Shake The Dust -- Anis Mojgani

This is for the fat girls.
This is for the little brothers.
This is for the school-yard wimps, this is for the childhood bullies who tormented them.
This is for the former prom queen, this is for the milk-crate ball players.
This is for the nighttime cereal eaters and for the retired, elderly Wal-Mart store front door greeters. Shake the dust.
This is for the benches and the people sitting upon them,
for the bus drivers driving a million broken hymns,
for the men who have to hold down three jobs simply to hold up their children,
for the nighttime schoolers and the midnight bike riders who are trying to fly. Shake the dust.
This is for the two-year-olds who cannot be understood because they speak half-English and half-god. Shake the dust.
For the girls with the brothers who are going crazy,
for those gym class wall flowers and the twelve-year-olds afraid of taking public showers,
for the kid who’s always late to class because he forgets the combination to his lockers,
for the girl who loves somebody else. Shake the dust.
This is for the hard men, the hard men who want to love but know that it won’t come.
For the ones who are forgotten, the ones the amendments do not stand up for.
For the ones who are told to speak only when you are spoken to and then are never spoken to. Speak every time you stand so you do not forget yourself.
Do not let a moment go by that doesn’t remind you that your heart beats 900 times a day and that there are enough gallons of blood to make you an ocean.
Do not settle for letting these waves settle and the dust to collect in your veins.
This is for the celibate pedophile who keeps on struggling,
for the poetry teachers and for the people who go on vacations alone.
For the sweat that drips off of Mick Jaggers’ singing lips and for the shaking skirt on Tina Turner’s shaking hips, for the heavens and for the hells through which Tina has lived.
This is for the tired and for the dreamers and for those families who’ll never be like the Cleavers with perfectly made dinners and sons like Wally and the Beaver.
This is for the biggots,
this is for the sexists,
this is for the killers.
This is for the big house, pen-sentenced cats becoming redeemers and for the springtime that always shows up after the winters.
This? This is for you.
Make sure that by the time fisherman returns you are gone.
Because just like the days, I burn both ends and every time I write, every time I open my eyes I am cutting out a part of myself to give to you.
So shake the dust and take me with you when you do for none of this has never been for me.
All that pushes and pulls, pushes and pulls for you.
So grab this world by its clothespins and shake it out again and again and jump on top and take it for a spin and when you hop off shake it again for this is yours.
Make my words worth it, make this not just another poem that I write, not just another poem like just another night that sits heavy above us all.
Walk into it, breathe it in, let is crash through the halls of your arms at the millions of years of millions of poets coursing like blood pumping and pushing making you live, shaking the dust.
So when the world knocks at your front door, clutch the knob and open on up, running forward into its widespread greeting arms with your hands before you, fingertips trembling though they may be.

in gratitude,

TOURIST

THIS IS WHAT KEEPS ME GOING.

I remember when I stayed up all night with my brother putting our Lego set together. I remember when my dad would take the kids and we would pretend the car was a rocket ship and drive crazy.

 I remember when me and my brother would sleep in the kitchen. I remember when my siblings and I would fall asleep on our pull out couch, watching Peter Pan.

I remember when I traded my friends a Chalamander for a Charizard. I remember when my brother was the Pokemon trainer and I was the Pokemon. I remember when me and my friend Ben found a snake in my back yard and had my dad catch it so we could touch it. I remember the tree in my backyard that I would climb everyday. I remember the pop machine down the road. I always got root beer.

I remember when my family was poor but we were happy. I remember the lights when my dad would take the family for a ride when life was moving too fast. I remember the door that had a chime because my brother would steal my parents money and stick it into the hole in the door.

I remember when life was simple and all I had to worry about is what I wanted. I remember when my friend gave me a Chinese dagger and I chopped off all my sister's barbie doll's heads and then I accidentally stabbed my hand. I remember when I went to kindergarten and at recess I would swing on the swings and stare at the sun.

I remember when I would go camping with my dad and there was a moose outside our tent. I remember when I caught my first fish on my own. I remember hiking at night with my dad and watching the stars.

I remember when we would go over to my grandma's every Sunday. I remember when my aunts and uncles weren't mad at everyone. I remember Thanksgiving dinners and BYU football. I remember my dad coaching tee-ball. I remember going to work with my dad and getting bored until I found the water dispenser.

These are some of my memories. Nostalgic.

ONE WORD

Frustration. Foundation. Pressure. Games. Girls. Love. Questions. Answers. Comments. Blogs. Paris. Nelson. Dreams. Problems. Family. Friends. Team. Work. Effort. Desire. Passion. Ambition. Motivation. Music. Artists. BANKSY. Freedom. Grafitti. Change. Life. Good. Bad. Bold. Dull. Strong. Weak. Opposition. Black. White. Segregation. Martin. Luther. King. Jr. History. Childhood. Nostalgia. Tears. Fears. Lost. Cold. Antarctica. Snow. Ski. Adrenaline. Blood. Pumping. Wishing. Flying. Seeing. Believing. Emotion. Consuming. Food. Water. Hunger. Thirst. Needs. Earth. Movement. Space.

Direct Orders

Be yourself don't rock out like other people. Rock out like you want to rock out. Be who you want to be and do what you want to do. The only thing that really matters in the end is if your happy. Stop caring about your image. Stop caring about what others like. Do what you do...

What the people say...

I've always heard that you are a very creative person if you can find a thousand ways to use duct tape. I think the more creative person thinks of a million ways not to use duct tape. Duct tape is a lazy way of saying you fixed something, you are just holding something together with adhesive. It's like if anything falls apart the first thing people think of is duct tape. If you use duct tape you are not creative.

