We are working to help HRC's very own Regional Field Director, Sultan Shakir, who has been sent to Gainsville FL to help defeat Charter Amendment 1.
Here is a brief breakdown:
* Charter Amendment 1 eliminates protections against discrimination and makes it legal to fire someone from their job or kick them out of their home because they are lesbian, gay, bisexual, or transgender.
* Charter Amendment 1 takes away the City’s power to protect its citizens from discrimination! It prohibits the City Commission from prohibiting discrimination based on sexual orientation, gender identity, veteran status, economic status, or political affiliation and gives Tallahassee politicians the sole power to dictate what is best for the citizens of Gainesville.
http://equalitygainesville.com/
In the short term we need as many people working the phones as possible to help fight this awful Charter Amendment. Why help with this Amendment in Gainesville when you live in NY? Simple: what happens in FL effects all of us no matter where we live, and we have HRC members calling from across the country to help defeat this Charter Amendment. All of this work can be done from your home and we will be organizing call centers once a week to work together as a group. If you are interested in helping with this and other efforts here in NY please email me today!
Anthony Hayes
Anthony.Hayes@hrc.org
Human Rights Campaign
Regional Field Organizer"
So ...What are you still doing on this blog? GO TO THE SITE!
http://equalitygainesville.com/
Don't wake up on March 5th feeling like its November 5th all over again!
This world has a funny way of mixing great achievements (President Obama) with devastating loses (Prop. 8) and hey, SEAN PENN WON AN OSCAR!!!
-- We can't risk this one! It has all the tell tale signs!!!
Really, if I didn't think it were big, I wouldn't be saying this:
THEO CAN WAIT, EQUALITY CAN'T! GO HELP OUT NOW!
http://equalitygainesville.com/
My blog will still be here when you're done, k? Promise.
Now, really, time for this: http://equalitygainesville.com/
Thank you all!
Theo.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Whether Accident or Intentional
[My first sonnet! I think you can call it that. My english professor always says writing free formed poems is like painting abstract - it doesn't mean you're a good artist, but it doesn't make you a bad one. Plenty of people say, "oh, I don't do realism, I paint abstract" when the truth is, they just can't. If you can paint the hard way, or write in a traditional form, you'll have a better knack for easy going open verse forms, and you'll actually be doing something when you paint abstract! What do you think? -Theo]
WHETHER ACCIDENT OR INTENTIONAL
What do you do when you wound animals?
Whether accident or intentional.
Do you bring to it a swifter short end?
Or wait and let it walk until its dead?
How can you put it out of misery?
Do you know its capacity to survive?
Since miracles happen so constantly
Yet it’d be sin to let the ‘thing’ just die.
You have in one way, or several others,
Ruined our chance of being together.
Will we walk down aisles until we die?
Or will I quit, Bringing a swift quick end?
Whether Accident or Intentional
We are two wounded animals.
WHETHER ACCIDENT OR INTENTIONAL
What do you do when you wound animals?
Whether accident or intentional.
Do you bring to it a swifter short end?
Or wait and let it walk until its dead?
How can you put it out of misery?
Do you know its capacity to survive?
Since miracles happen so constantly
Yet it’d be sin to let the ‘thing’ just die.
You have in one way, or several others,
Ruined our chance of being together.
Will we walk down aisles until we die?
Or will I quit, Bringing a swift quick end?
Whether Accident or Intentional
We are two wounded animals.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
OH GOD: Not another religious website 'chopping' away at gays!
As the grandchild of a lumberjack, I am sincerely offended. Chopping? Really?Read on.
Step One: Go to this site, so you know what I'm talking about.
http://www.lovegodsway.org/
Step Two: Turn on some angry 'gate way' music.
Step Three: Continue reading.
Thank you.
C.H.O.P.
Changing Homosexuals into Ordinary People.
The anger and astonishment provoked by this hip new acronym for all the cool christian kids has not only made me severely dizzy, but tempts me to quote fellow Canadian Avril Lavigne's song "Anything But Ordinary" but on second thought, I won't go there.
Just, Look at the ADs they have! Don't you just want to put that on a can of soup? It's Slim Fast for gays! How can they put that on their site and STILL try to maintain some sort of seriousness?
Not only that, but they quote Oscar Wilde "reformed homosexual":
"Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return. With us time itself does not progress. It revolves. It seems to circle round one centre of pain."
Are these words supposed to make someone want to be straight? Personally, I interpretted it to validate alchoholism. Or writing poetry, much like Walt Whitman and Emily Dickenson did. Both 'reformed homosexuals' themselves.
I think they're using the word reformed where they should say Closeted. Why closeted? Becaues "God Hates Fags" still exists.
Don't forget to check out the "GAY BANDS" section. Elton John is on there twice!!!
So are the Jonas Brothers, Toby Keith "(cowboy)", The Butchies "(lizbians)", and some chick named "Kate Bush (kissed a girl)" -- Wait, is that supposed to be Katy Perry?
While you're at it, take a tour of their safe bands.
CYNDI LAUPER - Speaks at Gay Rallies all the time!
UNDEROATH - Worst Emo Band Ever. They aren't safe from themselves!
FLYLEAF - What?! Ok, they are a disputable "Christian" band, but, what? They're scary!
And to top it all off:
THE DRESDEN DOLLS
Flyleaf + Creativity - Christianity = Dresden Dolls.Don't get me wrong, I LOVE the Dresden Dolls. And, hey, they are straight! They just like to wear make up and fishnet, and sing about murder and alcohol and self mutilation... BUT if straight is what makes you safe, they are most definitely happily married!
My personal favorite by them, and really if I had time for a music column I'd write loads about them, but my personal favorite is "Bad Habit" because it's the happiest song I've ever heard about cutting yourself. See:
"the ugly marks are worth the momentary gain...when i jab a sharpened object in choirs of angels seem to sing hymns of hate in memorandum"
Aww, see, they do sing about Angels after all... Totally
safe band.
Here's a really crappy live version of that song so you can get an idea of how happy this song is, and how "Safe" they are...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P0aNGyPwSoM&feature=related
And because lyrics are important, read along! http://www.dresdendolls.com/downloads_n_lyrics/lyrics/badhabit.htm
ANYWAY, I figured I'd share this insanity with you guys for two reasons:
1) For a laugh, or a scream
2) TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT
Anything. Tell your friends, point out the innaccuracys of EVERYTHING.
Personally, I chose to write a blog.
And while I wrote that blog, I wrote two emails from two different addresses.
1. One simply said "check your facts" and had a link to these sites:
1) http://www.beyondexgay.com/
2) http://www.news-medical.net/?id=20718
3) http://psychology.ucdavis.edu/rainbow/html/facts_mental_health.html
of some pretty good arguments for homosexuality that this guy didn't even touch.
2. The other email said "I HATE GAYS" and told them to list Relient K, Chevelle, and Carrie Underwood under their gay bands.
Hahaha! My three favorite Christian artists thrown right there on the gay band wagon!
So keep an eye out for them!
OH and before you go, check this out!
Right under their FEEL THE MIRACLE Music Video, they have a little link to their shop, reminding us gays that right under heterosexuality, money is also important.
