Saturday, November 26, 2011

Poltical Manifesto


I know people who believe being patriotic means listening to all the messages the media sends us.  It means embracing capitalism in its current form, enjoying steak and potatoes and apple pie and supporting any big business because after all, corporations are so American.

I know people that are afraid to say what they really want to say when it comes to politics because they fear the repercussions on their career, status and circle of friends.  I felt fooled into that role for a minute and then I remembered what it was to be an American in the light of this mass movement: Occupy Wall Street.

Being American means you have a right to an opinion, a voice and the right to protest your government when you believe they are wrong. 

I’m not going to pretend to be intimately involved with the movement.  I’m not and in fact, only recently have I begun to pay attention.  What’s so unique about this movement is that it’s not a movement based on a single issue, but rather on the greater discontent of society as a whole.  It’s a multi-generational movement and yet I can understand those Gen Yers out there the most.

I was born in 1984.  I came of age in a period of disillusionment.  I have few friends that didn’t owe at least 15 grand by the time they were 22 and shot into the “real world” without much cushioning and consistent calls from loan collectors.  I was born into a world of shifting powers and globalization all of which contributed to my worldview.

This however, does not hinder my vision of the world I’d like to live in.  I thought I would breathe some life into this vision and share it with you.  Rather than say what is wrong with society, which I think we have a tendency to do too often, I am going to write what I’d like to see.  Politicians – take note:

  1.      .  I want the people we elect to office to look more like real Americans.  This means they have average American salaries (the real average, not the congressional average which is NINE TIMES that of an American).  This of course, means that there must be political reform as to how we run our elections which can cost up to millions of dollars in media buys, marketing and staffing.   I want our politicians not just to mirror Americans economically but also racially and by gender as well.  I want more parity in our elected officials because I don’t believe I can be represented by a 65 year old millionaire white male. 
  2.         I want universal health care for all.  How do we do this from a budget standpoint?  Here’s a suggestion: invest in holistic health care practitioners that address the underlying problem rather than the symptoms.  All healthcare practitioners should prescribe as much preventative medicine as possible.  This however, cannot happen if people cannot afford to get regular check-ups.  We are the ONLY industrialized nation in the WORLD that does not have universal health care for its people.  What does that say about the priorities of one of the richest countries in the world if it can’t even invest in the health of its people?
  3.         I want less spending on war and more investment in green technology, education and small businesses.  It becomes a huge problem when the military industrial complex becomes far more powerful than the citizens, something I fear has already happened in our country. 
  4.         I want my future children (if I have them – still concerned about the world’s overpopulation issue – largest threat on earth to mother earth) to grow up in a better society where are differences are celebrated rather than similarities rewarded.  What I mean by that is for people to stop talking about diversity and to live it; this means more diverse individuals in positions of power as authors, politicians, business leaders etc.
  5.          I want a lot less sexism in every single media outlet worldwide.
  6.          I want a lot less sexism in every single boardroom worldwide.
  7.          I want the farming industry to stop putting chemicals in the soil.
  8.          I want any animal farmed for its flesh to live full lives where they roam free, see sun, and eat what they are intended to eat i.e. cows eating grass instead of being force-fed corn which they can’t digest, etc. and killed with compassion for their being.  I want the FDA to regulate HUMANE practices across the board.  As Gandhi said: “The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.”  
  9.           More than anything, I want my American peers to rise up and do something about what they see wrong in this world.  That is what inspires me the most about Occupy Wall Street.  People standing up for what they believe in is what our nation is built on.  It’s not shopping malls and mass consumerism; it’s not corn-fed cows and hormone injected chickens, it is democracy.  This nation is built on the belief that majority rules and that belief is being challenged by the tiny minority.  I don’t want to live in a country where everyone is too comfortable, stagnant and placated on their i-pads and playstations anymore.  I demand much more.

