Borders, The Final Frontier

Arizona has created and passed a law that allows local police officers to question people about their immigration status if there is reason to suspect they are illegal immigrants. Some people are against the law, while others are for it, stating that the illegal workers are taking the jobs of "Regular Americans".

The fact of the matter is, if people can't find jobs they aren't looking hard enough or aren't willing to do the type of work that is being offered to them. Blaming that on an "illegal" that specifically came here as a way of supporting themselves by working extremely hard at jobs most people probably wouldn't want to do is wrong and extremely near-sighted.

As I read through the hatred and ignorance within the comments of articles and blog posts, I couldn't help but think that the ultimate goal for the creators of these types of laws is to incite anger and create a division between our nation's oppressed people. It's time to focus on the big picture and truly see what they are trying to do. Don't become what they want you to become...

Focus

Perceptions and appearances are a funny thing.

It is very hard for people to see themselves as acting in a way that would be viewed as immoral or unethical by others. Yet if that person were to really peer into their soul, they would be surprised by what they would succumb to… even if it was just to satisfy some sort of carnal desire or longing.

In fact these desires are what makes us who we really are, and no matter how much we try to portray a more wholesome or widely accepted persona, we are not being TRUE to ourselves.

If we continue to live by these self-imposed "handcuffs", we risk living our lives "out of focus", with only a glimpse of ourselves exposed for the world to embrace.

My question is, Is this truly leaving one's mark? Or are we scared of what we may find just under the surface if we REALLY explore our boundaries? What impression are you choosing to leave?

Still Here

My eyes still stay red... burning with the fire from within,
Darkness still beckons,
Nothing has changed,
It has only been but a minute.

More to come...

The Rebirth

The words are empty,
emotions are fleeting,
These concepts match my innermost thoughts.

Trapped within a quandary,
Despair is inevitable,
Are these really my innermost thoughts?

Time to reconnect with oneself,
Metamorphose into the entity that one craves to be,
A formal re-introduction of sorts,
Unravel the mystery and reveal thyself!

Hello Seahorse! - Bestia

Hello Seahorse! is a Mexican, Bi-lingual Alternative Rock/Pop band that was started a couple of years ago. Although their second album "Bestia" was released a couple of months ago, I am happy that they are really starting to get the respect they deserve. They will be in the NYC area in a few weeks, so I am definitely going to go and check them out.

Enjoy their title track Bestia below!!!

Umberto Boccioni - States of Mind

Umberto Boccioni was an Italian-born, futurist painter and sculptor. In my opinion, his "States of Mind" collection (which consists of "The Farewells", "Those Who Go" and "Those Who Stay") are a standout among his work.

Boccioni’s “The Ones Who Go” has a melancholy and nostalgic feel. It makes me think of when family comes to visit that you don’t see too often and the whirlwind of emotion that one goes through when you first greet them, become re-accustomed to their presence, and the finally have to once again separate. This only reinforces the thought that most of the emotions we humans feel are transitory and never find a permanent home within us.

Boccioni’s “Those Who Stay” has always appealed to me because of the deep, dark aura that surrounds it and the inescapable weight of emotion it casts upon its viewers. When two people part it is a bit easier to be the one leaving as opposed to the one who is left behind. The vertical lines give the impression that sadness and clouds of loneliness are raining down and suffocating the people who are left behind.

A Walk Through The Dark

Why is it that I am so alive... so vibrant while the rest of the world lies motionless in slumber. These words have no point, yet to a point they rush.

These thoughts torment me.
Incessant urging...
Know thyself,
Deny not your slightest whim.

How can one truly go on wondering,
When one's unfeigned character is clear as day,
When one's true nature no longer hibernates.

I travel these dank corridors...
not as a way to ecape, but as a mode of ingress.