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A daily TV/radio news program, hosted by Amy Goodman and Juan Gonzalez, airing on over 1,000 stations, pioneering the largest community media collaboration in the United States.
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    With estimates of well over 5,000 deaths, the uprising in Syria is believed to be the Arab Spring's bloodiest conflict to date. As the toll mounts, calls are growing for the international community to intervene by arming rebels fighting the Assad regime and even direct military intervention. We host a debate on the merits and pitfalls of foreign intervention in Syria with two guests. "I'm not opposed to helping the opposition. The problem right now is that we are not sure who to arm," says Joshua Landis, director of the Center for Middle East Studies at the University of Oklahoma and editor of "Syria Comment," a daily online newsletter on Syrian politics. We're also joined by Karam Nachar, a cyber-activist and Ph.D. candidate at Princeton University working with Syrian protesters via social media platforms. "There is a humanitarian disaster unfolding on the ground," Nachar says. "[The world has] a moral responsibility to protect the Syrian people." [includes rush transcript]
  • As Greece Erupts, BBC's Paul Mason on "The New Global Revolutions" over Austerity, Inequality
    Greece is bracing for protests after eurozone finance ministers concluded a deal that will provide a $170 billion bailout in return for another round of deep austerity cuts. The bailout is opposed by several unions and left-wing groups in Greece over new cuts and layoffs imposed on public sector workers. We're joined by Paul Mason, economics editor at BBC Newsnight and author of the new book, "Why It's Kicking Off Everywhere: The New Global Revolutions." He has just returned from Greece. "What makes the headlines are, of course, the riots," Mason says. "What doesn't make so many headlines is what is happening to real people... We are living in a time where the world has, in the last couple of years, erupted in a way that many people thought they would never see again since the 1960s... The underpinnings of this new global unrest are that...people are sick of seeing the rich get richer during a crisis." [includes rush transcript]
  • Headlines for February 22, 2012
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  • As Calls for Intervention in Syria Grow, Vijay Prashad Urges Reevaluation of NATO Attack on Libya
    Libya has just marked the first anniversary of the start of the uprising that toppled Col. Muammar Gaddafi's four-decade rule. But as Libya celebrates a new era free of the Gaddafi regime, there are growing concerns the country's lingering divisions will tear it apart. Libya remains deeply splintered by regions and factions. More than 500 militias exist throughout the country, leading to ongoing human rights abuses that resemble those under the Gaddafi regime. We speak to Trinity College Professor Vijay Prashad. "There is a serious need to evaluate what has happened in Libya as a result not only of the Gaddafi atrocities, of the rise of a rebellion, but also significantly of the nature of the NATO intervention. And that evaluation has not happened," Prashad said. "I'm afraid that is really calling into question the use of human rights as a lubricant for intervention. If we can't go back and evaluate what has happened, I think a lot of people around the world are afraid of going forward into another intervention, where the lessons of Libya have not been learned." [includes rush transcript]
  • Spying on Campus: New York Police Caught Monitoring Muslim Student Groups Throughout Northeast
    The Associated Press has revealed the New York City Police Department monitored Muslim college students at schools throughout the Northeast, including Yale University and the University of Pennsylvania. In one case, the NYPD sent an undercover agent on a whitewater rafting trip in upstate New York, where he recorded students' names and noted in police intelligence files how many times they prayed. We speak to one of the students on the trip, Jawad Rasul. He is the only student who was under surveillance to now publicly speak out about his experience. "[This is] hurting NYPD's try and attempt at finding homegrown terrorism, because these kind of tactics actually create more hatred towards them and the other law-enforcement agencies and really destroys the trust that any youth might have developed with the government," Rasul said. We're also joined by Mongi Dhaouadi, executive director of the Connecticut chapter of Council on American-Islamic Relations, which is calling for a state probe into the spying on Muslims. [includes rush transcript]
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Poetry - Poetry

The Collected Poetry 

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In the land of Unknown (2007)

 

In the land of Unknown,

Life is short and death is unknown.

 

There is love and hate,

Like and dislike.

 

In this land,

Friendships are vital.

Love can be anything

 

 


 

 

Questions

 

 

 

Why are diamonds so rare and precious,

is it a trick of the sunlight?

