The name is Bryan... Wear it out all you want. :P I am crazy, eccentric, and an enigma even to myself. I am an activist and member of the ISO (International Socialist Organization) as well as The Coalition to End Rape Culture at Umass. I am a certified rape crisis counselor and an educator advocate at the Center for Women and Community. I am interested in psychology and want to get into some sort of human services field. Some of my hobbies are drawing, writing poetry, rapping, doing spoken word, making jewelry and performing. I do lots of meditation. I have an interesting set of beliefs mixing Marxism, Buddhism, Taoism, and Atheism. I enjoy listening to political talks and Dharma talks. I also burn a lot of fucking incense! If you want to know anything else about me, just ask! :]

http://www.facebook.com/JesterTheArtist

Check out my songs here:
http://soundcloud.com/jestertheartist


Music: I am a fan of old hip hop and underground hip hop. I love punk, rock, ska, jazz, blues, soul, motown, funk, reggae, metal, folk. I am very picky about country music. I like Johnny Cash and country music from the 1920's. I like music from Latin America such as Bomba music. I also like music from the East and Middle East. I like Buddhist chanting and singing bowls. I like tribal music too. I also like chain gang prison songs. They are so raw and emotional with the simple singing and rhythmic banging of hammers. I just love music!

Books: I enjoy political non fiction mostly. I also enjoy books on Taoism, Buddhism, and eastern philosophies even though I am not really religious. I love poetry as well: Plath, Poe, Ginsberg, Rumi, Kerouac, Jim Morrison's written poetry, Bukowski, Whitman, Chaucer, Saul Williams, Shakespeare's sonnets, Thoreau, William S. Burroughs, Neal Cassady, Mark Twain, Charles Baudelaire

Above all else, be yourself. Don't try to impress people. It leads to exaggerations of who you are. That exaggeration won't last. You have nothing to prove, other than that you are a perfectly flawed individual who is awesome in your own ways and fucked up in your own ways too. Lets remove our masks... I am not here to impress any of you, and if you want to impress me do so by not being ashamed of your flaws. I see beauty in all of our uglies and the strength it gives us all to be beautiful even with our demons. What is beauty without the ugliness? If we are friends, I will make you happy. If we are friends, I will drop the ball and upset you.... Perfectly imperfect.... fucked up and beautiful....


My Songs:

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Memoirs of a Madman Volume 2




Memoirs of a Madman Volume 1

Emancipation Theses

shitmystudentswrite:

martin luther freed the slaves with his ‘i have a dream speech’.

Me at the Justice For Trayvon Martin rally. 

Me at the Justice For Trayvon Martin rally. 

My latest song!

I always seem to give my day to the night before 

Insomniac that drowns in my head and can’t swim to shore

Gears move too fast and the thoughts never stop or slow 

I am so fucked up and lost so when I talk it shows 

The brain is chaos that plays boss and takes control 

I might recluse into my mind with no better place to go

If I open up the caskets in my life with pain exposed 

Would you step inside and say you know 

Would you understand and take my hand or let it go

Feast on food for thought at every fork in the road 

Map was written in invisible ink so I just guess the path 

Add up all my flaws and then forget the math 

Count my losses and then subtract 

What I thought I knew about living

Nothing can be planned in this ugly beautiful existence 

When did my worth get reduced to an art exhibit 

But either way I am glad you took the time to visit 

If I spelled out my mind would you try to listen 

Imply my thoughts with the look in my eyes drifting

When redundancy becomes lullaby and you see me slipping

Into a trance before I write and you say I am gifted 

But the gift is more of a curse 

At my worst I die to be alive or at least shake the vision

Away from my eyes when I have to be a witness

To the ongoing death inside my living

The eulogy of a zombie who is dead alive

Walk like a freak on the street at night

Tell you that I am just another sheep dead inside

Count them in your bed when they herd and multiply 

Kiss me goodbye and rest your tired eyes 

Rock-a-bye baby crazy and the cradle is a grave

The noose becomes a halo in heaven when we find our place

Or is this another snapshot of hell and we fell from grace 

Snuggle the sorrow

I will see you when we are awake 

And we can repeat the act tomorrow
We can fire the cast scrap the film but keep the plot 

