As she chooses the flowers to decorate her bun
She chooses the petals, she thinks the best
She has to choose….
What would you do if you have two difficult choices to make?
What if both choices were equally important?
Whether to just ignore your people and lead your own life?
Or …to follow your dad’s footsteps and lead the country?
It was hidden in Aung San Suu Kyi’s life
She only had two choices to make and she finally made her choice
But she was kept in her house all alone
by the cruel Burmese military for so many years
But she still chose to save her people’s life
And made her father and ancestors proud
She is happy with her choice
Not because she was caught by the military
It is because she is one brave lady
The lady Aung San Suu Kyi has made the choice of her life,

Dear State Counsellor.

Once I saw you as an icon of morality.
A bastion of hope.
A ‘dancing peacock’ in a troubled world.
Some called you the ‘midwife of democracy’.
Others an ‘Oxford housewife’,
a peacock ready to show its eyes.

But now….

The Children, babies, women and men of the Rohingya
are butchered, ***** and murdered by your
soldiers as you read poetry to children.

And the rest of the world stands by waiting for
the Norwegians to take away your Nobel Peace Prize.
Another sense of justice, lost again.

The working hands of the Muslim men in Rakhine
are tied by the Buddhists, the lovers of peace.

Their guns gleaming and your army standing by.

“It wasn’t us” say the Generals
“It was the Buddhists”.

But of course we have seen this before.
At Srebrenica, Nanking, My Lai and Auschwitz,
until the gas came.

And the world stands by.
Another failure, another genocide.

Now, as your military load the death carts
and bury mothers next to their children.
The Buddhists place flowers on the mass graves.
And I call for you and your ‘men’
to be accountable for those burnt by the sun.

I just wanted freedom,
I’m not talking about rights, that’s irrelevant.
We just wanted freedom,
As in the youth wanting better ways for development.
I’m speaking on the behalf of those unaware of their intelligence,
Those who discovered their element but kept the closet shut.
Afraid to offer the clothes on their back,
They’ll say it’s confidence we lack,
But here’s the ugliest fact,
We don’t open doors with skeletons.
Unless it’s Halloween, where dark and light are in resonance,
Yin and Yang, beauty is ugly and ugly is beauty, humorous medicine.
I have a testament, that if the morals in this holiday were a measurement of 365 days, it would be evident according to my estimate, that unity and love would be proper etiquette, excellent because even the dark would be perceived as heaven-sent.
The terms evil and hell would then be indefinite allowing a person to open a door with a skeleton as a cause without the effect being bedevilment.
That’s freedom.
Some have it in the day, most find it at night.
It could be with family or with friends.
A celebration of a season, or a reason to escape a thing we call life.
A venting conversation after empty bottles,
A sleep over when home is hostile,
They say happiness is in the moment,
I say that moment occurs when you’re no longer in a position to fight,
For a home, a place of comfort and acceptance,
A place where your company is appreciated,
We all need love, that warm feeling we get when standing in light,
Or the uplifting vibrations when the environment opens up, and you’re no longer forced to sit tight but now have the opportunity of standing up to take flight.
We deserve some freedom.
I used to feel alone,
With awareness that term became solitude,
I can’t crave attention after joining the mission,
I had to look in the mirror,
“Keep it together” said Kyi,
“Because this is a solid move”
But but, I’m losing my friends.
“You’re choosing your men.”
“A positive team,
Because that’s what knowledge do”
“Here’s a time reference using latitude.”
“Move forward, chase the rabbit food,
Clear vision with a positive attitude.”
“Moving West to east may feel like you’re leaving things behind,
But understand earth and understand time,
We circle back around, think of a birthday, there will always be a time when you're gonna look back at you.”
“That’s a rapid move.
These are states of Matter, going from solid to gas,
A caged bird ready to fly, that’s a cockatoo.”
“Atoms aren’t alone, eventually they meet others,
There’s a bigger picture, that’s a molecule.”
“Don’t feel alone, atoms go through solitude when there’s a column move, solid to gas-”
-a solid move-
“- but in our case, a change in longitude,
Because we’re shifting our consciousness from 3rd to 5th dimension.”
I understand the magnitude of the mission, that’s why we made this decision,
No need to crave attention when acting with promptitude,
Like minded people will act as a molecule and help constitute  a solid move in longitude, breaking the physical is an important attribute, analytical travel route, an atom moving towards freedom in its absolute-
“Knowledge acting as carrots, erasing ignorance, clearing the vision for an Omni move.”
The conscious battles to become the subconscious, the freedom to be all of me instead of part of me, that’s a body move.
Freedom is all I wanted,
Freedom is all we wanted,
Being labeled Millennials was the outcome,
It’s not life but these systems we’re trying to out run.
They look at suicide like, “What went wrong?”
“She looked so happy…”
Or “How did he feel alone.”
Freedom is when you have a home,
If I’m talking and you’re listening, that’s being heard,
But if you can’t understand it, there’s no meaning in the word,
That’s a failure in communication, standing without a herd I’d still be on my own.
If anything, the previous generations don’t understand emotions,
Feeling empty is indeed a deep feeling.
They say there’s not much in the bottom of the ocean,
I say dive,
“But Daycee we can’t the pressure will crush us.”
Now you see why suicide is chosen,
We dive, looking for something we know is there, unaware of the pressure, we get crushed by our own emotions.
These are powerful feelings and thoughts,
We see the insanity and what was lost in erosion.
Try to understand us, don’t try to change us, just like those whom predates emphasize, “Don’t blame us.” We must change a system that caused the previous generations to be broken, if anything our generation is bringing hope in, refusing to be above or below one, our words if anything are the greatest ever spoken,
We need people to understand us, not just listen, because these systems aren’t working,
Einstein said “A problem can’t be solved with the same consciousness that created it”, so don’t point fingers at us saying “Millennials” and that we were always given ****, when we’re the group that gave a **** about the world and the people that hated it and attempted change by not doing the same thing over and over again, innovative because we’re some creative kids,
I hope this is provoking because ****** we are special, specifically chosen,
To bring back balance and unity in consciousness that the ignorant and insane broken,
I am here to bring freedom,
Because freedom is something we all need,
The millennials are here to bring freedom,
Because it’s the one thing we all see,
The brothers and sisters we lost heard it call from the bottom of the sea,
Our ancestors want us to bring back freedom that was lost in waters but remained in gene,
Freedom is a kingdom we’re bringing where all is free.