Oh! Oh! Homoaroma Therapy Candles! Mmm! Cures my same sex attraction with every whiff!
It even says PURCHASING GOD'S WAY! I didn't know there was such a thing!
...This has to be a joke. Thoughts?
-Theo
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Entry.
[This one's diving in the deep end. I feel it necessary to add - it's not written from the first person, so no worries. It's the point of view of a very close friend of mine, written after I first witnessed/learned of her daily night terrors first hand. Tough topic to cover through poetry, this is my shot at it. My only advice to anyone going through any kind of parental/spousal abuse: Talk! - Theo]
Entry.
My eyes have seen
enough as it is.
These tears, My heart
is water damaged.
Breaking an entry
inside your skeleton
Going through your things
without a warrant
Without permission, Without consent,
Without any mutual verbal agreement.
Without a care - how will these wounds scar?
I honestly haven’t planned that far
And now you know how it feels.
Didn’t you know,
You reap what you sow?
Karma caught you like you caught my arm
A tight hold, a strong grab that implies harm
The kinds that ruptures veins under the skin
So the next day you struggle to hide the bruises
Do you like
being on the other side?
Do you like
Having trouble sleeping at night?
Be honest,
I didn’t.
But I’ll admit,
I might sleep better covered in scars
Knowing you’re behind bars
Trying to sleep on a cold hard bed
Next to an inmate who fancies men
No diary entry has been enough
to soak up the tears and heal the wounds
I could use all 100 pages/200 sheets
But I would only need more paper by noon
No one thought, no one could predict
how you'd enter my mind and my thoughts, too
It wasn't as simple as picking up and leaving
and it wasn't as easy as just tattle-taleing.
I guess we'll never understand each other's sides
At least I have the upperhand for doing what was right
Irony is tragic and hard to understand
But behave and benefit from its plan.
Entry by Theo Martin
copyrighted 2009
Entry.
My eyes have seen
enough as it is.
These tears, My heart
is water damaged.
Breaking an entry
inside your skeleton
Going through your things
without a warrant
Without permission, Without consent,
Without any mutual verbal agreement.
Without a care - how will these wounds scar?
I honestly haven’t planned that far
And now you know how it feels.
Didn’t you know,
You reap what you sow?
Karma caught you like you caught my arm
A tight hold, a strong grab that implies harm
The kinds that ruptures veins under the skin
So the next day you struggle to hide the bruises
Do you like
being on the other side?
Do you like
Having trouble sleeping at night?
Be honest,
I didn’t.
But I’ll admit,
I might sleep better covered in scars
Knowing you’re behind bars
Trying to sleep on a cold hard bed
Next to an inmate who fancies men
No diary entry has been enough
to soak up the tears and heal the wounds
I could use all 100 pages/200 sheets
But I would only need more paper by noon
No one thought, no one could predict
how you'd enter my mind and my thoughts, too
It wasn't as simple as picking up and leaving
and it wasn't as easy as just tattle-taleing.
I guess we'll never understand each other's sides
At least I have the upperhand for doing what was right
Irony is tragic and hard to understand
But behave and benefit from its plan.
Entry by Theo Martin
copyrighted 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
DAILY DOSE OF 'PHOBE: Spotlight on O'Reilly
Oh really, O'Reilly?So, to celebrate St. Pat's day a whole month early (why not?) I decided I'd post a video of my least favorite Irish person saying the dumbest, most angering things he could ever say, in my point of view.
This video is a few years old, but it still is one of the few videos on YouTube/moments on TV that leave me truly speechless, because I know once I start screaming about it, I won't stop. So, I'll leave the arguing and screaming and ranting all up to you guys!
DISCLAIMER: Billy-boy here in no way shape or form represents the view of all/any people of Irish ethnicity. I know this because I've dated a few (and yeah, it was an 'inapprorpiate' same-sex relationship:)
Enjoy the fuel for your fires:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wj8g031VKj0
Saturday, February 14, 2009
The Spark
[Happy Valentine's day all! Here's one to coincedental/accidental first kisses, minus the hassle of the trouble it can cause! You can read plenty of those poems later. This piece is pure electricity! Hope you enjoy, Theo.]
A fire in my belly
Back drafting out of my eyes
My nose, my mouth, and my hands
Flames leaping out of my pores
And jumping into yours.
Your big brown eyes
Like two big black holes
They have gravities of their own.
Their pulling me in,
imploding in themselves,
Making me disappear,
Blending me into one.
Like metal to a magnet,
We accelerate towards each other.
Closer, faster, and connect.
We catch each other with such finesse
Like a puzzle, it was just meant.
Fate, in a way. Just-
Like two cars clip in an accident.
A spark of static leaps across.
Your lips tingle against mine.
Your arms tangle around me.
We’ve created something, big.
It could be a life, it could be a mess.
Its getting hot standing here
So close to you in the freezing cold.
Is it just me?
Like a spot light from the heavens,
Shining down upon us,
There’s a chemistry between us,
Besides the chemical in our blood.
I pull away, then I return,
as the tension insists.
For a moment I’m surrounded
By an eerie calm of distraction,
an ignorant bliss.
These problems, their symptoms,
No longer persist.
You are a friend, a medicine,
A finely combined mix.
I’m left stunned and speechless
Shot by a dart to the heart
And I didn’t even see it coming.
But I feel as if I could've.
This fire in me,
This fire I have,
It roars loudly and burns quickly,
From one heart to the next to the next.
I'm trying to find the right extinguisher
That will cool it to just a low steam
Slowly emitting a pot of hot water
Ready for a tea.
This fire burns bridges,
But it needs you.
I need you.
You are more then just a convenience
You are much more then just a route.
There’s a reason I stop to speak to you
And I don’t just pass on my commute.
I don’t want to play darts at hearts again,
I tend to miss the mark.
But I cant deny this science
I cannot argue with the spark.
The Spark
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Attacked by a Cougar!!
Its older then racism,
but it’s the new sexism.
Its not just a fad with this
generation but all generations.
It’s a little prejudice called ageism
and we stick it to those who do it.
Laugh at the differences now
but the hate is all the same!
Attacked by a Cougar.
Hey, Age is just a number,
An insignificant digit.
And it seems you’ve picked mine, my dear.
You’re only as old as your innocence
And if it makes you feel any better
I’ve been guilty for many years.
1, 2, 3, 4...
You purr like a kitten
You pounce like a lion
Clean cut but misleading
Oh Dear, What are you hiding?
You’ve got my scent
And you’re on the prowl
Sense of smell like a hound
With the eyes of an owl
There’s no way I can out run
There’s no way you’ll be out done
By this punk kid waiting against a brick wall
For what, I don’t know, but I may as well stall
Attacked by a cougar
Mauled beyond recognition
You do what you want, girl
There is no point to resisting
I can fight the tide, the system, the sky
But I’ll never find the words to describe
The way you sink your teeth into life
For as long as I live to write
I’ll never find words to describe
Age is just a number,
Alright, Alright. You still got it.
Age is just a number,
Alright, Alright, You still got it.
1, 2... 1, 2, 3, 4...
