I believe in equal rights and social liberalism. All men and women are created equal. The job of government is not to determine social restraints. The job of government is to uphold individual rights (the Constitution) and to secure democracy. Conservatives use religious fanaticism to scare you into voting against bills like this but this mentality is not only unjust, it is outdated.
when I believe less I believe more,
my feelings open and like mist,
they cool and permeate the air,
around me and everybody in my circle.
life is a winding road to endlessness,
infinite and perhaps with no answers,
I thought I’d find them and found none,
yet I still look for some…
what will happen when the world is undone,
and karma comes strolling back,
I’m a writer I say, a writer on one end,
a musician with a different mind on the other.
I am many things, infinite as the sun,
now I shouldn’t let it go,
instead I should be god with my own robe,
glancing down from the heavens with a grim smile.
art is epic and I am a roman,
standing with sword and fist afoot,
before the chamber of justice I am,
a pagan worshipping idol, wrestling with god for his throne.
“we’ll fight till the end, and that smile will only last until then.” Jass to portis in 123 s.e.
i have reached it; now let me drop it.
What will tomorrow’s weather bring,
What will the weather bring,
Tomorrow when…yes, tomorrow,
How am I to track every thing?
Thought I’d dance this night away,
While yesterday I yearned to sing,
Today my studies are still unfinished,
My anxiousness is lingering.
I’ve done what ought to be done,
What I lost before has been won,
But what of tomorrow; what will it bring?
Imagine if we have no sun.
I debated posting this poem for a very long time. The reason is because I felt it was very harsh. I felt it would give off the wrong message and that it would confuse people about what I believe. But after consulting a few of my friends who encouraged me to post it, I went ahead and did. This poem is dedicated to Omar Khayyam, a great Persian polymath, philosopher, and poet. Below is a painting of him sipping wine, something he wrote about and truly enjoyed doing.
Who appointed you as holy arbiter,
You foolish men who lie on oath,
Preaching of God and all His glory,
I pray He make you choke!
All your words and false messages,
They only but show your truest color,
Only God is great, Only God is perfect,
There is no room for any other.
Go to church and bow on your knees,
And pray that a better you is born,
By day you will have cured a disease,
By night you will have turned to porn.
I’ll drink my wine and alcohol,
I’ll dance and sing and laugh and crawl,
Drunk off my ass, but always sincere,
For I, like Adam, took the fall.