by Hasan Aspahani

1.   Is prison only behind walls and iron bars or is it also in a free land that wants to be erased from history and maps?

2. Is killing possible only by the army and with weapons or also from the silence of the person who should speak?

3. What fears are now making you unable to feel the fear of hundreds of thousands of people whose homes burned, as well as mosques and rice fields left behind?

4. Can not you just imagine what they want to do is go home, study, and sit on the edge of the bed waiting for the dying mom?

5. Is it still beautiful that peacock dance when in between the tail feathers prepare army troops opened fire on people who do not understand why they must be expelled or die?

6. Do you want to once again get The Nobel Peace Prize for something you have to do that I should not mention in this question?

sinusunog na mga bahay,
sinasamsam ang mga ari-arian,
sinasaktan pati ang mga bata,
ginagahasa ang mga babae,
at pinapatay ang mga lalake.
ganito araw-araw ang kanilang sinasapit,
hindi sa kamay ng mga tulisan o rebelde,
hindi sila ang salarin sa pang-aapi,
kundi ang estado at militar ang pasimuno.
sila ang pasistang halimaw na naninibasib,
pagkat gusto nilang maubos ang mga Rohingya.
hindi daw sila taga Burma,
latak daw sila ng mga Arabong dayo,
kaya kailangan na sila'y malipol.
walang magawa si Aung San Suu Kyi,
pati s'ya hawak sa leeg ng militar.
walang ginagawa ang Amerika at UN,
palibhasa wala silang mapapala sa mahirap na bansa.
isa na naman ba itong Rwanda,
o katulad sa Gaza?
walang gustong tumulong sa kanilang walang pakinabang.
maramot ang saklolo sa mga madaling maloko,
hindi kinakalinga ng langit ang mga tunay na api at kapos palad,
sapagkat ang mata ng kasaysayan ay nakatuon lagi sa Europa
at sa mga bansang masagana.

"Dadi na da gobe saurin zuwa" Hausa proverb

Hmm!

Did you remember?

How many  Muslim's
lives lost before this
presence in Myanmar

[Dedicated to Aung San Suu Kyi, the greatest Fraud of all times]

Darkness like Halagu Khan is running
taking sword in hand;
Light is fleeing raising its tail.

The decorated dream-city will lose its
electricity for ever;
in all directions, the slogan of hyenas
will be heard only.

Going to the shade of Bodhi Tree,
I asked Gautama Buddha,
'By tasting which poisonous fruit,
your disciples have become insane
and have been involved in massacre
in Myanmar? '

Hanging his head, said Gautama, 'Darkness.'

Going to Bethlehem, I asked Jesus Christ,
'By drinking which grape-juice,
your disciples have become insane
and have been involved in massacre in Mosul,
Baghdad and Syria singing of democracy? '

Hanging his head, said Jesus, 'Darkness.'