Attacked by a cougar
Mauled beyond recognition
You do what you need, girl
There is no point to resisting.
Attacked by a Cougar
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin.
but it’s the new sexism.
Its not just a fad with this
generation but all generations.
It’s a little prejudice called ageism
and we stick it to those who do it.
Laugh at the differences now
but the hate is all the same!
Attacked by a Cougar.
Hey, Age is just a number,
An insignificant digit.
And it seems you’ve picked mine, my dear.
You’re only as old as your innocence
And if it makes you feel any better
I’ve been guilty for many years.
1, 2, 3, 4...
You purr like a kitten
You pounce like a lion
Clean cut but misleading
Oh Dear, What are you hiding?
You’ve got my scent
And you’re on the prowl
Sense of smell like a hound
With the eyes of an owl
There’s no way I can out run
There’s no way you’ll be out done
By this punk kid waiting against a brick wall
For what, I don’t know, but I may as well stall
Attacked by a cougar
Mauled beyond recognition
You do what you want, girl
There is no point to resisting
I can fight the tide, the system, the sky
But I’ll never find the words to describe
The way you sink your teeth into life
For as long as I live to write
I’ll never find words to describe
Age is just a number,
Alright, Alright. You still got it.
Age is just a number,
Alright, Alright, You still got it.
1, 2... 1, 2, 3, 4...
Attacked by a cougar
Mauled beyond recognition
You do what you need, girl
There is no point to resisting.
Attacked by a Cougar
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Bothersome Reminders
(This piece is incomplete, but you wouldn't know that unless you read this, huh?)
This is a song that gets on every body’s nerves….
WELL I would like to die in a hospital bed
As much as I would like to lie with your songs in my head
It’s got an inescapable hook, its almost addictive
I’m coming off to strangers as slightly obsessive
This is foreign territory, I might regret it
This isn’t Kansas anymore, its unprecedented
You ask if I’m ok, I say honey you said it
I’m fine, I feel great, I just wish I was dead and
There’s nothing I can do
To get your songs our of my head
Your songs in my head
Its stuck in my head
There’s nothing I can do
To get these bugs from my bed
Get them out of my bed
They’re in my bed
They’re telling me
You thought you could be
Anything
Anything you wanted to be
You thought you could have
Anything
Anything you wanted to have
Well guess what
Guess what you want
Guess what’s not gonna be
Under your tree
Don’t you see
You’re better off wishing for world peace
Those beauty pageant girls get better beauty sleep
Bothersome Reminders
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin
This is a song that gets on every body’s nerves….
WELL I would like to die in a hospital bed
As much as I would like to lie with your songs in my head
It’s got an inescapable hook, its almost addictive
I’m coming off to strangers as slightly obsessive
This is foreign territory, I might regret it
This isn’t Kansas anymore, its unprecedented
You ask if I’m ok, I say honey you said it
I’m fine, I feel great, I just wish I was dead and
There’s nothing I can do
To get your songs our of my head
Your songs in my head
Its stuck in my head
There’s nothing I can do
To get these bugs from my bed
Get them out of my bed
They’re in my bed
They’re telling me
You thought you could be
Anything
Anything you wanted to be
You thought you could have
Anything
Anything you wanted to have
Well guess what
Guess what you want
Guess what’s not gonna be
Under your tree
Don’t you see
You’re better off wishing for world peace
Those beauty pageant girls get better beauty sleep
Bothersome Reminders
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin
Sunday, February 8, 2009
WARNING: Keep Weapons And Heliocoptors Away From This Lipsticked Pit Bull
"I shoot a motha' f'ckin moose eight days of the week!"
-Amy Pohler in Sarah Palin's SNL Rap Skit
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/02/02/ashley-judd-slams-sarah-p_n_163312.html
Dear Actress Ashley Judd,
I commend you, sincerely. You took a stand, you stood out, and you're probably going to get into ridiculous amounts of trouble for it. But you said it anyway! That's whats so great about it.
An example to everyone: It doesn't take a lot to speak your mind. There might be reprocussions, but you can bet you will make an affect. Carry Judd's movement for the rights of animals on!
Eternally grateful,
Theo, and the Wolves of Alaska
Saturday, February 7, 2009
The Key Change
The key change.
The song jumps.
The mood switches.
The atmosphere lifts off my shoulders,
And takes me with it like an alien ship
Gravity lifting my ears into space
And for that split second
I’m squished into one little being
And yanked through a vacuum
Pulled into the song
Like a long lost love pulling me to the water that splashes on a shore,
Or a good friend pulling me through a crowd closer to the stage,
Or like a fireman pulling me through the rubble to safety,
And once I’m there,
The floor is put back under my feet,
The weight of the world returns and rests gently on my shoulders.
The tidal wave seeps into the earth,
And the rhythm and the waves roll once more,
Catching their footing on the time line
Of this new layer.
And the song comes to a close,
The last chord is strummed.
The journey ends when I land the jump and stick it.
The Key Change
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin.
The song jumps.
The mood switches.
The atmosphere lifts off my shoulders,
And takes me with it like an alien ship
Gravity lifting my ears into space
And for that split second
I’m squished into one little being
And yanked through a vacuum
Pulled into the song
Like a long lost love pulling me to the water that splashes on a shore,
Or a good friend pulling me through a crowd closer to the stage,
Or like a fireman pulling me through the rubble to safety,
And once I’m there,
The floor is put back under my feet,
The weight of the world returns and rests gently on my shoulders.
The tidal wave seeps into the earth,
And the rhythm and the waves roll once more,
Catching their footing on the time line
Of this new layer.
And the song comes to a close,
The last chord is strummed.
The journey ends when I land the jump and stick it.
The Key Change
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin.
He.
He’s got a bit of a god complex
But then again who doesn’t?
He’s the kind that thinks of you
When everyone else wasn’t.
And he thinks he’s at the tip
Of an iceberg that’s melting quick
And if he doesn’t jump, he’ll miss it
He’s honest but he doesn’t know what the truth is.
And he thinks he’s at the edge,
But he’s got a while to go.
And he hopes it’s just a phase or a test,
But these days you never know.
Reality appears,
And vanishes just as quick.
He’ll never be complete.
He’s filling a crater by kicking dirt with his feet.
He’s riding on wheels up a hill that’s too steep,
He’s running from the truth that will put him on the streets.
And he considers speaking out
So much
He can’t keep count
Of who
Think they know
Or know he think’s
When will I -- Will I? -- Can I?
Can I ever be free?
And he tries, he tries, he tries
To look on the bright side of life.
And he thinks he’s at the edge,
He’s got a while to go.
And he hopes it’s just a phase or a test
But these days you never know.
Reality appears,
And vanishes just as quick.
Sometimes
the brightest lights
Have the darkest thoughts,
Burning on this idea that it will light itself,
Like it lights everyone else.
Like it will inspire itself
To look on the bright side tonight,
He lives night by night,
And dies a little each time.
So,
They told him to write a note
Of all the things he hated most,
But he couldn’t find all the words
That could best describe
The hate he has inside,
And it was
All aimed at himself.
