poem

By: Marijo Moore

Why we dance:
To dance is to pray
To pray is to heal
To heal is to give
To give is to live
To live is to dance.

thoughts.internet.2008.earth.california

everything you need to know about life you learned from D$KNY the greatest love story never told money is time the best sex you've never had i'm not running out of time you don't know what you've got till it's here infinity steps at a time a work out of progress infinity is the loneliest number c'est l'ocean a boire all the time in the universe a gamble is life the worst thing in the universe and it's a free country if you got the money

xxx,
$lutzgetjealou$ 2008

poem

everyone else is living to die, I'm dying to live

stories

A lot of weird and crazy things have happened to me in my life, I'm
sure many of my "stories" must seem like extravagant lies to other
people. I love to say "I'm the only person who knows what's real,"
because most of the time I know it's true. I still have a young and
powerful problem-solving brain, and my memory is still good. Still, my
life experience is merely a collection of my memories, and I am only
what I remember of myself.

I hope people don't view me in the same light as Aubrey from I Know
Who Killed Me, because I've had this sneaking suspicion that everyone
thinks I'm just trying to write crazy shit about my life, inventing
elaborate, meandering scenarios about myself (to make my life seem to
be more interesting than it really is), and live in a delusional dream
by pretending like it's true.

I love attention, just like everyone else, because I'm only human (at
this point in time). But what do I have if I don't have oral
tradition? I don't know that much, but I have had some intense life
experience which has given me the wisdom I use in my everyday life. I
want to know everything, I'm a work in progress, just like
___________. I'm just trying to perpetuate the ancient traditions of
my dead ancestors- trying to pass down my memes verbally, because I
can't put it all online and expect it to count.

My thesis du jour: it's close to impossible to tell if people are
being real, or just being histrionic. We're living in mysterious and
uncertain times, you can't trust anyone anymore. What is, is not,
nothing is as it seems, and irony marks our lives increasingly in
deeper and more fundamental ways (over time). Irony = increasing /
time. Our dystopian utopia is still in transition, perfection is
visible around the bend, but the road is clearly rocky and marked by
uncertainty and incongruity.

It's getting even more and more difficult to tell what's real and
what's just for show, everyones' lives seem more and more like a
reality TV show more than ever. Just yesterday, I was talking to my
friend Hilary about how we ought to put secret cameras around the
house, and make our house into an amateur Real World San Francisco set
for the purpose of broadcasting our lives over the Internet,
subsequently achieving a higher more prestigious level of fame?

Thank you, Internet, for everything you do for us. I'm using you right
now to promote myself, and even if it gets me nowhere, it still feels
good.

Turning the microscope counterclockwise back on myself, I now have the
microphone again (on my website- dgoodness.blogspot.com). Speak on it.
I love writing about myself on my blog and talking about writing about
myself (on my blog), it's really post modern. I remember when I used
to write myspace blogs about blogging on myspace. The good old days-
equally fresh in my memory, yet still a distant glimmer of the past.
Did I mention that I'm probably not going to make another myspace? I
can't handle the commitment.

I'm an honest person, and I really value honestly, because I haven't
always been honest, and my dishonesty has caused very real problems
and issues not only for myself but for other people, which is unfair.
The truth is not always pretty, but it still matters, because it
applies. In life, I always tell the truth and I never lie about
anything, because it's easier to just be honest. It creates less
problems for everyone, and in the end the honest person is the only
one with a clear conscious.

So how do you know what I'm saying is the truth? Another postmodern dilemma.




But what do I want most? What do I really need to make all my dreams
cum true? To find sum1 I can roll with so we can rob a bank and get
away with it. I mean, it's people like you and me that get away with
murder on a daily basis, why should bush be the only one to get away
with it all...


