Shadow stuff.

Poem

If you were to walk in
my bedroom on this
particular Sunday morning
You'd be pleased to find
that I have hung myself
leather bound like the bible
You'd know exactly
why I did it too.
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Haiku

If Death comes knocking
Tell him I got his message
and took care of it
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Poem

Who would have guessed
that my last moment alive
would be spent
screaming
at a pick up truck
who would have thought
that my angel of death
would be
a 40oz. of Old English
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Poem

I hold all truths now,
they were floating around
in the cosmos of the ancient gods
looking for someone to cling to
someone to love them
to share them with humanity
and let the human race
achieve
eternal wisdom
transcendent freedoms
hedonistic ecstasy
spiritual essence
the type of shit
that would make
Solomon blush

Poem

I love the way you twist and turn
my mind to get to the decaying core
you consume me,
you know what I am and who I want to be
you are be everything I want to be and if you decide
to dig deeper and be
what I never thought I could want
another love, another me!
Then, by all means, use me
it's sadistic, I know
but I'm all for it
so humor me, please me
and rip my heart in two

Random Sun Poem?

I don't want to shine
I don't want to gleam, gloss, glitz
luster, glow, glitter or flicker
What's the point?
All I ever do is cause burns,
droughts, and cancer
What's the point if you can't even look at me?
I've made baby girls cry,
I've made great men blind
So FUCK being the center of the universe
the only thing,
the ONLY thing universal about me
would be the collective and unanimous
bitching and moaning about how hot and bright I am,
Let's see how "forgiving" your precious water is
When the moon takes over...
So what is the point?
When the world turns it's head, so does everyone else
and I scream at the top of my lungs
TEACH THE TRUTH TO YOUR KIDS!
The truth is that I never physically set,
The truth is I AM God, so to speak
but you don't teach the truth to your kids,
and I am taken for granted,
If you don't teach the truth to your kids
Then what's the point of it all?
What's the point?
What's the point?
What's the point?
I don't want to beam, flare, or radiate
I don't want to shine anymore.

I was walking down the block with an old friend talking of life, politics and art
and my homes, my buddy, my friend had the nerve, the straight unbarred
audacity, to call me pretentious, why must I be pretentious? Why can't I be
cultured? Why can't I be eclectic? Why can't I be educated and refined in the things
I hold most dear to me? Am I truly pretentious? I suppose I am but what the dude
didn't realize is that the exact context of the word pretentious has changed today, I think
I understand it now as a compliment rather than an insult due to the fact it was taken out of context, the old meaning of the term would imply I claim some love or knowledge that I don't actually possess all for the sake of looking fresh, looking cool, but that wasn't the case here, my boy meant to say that I sounded like a damn fool and intellectual actually living in 2010, there aren't that many now I see where he's coming from, I'm a dying breed, a dying breed of persons, persons who question what does it mean to be a person, a person who does not only only express himself by the touch of paint but realizes that's just not enough, realizes that you must be socially and spiritually active in all expressive forms, I love the touch of paint just as much as I love the 7th chord on the beat of communication as much as I love the rhythm of the spoken word, society is losing that, so I speaking on behalf of the blind eyes and virgin ears, the weak lips, the bourgeois bitches and tricks looking to get a piece of the pie read this well and open your eyes to the truth that is - I'm a dying breed, I'm human.

3Peat

To quickly Re-Re introduce myself

My name is Felipe and I will be serving as Tech guy during your stay at the WCSP. You can ask me any questions about the program, Blogger, Flickr, Blurb, BookSmart (blurb program), Cameras, Photography, and Photoshop. I'm also open to any other questions. I hope you enjoy the class as much as past students have!

So who am I?

I am a Sophomore at Molloy College double majoring in Fine Arts / Philosophy. You can usually find me in the Philosophy House or the second floor of Wilbur. I'm generally easy to get along with.

WCSP Spring 2010

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