They said now burn the note
And watch the ashes float
So he took it to his throat.
He used the subject as the media
And made the act an art.
He left,
Leaving nothing behind,
Letting no one know-
What goes on behind scenes
Of a one man duel identity scheme
He didn’t look back,
He didn't have to.
He was free.
He.
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin
But then again who doesn’t?
He’s the kind that thinks of you
When everyone else wasn’t.
And he thinks he’s at the tip
Of an iceberg that’s melting quick
And if he doesn’t jump, he’ll miss it
He’s honest but he doesn’t know what the truth is.
And he thinks he’s at the edge,
But he’s got a while to go.
And he hopes it’s just a phase or a test,
But these days you never know.
Reality appears,
And vanishes just as quick.
He’ll never be complete.
He’s filling a crater by kicking dirt with his feet.
He’s riding on wheels up a hill that’s too steep,
He’s running from the truth that will put him on the streets.
And he considers speaking out
So much
He can’t keep count
Of who
Think they know
Or know he think’s
When will I -- Will I? -- Can I?
Can I ever be free?
And he tries, he tries, he tries
To look on the bright side of life.
And he thinks he’s at the edge,
He’s got a while to go.
And he hopes it’s just a phase or a test
But these days you never know.
Reality appears,
And vanishes just as quick.
Sometimes
the brightest lights
Have the darkest thoughts,
Burning on this idea that it will light itself,
Like it lights everyone else.
Like it will inspire itself
To look on the bright side tonight,
He lives night by night,
And dies a little each time.
So,
They told him to write a note
Of all the things he hated most,
But he couldn’t find all the words
That could best describe
The hate he has inside,
And it was
All aimed at himself.
They said now burn the note
And watch the ashes float
So he took it to his throat.
He used the subject as the media
And made the act an art.
He left,
Leaving nothing behind,
Letting no one know-
What goes on behind scenes
Of a one man duel identity scheme
He didn’t look back,
He didn't have to.
He was free.
He.
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin
Thursday, February 5, 2009
SPEAK OUT ACT NOW: Christian Anti-Defamation League, aka CADL, aka Cattle?)
Ok, I know, it's been a while.
But I'm coming back, and I am bringing a bang.
Here's the background story, in case I loose you:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=20M9ywn7Zgs
So, I went to this site, http://www.christianadc.org/ and let me tell you, it is suspicious. Just to read an article I had to register! So, of course, I did, because I wasn't going to let that stop me from seeing what they had to say.
And, boy, what they had to say!
Here's a copy of their article called "Obama's Dangerous Hate Crime Agenda ":
(I bolded all the good stuff)
"Within moments of Barack Hussein Obama, the most liberal member of the U.S. Senate, being sworn in as the President of the United States, the White House's website was updated. It showed that President Obama is strongly in favor of hate crimes legislation and will work to see it passed. Hate Crimes will silence Christians and keep them from fulfilling their duty to God to proclaim the truth!
As a State Senator, Obama helped pass hate crimes legislation in Illinois. On his White House website Obama shows that he is determined to pass the most pro-homosexual, free-speech destroying legislation ever to come before Congress, including expanded hate crime laws, and legal "support for the LGBT (Lesbian, Gay, Bi-Sexual, Transgender) community."
WHOA - Let me stop right there. I'm breaking this down in bullets:
- Do we REALLY have to use the middle name? You have to go there? Within seconds, their maturity level has sunk to fifth grade status.
- "The Most Liberal" - instantly inaccurate. He is probably the farthest from. Not only are you lying, but your sores from losing are showing. Get a bandage for it, get over it, TELL THE TRUTH!
- This is my favorite. This quote will be the topic of the next few bullets:
"Hate Crimes will silence Christians and keep them from fulfilling their duty to God to proclaim the truth!" - Now, shall I make an indented numbered list of whats wrong with that statement? I shall. In fact, I'll talk to you like you are a 5th grader:
1. Hate Crimes are bad things. I don't know if you've realized this. But you should.
It's got that H word in it. Hate. That is the opposite of Love. Thats right. That L Word that Jesus liked so much. No, I'm not talking about the show on showtime. I wish it was as trivial as that. No, this L word is a big deal. It's kind of what the Messiah spoke about his entire life. Love, love, love. Love is good. Hate? No, Jesus didn't like hate.
2. It also has this C word in it. Crime. Say it with me. Crime. Do you know what a crime is? Why, it is something a criminal does. It is something bad, and against the law. This could be the law of the government, or of the church. Now, these two laws, they are two seperate things. For example, in 30 AD, the government thought Jesus was a criminal, but the church knew he was a savior. Then, the church though Gaileo was a criminal for thinking the Earth goes around the Sun, and it turns out they were wrong. See, they are different, because some people have one religion but a different government, or vice versa. I'll explain more on this. But, whether its religious law or legal law, crime is also bad.
3. Thus, you have a Hate Crime. When you combine the words, specifically what the government is saying is: You cannot commit a hate crime, aka, a Crime because you Hate someone. More specifically, you cannot hurt a person just because of a bias, like the color of their skin, their gender, their nationality, their religion, their gender identity, or their sexual preference. Hate crimes are usually acts of violence against innocent people who are discriminated against for these reasons by someone who is very biased, or in other words, has a lot of hate towards a kind of people, enough to hurt them in a crime.
4. The President wants to fix this, and make it wrong to hurt people. He won't be silencing anyone, just protecting. In fact, if he DIDN'T do this, he would be silencing the people who would have to live in fear of these people who do hate crimes, or maybe even silencing them by making it ok to hurt them until they can't talk anymore.
5. What Would Jesus Do? Now, I wouldn't call myself an expert on this stuff, but I'm pretty sure the Bible doesn't want you to hurt people. The Bible wants you to help people and love people. So, wouldn't this be the RIGHT thing to do? By protecting people with this new law? Its a religious law too, not to hurt people. What's wrong with making it a legal one, so everyone follows it?
Do you get it? Good. Class dismissed. - Back to adult talk. "...the most pro-homosexual, free-speech destroying legislation"? You idiots, it isn't giving anyone any priviledges! It is giving UNALIENABLE RIGHTS. The right to LIVE without getting your teeth kicked in! The right to be yourself without being MURDERED for BIAS! It destroys NO speech - except the filthy mouth you might talk to a child in. YES, YOU WILL NO LONGER BE ABLE TO CALL A CHILD OR A STUDENT OR EMPLOYEE A FAGGOT. YOU SHOULDN'T BE DOING THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE.
LOOK: This is not a game, CADL. This isn't a session of Chess, and you aren't losing a Rook here. These are people's LIVES at stake, ok? Whether you think they are abomination or not, they are GOD'S CHILDREN just like you, just like me, just like everyone else in this world. Just like the Saints and Apostles themselves.
President Obama is not giving them any more priviledge or anymore right then he would give a minority race, a foriegn ethnicity, or a RELIGION which also suffers attacks. If you are not willing to help pass legistlation to STOP the HATE and the crime, you are supporting the act of violence.