Which one is the angel

that has the curse to turn into a nocturnal wolf?

How do stars sing

if they can’t speak?

Tell me now, can you sit on a cloud

or will you fall off like an injured bird?

Where is the star

which only you can see at daytime?

Are warlords ever peaceful

or will they fight until Aries dies?

Why are we alive

or does it really matter?

Can you tell what I am thinking

or is it a machine?

Why do you ask all those questions

when you already know the answers?

You are the diamond, the angel, the injured

bird, the star, the war god, the machine, and you.

 


 

 

Check out the video from the Watershed Poetry festival with Grace Grafton and Robert Hass . . .  

 

  


 

 

Questions (version 2)

AN: I believe this was written in the 4th grade. I did do some minor grammatical edits though.

Why are diamonds so rare and precious,

Is it a trick of the sunlight?

Which one is the angel

That has the curse to turn into a nocturnal wolf?

How do stars sing

If they can’t speak?

Tell me now, can you sit on a cloud

Or will you fall off like an injured bird?

Where is the star

Which you can only see at daytime?

Are warlords ever peaceful

Or will they fight until Aries dies?

Why are we alive

Or does it really matter?

Can you tell what I am thinking

Or is it a machine?

Why do you ask all those questions

When you already know the answers?

You are the diamond, the angel, the injured

 Bird, the star, the war god, the machine, and you.

  


 

Haiku (2010)

Like a thunderstorm

Anger overwhelms us all

Freeing our control

 


 

 

Open Poem - Fairies

 

When midnight comes,

And not a soul is awake

The fairies come,

To bless the land.

They dance

And sing

All night long

But when Morning

Comes once again

They have disappeared once more!

 


 

 

Diamond Poems (2010)

 

Wealth

Luxury, pleasre

Gambling, spending, relaxing

Money, power, troubles, complications

Struggling, working, saving

Discomfort, pain

Poverty

 

Sadness

Tragedy, anger

Crying, wailing, screaming

Emotion, understanding, fortune, possessions

Smiling, caring, loving

Laughter, joy

Happiness

 


 

Funny Poems (2010)

 

1. At a farm, I saw turnips grow towards the sky

and wheat growing towards the Earth's core.

 

2. One day, I heard the mute man speak.

Then I saw the deaf man yell, "I HEARD YOU!!"

 

3. I felt kind of sweaty, so I went to the Sun!

It was cold there; I went to Neptune and felt warmer already!

 


 

Acrostic Poem (2010)

 

Zippy, I have to think and move faster.

Oh, it's because of my dream of happiness.

Riches don't matter as much as my hopes.

As a human, I wish I was better.

 

Rubbing my flaws like an itchy rash, it's a habit.

Ok, it's a really bad habit.

Somethimes, I feel really bored and that's not me.

Exciting is more of my kind of thing.

Nope, I can be quite a bore.

But I like to draw and tell plenty of jikes.

Everything is good, but it could be better.

Riches and fame are always below my well being.

Good luck to you and good luck to myself!

 


 

Limerick (2010)

 

I once met a girl from space.

Every day she would go insane.

But whenever she did she became generous.

So the people of Earth had a golden age.

Because of that strange girl from space! 

 


 

 

Two Simile and Metaphor Short Poems (2010)

 

METAPHOR

 

FIRE
is all of our emottion.

Warming up our hearts.

 

TIME

is a child

always waiting,

always willing

to put up with life.

 

SIMILE

 

My friend

is like a cat

Who watches every passerby

Showing her friendly side

 

Homework

Is like a baked cookie.

The harder you work on it

The better your grade is

and the better the cookie tastes.

 


 

10-Line Metaphor Poem - EMOTIONS (2010)

 

Emotions

are cheetahs

Dashing,

dashing through the prairie of life

As we walk through that field,

The cheetahs go past us

Our moods begin to change

as we run through that prairie of life

Oh emotions how you make us,

so much less loonely on our joourney through life. 

 


 

 

Couplet Poems (2010)

 

1. Even though they are not nutritious

Cookies can be very delicious.

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2. Picking berries can be quite weary

Maybe I should eat a freshly picked strawberry.

