Delegate Counts

I captured the delegate counts on the Democratic Presidential nomination as of 4/11/16.

Current Delegates Clinton 1,547 59.3% Sanders 1,061. 40.7%  However in every state but Arizona, Clinton has received a higher delegate percentage than the vote she received.  The total skew of delegates is 107.  This is a subversion of the electorate going on in plain view.  If corrected to correlate with the percentage of vote to allocate delegates the race would be Clinton 1,440 55.2% and Sanders 1,168 44.8%.

Delegate Count	Percent of Vote		Winner		Percent of Delegates		Percent of Delegates Above (Below) Vote Percentage
	Clinton	Sanders			Clinton	Sanders	Clinton	Sanders	Skew of Delegate Count
Alabama	80%	20%	Clinton		84%	16%	4%	-4%	2.07
Alaska	18%	82%	Sanders		24%	76%	5%	-5%	0.88
Arizona	59%	41%	Clinton		57%	43%	-2%	2%	(1.43)
Arkansas	69%	31%	Clinton		73%	27%	4%	-4%	1.46
Colorado	41%	59%	Sanders		50%	50%	9%	-9%	7.14
Florida	66%	34%	Clinton		68%	32%	2%	-2%	4.68
Georgia	72%	28%	Clinton		74%	26%	3%	-3%	2.98
Hawaii	30%	70%	Sanders		42%	58%	12%	-12%	3.67
Idaho	21%	79%	Sanders		23%	77%	2%	-2%	0.44
Illinois	51%	49%	Clinton		57%	43%	6%	-6%	10.02
Iowa	50%	50%	Clinton		58%	42%	8%	-8%	3.93
Kansas	32%	68%	Sanders		32%	68%	0%	0%	0.03
Louisiana	75%	25%	Clinton		75%	25%	0%	0%	0.01
Maine	36%	64%	Sanders		41%	59%	6%	-6%	1.68
Massachusetts	51%	49%	Clinton		58%	42%	7%	-7%	7.72
Michigan	49%	51%	Sanders		52%	48%	3%	-3%	4.10
Minnesota	38%	62%	Sanders		47%	53%	9%	-9%	7.86
Mississippi	83%	17%	Clinton		88%	13%	4%	-4%	1.65
Missouri	50%	50%	Clinton		58%	43%	7%	-7%	5.90
Nebraska	43%	57%	Sanders		46%	54%	4%	-4%	1.00
Nevada	53%	47%	Clinton		60%	40%	7%	-7%	2.94
New Hampshire	39%	61%	Sanders		50%	50%	11%	-11%	3.42
North Carolina	57%	43%	Clinton		59%	41%	2%	-2%	2.31
Ohio	57%	43%	Clinton		60%	40%	3%	-3%	4.59
Oklahoma	44%	56%	Sanders		45%	55%	1%	-1%	0.22
South Carolina	74%	26%	Clinton		76%	24%	2%	-2%	1.15
Tennessee	67%	33%	Clinton		68%	32%	1%	-1%	1.02
Texas	66%	34%	Clinton		69%	31%	3%	-3%	6.58
Utah	20%	80%	Sanders		22%	78%	1%	-1%	0.47
Vermont	14%	86%	Sanders		15%	85%	2%	-2%	0.45
Virginia	65%	35%	Clinton		69%	31%	4%	-4%	4.50
Washington	27%	73%	Sanders		43%	57%	16%	-16%	7.05
Wisconsin	43%	57%	Sanders		47%	53%	4%	-4%	3.65
Wyoming	44%	56%	Sanders		61%	39%	17%	-17%	3.03