Don't you see? Every dollar you spend, every effort you put forward to stop this legistlation from passing is another fist in someones jaw, another foot in a teenager's mouth, another hateful word in the ears of a child, confused like a lost lamb.
Regardless, Whether homosexual and transgender lifestyles are right or wrong, they are still people who come from the same creator.
Think about the Good Samaritan, think about the shepard's lost lamb, the prodigal son, the story of Paul/Saul, so many stories of people who get lost and abused but are given the chance to return and live life once again. This law could be their chance to live, perhaps a different lifestyle, perhaps a similar but more grateful one.
Think about it.
I am... out of words.
Theo.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Imagine (How It Could Happen)
I call you at work and say
Don’t worry I’ll make it quick
You say you’ve got a minute
That’s when I pop the question
This is one of those situations
That I have imagined
Over and over again
In my head, in my head.
It’s a known fact that everyone
Goes to Yankee Stadium
Say what’s that on the screen?
Oh look it’s you and me
It’s a little cliché, I’d say.
So to avoid being a total tool
I take you to see Regina at McCarren Pool
And as the rain falls down
I get jewelry out as you turn around
I hope I’m not being too pretentious, Hoping you’ll say yes
But to be fairly modest, you have a choice I guess
But I’m a believer in fate, and an optimist
Some things are just to great to be coincidence
I’m too wired to sleep, you get ready for bed
You ask if I had something to say, I look like you have three heads
You say, “Oh, I must be imagining things”
Tonight is not the night, I put away your ring.
I’m a believer in fate, and an optimist
Some things are just to great to be coincidence.
I’m a believer in fate, and an optimist
Some things are just to great to be coincidence.
Imagine (How It Could Happen) by Theo Martin
Don’t worry I’ll make it quick
You say you’ve got a minute
That’s when I pop the question
This is one of those situations
That I have imagined
Over and over again
In my head, in my head.
It’s a known fact that everyone
Goes to Yankee Stadium
Say what’s that on the screen?
Oh look it’s you and me
It’s a little cliché, I’d say.
So to avoid being a total tool
I take you to see Regina at McCarren Pool
And as the rain falls down
I get jewelry out as you turn around
I hope I’m not being too pretentious, Hoping you’ll say yes
But to be fairly modest, you have a choice I guess
But I’m a believer in fate, and an optimist
Some things are just to great to be coincidence
I’m too wired to sleep, you get ready for bed
You ask if I had something to say, I look like you have three heads
You say, “Oh, I must be imagining things”
Tonight is not the night, I put away your ring.
I’m a believer in fate, and an optimist
Some things are just to great to be coincidence.
I’m a believer in fate, and an optimist
Some things are just to great to be coincidence.
Imagine (How It Could Happen) by Theo Martin
Sunday, January 25, 2009
GLBT Statistics: The Majority doesn't hate the Minority, and they support them more then you'd think!
Remember that not too long ago, things were a lot different! This is a mark of improvement!
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Three-quarters of U.S. adults (75%) favor either marriage or domestic partnerships/civil unions for gay and lesbian couples. Only about two in 10 (22%) say gay and lesbian couples should have no legal recognition. (Gay and lesbian couples are able to marry in two states, and comprehensive civil union or domestic partnership laws exist in only five others and the District of Columbia.)
U.S. adults are now about evenly divided on whether they support allowing gay and lesbian couples to legally marry (47% favor to 49% oppose).
Almost two-thirds (64%) of U.S. adults favor allowing openly gay military personnel to serve in the armed forces. (The current "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" law bans military service by openly gay personnel.)
About six in 10 (63%) U.S. adults favor expanding hate crime laws to cover gay and transgender people. (Hate crimes laws cover gay and transgender people in 11 states and the District of Columbia, and an additional – 20 states' laws cover sexual orientation but not gender identity.)
A slight majority of U.S. adults (51%) favor protecting gay and transgender people under existing laws that prohibit discrimination in employment, housing, and public accommodations. (Existing non-discrimination laws cover gay and transgender people in only 12 states and the District of Columbia, and eight other states' laws cover sexual orientation but not gender identity.)
Nearly seven out of 10 U.S. adults (69%) oppose laws that would ban qualified gay and lesbian couples from adopting children. (In several states, gay and lesbian couples are banned from adopting.)
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Interesting things! Read the full story here at HRC: http://www.hrcbackstory.org/coming_out/
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Three-quarters of U.S. adults (75%) favor either marriage or domestic partnerships/civil unions for gay and lesbian couples. Only about two in 10 (22%) say gay and lesbian couples should have no legal recognition. (Gay and lesbian couples are able to marry in two states, and comprehensive civil union or domestic partnership laws exist in only five others and the District of Columbia.)
U.S. adults are now about evenly divided on whether they support allowing gay and lesbian couples to legally marry (47% favor to 49% oppose).
Almost two-thirds (64%) of U.S. adults favor allowing openly gay military personnel to serve in the armed forces. (The current "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" law bans military service by openly gay personnel.)
About six in 10 (63%) U.S. adults favor expanding hate crime laws to cover gay and transgender people. (Hate crimes laws cover gay and transgender people in 11 states and the District of Columbia, and an additional – 20 states' laws cover sexual orientation but not gender identity.)
A slight majority of U.S. adults (51%) favor protecting gay and transgender people under existing laws that prohibit discrimination in employment, housing, and public accommodations. (Existing non-discrimination laws cover gay and transgender people in only 12 states and the District of Columbia, and eight other states' laws cover sexual orientation but not gender identity.)
Nearly seven out of 10 U.S. adults (69%) oppose laws that would ban qualified gay and lesbian couples from adopting children. (In several states, gay and lesbian couples are banned from adopting.)
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Interesting things! Read the full story here at HRC: http://www.hrcbackstory.org/coming_out/
Saturday, January 24, 2009
We Might As Well (Since We're On Our Way To Hell)
So, I walk in
I brought my two friends
And we’re sitting at the bar
Drinking Heinekens.
And that’s when you,
That’s when you walk in.
You caught the corner of my eye
And you turned my head,
Like a hook.
My sights are locked in
But my safety is on
in case you got a boy friend!
Like a hook
Of a song in my head
I can’t repress the words
And soon I just start singin’
Come on, Come on
You know its wrong.
You know you know
Don’t act like you know better/
Come on, It’s wrong
Isn’t that why
its seems so right?
Hey.
Come on, Come on
You know its wrong.
You know you know
Don’t act like you know better
Come on, It’s wrong
But if
We’re on our way to hell…
We may as well.
Maybe its because
I’m going for the subtle thing
you haven’t been
able to tell
That I’m thinking
I didn’t travel,
all this way
To keep my hands to myself
Let’s go
They don’t care
Don’t you know
It’s true.
Let’s leave
Let’s get out, please
Don’t you know
It’s you.
From the time
That I met you
I knew, Oh yeah, Oh, Oh, I knew.
From the time
That I met you
It wasn’t even an hour ago…
Come on, Come on
You know its wrong.
You know, you know
Don’t act like you know better
Come on, It’s wrong.
Isn’t that why
its seems so right?
If we’re on our way to hell.
Oh yes, we’re on our way to hell,
If we’re on our way to hell…
We might as well.