Before I die...

Death and T-shirts

You never really know how much you love something until its gone. But when its gone its too late, theres no going back. Your once peaceful life breaks into a darkness gulf filled with useless tears. Your life soon comes overwhelmed of what if's. What if I would of talked to him and just asked him how he was doing. If only I would of smiled at her. If only I would of let you known that I would be there for you. If only I told you how I really feel about you.
When I go running to help and relieve my pain I see nostalgic memories of us as kids and it only makes it worst. When I check on your family to see if I could be of some comfort I find your mom folding your T-shirts into a box. Nobody said life would be easy. I ask myself if the rest of my life is going to be like this? I can only think of what you could have been if only you were still here. If only you could find the stories of hope that were covered by despair.

Banksy

 

ON MY MIND...

I am thinking of you like... Like a child thinks about there mom. Like a poor homeless man thinks of an unrealistic home. I hate thinking about you because you consume my thoughts and I know I can't tell you. I don't care what anyone else in the world thinks but I care what you think. It's hard to know that no one in the world is the same and if I dont get you I will never find anyone else exactly like you. Maybe someday ill be able to tell you....

Nails and Females

Often times I wonder if society will ever figure it out. I wonder if high schoolers will ever figure it out. I'm sick of walking through the halls hearing about how hot that girl was. I'm sick of my friends asking me if I think that girl is cute. Im sick of guys talking about girls like there some thing that exist just to be pretty. I hate it when all people care about is looks. They judge with there eyes and not with there ears or there heart. Eyes have a tendency to see optical illusions. Some of you may stop reading this when I say this but I dare you to keep reading because people need to figure this out. Looks dont matter. You have to ask yourself does this person make you happy not a fake happy but true happiness? People need to stop judging people on there looks because it hurts. I'm sick of hearing about people that think they are worthless because society tells them there not beautiful. So stop talking about looks because those looks are not gonna make you laugh or bring you happiness. But you know whatever humans are still going to make such a big deal on looks because there simply human and nothing more.

Fears

Im afraid of giving it my all and not being able to win. Im afraid of defeat. I dont want to be a nobody because I am somebody. I afraid that the image I put off isnt the image I really am. I am sick of phony people that tell me they love me. I am scared that I will love somebody and they wont care. Im afraid I will fall short. I hate it when I dissapoint others and worst, myself. I hate it when I when and I get caught in all the glory. My fears cause me motivation. My fears are living inside of me but no one will really know what they are. I am human and I will do what humans have always done. If this is what humans are like I am sick of being human. I dont want to be like them.

Suspenders and belts

My question is simple why do people wear belts along with suspenders. It's like there worried if the belt gives out the suspenders will save them from the circus of embarrassment. Some people put on both because they simply dont think about it but it really should be one or the other never both. Whatever humans will be humans.

Love

My knowledge of love is little because of my experience. Love is like a person it learns to mature, it grows, and it can cause lots of trouble. Love is not someone who you think is pretty. With true love looks mean nothing and a young persons perspective on love doesnt change until they relize what really makes them happy. The only problem is that most people often change to have someone like them. We are like magnets but magnets cannot love. Why do we love what people tell us we should love? Why do we even care about other people, simply because we are human. Humans try to figure out humans but they will fail everytime. The only person you can figure out is yourself. The only person we can change is ourself. If we want to find true love most of us will need to change our perspective on love.

Pa-ral-y-sis

Have you ever thought what it would be like to be paralyzed? What would you do when you cant really do anything? The truth is most people are paralyzed. It is not a physical but more of a mental aspect of Paralysis. People will spend most of there time wondering about what others will think of them, instead they should be wondering about what is going to make them happy. People fear people. The thing that sucks about society is that everyone cares way too much about the dumbest things. When people find a way for them to become more popular they become consumed in a ocean of fake. Do not let anything consume your life because that will soon lead you to be paralyzed. Take these words as you like and live your life.

HUMANS

Some people like to think of humans as some great creature that dominates everything in the food pyramid. Humans are at the top of the food chain when really its not us its technology. We surround ourselves with others to make calm our unstable minds. Most of us cant make decisions for our own good. We do what others like so we can fit in. Most of us like others based on looks and say you like them for there personality because that's the way life should be. Humans are fake because we care way too much. We care about what other humans think. My question is: Who Cares? Why do you care if someone is attractive? Why do you care if everyone tells you what to do? Because the only thing that really matters is you! Its what you like and what makes you happy. Looks are for fakes, where there personality falls most people would say that there looks make up for it. Many of you will just read this like nothing ever happened but maybe just one of you will ask yourself these questions and maybe change into a real Human. Stop being a fake its no fun. Be yourself, express yourself. It's time to shake the dust off and get to know what life is about. Ask the boy or girl that you don't really notice much on a date because when you really get to know the intentions of the human heart you will most likely be surprised.

Introduction

If you would like to learn more about me listen to the music below.

We used to wait By: Arcade Fire
Montezuma By: Fleet Foxes
VCR By: The xx
The scientist By: Coldplay
Spare-ohs By: Andrew Bird

BUFFET CONTEST

My goal of this post it to see what is the best buffet out there. Asian Buffet, Golden Corral, Chuck-a-rama, Tucanos, Hometown or Pizza Pie? Comment on what is your favorite or if there is others buffets I should add to the contest.

Animal of the week!

The majestic Hippo

Banksy Art