Going to the holy home of Moses,
I bowed down my head and said, 'Would you
tell me, by eating which Manna and Salwa
your disciples have become insane
and have been involved in killing children
and women in holy Palestine? '

Hanging his head, said Moses, 'Darkness.'

Going to Mathura city, I said to Lord Krishna,
'Please tell me, by eating which food
offering to deity, your disciples have become
insane and have been involved in massacre
in Kashmir, Delhi and Gujarat? '

Hanging his head, said Krishna, 'Darkness.'

Darkness like Halagu Khan is running
taking sword in hand;
Light is fleeing raising its tail.

Again the days of darkness have descended on earth.
I have been searching Abdul-Muttalib's son
Abdullah's house in Pharaoh's city—
in such a thick darkness, no doubt,
the Sun of the desert had risen
in the lap of Amina!

[Translated by the poet from Bengali]

military oppressors
put her voice
into a muted pause
of suppression
the peoples of her land
were denied
of her ideology
that was placed
under a secure key
of a military
who wanted
her voice silenced
in totality

how can a bird that is born for joy
sit in a cage and sing
this proposition
gave thought
to some pondering
the Burmese people elected
Aung San Suu Kyi
to lead them with
a government of democracy
her message
though stifled
still bought joy
to many in her land
her voice had been
silenced by a coupe
the strains of freedom
were ingrained
in her words
that never deserted
her people's ears

liberty did come
at the release of her tongue
which carried
her nation
back to the breath
of a self determining
lung

Sensuous pleasure
Human touch

I close my eyes
Darken hue

A stampede of thoughts
Streams of consciousness

Springsteen in Asbury Park
Aung San Sun kyi, a lost voice

Meeting with a philosopher
American friends

Judge Judy
And Poetic license

International conflicts
Blame the Russians

Rooney drink driving
Racist police and the NFL

PhD students
And Noam Chomsky

R.E.M
'The End Of the World as We know it'

BREXIT
Blame anyone but yourself

A mother giving birth in the street
To poor for St. Elsewhere

North Korea
Blame the Chinese

The beautiful woman next to me
Another day in paradise.

The man said something
Now the other foot.

Imelda Marcos had only three
hundred and sixty five pairs of
footwear. Every leap year once in
four, she went shoeless for charity.


Muslim Women fled barefoot to
Bangladesh from Burma, because
Aung San Suu Kyi believed, that
charity must always begin at home!

A micro-black hole in super-infinite space,
Anne Frank preaching the Promised Land
To millennials born in exile,
Worshipping Bob Marley in Babylon
Waiting for Christ to take out the trash;
Keep waiting
She knew nothing of the Bible,
Didn’t know she was a Jew---gay, straight or terrorist,
Dialectical materialism clashing with the Holy Trinity
In the neutron stars’ collision of
What we call density in space at the end of super-gravity,
No endings anymore: the singularity is us:
the negative to the photograph---

Black holes shake the spacetime sisterhood
with bigger and bigger gravity waves
Until the universe shatters like a snow globe---
Soviet ******, Russian princess bride
designating the next phase of your honor;
She’s my Soviet sister, mister
Design your press for Putin’s world-wide wedding
Desire is divine when the world is in calamity---
Soviet mothers live in the sewer
Below Sonya’s ***, her pomegranates
On the cottage table she belongs to no man but me,
My bride from the mist---

Parmenides agreeing with Euclid in bliss with a good cigar---
The ice in your eyes may be cool
Because Elton feels it (we all feel it)
Your great-uncle was a **** spy not Ai Wei Wei’s father
Like Mao Zedong, the great poet
Of the Cultural Revolution forbidden
To write made to pull a plow
Don’t lie about it,
Proud he wanted to pound ur ***---

Soviet princess, I wish to know u like a father,
There is snow and there is now---
Riding the bride raw in a Russian tradition,
Tsunami women in boxers
With an eyeful of throat,
Candy-eyes in her waistline,
In her middle earth contours
I who am that poet whom
Is the feline shadow shape sharp as a tail of tall chords
Twisting in the gravity shifts
The wind is shallow now, who looks like that---
Her American-Turkish mother
Who began to fish behind the lines
Her fat *** in boxers a woman:
Pin-uposophy the science of hummingbirds
And the dramatic decline of bees,
The saucer flips and trips through space---
Listening to Wagner, discussing Nietzsche
Glorifying white womanhood
Burning the bunny and ******* flag---
She goes where her cloned colon goes---
Ivy-eyed in Hamburg; New Zealand;
Cryogenic ******* designed for living testicles---
Glorifying wormholes and supernova---
I like that