We Might As Well (Since We're On Our Way To Hell)
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin
I brought my two friends
And we’re sitting at the bar
Drinking Heinekens.
And that’s when you,
That’s when you walk in.
You caught the corner of my eye
And you turned my head,
Like a hook.
My sights are locked in
But my safety is on
in case you got a boy friend!
Like a hook
Of a song in my head
I can’t repress the words
And soon I just start singin’
Come on, Come on
You know its wrong.
You know you know
Don’t act like you know better/
Come on, It’s wrong
Isn’t that why
its seems so right?
Hey.
Come on, Come on
You know its wrong.
You know you know
Don’t act like you know better
Come on, It’s wrong
But if
We’re on our way to hell…
We may as well.
Maybe its because
I’m going for the subtle thing
you haven’t been
able to tell
That I’m thinking
I didn’t travel,
all this way
To keep my hands to myself
Let’s go
They don’t care
Don’t you know
It’s true.
Let’s leave
Let’s get out, please
Don’t you know
It’s you.
From the time
That I met you
I knew, Oh yeah, Oh, Oh, I knew.
From the time
That I met you
It wasn’t even an hour ago…
Come on, Come on
You know its wrong.
You know, you know
Don’t act like you know better
Come on, It’s wrong.
Isn’t that why
its seems so right?
If we’re on our way to hell.
Oh yes, we’re on our way to hell,
If we’re on our way to hell…
We might as well.
We Might As Well (Since We're On Our Way To Hell)
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin
Friday, January 23, 2009
Get up, Federico.
You are a flattened tire
folded over a hanging wire
like a Salvador Dali picture
Of clocks melting in the fire.
Well,
Isn’t it avant-garde,
How your posed in such a way
That your body is displayed
To soon be sold away.
Get up, Federico.
Go home.
I know, We could be
Hangnails of the eyes,
Catching the looks of strangers
Studying the arm around my shoulder
Shielding children’s sight
from the wonder.
And, yes, I maybe be into theater,
The attention and dramatics,
But I’ve got a lot to live for
And I’m not about to risk it.
Get up, Federico.
Go home.
In my head,
I’m a surrealist,
So I know a place where we’re possible
But I know it doesn’t exist yet,
So I will turn the other cheek until
I can be more then lyrics
With which you fumble and struggle
To mold into my image
But you find words are less malleable
Then my hands, myself,
My heart, and my help.
Oh, The persistence of memory
Will never let me
Forget these things
That sting my mind
From the back of my eyes
Until my tear ducts erupt
And build up and cry:
For God’s sake,
Get up, Federico.
Get up and go home.
I don’t want you here anymore.
Your not the muse I’m looking for.
Get up, Federico.
My casa by the sea
Isn’t where you’re meant to be.
You’re a crime against humanity
Beneath the dying olive tree.
You’ll finally find peace,
But it won’t be next to me.
Get up, Federico.
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin.
folded over a hanging wire
like a Salvador Dali picture
Of clocks melting in the fire.
Well,
Isn’t it avant-garde,
How your posed in such a way
That your body is displayed
To soon be sold away.
Get up, Federico.
Go home.
I know, We could be
Hangnails of the eyes,
Catching the looks of strangers
Studying the arm around my shoulder
Shielding children’s sight
from the wonder.
And, yes, I maybe be into theater,
The attention and dramatics,
But I’ve got a lot to live for
And I’m not about to risk it.
Get up, Federico.
Go home.
In my head,
I’m a surrealist,
So I know a place where we’re possible
But I know it doesn’t exist yet,
So I will turn the other cheek until
I can be more then lyrics
With which you fumble and struggle
To mold into my image
But you find words are less malleable
Then my hands, myself,
My heart, and my help.
Oh, The persistence of memory
Will never let me
Forget these things
That sting my mind
From the back of my eyes
Until my tear ducts erupt
And build up and cry:
For God’s sake,
Get up, Federico.
Get up and go home.
I don’t want you here anymore.
Your not the muse I’m looking for.
Get up, Federico.
My casa by the sea
Isn’t where you’re meant to be.
You’re a crime against humanity
Beneath the dying olive tree.
You’ll finally find peace,
But it won’t be next to me.
Get up, Federico.
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
I live in NYC
My scene is where
There's cats in the record store
Chasing lint all over the place
Flicking tails at the consumer
Blowed smoke in their face
I'm where the strong become the meek
Cars stop for jaywalkers in the street
The elephant eats
Out of the underdogs hand
And as long as you have a empty hat
Then you dont need a band
Just loiter
Street corners
Sing some R&B
where the spectrum
Forms a circle
Thats where you'll find me
I sleep in the aisle
and live where the Opposites meet
There's cats in the record store
Chasing lint all over the place
Flicking tails at the consumer
Blowed smoke in their face
I'm where the strong become the meek
Cars stop for jaywalkers in the street
The elephant eats
Out of the underdogs hand
And as long as you have a empty hat
Then you dont need a band
Just loiter
Street corners
Sing some R&B
where the spectrum
Forms a circle
Thats where you'll find me
I sleep in the aisle
and live where the Opposites meet
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
SPEAK OUT, ACT NOW: Let's stand with Bishop Robinson!
If you haven't heard (in which case, I can't really blame you because until recently neither have I) of Gene Robinson, you're about to.I love wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gene_Robinson
Bishop Gene Robinson, as summarized in a few words by wikipedia, is "best-known for being the first openly gay, non-celibate priest to be ordained a bishop in a major Christian denomination believing in the historic episcopate. His homosexual feelings were privately acknowledged in the 1970s, when he studied in seminary, was ordained, married, and started a family. He went public with his sexual identity and divorced in the 1980s. When delegates to the Episcopal convention were voting on the ratification of his election, he was a controversial figure. His election was ratified 62 to 45. After his election, theologically conservative parishes have aligned themselves with bishops outside the Episcopal Church in the U.S., a process called the Anglican realignment. His story has appeared in print and film "
Bishop Gene Robinson was chosen to deliver Sunday's inauguration concert prayer after much dismay for the decision to have Reverend Rick Warren, an opposer of gay marriage, for the inaugural invocation.
Hear his prayer here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kWWAnitUCw4
(video sucks but the audio works)
"O God of our many understandings, we pray that you will…
Bless us with tears – for a world in which over a billion people exist on less than a dollar a day, where young women from many lands are beaten and raped for wanting an education, and thousands die daily from malnutrition, malaria, and AIDS.
Bless us with anger – at discrimination, at home and abroad, against refugees and immigrants, women, people of color, gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender people.
Bless us with discomfort – at the easy, simplistic “answers” we’ve preferred to hear from our politicians, instead of the truth, about ourselves and the world, which we need to face if we are going to rise to the challenges of the future.
Bless us with patience – and the knowledge that none of what ails us will be “fixed” anytime soon, and the understanding that our new president is a human being, not a messiah.
Bless us with humility – open to understanding that our own needs must always be balanced with those of the world.
Bless us with freedom from mere tolerance – replacing it with a genuine respect and warm embrace of our differences, and an understanding that in our diversity, we are stronger.
