May oh eleven

Looking like she came straight from heaven

Blinding light assaults the darkness;
Children wait for guns to cease.
In the midst of war’s confusion,
Make us instruments of peace.

Hungry for your visitation,
We are waiting –
lost,
afraid.

You alone,
O God,
can save us.
Heal the wounds that we have made.

- poet Jean McMullan, written the morning the Iraq War started

Holy Sonnet VI
John Donne

At the round earth's imagined corners blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise
From death, you numberless infinities
Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go,
All whom the flood did, and fire shal o'erthrow,
All whome war, death, age, agues, tyrannies,
Despair, law, chance hath slain, and you, whose eyes
Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe.
But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space,
For, if above all these my sins abound,
'Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace,
When we are there. Here on this lowly ground,
Teach me how to repent, for that's as good
As if Thou hadst seal'd my pardon with Thy blood.

THE UNITED STATES OF BORG
by Kevyn Jacobs






We Are the United States of Borg.
You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile.
We will assimilate your cultural and national distinctiveness into our own.
You will be made to serve the process of globalization.
You will adopt American values as your own.
You will go to work for the global megacorporations which further Americanization of the world.
You will spend your income on American products.
You will drink Coca-Cola. You will eat McDondalds. You will smoke Marlboro cigarettes. You will drive Chevrolets. You will wear American-style clothing. You will listen to music by American artists. You will watch video entertainment produced in Hollywood. You will worship Mickey Mouse. You will use Microsoft software.
Most importantly, you will speak English.
Resistance is futile.

We will co-opt your culture, so that we may draw off parts of you and make them into our own image. We will adopt your language into the English language. We will adopt foods from your culture and adapt them into our own diets.
Your culture will be assimilated. Your culture will be Americanized. Those parts of your culture which cannot be Americanized will be discarded.

You will re-make your economies into American-style market economies. You will remake your government into Western-style democratic republics. Your people will be allowed to retain their own individualities, but only insofar as it furthers the spread of the consumerist values collective. You will be more concerned with individual freedoms than communal values, so as to futher the cause of individual consumerism. You will be detached from the natural world. You will remodel your cities into American-style cities. You will live in the suburbs.

The process is global. The process is unstoppable. You will be assimilated. You will follow the example of previously assimilated nations. The Borg nations of Europe. BorgJapan. BorgCanada. You will join them. We are the United States of Borg. You will be assimilated.

Resistance is futile.



The Americanized global monoculture is steamrolling indigenous culture. It reminded the author of the way the Borg operate in Star Trek.

what i got.



i've been told i'm worthwhile yet still not enough,
and in endless nights of restless dreams
i think, and dream of mislead touch.
i flaunt this fear like the scars on my heart,
undecided in action, writhing in unspent words.
i don't know to smile at the beauty
or shrink from it's accompanied lust.
Like the flower stem stripped from it's petals,
we're devoid of identity for "loves me, loves me nots".
and in the end, i've begun again
rebirthed to the Earth from which i come.

To treat you right and maintain promises of well kept hearts
is the purpose of my existence in your life.
and still the unexplainable tensions of isoloation death
breeds fear and spite and manic strife within.
the dream is more than matching; its something you've defined.
Little knowing, self effacing interest oiled machine.

hearts and rules made for broken,
watch the pebbles trip.
i throw my soul into the wind
and pray for angel's grip.

the mountain top which i've seen, means more when i sit below.
hidden in the valley's of moments of haunting memories
which you ask me to live without?
How to give and take and care and slave
for unverified affection vowed,
could be the secret to your pacification
my gifts and soul and worth, raw exposure doubt.
You'll live in memories cherished as gifts
and all the "want you's" of moments past.
and no matter what is said or done
every rare gem of you stays in me 'til breath last.

In A Child's Eye.



the sparkle in the eyes of a child has the remarkable ability to restore all hope in mankind. when the world seems angry and disconnected and uncaring, the passing glimpse of truth and beauty that comes from that innocence brings me back to the realization that all mankind was created in God's image, and that we, I, have just deviated from that plan. In a day where i couldn't have felt more lost, more pessimistic, right after i saw a drunk screaming at his wife, this amazing young hispanic girl seemed to flip the script and reverse my whole outlook on life. Thank you God for that creation, for that honesty, for the pure, the innocent. Thank you for creation, and beauty and peace and love. I can only now strive to live with that type of purity, to decalluce my heart, strip the layers of hurt, and hiding, scars of distrust and insecurity, so that in my eyes people will also find hope. Find a way to believe in humanity and in the world that i live in. Thank you for the people who teach me to love, to be honest, to be vulnerable. I am indebted.