Tin

I used to have a place I would put my prayers to god

Like a tin of band aids, twine, and kazoos

To add or take an object as time shifted grains

The child in me associated this with his ribcage

As if I folded my palms, thumbs upright steeple pose

Eyelids descended, breath subdued in patient conference

I would rummage to speak in consort about the spider web

Of the morning that netted my nostrils as I rose from the pillow

In the sanctuary the pinchers seized penitent skin

Reserved in tow for a year, a moment of purpose to surface

Like the blow hole of the orca to flash sacredness

Bursting out of the innocuous

A street light pausing traffic to catch the gaze of a passer by

A sacramental stumble chancing the agony of bloodshed

Into a martyred moment of divine fate

That this good was to come of this bad as if mathematics applied

Or there was a beginning or an ending despite this Alpha Omega Grecian dialogue

There was that tin inside me I rummaged for markers

Of why baby teeth catapulted when or

Silence at fifteen years old from a certain physical body

Creates a suicide bomber of hormones hijacking veins

Crumpled purple ink swirly script paper notes in lockers

Mountain for Moses like indelible in memory

Crossroads of identity to trade speech

With the poster of Trent Reznor I hung on the ceiling directly over my bed

To jester the heresy face of that downward spiral

A spiritual mind wanting to know where a self was to fit in

Who is capable of getting this manuscript kept in the tin

The menagerie of scribbled interrogatories

Pecking crow-like on the metal of a necklace printed

Real love is forever

Laughter and stunt doubles Eric Draven and Brandon Lee

As if there is a place beyond this

A coming back from resembling any potency in prayer

That it was never about favors, but presence

Wanting to comprehend more of the puzzle of where do I put these tin contents

So many curves and jigs the lush and the barren hues

To see the fluid on the bandages crimson and dried blacken scat

Voodoo bone readings and tarot junkies mouth-washing with holy water

Spit rollick laughter at seeing a gutter glass shard diamond

I remember the day I quit praying

I quit asking what do you want from me, what is your will

I ceased to see myself as an employed vessel

I resigned evoking the idea that everything

I ever put or took from that tin

Was meant to be in the moment it was touched

And then let go

The very idea of a question to ask became nonsense

Why was nonsense

What next was nonsense

When will was nonsense

Who is it was nonsense

The point was to pay attention

The tin emptied was never touched again

The present moment neutered time

Love is intention to release what we are

Boundaries no longer exist

Separation cannot be

The concept of prayer would require a medium between the present moment

And some conceptual alteration in reality which one aspires to occur

The space between want and is

Illusion so of the ego breeching the pond’s surface

So it is as we breathe beyond breath  

Abrahamic

At the root of almost all historical perversions of the two dominant monotheisms on the planet: Christianity and Islam is the extrapolated anti-feminism at the core of Abrahamic patriarchy.  An Abrahamic god is masculine, the leading prophets in the theater of teachings are men.  Women are subservient and sublimated in rights and privileges in the ability to perform, participate, and lead in the power structure of the groups. 

The Crusades, the Spanish Inquisition, African slavery by humans of European descent, Imperialism using the Bible as a pacifier of rebellion, women in each of these Christian-led pursuits took an uneven burden that echoes in the Planned Parenthood shootings and legislative combat disproportionally affecting women of color in America today.  Women’s access to birth control and healthcare is the number one issue to curb population growth in the poorest populations of the Earth for our species to survive.  

The Taliban and Boko Haram are perverted hijacks of Islam where a female’s access to education, choice, power, and her body are prohibited, stolen, and mangled in the mashing maw of a patriarchal beast.  If the world can focus on one thing to stop this type of violence it is to understand what feminism is, how men raise sons to be feminists and to understand the importance of shifting towards matriarchal principles of empathy, equality, and growth over the patriarchal systems of consolidating power, violence, and ownership.  

https://www.washingtonpost.com/world/africa/they-were-freed-from-boko-harams-rape-camps-but-their-nightmare-isnt-over/2016/04/03/dbf2aab0-e54f-11e5-a9ce-681055c7a05f_story.html

Pond

The pond is a billowing spittoon of churning sediment

First three months winter into spring
Upheaval, the agitating pollen

Forcing one to grow

Car wreck totaled, shivering after midnight

Driver ran a red light back mangled tightness

Dental implants failing, surgeon will not return calls

Not covered by insurance, memories of childhood

Lumber to face, a bicycle, movement, quiet 

Lost job; blindsided in corporate restructuring

Apologies and letters, severance and mortgage

Owner thinks he can make more money

Rewriting resume for the seventh position in fifteen years

Lover pushed away because one is not sure how to be a person

Or if one can be what one wishes to feel and does not

Trying to lay a pillow down the way others never afforded

Bill for solar panels coming due in September

State is broken oil prices down

Not sure if the promised credit will come  

Payments, dancing voltaic arrays of wonder sun

Brother’s family from out of country invited to live for two months

See a toddler niece turn two, a couple navigate the waters

Tempting an introvert to find balance as the tumultuous undulation

Rocks the bow to center a buzzing cauldron of identity’s uncertain tattoo

Daughter verbalized her extrication

Eleven years and she would rather us share dinner over in the town she knows better