Bless us with compassion and generosity – remembering that every religion’s God judges us by the way we care for the most vulnerable in the human community, whether across town or across the world.
And God, we give you thanks for your child Barack, as he assumes the office of President of the United States.
Give him wisdom beyond his years, and inspire him with Lincoln’s reconciling leadership style, President Kennedy’s ability to enlist our best efforts, and Dr. King’s dream of a nation for ALL the people.
Give him a quiet heart, for our Ship of State needs a steady, calm captain in these times.
Give him stirring words, for we will need to be inspired and motivated to make the personal and common sacrifices necessary to facing the challenges ahead.
Make him color-blind, reminding him of his own words that under his leadership, there will be neither red nor blue states, but the United States.
Help him remember his own oppression as a minority, drawing on that experience of discrimination, that he might seek to change the lives of those who are still its victims.
Give him the strength to find family time and privacy, and help him remember that even though he is president, a father only gets one shot at his daughters’ childhoods.
And please, God, keep him safe. We know we ask too much of our presidents, and we’re asking FAR too much of this one. We know the risk he and his wife are taking for all of us, and we implore you, O good and great God, to keep him safe. Hold him in the palm of your hand – that he might do the work we have called him to do, that he might find joy in this impossible calling, and that in the end, he might lead us as a nation to a place of integrity, prosperity and peace.
AMEN."
( http://www.hrcbackstory.org/2009/01/video-bishop-gene-robinson-gives-invocation-at-inaugural-concert.html )
Sign this petition asking President Obama (I love saying that) to keep his word and recognize GLBT rights!
http://www.hrcactioncenter.org/campaign/robinson
Signatures mean mucsle, and that will give us the strength we need to REALLY make this a Era of Change!
Monday, January 19, 2009
You are the runny piece of cheese...
You are
The runny piece
Of cheese
On hot day
In August
Approximately
One hundred years ago
That dropped
The atom bomb
In Nagasaki
And Hiroshima,
Japan, and
Killed Millions
of Innocent
Men, Women,
and Children.
And you’re not even sorry.
One hundred years ago
That dropped
The atom bomb
In Nagasaki
And Hiroshima,
Japan, and
Killed Millions
of Innocent
Men, Women,
and Children.
And you’re not even sorry.
Well,
Time flies when you’re ending the world,
One idea at a time.
Time flies when you’re ending the world,
One idea at a time.
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin.
(there's an idea behind this one. comment and maybe I'll deem you worthy of knowing it!)
Tenth Grade Drama and the Indian Independence Movement
"There are many causes that I am prepared to die for
but no causes that I am prepared to kill for."
-Ghandi
Vengeance is not a winding road
It’s a forest,
you get lost in it.
If you attempt it, You walk in there alone
I’ll have none of it, I won’t involve it.
You want closure, you want quick escape
But you’re playing monkey in the middle with the blame
Keep the ball in your court if its gonna end the game
You can’t instigate to alleviate the pain
I’m not the kind
Who would like to die in battle
I, on the other hand,
Believe the best endings are peaceful
We argue like its for sport
Attacking back and forth
Your last letter sent the ball in my court
Now its my turn to fight back with more
You want closure, you want quick escape
But you’re playing monkey in the middle with the blame
Keep the ball in your court if its gonna end the game
You can’t instigate to alleviate the pain
But then I remember my objective
Is to end this, so I have two options
I could throw it back
Continue this another day
Or keep the ball, and
Befriend it like in Castaway
I’d rather learn to love this hand-sewn ball
of pain and guilt you’ve tossed
Then learn to love the monster I’d have made
if God forbid you ever lost-
-Your temper, which is long gone
Your mind, which was never screwed in right
Your morals, Your principles, Your love and hope
You are but an empty can to kick down the street as I pass and yet:
I want closure, I want quick escape
But I’m playing monkey in the middle with the blame
Keep the ball in your court if its gonna end the game
You can’t instigate to alleviate the pain
Eye for an eye
You can’t instigate to alleviate the pain
Makes the world blind
You can’t instigate to alleviate the pain
Eye for an eye
Your temper is one thing you can’t rid of
By losing it
By taking it out on…
And, My pride is one thing that cannot die
Unlike my body
Unlike my life…
Friday, January 16, 2009
NEW YORK: What drugs are the MTA suits on?
"New Yorker Wants Boycott Of MTA After Fare Hike
One New Yorker has a plan to protest fare increases for buses and subways that are expected to wallop commuters next year: He's calling for a one-day boycott.
One New Yorker has a plan to protest fare increases for buses and subways that are expected to wallop commuters next year: He's calling for a one-day boycott.
Louis Kenny has been passing out fliers calling for a boycott on the day fares are expected to go up June 9, 2009. He says people should walk, take a bike or call in sick to work that day instead of relying on public transportation.
The Metropolitan Transportation Agency says it needs to raise fare revenue by 23 percent because of a massive budget shortfall.
In calling a boycott, Kenny says, ''It's time to show the MTA who really runs New York City's public transportation.'' Kenny says the agency should reinstate the 50-cent fare on the Staten Island ferry and charge more for advertising.
If the proposed budget is approved and the state Legislature doesn't come up with more money for the MTA, the service cuts could go into effect as early as June. In addition to fare hikes, the MTA is expected to slash service, which includes subway lines and bus routes. "
Break down of fare hikes:
Pay per ride -> $3 (Originally 2$!)
30 day unlimited -> $105 (Originally 70$)
14 day -> $60
7 day -> $32
Express bus -> $6.25*
Access-a-ride -> $6 (300% increase)
*Students will no longer get half fare on Express buses.
--> Theo: Are you kidding me, economy?! You give 50 gajillion dollars to AIG and they go to the Bahama's the next day, but you can't give 2 billion for New Yorker's everywhere to hate the world a little less? Really?
Well, even so. There are other ways the MTA can get their cash back.
THEO's THEORYS (aka Unused Solutions)
- Number 1: SHUT UP. How much money do they spend on telling us a thousand times to watch the f'n gap? There are signs, announcements, advertisements, commercials, videos, and more! How about this: Stop all of that, and just paint on all the doors and floors and walls "CHECK YA SELF BEFORE YOU WRECK YA' SELF: If You Hurt Yourself Out Of Your Stupidity, Don't Sue Us Because You're Stupid."
How about that? Bet ya' people will be looking at their feet a lot more when they know they can't make a pretty penny out of being a clumsy doofus head.* - Number 2: BE GREEN. Come now, capital of the world! Big apple of the Atlantic, fashion center of the universe, second only to Paris: Since when have you been so behind on the times??? This is beyond fashionably late. Green is the new black. The new everything! There is so much money to be made! And all the hipsters and hippies from Williamsburg to Chelsea are just dying for the day you get a hip pulse and throw out your diesel trains for some solar powered ones!
Because, that is something we do have over Paris, sunlight. That could be what puts us in a fashionable first place! - Number 3. KNOW FAIRNESS: TRANSPARENCY IS IN, just ask Britney! Take the money you get and show us where it goes. It's easy. Just be more New Yorker like and whine about all the bills you have to pay. I'm sure its tremendous, for all the fuel to transport 8 million people by bus, taxi, and train. And I haven't even started on all the money it kills every time someone holds open a door. I know!