all alone (in my head)
thank myself I don't dread
I chase reality
not like it used to be
now the future, it comes
20s, 10s, 5s and 1s
cash flow, low risk, invest
secrets fly off my chest
what am I? who are you?
anyone have a clue?
I'm a guy on the go
always fast, never slow
deep breaths in and out
my direction, no doubt
my life is too short for
wasting time on a bore
but my life up till now
even though it's not wow
my sightless eyes still see
wants, desires, and need
feelings come (and then go)
sorrow, sadness and woe
roll off my back too fast
my dreams live and can last
I can find my own way
I'll have it all one day

early afternoon

the sun enters through the right side
warm, hot, maybe a little wet?
3 hums synchronize
highs, lows, and mediums
mediums through which energy passes
records on the floor and wall
turn tables up high can't fall
by the window I see the tree of life
like other hollywood types
I like the Kabbalah and even scientology
just kidding? I need the chronology
it's a nice day to be young/beautiful
I'm alone again, it's not bad
and I have to get used to it.
I got on the roof today and tanned
it was about time
my skin laps it up, and it feels good
I'll never get cancer
I don't have any wrinkles
like I said,
it's a great day to be young and beautiful
so close, and yet so far
why can't I seem to grow up?
I know I can, and I am
cause I've been a man this whole time
even though I pretend like I'm a boy
isn't that what everyone wants?
it's getting harder to know
but I'm here, and secure with my hums
sun, fish, and records on the floor
with the tree of life, reminding me
what to do and what's right
I can be happy with nothing
I really am a Buddhist
why do u think I like thai temple?
it's not for the atmosphere
just kidding

hot sex

friday night, chillin on the curb, beer in hand
a hot wigga walks by, my attention he commands
hey boi wanna chill? but we both understand
we're about to fuck, totally not planned!
thank fucking god, it's time I got me a man
$ucking your dick takes me to the holy land
I love to give head, thank Buddha I tanned
my ass is tight as a ten year olds, damn!
you have a big dick, now I can't seem to stand
now I'm on his bed, my dick is so hard
his throat and my jizz, sputs now bombard
"let me feel you, let down your guard"
now I'm kissing his neck and he's seeing stars
I reach around, my hand on his nard
What's your fantasy? he replied a security guard
so funny, too real I'll just disregard
tell me what you want, you like it rough?
I bet a ho like yourself has got to be tough
hold up roll on your rubber Mr. Leboeuf!
pull out your 20s motherfucker sho nuff
this ho ain't free and your beard's too gruff
here's one for the records, but far off the cuff-
In case you wonder I look good in the buff
who gives a shit if his brain is full of fluff?
to me he means nothing. so sure enough
so many boys, so little time is my stuff

cyclical tryptich, equanimic mimic

white computer lights up my face
typing words, ideas replaced
tap tap, delete, copy and paste
I'll send my message, do you want a taste?
here it is, feel free to displace
music is life, I'm addicted to bass
traveling through time and outer space
my space ship is the only place
to go light speed do you want to race?
inhibit, engage, no time to waste
outside the stars, so clean and bright
post intergalactic, preeminent flight
with all my brain. with all my might.
wishes upon my star tonight
my hopes, my dreams I face in fright
my thoughts penetrate the beams of light
breathe, I'm nervous, I'll be alright
we all I know I'm type A and uptight!
alone in the universe, but my truths are right
earth's technoholocaust far in the past
my digital life, it's here it moving fast
time for my daily technoshamaism class!
my technojuju measures "beyond vast"
techno music I always blast
my techno lifestyle is my mask
digital minds, perhaps unsurpassed
reality blurs, my dreams contrast
forget the dead hand of the past
the time is now and it's a blast

poem

I'm watching the clock

it changes

like everything.

hold still, hold your breath,

hold on to what you've got.

seconds, minutes, hours, eternity

life's a gamble

life is performance art

I play a role

like an actor on the stage.

I've been looking for a safe place all my life

I can't stop grinding my teeth.

I wish I were an animal, I would be a dolphin

and swim freely through the oceans.

the world would be my oyster.

I want to live in your castle forever

I will be your prince

you are my king, my universe, my reason

we could be so happy

you're the only one

smile for the camera, and plz be real.

everyone wants something real.

laugh now, cry later

love, light, and happiness-

but not for me.

paradise

but not for me.

self preservation

self depreciation

red. power. sometimes, I have to see blood

because it's time. and because it's real.

what even is the truth

seconds, minutes, hours, months, years

decades, aeons, infinity, eternity

I'm still bleeding, I bleed for you

my heart is bleeding.

nobody else

just me

and I'm left with my suicidal thoughts