Thank you to the OWS movement for the inspiration!  Everyone else, do with this, what you will and take action – join a movement, go vegan, spend less time watching television and more time campaigning for issues close to your heart.  Donate time or money to what you believe in and leave this world better than when you came into it. 
Love,
Jen
A patriotic American Citizen

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

The Medium is the Message


Your smile by candlelight
Is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen
I tell you everything
That pops into my head
A thousand jesters think
My brain is the best scene
To host crazy surprise parties
They even bring those crazy, tiny jalopies
And there’s the sad clown
Sitting in the corner – ever present
Cause he just can’t get with it

I don’t know how to take it slow
I don’t do casual or the shallow
I’m a deep diver, ocean expert
Equipped with enough oxygen
And curiosity to get us pretty far

When there’s something more
I mean to tell you
Is when at which precise moment
My oxygen supply gets cut
My larynx feels a tug while
That stupid sad clown screams
One too many cautionary tales
Broken hearts scattered through interstates
Restaurant tables and even by candlelight

Oh, but I know this feeling so well
I can ID it with both my eyes closed
Breathless, mouth open so slight
Awaiting your wet kiss
Yes, I know exactly what this is

I am withholding pertinent information
From those eyes; fear does its thing
Constantly tugging at my sleeve
Because 3 words make a 3-sided anchor
And despite my weightlessness with you
I may never come back up again

1000 loud and mocking jesters
Rendered silent
Deep sea divers died for much less
My eyes speak for themselves now
For I am speechless

Sunday, November 6, 2011

The Abortion Expert


The title of this poem came from an open mic that I go to sometimes.  This kid came up to me and said "Hey I loved your stuff especially that 'abortion expert' poem."  I couldn't figure out the right title for this one so it just stuck.

The Abortion Expert

A heart can never be happy unless it’s free
Cause love only bends it, breaks it, scars it deeply
And a girl like me is always twice as reckless
Until her heart’s left beaten and twisted; her mind callous
I never learn from my mistakes – instead I wait until
I’m out from the mend then seek new ways to bend, beat, break
That which just healed, that which I just felt recuperate

You’re the last person I wanted to see; your smile an indication
Of everything I needed to avoid and instead I got undressed
Left you nothing except what lies under my chest

I want to train my body’s reaction to the butterflies at first kiss
I want to kill them dead before there’s time to reminisce
Then I want to ignore the beautiful massacre that just took place
Butterflies wings now dust while I sit wiping kisses off my face
I want to walk into gardens alone to unplant all seeds
Like an abortion expert – killing things before there’s time to breathe

This is an ode to those who can turn hearts to stone
Please stop it, paralyze it, freeze it, as hard as bone
I’ve loved too many yet the only one I’ve ever slept with is the Devil
And now he won’t stop calling; my body hypnotized, responding
I answer every time ‘cause it still gets lonely.
It still gets lonely...

Thursday, November 3, 2011

I'm horrible at love poems


So I may have married and divorced this guy in my head in this poem.  I wrote it a while ago and can't even remember his name now. Funny how those things work.

The Worst Lover I Never Had
I like to get ahead of myself
And everyone else around me
So I’m writing you some romantic poetry
About moments that have yet to occur between us
Like those picnics on that windy day and me in that dress
My head on your lap while you passed cherries through my lips
All our Sunday bike rides against the skyline along great lakes
To our favorite little restaurant to eat al fresco
And we drank too much then which led to our first fight
Stupid arguments about theories of relativity and concepts of reality
But at least the makeup sex was good

In today’s world, we’ve had one conversation
About a month ago and I’ve probably deliberated
About approximately 8 hours since
About how I can accidentally run into you or
Maybe I should call, leave you a message
But that’s coming on way too strong and you haven’t responded
Meanwhile I’ve bitten off all my nails in the process
So much so that plucking my guitar strings
Feels so painful and sounds so flat to me
So I’m back to writing this stupid poetry

I’m seriously considering adding new rules
To the etiquette of dating which to include:
If you crush the hopes of a cute girl that likes you
You must submit to her a list of your ten worst habits
So she can easily envision how horrible dating you would be
And come to think of it, I cannot stand your snoring
Or how you always leave the seat up and you have no tact
In fact, you’re slightly crass and God, I can’t stand
That clicking thing you do with your tongue.
Additionally, I’ve always hated your stupid pet names for me
And I think it’s about time we talked about us
It’s not me – it’s you, you see cause I have no idea
Why I would fall for someone pretentious like you anyway

I am today now.  Realizing I’m horrible at love poems.

Yours always,
Jen