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rock n' roll refugee

trikky

About Me

Wisdom for the world-Stop lying to yourself, and everything else. Then we can start building for a revolution. You in?

In Portland,OR with the love of my life.

My Interests

hooping, reading, poetry, cats, writing, dancing, nice and happy people, wild flowers, loving, tea, drum circles, daré, sincerity, intellectualism, philosophy, thrift stores, candles, groovin jamtastic sounds, nights at home with pot and a movie, hiking, the mountains, organic food, wine, beach rocks, Rousseau, the universe, thinking, human rights, animal rights, traveling with or without purpose, the human condition, growing, changing, living, good people with positive vibrations, having a voice and using it, inspiration, raindrops, kambucha, kindred spirits, being naked, the woods, imagination, art and the people make it, Immanuel Kant, piles of books, funky colored threads, swimming, mountains, stimulation arguments, appreciating something I don't understand, experiencing the spectrum of human emotions, rebellion, green weenies, fires, bookstores, fairies, feminism, native americans, educational reform, the enlightenment period, belly dancing, shiny silver jewelry, hemp, layers of skirts, mermaids, soul mates, Kucinich, turqoise, mandolin, the AT, oregon, green, free falling

I'd like to meet:

the cosmos

the ones who paved paradise and put up a parking lot

readers, lovers, dancers, travelers, green weenies, people willing to push, those who aren't afraid to stand up and openly rebel against injustice (whether it be in a small circle of friends or a matter of international diplomacy), or just deep people, maan. People who are content with armchair activism need not apply.

Music:

all of it + 1

Movies:

NATURAL BORN KILLERS, American Beauty, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Usual Suspects, Donnie Darko, Waking Life, all Kevin Smith movies, all Brat-Pack flicks, all Stanley Kubrick Films, SLC Punks, Girl, Spun, SCARFACE, Resevoir Dogs, Pulp Fiction, House of a 1000 corpses&The Devil's Rejects, The Wall

Books:

I love most of the books I read, and that's a whole bunch.

Heroes:



&Sylvia Plath

this man, right here:

My Blog

There is nothing better than staying up all night

Last night, into the night We didn't close our eyes once The necessity for blinking Had been temporarily suspended We were too busy Considering one another's Features, by the light of A stereo glow ...
Posted by rock n' roll refugee on Mon, 25 Sep 2006 03:14:00 PST

Take what you want from it, darling.

You are the flower that smiled toward the light.You decayed so quickly,As the sun crept out of sight,Gave yourself almost entirely overTo the poisonous alcohol of passionless nightsThere is something ...
Posted by rock n' roll refugee on Wed, 24 May 2006 09:11:00 PST

Houdini was slippery at best

You were playing with my hair And I got poked with a lizard pin We spoke a little of Houdini Then I swept the sighs under rug   You could not get out of the box Layered and stuffed with ego...
Posted by rock n' roll refugee on Mon, 03 Apr 2006 10:22:00 PST

Meant to mutter under breath[[equinox of change]]

Parking lot icebergs melt into puddles which seep into dead ground awaiting some new transformation And pretty soon.. You cann feel the life blooming In drowned dirt under you naked Heels, the worms m...
Posted by rock n' roll refugee on Tue, 14 Mar 2006 04:42:00 PST

1-2-3......2004

___________________________1_______________________________T racing over Nothing images Saddened by how Unalike they look I try to be cliche Say "wait for tomorrow, It'll be better" But cliche never ...
Posted by rock n' roll refugee on Mon, 06 Mar 2006 12:36:00 PST

Trinket [[an oldie but still a goodie]]

Oh, How I love the way Your lust drags Upon   My lips   In those fleeting moments Venus rests her spells In this bed made for two   Silence is forbidden Within these realms Of ardent s...
Posted by rock n' roll refugee on Mon, 06 Mar 2006 12:28:00 PST

Ferverous Vagaries

If it were left to me, my body would depart from matter, and everything kinetic and static in between would be meaningless, temporal. My nerves would make love to the tide, cradled in the ocean...
Posted by rock n' roll refugee on Thu, 02 Mar 2006 02:58:00 PST

"Creation and I..are having an affair"

I am no artist, I have no medium Just the heavy words like molasses That drip and disperse from my mind At an agonizing pace, coming as letters And barely recognizable syllables Evolving after each ...
Posted by rock n' roll refugee on Wed, 01 Mar 2006 01:23:00 PST

Is this clear enough for you?

I should know to end this now. But this epidemic won't stop, it's got a lust for souring hopes and disappointing the little kid in you. Leaving them fucked, worthless, and pouting on the sidewalk, s...
Posted by rock n' roll refugee on Wed, 01 Mar 2006 04:27:00 PST

One more fish out of water[poetry]

I received a dozen roses today To show me how much you care But the rusted buds told otherwise, The thorns twisted like fishhooks Trying to snag my cheek So you could reel me in. What beautiful bait, ...
Posted by rock n' roll refugee on Sat, 18 Feb 2006 08:31:00 PST