 


 

Quatrain Poem - Red Rose (2010)

 

Red petals stick together

To create a flower called a rose

They seem like they will be there forever

But maybe they will wilt tomorrow, who knows?

 


 

 

What Bugs Me Poem (2010)

 

When I have to go through the end of school hungry

When I have to wait because I have to pick up my brother

When I eat a lot and don't want any dinner

When my parents tell me to do my homework

When my brother won't let me use the computer

When I tell my parents, and they take his side

When I have to go to bed and my brother's still on the computer

When I can't sleep because it's so noisy

When I wake up and get dragged to school

When I have to read this poem to you.

 


 

 

Oh, Beauty, Oh, Beauty, Why, Why, Why?

 

Why do you never be seen? Why?

Why? Why? You have a rainbow face.

You got your face from rainbows, the

places, and things. You give your beauty or

handsomeness to children. You play

 the harp and the mandolin. You listen

to pretty bird chirps. You eat cantaloupe,

watermelon, and drink fresh water.

You wear a colorful coat but nobody knows

what’s behind the coat, and you wear blinding shoes.

You came from Imagine country.

 

 


 

  

The Land of Love and Death

 

 

When late at night

I’ll go to Harpatha

By riding a ghost bird.

I’ll go to Harpatha

And see the trees and hills.

I’ll go to Harpatha

And see the ghosts cry and smile.

I’ll go to Harpatha

To see beautiful women play a musical thing.

I’ll go to Harpatha

A woman dies, her lover goes with her.

I said I would go for such a

Long time…

Now I am there.

I see the artwork and

See the love and death.

They call it two names.

Harpatha

And the Land of Love and Death.

 


 

 

Anna-Marie

It’s a Thursday today.

Didn’t you notice?

Or were you too busy preparing yourself

For the horrors your boyfriend’s going to show you?

It’s my birthday today.

Don’t you care?

Or were you too busy getting over

The weed you just smoked?

I’ve been looking at you.

Didn’t you observe?

Or were you too busy screaming about

The fact you wanted to do what you wanted?

I’m sorry.

Is that good enough for you?

If not, I don’t know what is.

Can’t you tell?

It’s all faded away.

Just like what we used to have.

I’m crying right in front you.

Don’t you realize it?

Or are you too busy pitying over what has been done?

I’m sorry Anna-Marie!

Will that ever be enough?

I wasn’t’ able to protect you like we promised.

But aren’t you becoming just like them?

I hate that I can’t be close to you.

I hate that I took you for granted.

So I’m sorry!

Just tell me, is that good enough for you?

Am Igood enough for you?

Or do you need the weed, the controlling boyfriend?

Can youget over the past?

Or do you need to forget that I even existed?

You walk away with your “new friends”.

Without acknowledging my silent pleas.

Weren’t we all happy back then?

Your smile use to be so bright back then…

Why aren’t we able to help you?

Is it because you hate us?

Why aren’t I able to support you?

Is it because of your fear?

The falseness in your aura.

I know right away that you’re faking.

But you lie away, not knowing, or caring that I’m there.

Are you trying to prove something?

I wonder what it is?

Can’t I just talk to you?

You glare at me.

“Let me talk to the sk—k. Wait for me, will ya?”

You literally spit the words.

Dragging me over to a corner, what to do?

“I’m so sorry! Anna-Marie, will you forgive me?”

You pull me close with a forceful hint.

And whisper in my ear:

“I was waiting for those words you know!”

 


 

 

Fear

 

Feet.

(They cause the hardwood floors to creak.)

Yet somehow, it wakes up no one,

(Or do they? The owner of the feet does not know.)

A heavy breath, comes from tired lips.

(Trudging to the usual spot at 12:25 in the morning.)

Wishing this didn’t exist. That happiness felt reachable.

(But is that wish just a mask to hide this fear?)

Noises coming from the old heater.

(The person shudders, a familiar feeling overwhelms both mind and soul.)

“C’mon, breathe, breathe. Calm down.” Heavy scared breaths, heart beats going at a fast pace.

(The fear of something that has and could happen. Yet no on understands that fear always exists.)

“Nothing’s gonna happen. Nothing’s gonna happen.”

(Denial is on use at this point. It’ll only get worse.)