The neutron star exploding you can feel it
Men have been ****** children since time began
In what appears to be human nature---
Transgender crime boss turned informant
Gunned down on the operating table,
Transcendental Idealist Plato invites Diogenes
Out for a drink in the Golden Age
With Bunny Yeager, the beginning of ugly beauty queens,
Not the first, Russian history going far back in time...
Ask Vartuhi about Pushkin
She will tell you abstractly,
*** trafficking and harassment are one thing,
New York, London, Milan, Tokyo, Paris
Guilty of ****** assault against men and women---
Heartless tgirls getting plastic surgery to become
Teen ****** and slutty wives looking hot
In 1920, the year I took the Polish girl in the ***
And saw her future,
The scientist moonlighting as a shocking stripper
known throughout Europe
What is unknown to the aliens
Is I will move to Bulgaria or Bagdad
And close the windows on
Naked neutron **** flappers
and other strippers of long ago;
The Nazis have never been forgotten
For good reason---
The myths they made were picked up in the street---
This thing just talks and keeps talking
With no time for ******* ****---
A poem is not a song, a poet is not king
Or president or Aung San Suu Kyi
Or Robert Mugabe or Kim Il Sung
Or Kim jong Un or Carl Jung
Or Sigmund Freud or Joseph Stalin---
Playing sports in a warzone,
Not a figurehead or martyr,
This is not mathematics or a game of chance;
Your AI is smarter than you are---
The Golden Age of Anarcho-Nihilism
The vocabulary of ants and giants,
Say u saw the 7 stars and pray---
Absurdo-Futurism blah blah blah
U know kids are on drugs
Ur heroes alcoholic predators,
Nothing goes unchanged, it’s human nature
U can’t arrest someone for being human;
Do not cast moral aspersions
When you cannot defend your own actions---
Ur father was a ****** *****,
Ur mother god only knows---
Mayakovsky and Whitman met on the pier,
Rupaul's liquor bottles floating in shark infested water
Although he doesn’t drink or smoke---
Do you know him? Mao Zedong, Adolf ******,
Donald Trump lacking essential brain chemistry
Producing a brainless sadist
In an American cultural revolution,
An open attack on intellectual history;
In the future there will be no ideas, LGBTQ-etc.
Christian Conservatism left or right---

Which one are u? ****** harassment does not exist
When anyone accused is guilty---

Christian intuition says there is a paradise,
That is, paradise compared to this dump---
Now science is telling us the same thing,
The Infinite Singularity of Eternal Paradise

Growing flowers in a tin-can
In the shadow of the black hole and sky’s end
I have no interest in Magic Realism
And completely reject Surrealism---
I want to write floating prosody,
That is prose that takes place
In heaven and/or hell, not this world;
Anyone who can comprehend Cubism
Can grasp the multiverse---
Futurism, Suprematism,
Abstract Expressionism,
Constructivism, quantum theory---
Things working along the lines
Of the Higgs field,
Wherefore the mind can transcend
Mere three-dimensional
Thinking like Einstein, Freud and/or Dylan---
Something about YHWH---
The abstract One a Neo-Platonic concept
Derived from Plato’s ideal forms; Jung’s archetypes
And Freud’s unconscious (Jung’s subconscious)
What Einstein called relativity most people call reality
That can be manipulated by poetry or music.

Man and *** is like a cop with a gun;
Sooner or later they’re going to use it
***** bullet fires ****** bullet wound bleeds---
The pendulum swings
Between being and non-being and/or becoming
And unbecoming, but the wound pre-exists
The bullet in a tachyonic temporal reversal
Of patriarchy and matriarchy,
The Saudi royal family deposed and replaced
by a string of democratically elected female presidents;
Which will become the first female dictatorship of the new era;
There will be others, mothers and such,
***-camps perpetuating the politically correct species,
So cries the Jewish poet before he is ******
By the wayward women who rule the toilet-state---
The bald-headed ***** with nice ***, nameless Empress,
Spurring the underground Machismo movement;
Men with guns who want to replace all other women
With their oriental counterparts---
“I dreamed of a world
               Of only Asian women and men of every color!”

