Untitled Poem from Earlier this Year

I wrote this sometime earlier this year, I can’t remember exactly when.

Untitled Poem

What if you drank enough to see the connection between everything? What if questions became answers –

What if you were thirsty enough to drink sunshine and let words fall into a Word.

To reveal the connections, or one connection. A totality of our communion with brutally-ripped shreds of gentleness

What if you prayed enough for your knees to become your lips, what if what if became what is, You Exist, and something greater exists that may also be YOU and I and I. and your

Green possibilities, cascades of balkanized historical theories, became the surety of sunlight in hungry eyes, the strength of guidance in God’s guidelines – irrefutable like seashores of experience painted on the walls of summer cottages in the middle of winter

Pass through my thoughts like speech,

What if your blasphemy became my holiness because of its soft hardness, What if my blasphemy became your truth, what if love became the truth,

What if goodness was just goodness, what if sadness was just sadness,

Why should a wellspring of youth wither by the wiles of a broken uncivilization?

Why not

Cruise at 1,000 miles around the side of your blankness, oh materialism whore redemption refunded in your pew of conformity and new ____ for only $49.99 put your future on the line we will move into our box and call it a castle, pimp out our future forever for the sake of your advertising slogan – make sure goodness is bought and sold as you divide the clothes of the nations.

Yet still can find a song of grace and power where the beauty of the eternal feminine is found even in a strip club, and

Pulsing with crushing stability – the old glory of belonging crushes separateness like a war of love , Peace, hungry for your soul’s syrupy ode to a realistically-idealized idyllic vision, the easiest thing in the world is the hardest, where hard meets soft, do you feel the truth, we need no hurdles like a movie set, disentangle from the fray,

Summer days – you play at time, time plays at you – your reflection of identity in a shard of glass or a movie screen, but the chorus of a greater song supports the hymn of coruscating questing – if you feel the questing you are the grand path, answer, question.

(c) 2011 Paul Brian

Poem: “Production Line”

A poem I wrote earlier today.

Production Line

Sometimes I feel like a part on a production line                               Pressed down, cut out,                                                                                  Heart marching in time                                                                           Spit out of the loud bang of machine sex and machine God,               Conveyed ubiquitously from the coordinated crash of a vast machinery,                                                                                             Pressed out of steel, steeled to win at all costs, but watching winners lose,                                                                                                                   Forget if you are me or I am you,                                                               On the production line.

Yes, sometimes I feel like a part on a production line
Pressed down, cut out,
Heart marching in time
Spit out of the loud bang of God sex machine soul part whole

consume, consumed, fed along a track,
Conveyed in a generic mechanical progress,
Pressed out of steel, steeled to lose, but never winning or losing,
Forget if you are me or I am you,
On the production line.

Programmed and designed by some higher beings,
Or maybe just those with a different vantage point,
Made by sharper eyesight and a more perfect understanding.
Sharper will. Pressed in the middle of a cast-iron die, that has cast you in your part before your time even                                                    arrives, divided from your fellow material in a process of creation and destruction.
Pushed out as a part or as scrap metal to the side,
The inevitable byproduct of the finished part,
Sitting in a bin of scraps,
Little other parts of hearts.
Sloughing off in time -
Where a process and a reason express their lesser rhyme,
Sacrifice for the whole; perform martyrdom on a dime.

Reverberating with purpose, hard hit and cut out
Into your function,
Formed in a moment of hard meeting
Designed with precision

and based on your material
which will conform to the higher force
and form something greater than itself
more defined and purposeful than an unformed whole?
or more used, ubiquitous and lost?

The questions ask themselves with each boom, with gusto,
I am, but in what form and where should I go?
On the production line.

© 2011 Paul Brian.

Clips of Interview I Shot used on Jimmy Kimmel Live

(c) 2011 Paul Brian

Parts of an interview clip I shot of Herman Cain back back in March were sampled on Jimmy Kimmel Live last night. Whatever people’s views on Herman Cain he is an affable, rather hilarious guy and I remember this interview after a Heritage Foundation briefing being a lot of fun. I realized right from the get-go hearing him speak to a group of us at the briefing earlier that he was charismatic and humorous, with good campaign slogans, and would become a formidable force in the 2012 run. Now that Herman has dropped out of the race hopefully more and more of his supporters begin the natural process of supporting Ron Paul. Many of Ron Paul’s economic and social views are in line with Herman’s.

Enjoy the video. I’ve posted the original clip below so you can see where Kimmel took the excerpts from.

Newt, Alex, Info Control Grid

Here is an interesting discussion of all the social networking and big media companies tracking and analyzing information. It seems logical to conclude that Alex Jones is inevitably entangled and part of the exact phenomenon he’s describing of information prediction and information gathering whether he wants to be or not…i.e. 1984 Emanuel Goldstein type thing…what’s the useful function or viability of truthful information that exists within, and perhaps at the whim of, the lie?

Do you want a side of Newt World Order with that freedom burger?

And I hope to hell globalist bank shill Newty boy doesn’t get elected. In this article I disagree with writer on many points here not least his apparent admiration of dismal failure Woodrow Wilson, and equating Obama with anticolonial ideal, but he makes good points about Newt’s pseudo-historian act where he glosses over King Leopold’s immense abuses in Congo to regurgitate instead tired talking points about the European social order. http://www.nytimes.com/2011/12/05/opinion/what-gingrich-didnt-learn-in-congo.html

Goodbye Republic.

Bonfire of the liberties.

Sad news for the former Republic of the US. Recent passage of NDAA and its amendment particularly Sec. 1031 lays groundwork for a greater staged crisis. This will likely come in the form of either false flags and/or accelerated economic implosion, followed by rise of a military-backed leader who will then pass an enabling act giving him/her power and using the NDAA amendments to officialize dictatorship, camps, detentions, etc.

What seems logical on the surface at this time to some US citizens, will pave the way in years to come for mass detention, removal of due process and imposition of legally-supported martial law in US cities and towns, but the sad thing is most people in the US and around world won’t believe that until it starts happening. Blogs like this one will simply start being blocked. Telescreens in grocery stores will tell you to watch out for your neighbours. Remember, the government is legitimate and fair, that’s why you should pay them your hard-earned money and accept their wars and lies. It’s for your own good. Never heard that one before.

“When Are You Going to Take Your Pants Off?” – Food Freedom Rally Nov. 23

A fellow with a guitar sings his mind at the food freedom rally in front of the Ontario provincial government legislature. The rally was in support of Michael’s Schmidt’s ongoing battle for consumer choice regarding natural milk.

“I know what you’re thinking about my pants: ‘please keep them on.’ But I am talking about metaphorical pants. I’m talking about those pants that you wear because you’re told to wear them.” -Lyric Excerpt

I arrived late to the rally and there were only about forty people once I was there, but I was told there were around 200 people there earlier. Enjoy the song.

Ron Paul Supporter at Evict Rob Ford March Toronto

I shot a conversation  between a very knowledgeable 17-year-old Ron Paul supporter who I let hold our my side of the Ron Paul R3volution banner, and two individuals at the Evict Mayor Rob Ford March yesterday. Impressive that he knows so much about the problems and can express them this well! Maybe there is hope for civilization (or what will be left of it after the hyperinflation currency crash and martial law if Ron Paul doesn’t win).