We're here for you if you need to talk. We're sure its stressful and costly. Tell us all about it, MTA. We'd love to know where your money goes.
In the mean time, let's protest this nonsense here, fbookers:
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=49896765890&ref=nf
Peace and Protest, mo' fo's!
Theo.
PS: It's noted. I need a Thesaurus. Don't even start on that comment, I'm aware :)
SPEAK OUT, ACT NOW: Way You Can Give!
Ok, ok, so you read my last S.O.A.N. post and you weren't diggin the whole "membership" scene. That's chill. But, now, you have no excuse.
Here are your options:
Here are your options:
- GIFT IT: Well, if you don't want a membership, but you know someone who does, give a Gift Membership to them. See, now everyones happy! https://secure.ga3.org/03/honorandgift1
- DEAL IT: Make your business donate. Pay an annual fee and you can brag about how you support Equality and such to your clientele. There's nothing wrong with boasting!http://www.hrc.org/get_involved/hrc_federal_club.asp
- EDUCATE IT: Do you identify yourself as a student? Get involved, join/start a club, and help them help everyone else! You'll get free stickers! https://secure.ga3.org/03/campusmember
- REMEMBER IT: Donate in someone else's name, as a memorial. Celebrate their life, preserve their legacy, and continue the fight for equality in their name. https://secure.ga3.org/03/memorialgifts1
and for my FAVORITE way to give... - SHOP FOR IT! They've got shirts, accessories, backpacks, napsacks, inaguration coins, staplers, etc! If you can't find it, you're not looking. If you still really can't find it,... maybe they don't have it. But check the site for what you want/need first! Then you can buy your stuff AND support the cause all at once, thus kindly and nonviolently subduing two birds in one attempt, so to speak.
http://hrccornerstore.myimagefirst.com/store/
So... remind me.
Why are you still on blogger?
Yeah, thats what I thought.
Peace and hope,
Theo
Criminal (Labels Are For Records)
My friends fight the status quo and stereotypes
And in the end they’re only helping your rights
And yet, you have the guts to come to me and say
“PUNK give me your money” Whoa ok, alright, Ok.
Are you a criminal
Because I’m told that you’re a criminal
Or are you a criminal
Because you’re trying to rob me?
It’s only a label, please
Don’t be so cynical
I’ve been judged before
But I wont let it stop me!
Just because I
look like a little kid
Who’s short
And white
DOESN’T MEAN
I didn’t learn martial arts
For six years
And I don’t know how to fight!
You’ll get yours
With a left and then right
Here comes the hook
So smooth I don’t even try
Are you a criminal
Because we say you’re a criminal
Or are you a criminal
Because you tried to rob me?
If that’s it man you can’t be so cynical
I’ve been judged before.
Yeah, I’ve been judged before.
CRIMINAL (Labels Are For Records)
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin
And in the end they’re only helping your rights
And yet, you have the guts to come to me and say
“PUNK give me your money” Whoa ok, alright, Ok.
Are you a criminal
Because I’m told that you’re a criminal
Or are you a criminal
Because you’re trying to rob me?
It’s only a label, please
Don’t be so cynical
I’ve been judged before
But I wont let it stop me!
Just because I
look like a little kid
Who’s short
And white
DOESN’T MEAN
I didn’t learn martial arts
For six years
And I don’t know how to fight!
You’ll get yours
With a left and then right
Here comes the hook
So smooth I don’t even try
Are you a criminal
Because we say you’re a criminal
Or are you a criminal
Because you tried to rob me?
If that’s it man you can’t be so cynical
I’ve been judged before.
Yeah, I’ve been judged before.
CRIMINAL (Labels Are For Records)
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
SPEAK OUT, ACT NOW: Help HRC reach 2,009 in 2009 by JANUARY 20th!
If you're reading this blog, and you're not yet a member of the Human Rights Campaign, something's up.
Here: https://secure.ga3.org/03/h_member09
Its easy, simple, and for the greater good! When was the last time you did something for Human Rights? Today? Yesterday? A week ago? Never?
Well, whatever your response was, giving is a good thing! And you can never have too much of a good thing. Hence, sign up!
Here: https://secure.ga3.org/03/h_member09
Donate once a month. Its easy and you'll be helping out a good cause once every lunar cycle. They'll take credit or debit cards, and if you're nearing overdraft, they won't take your donation for that month. They only will recieve what you can give!
Come on! Go: https://secure.ga3.org/03/h_member09
You don't even have to give a lot. I donate eleven dollars a month, thats it. My reasoning is, I'm a broke college student with really patchy income, and yet, I used to pay $10 a month for a membership to a gym I rarely visited. So, I canceled that gym membership, bought myself a pair of shoes, and join HRC and I do not regret it one bit!
Seriously, go: https://secure.ga3.org/03/h_member09
Since August, I've donated 55 dollars. Could I cough up that much all at once? Not really. But it adds up over time, and within one year I will have donated 122 dollars, which goes towards towards programs like Camp Equality, teaching everyday nobodys how to be activists, and HRC lobbyists who fight anti-GLBT rights legistlation every day. These two examples I have witnessed first hand, so I know they're legit.
What are you waiting for? https://secure.ga3.org/03/h_member09
Speak out, Act now, Make the world a better place - One membership, one month, one donation at a time!
Peace, Hope, Change.
Theo.
PS: GO https://secure.ga3.org/03/h_member09
There, I have drilled this into your head.
Here: https://secure.ga3.org/03/h_member09
Its easy, simple, and for the greater good! When was the last time you did something for Human Rights? Today? Yesterday? A week ago? Never?
Well, whatever your response was, giving is a good thing! And you can never have too much of a good thing. Hence, sign up!
Here: https://secure.ga3.org/03/h_member09
Donate once a month. Its easy and you'll be helping out a good cause once every lunar cycle. They'll take credit or debit cards, and if you're nearing overdraft, they won't take your donation for that month. They only will recieve what you can give!
Come on! Go: https://secure.ga3.org/03/h_member09
You don't even have to give a lot. I donate eleven dollars a month, thats it. My reasoning is, I'm a broke college student with really patchy income, and yet, I used to pay $10 a month for a membership to a gym I rarely visited. So, I canceled that gym membership, bought myself a pair of shoes, and join HRC and I do not regret it one bit!
Seriously, go: https://secure.ga3.org/03/h_member09
Since August, I've donated 55 dollars. Could I cough up that much all at once? Not really. But it adds up over time, and within one year I will have donated 122 dollars, which goes towards towards programs like Camp Equality, teaching everyday nobodys how to be activists, and HRC lobbyists who fight anti-GLBT rights legistlation every day. These two examples I have witnessed first hand, so I know they're legit.
What are you waiting for? https://secure.ga3.org/03/h_member09
Speak out, Act now, Make the world a better place - One membership, one month, one donation at a time!
Peace, Hope, Change.
Theo.
PS: GO https://secure.ga3.org/03/h_member09
There, I have drilled this into your head.
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