Inebriate the pages in the sloppy script we got 

Our half empty glasses leave me half cocked

But I wont ask for more

I always seem to give my day to the night before 

Insomniac that drowns in my head and can’t swim to shore

Gears move too fast and the thoughts never stop or slow 

I am so fucked up and lost so when I talk it shows 

The brain is chaos that plays boss and takes control 

I might recluse into my mind with no better place to go

If I open up the caskets in my life with pain exposed 

Would you step inside and say you know 

Would you understand and take my hand or let it go

Feast on food for thought at every fork in the road 

Map was written in invisible ink so I just guess the path 

Add up all my flaws and then forget the math 

Count my losses and then subtract 

What I thought I knew about living

Nothing can be planned in this ugly beautiful existence 

When did my worth get reduced to an art exhibit

But either way I am just glad you took the time to visit 

I was blown away by the Justice For Trayvon rally today in Northampton. Despite being called at last moment the turnout was huge. It was not only more than I expected but more than I had hoped for. I am incredibly proud of all the people who turned out and made some noise. I am honored that I was able to stand with such beautiful fighting spirited people and protest the horrible racist injustice committed all over this country which is supposedly the land of the free. This is not just about Trayvon Martin. This is about the endless number of people of color brutalized and killed everyday all over this country. This is about a criminal justice system that excuses murders done by police as long as the one murdered was a person of color. From Emmett Till to Trayvon Martin it is the same shit and just a different decade. I want to thank all the people who came out this evening to show support and all those who got up and spoke. Solidarity! This is far from over! 

I was blown away by the Justice For Trayvon rally today in Northampton. Despite being called at last moment the turnout was huge. It was not only more than I expected but more than I had hoped for. I am incredibly proud of all the people who turned out and made some noise. I am honored that I was able to stand with such beautiful fighting spirited people and protest the horrible racist injustice committed all over this country which is supposedly the land of the free. This is not just about Trayvon Martin. This is about the endless number of people of color brutalized and killed everyday all over this country. This is about a criminal justice system that excuses murders done by police as long as the one murdered was a person of color. From Emmett Till to Trayvon Martin it is the same shit and just a different decade. I want to thank all the people who came out this evening to show support and all those who got up and spoke. Solidarity! This is far from over! R.I.P.

I saw this photo posted on the Women’s Rights News facebook page and decided I would share it will y’all. 

I saw this photo posted on the Women’s Rights News facebook page and decided I would share it will y’all. 

I have stayed up way too late on this thing. Time to try to get some sleep. Farewell my awesome followers. :P By the way can somebody explain to me what the hell RSS is? I know I am exposing my ignorance. haha 

Trigger Warning:
Good article even though I prefer the word survivor instead of victim. 


Speak up. Speak out. Stop the violence. 

Speak up. Speak out. Stop the violence. 

One Trick Pegasus (For those who wanted to see my poetry)

One of my most recent ones. Not my best, but the first one I came across. lol I hope you enjoy it. 

Lay there and taste the hollow night air

Wake up from the dream and plagiarize the nightmare

Write it all down and make you question how I find my words

Stumble over luck fall down on the ground and kiss the curb

I bribe a wolf in sheep attire angel incognito demon

Who dictates poetry into my mind in a never ending sequence

Feel my weakness when I speak it 

It is all I have to offer 

Words of a zombie postmortem testimony 

Only about love and being bonkers

The one trick pony 

Pretending to be a pegasus 

Take flight in my mind 

And act like life is what I say it is

Instead of the repetitive 

Sedative ingested testament 

Of the time I spent dead again 

Tried my best to send my loving sentiment 

I meant to transcend the mess I’m in

And test the grin on every head it rests in

Bluff call its integrity and infect it with my pestilence

I doubt I can be the frown’s cure 

I might take your smile and bend it downward 

I am sorry and you can dance around my apologetic demeanor

Smoke ring around the wilted rosie and assassinate the leader

When you light up love and puff it all the way down to your fingers

Shit I can come in and love you like the black plague 

Until you question the way you wrote our story inside of a heart shape

Scratched into the trunk of a rotting tree standing in a forest fire 

Where the sanctuary of our love making turns into a funeral pyre

I am like a little Jim Morrison mixed with the angst of Sylvia Plath

Take my head out of the oven and smile at my fans 

With the pain of Kurt Cobain plotting final plans

But if I had a shotgun to my face with shaky hands

Would it be able to see it through all my makeshift masks 

Maybe one day I can step outside of the target and get a little smarter

Will I exit life from age and natural causes or go out like a rockstar 

With a carcass stapled to all the copies of my lost art 

I am not really planning death I am just posing the question

So don’t you all get worried before I even finish my sentence 

This is spring cleaning sweeping scars out from under the rug

Is it my fault that most my idles died from suicide or drugs

At least I have never been one to follow the leader 

And I would hate to make a cliche out of all my bleeding

But no matter how it ends when my saga meets a closure

Don’t mourn me when I am gone

Celebrate the times we had then accept it when it’s over 

REPORT THESE SICK SEXIST MISOGYNIST BIGOTS! (feminazis-go-die)

femocracy:

lionessclub:

Please report tumblr user feminazis-go-die, they’re reblogging feminists posts to threaten to rape them and throw around gendered slurs

FYI. 

UGH!!!!! 
http://www.feminazis-go-die.tumblr.com/ 

(Source: dwightkschrute3)