The baritone Bible banned, all men Christ---
Our women Christian not Jewish or Muslim
Our poets banned lest they speak micro-aggressions;
I am one, outlaw unlike my brothers who bow
At the feet I once scaled like mountains,
She is waiting at the top with a Bible in hand
She can’t read or understand
As it makes no sense to her female brain;
She only knows deception like the old KGB,
obvious by the accent I can’t understand---
Israel gone, Palestine soon follows.
Burqinis on the beach and in the street,
Leggings and funky sneakers,
Her pores open by hot yoga;
So cries the Jewish poet before he’s ****** to death
I heard the prophet wail like Mayakovsky
The red, white and black the colors of no flag---
Most of the ants doing nothing;
Most fascists dull-witted mediocrities,
I saw her waving the red-white-&-black
In the Nollywood invasion of collective castration
Of the male species as if we were wild animals
Women directors taking out insurance but not in Iran---
Which is ruled by an old man;
What will the saudis say
When the supreme leader is a woman at last---
The red guard will end like Quadaffi’s bodyguards
I’ll have a Russian lover, I’ll have an Indian lover,
But I won’t have a Muslim lover
And don’t want one although I thought I did at one time---
Not only priests are rapists,
The average guy is a ****
Every man is a saint
And what does that make u, *****?
A *****. ****, *****, ashamed? of what?
Nothing since u jump out of our clothes
At the smell of money;
Most people deep as mud;
Their words half-forgotten poetry
Maybe it rhymes or not,
Catholic and/or Protestant
As the sun comes up on a cloudy day during mass---
Call no man father or master or brother---
The Jewish poet is ur brother,
No man is ur master
Except Hermes or Prometheus or Pythagoras
No man is ur father dancing
To mother’s organic music,
Her milk flowing from her 1,000 *******
Call no man mother and no woman father
White noise background radiation prayer
Building a great pyramid by randomly piling stones
One atop another that fly---her father,
Her uncle, her brother not related to me---
The blonde girl running on the beach at dawn
Is not a goddess---
The witch-hunt of powerful influential men
Who can’t keep their hands to themselves
Is destroying the vulture before it can be born
As the Enlightenment and Renaissance
Went down in flames like the Roman Empire
And what is left but dreamers led by Jesus
And his angels and saints---

As the pit opens beneath barefoot ballrooms
She falls into Hades never to return
With her foreign accent she’s a ****** as am I---
How can she take the sacrament
With her fingers shoved in her ****?
When Jesus returns I want to be ******;
I’m not going to heaven w/o a cigarette;
My lover the flapper taking away my sin;
This bread this cup my breakfast---
The priest speaks to the black hole
As if it were alive forgetting the supersupernova
And neutron stars that begin spacetime
At the end of all things that shall come again;
Passing away again in timespace---
There are no more pure virgins only gods in their wisdom
***** ******* pure---
***** mothers better than clean mothers---
Money raining from uber-clouds;
Nollywood semi-virgins living with the pain
Of genital mutilation,
Everybody is writing poetry these days
Inspired by children that can barely spell
The words inspired by adults
That don’t know poetry from ****,
Who can’t rhyme without hip-hop
In the background---

The wooden poet meets the burqini beauty queen
On the beach in the rain and wind---
Feet caked with mud, swirling black holes
crashing and exploding like cars in Jerusalem
again and again until LIGO picks up the vibration
And tells the world---
What can gravity waves do that a terrorist can’t?
Gravity waves give women ****;
Have you ever seen an australopithecus female?
They are not pretty unless u love animals as do I,
even a Neanderthal woman won’t **** me;
O - I am the prophet who leapt upon horseback
and rode like fire into battle a man of war.
Women are worn-out cliches
Cries the Soviet poet who lives and breathes
In the underworld made of oak;
Do not envy evil gay men---
A prophet at dawn sleeps with men,
Army and navy and Marines---
And I pour out my spirit like flesh
remembering her earthen blood,
The moon darkened by the Christ child’s name;
A girl sold for wine to drink I will mold like clay---
Your body beaten into a wooden sword
In the Bronze Age.

Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for him,
She just wants to dance and so she shall
The anarcho-nihilist absurdo-futurist cult
Of the Soviet fembot buried in the ghost city,
Don’t go there, the radiation lingers
In the baritone voice of one who returns;
Where the old women will not **** me
Like I’ve seen them do to others---
Young girls won’t **** me like their mothers will---
Anger leading to evil in the ghost city
Jonah went to Nineveh
And told the Ninevites to go **** themselves---
No Jews were insulted, no women *****,
God laughs at the wicked,
Their swords pierce their own hearts---
The wicked shall vanish and beauty shall fade;
In the field of eternity it shall be scattered
Like smoke by the wind---
All good things come from gravity waves
Women grow **** and men grow big *****
They mate and are fruitful,
I built a fembot and named her Sonya and she became a poet
And made me a lot of money; she was that good.

Occupy Wall Street; Occupy Hong Kong;
Occupy the world & occupy Ai Wei Wei;
Throw Aung San Suu Kyi
under the rickety bus;
Ferguson to Parkland kids rise up in protest
shouting even-toned "Stop killing us!"