“The first commandment for every good explorer is: An expedition has two points; the point of departure and the point of arrival.”

— Ernesto Che Guevara

5:40 pm  •  16 May 2013  •  1 note

“As an artist, that’s my role; to go places, witness, see for myself.”

— Michael Franti

1:13 pm  •  15 May 2013  •  1 note

I reserve the right

To wrestle with my

Cranberry and Vodka

On a 6 hour flight

To nowhere

In fact,

I seldom use air

As a method of transportation.

Not for fear or

Lack of elation.

It’s just arrogant

Remember Icarus

and how he soared

above us all?

Well,

I don’t mind feeling

So small.

It’s a mechanism I use

When facing skepticism;

Shrinking to the occasion

unless I’m filled with liquid courage.

Only then,

Am I bullet proof.

but I can’t hold my alcohol

I prefer Chai tea anyway

But she’ll never hear my voice

Which means

I’ll never hold her hand

or meet the World’s demands.

I know my strength

I’m just not into heavy lifting.

Sifting through the madness,

Hiding in a Greyhound station

with the runaways

I see my reflection in their eyes.

Everything in life is fleeting

and my characteristics

are just customs;

Escapists tendencies.

I want to be heard

sometimes

I want the girl

with the ukelele

with the voice of an angle

to know how Beautiful

i think she is

But when I speak

My words take form

of the twice told joke

and

the only thing worse

than false laughter

Is Silence.

so I find comfort

in Paperback Daydreams

I spend my days talking to the trees.

They do not talk back

Unless you’re really listening.

You may figure out,

In time,

This poem isn’t really about

anything

But

Thank you for listening

Anyway

3:03 pm  •  13 May 2013  •  2 notes

“Got me counting my dimes so on the bus, I can ride. I’m even doubting the rhyme. I’m in no rush. I can hide.”

— Willis Earl Beal

4:20 pm  •  23 April 2013

The Only reason Adam ate an apple, Is because he really loved the act of receiving an apple from Eve. He loved her and admired her. The only reason Eve gave Adam an apple is because she loved him. She sacrificed herself for him. There was no sin committed it was an act of love.

-Fadi

5:09 pm  •  7 March 2013

amodernmanifesto:

That Cuba has already developed four vaccines or inoculations against different types of cancer is without doubt important news for humanity. The World Health Organisation says each year about 8 million people die from this illness.

However, the international mainstream media have almost totally ignored this news.

Last year, Cuba patented the first therapeutic vaccine against advanced lung cancer in the world, called CIMAVAX-EGF. In January, the second one, called Racotumomab, was announced.

Clinical testing in 86 countries shows that these vaccines, although they don’t cure the illness, do managed to reduce tumours and allow for a stable stage of the illness, thereby increasing hope and quality of life.

The Molecular Immunology Centre of Havana, a Cuban state organisation, is the creator of all these vaccines.

In 1985 it developed the vaccine for meningitis B, the only one in the world, and later others that fight hepatitis B and dengue. For years, the centre has been conducting research to develop vaccines against AIDS-HIV.

The other Cuban state-run centre, Laboratories LABIOFAM, has developed homeopathic medicine for cancer such as VIDATOX, created from the blue scorpion’s venom. Cuba exports these medicines to 26 countries, and takes part in joint companies with China, Canada, and Spain.

All of this goes against the well-enforced stereotype, reinforced by the media silence regarding advances achieved by Cuba and other global south (so-called Third World) countries, that vanguard medical research takes place only in so-called developed countries.

(via xxcubanmafia)

12:01 am  •  7 March 2013  •  4,887 notes

I’ve imagined your smile

A thousand times

This

Is my heartbeat

Sometimes

It stops.

Consider me a moment,

Consider me in the morning.

I’ve scribed

All things fleeting

In permanent marker;

This is how my daydreams work

Give all to paper

Nothing belongs

But you

Are here,

And so

Am I

8:41 pm  •  4 March 2013  •  4 notes

We dreamed of

Sand castle catacombs

In rolling hills as green as

The paper,

We’ve put all our hope into

The unnatural.

There are spirits in this valley,

We used to play on the tire swing,

Soft faced saviours running barefoot through the infinite yonder.

To exist is not to live

And then,

We were alive.

Chasing fireflies and finger painting and playing on the monkey bars,

Nightlife meant night lights

And all we could see were the stars.

We were luminescent,

We were boxcar racers.

Even when we were far away,

When summer camp meant

A void

That stung like a lost tooth and fresh blood flow,

The trickle down affect.

I have taken pictures of yesterday,

Tattooed them on the inside of my eyelids so that I never forget,

I miss you still.

But in your absence,

Seeded memories deep within my chest cavity

Allowed the flowers to grow.

No one visits gardens anymore as adults,

We’ve grown too tall

To fall through the constellations.

Consumed by debt from a false currency,

We’re still playing make believe

We’re all fifty cents away from a quarter and five minutes behind.

Time consumes us

We all walk the same path,

But when problems start coming with titles and billing addresses,

We tend to disband and overstress.

I have not yet learned to

Let go.

I still chase sunsets

Like a lost DOG on a conquest to find GOD

All I do is move backwards

1:42 pm  •  1 March 2013  •  2 notes

for Sarah

Mountain top angel

Sorry for slouching

I know how improper etiquette

Sends you into a frenzy.

Don’t forget to wipe your nose

Before dinner.

Your weathered face

Reminds me of the daydream

I had years ago.

The bend of the highways,

Infinite and

Closer to god

Than I ever wanted to be.

See,

I still believed then.

Two weeks in,

The soft winds greet me every morning

I was under the impression that nothing speaks here,

Hollywood is where all things come to light

Sunset boulevard is where the vampires hide,

I’ve been wandering the streets for days now Angel,

I am sorry that I’m not beautiful enough

For your machine

I come from the city of

Broad shoulders

So I hide in Venice

With valor

With the maniacs

In the shade because,

As beautiful as it is,

Sometimes the sunshine

Can be too powerful

2:32 pm  •  25 February 2013  •  2 notes

Life’s a bitch

And then you die

That’s why we get high

Real shit

The tree burns infinite 

I’m just here

I swear

Til this day,

This very moment,

I still don’t know how

It happened 

On the same block

Marvin Gaye was assassinated

Real shit.

The sun god giveth

Yet,

Chicago still

Holds my heart heavy

Real shit.

Let 

Go

There is beauty in

The breakdown

The tears that choke are

Of happiness?

Uncertainty?

This is

Freedom

6:42 pm  •  19 February 2013