Terror Kitsch

Reworking images from ISIS in an attempt to take the power back from the boogeyman they have created. #JeSuisCharlie

Coming out of the Fog

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When you think that the odds are against you.

When you think that you can’t do a thing.

Think about Charlie Hebdo.

Think about Sandy Hook Elementary.

Think about the lost soldiers and civilians

massacred for no sane name.

Think about all the hunger.

All the displaced refugees.

Who wander the world blindly

only wanting to return to home.

Think about the rights we speak of.

The right to say what you want.

Think about the courage it takes to come out

in a country that will kill you.

To speak up.

To be present.

To be your true self.

Think about how far we’ve come.

Martin Luther King, Ghandi, Pope Francis

And how far we have to go.

#BlackLivesMatter #JeSuisCharlie

Think about your ability to think.

How we communicate ideas.

When you think the odds are against you

because they probably are.

Try to remember to think,

because it matters,

because you can,

until the last breath you whisper.

THINK: Until your mind is sand.

MRI of ISIS with Contrast

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You want to make sense

out of nonsense.

You want to take the BOO

out of the boogeyman.

Replace fear with hope.

Un-program the radicalized

The way of the West.

The way we see best.

Where freedom speaks. Out.

You want to delete 90,000 tweets a day.

Make all the hate go away.

Reattach all the heads that have been cut off.

Un-rape all the virginity taken.

Un-break all the bones broken.

Do you want your voice to count.

Do you want no boots on the ground.

Do you want all war to end.

This is how it will begin.

Spread joy online and to others.

Forgive you neighbor and your brother.

Smile when passed in the hall.

And if the boogeyman comes

to take your life.

To take your child and wife.

To take your head.

Tell him he is forgiven

for the choices

he has made.

Forgiven for the blood

on his boots and grave.

Loved for all his hate.

For he is a mirror of you.

Your reflection in reverse.

All the evil and love.

All the light and dark.

Our cancer grows deep.

The only way to survive

is to accept tumor cells

as your own. Tissue.

Something you never asked for.

Something basic issue.

Given out as a right of passage.

For if you hate

as if “IT” is not your own,

you ignore

the hate, the tumor, the terror cell

was locally grown.

was inside you all along.

For love is the only

known unknown.

A World With No Head

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RIP #KenjiGoto

you can cut a man’s head off but

you can’t take away his honor.

you can’t take away his dreams.

you can broadcast it for all to see but

you can’t make us believe in, you.

you can’t make us fear, you.

for journalists sign

away their lives

to leave their families and wives.

to sit across from you for a story

as you, murder and threaten

the world with more blood.

you can take the world’s head.

mistreat the already dead.

but the world will cease to listen.