Looking at a reflection with worn eyes.

(The reflection does not feel like their own.)

A painful, fear-stricken look on both faces.

(“Is that…me?”)

Taking motrin for a made up stomachache.

(It won’t make anyone feel better.)

Standing right in the doorway.

(Trying to fight a useless struggle.)

Thinking of all that could be.

(Murder, kidnapping, rape.)

And it takes over.

(And it takes over.)

As the door is open and the sin is committed.

(In a cycle that is almost impossible to stop.)

 


 

 

How to write a Love Poem

 

Okay, okay!

Hey, hey!

You!

Yeah you!

Want me to teach you something?

It’ll be real interesting!

Come on! Come on!

This day’s gonna be fun!

What am I gonna teach you?

Of course you want to know!

Because I’m gonna teach you!

How to write a love poem!

When? Right now of course!

“Roses are red

Violets are blue

And oh God no!

Not you too!”

Why are you looking at me like that?

I’m just telling you what not to do!

Even though the way I made it seem,

Was actually pretty cool!

So the first step of this plan,

Is to have that special someone in your head.

Oh dear god! I didn’t mean in bed!

And write out all your feelings, see?

And the one who’ll read it over is the one and only me!

Next you go ahead, and do what I say!

Don’t worry about it, and don’t you dare say “Hey!”

Next happy old step,

Is to give your mind some pep!

All you have to do

Is lift your confidence up! Oh, don’t go and boo!

Next, let’s do the editing.

Hurry it up! I have no time for complaining!

After that you meet up!

Be brave and step up to the beat!

Then after that

You go straight for the bat,

And hit a home run!

“Sometimes I wonder why I ever took that advice from that homeless nun.”

“I don’t know, but wecertainly hit a home run.”

 

 


 

Love

AN: Written in the second grade.

 

Love is a goddess.

She lives everywhere I go.

Love wears an angel dress.

She likes red, pink, and white.

Love says, “Would you like anything to eat or drink? Hurry a dolphin!”

Love hates hate.

Love loves to play the sitar.

Love is friends with anything joyful.

Love is a good spirit.

Wherever you go, Love is always there for you.

 

 


 

 

Winter

AN: A recent one here (November). This is for a contest, I wanted to put it here as well. It is slightly edited for the portfolio.

Winter snow falling

She can see it through the window

Remembering things from long ago

As she sees the white flakes

She’s taller now—but still short

She’s more mature now—but still looks like a child

She has changed very little—but those changes were for the better

There’s one big thing that changed in her life

The person next to her—his smile bright

He’s holding her hand—her cold to his warm

She leans on his shoulder

He pretends to look at the scene in the window

But instead looks at the person beside him

He remembers the days when dreams were still dreams

Unsure if he misses, them, he turns to her

He decides he likes the present more

He’s taller now—taller than her father

He’s more mature now—gotten past his doubt

There’s one big thing that changed in his life

The person next to him—her smile bright

She’s holding his hand—his cold to her warm

He kisses her on the cheek

“I love you.”

“I know you do.”

 

 


 

 

Questions- Revisited

AN: The revisited part was written this year (8th), so it’ll be different from four years ago.

Why are diamonds so rare and precious,

is it a trick of the sunlight?

After all, it’s just a rock. But everyone wants it.

Why oh why?

Which one is the angel

that has the curse to turn into a nocturnal wolf?

Is it just a legend we speak of with honeyed words,

Or perhaps the curse truly is a blessing in disguise?

How do stars sing

if they can’t speak?

Who can even know anymore, when stars are so far away?

The hope’s all gone anyway.

Tell me now, can you sit on a cloud

or will you fall off like an injured bird?

Well, both mind and pride are injured, and dreams are shattered.

So let me tell you that it doesn’t matter.

Where is the star

which you can only see at daytime?

Isn’t that the sun? It’s oh-so-obvious!

But if not, then you are a true fool, as was I.

Are warlords ever peaceful

or will they fight until Aries dies?

Still believing in Greek Mythology?

And what is this, a trick question? Because I don’t care!

Why are we alive

or does it really matter?

Why should it?

We’re just gonna die anyway….

Can you tell what I am thinking

or is it a machine?

