Jacob Singer
Apr 2, 2010

It is 1969

A man set himself on fire today
To protest the war

My cigarette sympathizes with him,
its ashes like burnt out snowflakes

Falling
Dissolving
in a puddle of rainwater
Going home

I am a man: little do I last
and the night is enormous.
But I look up:
the stars write.
Unknowing I understand:
I too am written,
and at this very moment
someone spells me out.

Conner Dixon
Conner Dixon
Dec 9, 2013

Brothers to the end
A friendship which is die for
And so gladly defend.

Brotherhood
Henry Rodriguez
Jun 17, 2013

Brotherhood

The one who loves,

The one who cares,

The one who of others thinks of,

The one who has others needs before theirs,

The one who is wise,

The one who is brave,

The one who really tries,

The one whose heart you gave,

The one who is thoughtful,

one way or another,

The one who I find delightful,

My one and only brother!

Brotherhood
Henry Rodriguez
Jun 17, 2013

Brotherhood

The one who loves,

The one who cares,

The one who of others thinks of,

The one who has others needs before theirs,

The one who is wise,

The one who is brave,

The one who really tries,

The one whose heart you gave,

The one who is thoughtful,

one way or another,

The one who I find delightful,

My one and only brother!

Fought for our brotherhood, it’s what we are,
Himal
Himal
Nov 16, 2013

Hand in hand, we will stand together now,
They thought that we wouldn’t make it this far,
They were right; we should’ve stood down, but how?
Fought for our brotherhood, it’s what we are,
We go down; we go down with each other,
Down to battle on the field to the war
Work hard and play hard on the earth mother
Other team look at us and gaze in awe
My true brothers, my friends will stand by me,
Betrayal is the path of a loser
I’ll take the last stand and you’ll never see,
Smooth on this land we are, battle cruiser
As we just fight over nothing but pride,
In the Earth is where we will soon reside.

Henrik Riise-Hanssen
Apr 16, 2013      Apr 19, 2013

We serve the one that is the father of sithis and the void
The master of what isnt and what is change.
For his dark embrace and loving shadows will keep me hidden
My warmth will come from his dead kiss
My life in service
For the Dread Father

She knows it all
She always know
And we do her biddings
She is the head of our body
We are the listener and four speakers
We are the thumb and fingers of her Black Hand
We serve you
Dear Night Mother

Our brothers and sisters
we are one
In the cloud of the fathers embrace
And in the time we all go to him
Brothers and sisters
What is the color of the night?
Sanguine, my brother
We are one

as the brotherhood of man is in revival.
George Krokos
Nov 5, 2010

In that land somewhere of our dreams
all is to be found right therein it seems
where there isn’t a struggle for survival
as the brotherhood of man is in revival.

We help each other and have no real fear
our hope is occassioned with good cheer.
Whatever we think, do or therefore say
is imbued with love and lights the way.

We have all arrived at that promised land
and must work together as a united band;
giving and sharing of the good we all can
while upholding this brotherhood of man.

Non-violence is one of the rules we live by
the essence of love we maintain and glorify.
We all live as one in both our heart and mind
and express those feelings of a universal kind.

There are no problems that we can’t resolve
as all our life around love does here revolve.
In living by the truth we are becoming free
and in this condition enjoy the grace to see

All that exists in the world can be seen anew
which is an affirmation of scripture and true.
Our life now is filled with bliss as it once began
in this state of knowing the brotherhood of man.

We do not therefore seek to get the better of each other
but accomplish all that we need to helping one another.
Being free from any unnatural cares our lives are whole
and all that ever happens a joyful experience of the soul.

Awake to intuition we have to realise our ultimate potential
and so everything bears the stamp of some divine credential.
In being as we are then our years extend for a long span
as we all live in accordance with the brotherhood of man.

Private Collection - written in 1997
Brotherhood is solid and fierce, if aggressive and
mybarefootdrive
mybarefootdrive
Oct 14, 2012

Some men who crack sexist misogynistic jokes about women assume I am on their side.
After all I am a man and us men stick together, right?!
Brotherhood is solid and fierce, if aggressive and competitive. I find it a conflict that alpha males can place me at the bottom of the hierarchy, assert their power and strength over me, push into me, laugh at me and yet these are the men I seek approval from? Surely not! But moreover I want/need to survive. It is embarrassing that most 16 year old boys can easily over power me. Men who push into me now would never have done so before.
Do they think because I am male I am any better equipped at holding my body up? The reality is if a grown man pushes into me I am using every fibre in my body to not fall down.
Does he think, 'Oh he can take it, man up.'
Or does he not think at all?

My experience of sisterhood is alarmingly grim. Where were my sisters when a guy unsolicited shouted 'Whore' at me?! They shrugged off his actions saying he was 'having a bad day?!' Where were my sisters when a 12 year old class mate could barely walk because a grown man raped her?! It is black and white. He is an adult, he has committed a serious crime. Whether she consented or not is irrelevant, she is in a child in the eyes of the law. Their response: 'She's a slag/easy'. I realise sisterhood can be stronger than this. The potential for sisterhood is massive. It saddens and angers me that women need protecting from men.

Sometimes in the wake of crimes committed I am downright fucking ashamed and appalled to be a man.
Sometimes I want to stand up and say 'I am different I am not like most men'.
Sometimes I want to over power the men who over power me.
Sometimes I want to cry in a woman's arms and tell her I understand.

 
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