Than to spend an entire weekend in the city where her father lives

Squishing ego and love and time and proportions into a capsule of sublimation

Former spouse arranges black-op cell-phone grandparent pickup

Child is gone, no returned phone calls, texts, letter, emails

Daughter like her mother will not respond

Mangled mouth attempting discussion with ears

So long ago took to the pen and keyboard

Echoing into the pond to at least be self interpreted

A mirror image of empathy on the ceiling of the lake

Words coming back as if this was a conversation

Dirt flares in pinched nerves and a scattered budget of time

The mind’s attention between varied exercises in survival

Biological vehicle to drive, currency to finance sustenance and shelter

Love of adult partnership; love of genetic continuation

Filaments and drivel scud floating in a lukewarm bath

Tepid as anxiety and the formality of survival

Of wanting to be alive, to untangle this fishing line

Wrapping logs and car tires

Murk blood the wanting and not wanting

The proactive war of volition to choose, to be, to say

This is what one wants; this is who I am and wish to be

With time, with love, within the auspices of what one can control

Praying to the universe and practicing yoga of love, yoga of body

Yoga of freeing the labyrinth of the mind from rat pellet fixations

Of what if or the scale of relative heaviness from Sudan’s Lost Boys

To this roux of aborted fetuses, breathing children who have no Emoji to offer

Of first world privilege imbibing an atheist’s yolk

To swallow this is it; the taste, the hollow menu

Of alone for decades ciphering language and pheromones

In an equilibrium of alien under this surface quagmire

Hoping this sediment will settle in an hour glass of awakening

That signals conduct, “Let go, release want in all forms and with it suffering”

To be incapable of argument, of request for the love of a wife or daughter or friend

Or a predictable foundation of sustainability; strip the lot to the moment

Be in this now and focus in the darkness, in the wallow quiet hum

Be in the swirl murk, attention to the array of the tempest not the settled aftermath

For this is death, the truncation of the vehicle, the ordered apocalypse of story written

Be in the author’s process, be in the act of creation, be art

Love is only alive in motion; there is not past or future tense or the vivacious instant act

The scum is beautiful ugliness smearing cheeks and puffing lips to breathe under pageant waters 

Grime is purpose and so it is eviscerate this idea of need, cull the wicked requirement

In such nudity time is unleashed from shackles… and yet love, oh love

One cannot help but be love, so it is the nature of need of understanding in all epiphanies

The interconnection of all things, so it is I miss my child and

A tender to my heart and a garden to till, so it is I yet plant, I yet plant. 

Sunstruck

We are all electrons in need of a nucleus to balance the charge. 

Flickers and a digestion that I have had but seconds, 

which in time’s dilation feel even more the distorted lot.  

Let us be suns together and burn the skies 

Melting time into a dilated salve dissipating 

So that these moments entwined are like that inside of a black hole 

Elongated in memory even if but minute in other’s perception, 

To us in this we have found eternity.  

The rest will flick into a blinking mouse of relativity, 

A pocket of temporal meaning, a juxtaposition of preciousness in this portal of suns dancing.  

Be this with me, let us find each other eclipsed by the fury of hearts gone nuclear.    

Tolerance

What the human mind can tolerate, Accept

Is a function of release:

Routines, substantive mechanisms of familiarity

Words difficult to pronounce

Concepts one believed one understood

And in the moment of intersection

Grasp on exactly what reality is

Or is mandated to be

Fizzles into a blur of taste buds fumbling

To recognize the present moment

The pillars of family, friends, employed position

Conception of god shake in the awesome notion

Of not going to be any longer

Beloved anchor to attach the mind to the fabric of reality

Dissolves so as to befuddle the notion of quarks and atoms

Creating space for the basis of perception

To bear a parting to mark room

That this person no longer represents love

Conveys love, offers love, yet still is love

This person who was like the affixed vertical reciprocating ladder line

Across rung to DNA vibrating into existence is now detached

The basis of being is in the release

How one understands climbing or standing or breathing

Or any of the building block rituals of identity

To leverage words like wife, daughter, brother, husband

Letting go to be in that space

The opening compassionate reliance obliterated provides

One can live without anything

The will to survive is not measured in coffee spoons of grain to lip

But in the exhalation

The ability to eat the beautiful seed, have the field grow fallow

The field grow to poison, rancid and a paste of ignominy smeared cross lips

To stare into a sun of circling ravens and smile

For one is being in the heated cool

One is the morning’s dew rising and evaporating into everything