Of course it’s the machine!

Reality is that people can’t read minds!

Why do you ask all those questions

when you already know the answers?

Because you feign knowledge for attention and praise,

just like everyone else.

You are the diamond, the angel, the injured

 bird, the star, the war god, the machine, and you.

How come you can be so many things,

When I am the one and only me?

 



 

So Heavenly You

 

Stop looking at me with those eyes of yours!

All that sadness is going to make me cry!

Don’t give me that silent ‘I’m sorry!’!

I want to know if your acting skills have improved!

“Hey Ann-M! Wanna go up high tonight?”

He thinks his voice is sooo alluring!

What a jack-ss, doesn’t he know who I am?!

“Hey cutie, wanna ride with us tonight?”

F—k, probably didn’t know wrong from right either.

Sometimes I think I’m too smart for the world.

But maybe that’s just between you and me.

Oh shut up!

If you’re gonna say something, just say it!

Don’t give me that ‘Anna-Marie’ look!

I’m no child! You should know!

I smile and say “Yes”, knowing that buzz is gonna knock me off my socks again.

S—t! Am I getting high before I smoked!

Maybe it’s cause you’re around.

Cause all I wanted was for you and me to be brave.

But now you want us both to back down, why?!

“I knocked him down Anna-Marie! You call the cops, I’ll wait here!”

“Huh? No…don’t worry, I can keep watch! You’ve always been the faster runner!”

“But-”

“Just go!”

Why blame yourself when I was the ignorant fool?

Don’t pity me when you’ve been trying to do it all!

Just let it go, and maybe I’ll forgive you!

A harshness I had already given up.

“Let me talk to the sk—k. Wait for me, will ya?”

You widen at the person I have become, or have always been.

For me, as a thing of this wide earth, I want to do something.

And then I decided, that I would rather be brave than cowardly.

I pulled you over, trying to control something I’ve been trying to hide.

“I’m so sorry! Anna-Marie, will you forgive me?”

It took me so much not to laugh, to just give all that I’ve been working on.

Pulling you close, hoping I can perhaps be brave.

“I was waiting for those words you know!”

Walking away, I breathed out.

“Sorry, but I’m gonna skip out this time.”

Whether you figure it out now.

Or perhaps never.

To have you realize the truth behind those words.

For so heavenly you to be with so cowardly me.

It can probably only be a wistful dream.

 

 


 

 

The Flight

 

La la la la la~

Aren’t you satisfied?

I’ve been you canary

All this time

Won’t you let me free?

I want to see the world

Regardless of

My frail body

I was a happy poor girl

Why did you take that away from me?

You, with your cold smile

You haunt me in my sleep

Now, I can’t sing

Your presence cracked my voice

Now, I can’t eat

Your hands squeezed my insides

I see you now

A lighter in your hand

“Let me show you the hell of my heart.”

I don’t even scream

As I am embraced by the flames

I see you absorbing them

And I am glad

Because I’d rather die without you

 

 

 

You May Be Ahead of Me

 

 

You may be ahead of me

In all those "grown up" things

But here's the truth

Nice and simple

I'm way ahead of you

Both mentally

And maybe

You'll stop being petty

With the over sensitivity

And the secrets

And the lies

Cause all I

Really did

Want was

For that

Unreachable

Happiness to finally

Reveal itself so perhaps

I can find my own very much

Perfect world

 

 


 Daddy's Girl

 

I'm actually pretty curious

Of how old you're going to be

Why?

Because I want to see you grow older

Leaning on you, reading with you.

Those are things I do with you

Because I know one little thing

Is that I know I'll always be

A Daddy's little girl.

 

 

 


 

The Strange Reality Of A Holiday

 

The strange reality of a holiday

Did you say it to me while we were shopping for Mom's present?

Yet we're buying something, you, me, and Xavey.

I wonder why

I could think of a gift for her, but for you?

I have no idea

So here I am again

Computer by my side

So I can give you a gift

That's never leave your side

Perhaps it's not that great

But I hope it's at least okay

So a happy merry Christmas!

And appreciate being where you are!

Remember that you are cherished,

So even when you're feeling low,

You can get back up again!

 

~Merry Christmas Dad~

 


 

 

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