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  May 2021 The Young Poet
Graff1980
The revolution will not be televised,
unless it is being used to vilify,
or is being politicized
by those political guys
trying to score votes.
Any fair press will be silenced or brutalized
along with other protesters.
The leadership will be euthanized,
or demonized unless they can be
subdued quietly.

If you are under the illusion
that you can fight back physically
you must be mentally silly.
The cops got equipment
left over from the military
cause the war machine
wants to sell our government
the newest toys.

If our government has any say
they will find a way to lock away
anyone who might inspire change.
If you don’t believe me
just look and read
about Assata Shakur,
or Angela Y. Davis.

If you know or love anyone
who is out there trying to save us,
from the congressional and big business,
power hungry alliance
you better pray that they keep their defiance
just low key enough to slip the notice
of Law enforcement, or POTUS,
cause this country isn’t for us
and does not provide justice.
It is just a business that is made
to break and degrade
while the working class is enslaved.
Free PALESTINE


Everyone needs to
Support PALESTINE
And side with justice
Not Evil firing shots
Into a church where 
PALESTINIAN people are praying.
Free PALESTINE 🌹🙏🌷
  Dec 2020 The Young Poet
KDM
Love encompasses a vast array of emotions that humans can only hope to understand. But there’s this strange occurrence about you. You make me want to live, & to die; to be made into something new. Hope & understanding linger with every breath you take. In your wake, you leave beauty, & to me, a stranger who laughs at the idea of some greater force, trembles because for once I have glanced upon a being whom I wish to love.

Feelings I never knew existed have started to surface when you’re around. As if you were the tide washing truth over the shores; depositing little embers within my very soul. You have shown me the path of pain & lose, as well as the path that leads to happiness. I don’t believe it’s a coincidence that the latter path looks quite remarkably like you.

On days like today, tragedies strike, but you just smile ravishly. Sometimes it seems as if the world tries breaking you into tiny shards of yourself, but once again the world has failed. Maybe you were a concoction of the universe from the start. Resilient & strong, uncompromising & powerful, astounding & lovely. You hold the key to every desire that I have held locked away. With that sliver of metal, you’ve unlocked all that it means to exist; to live & to die.

I choose you. In a world that has turned love into a joke, I claim you as the person to walk alongside me. Through the life I have tried running from, I wish for you to be at my side. As a guide, as a partner, as the one in which I adore. You have given me a reason to become something more.
  Dec 2020 The Young Poet
Allyssa
It's almost poetic,
The way we give ourselves to others without a second thought,
Just so we could feel something,
Anything,
Other than the holes in our chests.
The aches our hearts give us,
Craving the touch of the one we want most,
To be held,
To be loved,
To be wanted.
So, we give our flesh,
To appease the longing we crave,
In hopes of quieting the demons that claw their way out at night,
Creating craters in the no-mans land we call our love.
To love freely,
To be loved freely,
Is such a beautifully terrifying thing.
Isn't it?
We offer our flesh to the ones who will take it in hopes of filling the overgrowing void in our hearts.
  Dec 2020 The Young Poet
kim
I was wondering
when I’m with you
I heard different voices
but it wasn’t from your mouth
and when I looked at you
it was in the eyes,
they’re screaming
  Nov 2020 The Young Poet
Nigel Finn
Our words have power. Our story is important. I think it's important to remember that, and I know people forget it sometimes (I certainly did), and some people don't believe it at all, but I believe that even if nobody is listening, even if there's no-one to tell your story to; it is still important.

Sometimes it's all we're left with and we have to cling to it with all our might. We're lucky enough to be main characters in a lot of other peoples stories and that's a hell of an achievement. We get the chance to influence other peoples stories,and they in turn influence even more peoples stories. Without us, everyone elses stories get shortened and there ends up being less variation in the story-telling world. If we don't add to the storytelling process then the whole world slows down.
Every single relationship we establish with someone gives them more of a story to tell. Even if you don't make a story of your own you're still a vessel for other peoples stories to travel through, and that's amazing in itself.

The tiniest detail can change everything - the memory of holding a hand, a snippet of information, recommending a favourite ice-cream, falling over in a hilarious manner - it travels through other peoples stories, and without you that story doesn't get told, or gets told at a later time by someone else, by which time the person you could've shared your story with has missed out on the chance to pass that story on to a whole host of other people. That changes the whole storytelling world. Every future chain of events in which you could have, but didn't, tell your story becomes different - there's less of a story, it's not as full as it could have been, and everyone, albeit unknowingly, suffers a little more for it.

Most of us aren't wise enough or powerful enough to be the true "wise man" that our speices name **** sapians implies, changing the world in a dramatic way in one fell swoop with a single action or in the course of our lifetime, but we're certainly capable of being pans narrans (story-telling apes) and injecting a bit more variety in the lives of others. I can't think of a better reason to exist other than mattering so much that the whole future of the world becomes less varied, and slightly less impressive, if we simply cease to be.

Every moment of joy, every moment of anger, rage, suffering, jealousy, euphoria and even numbness contributes to the stories we end up telling other people, even if we're not talking about those moments specifically. We learn from them, we change because of them, and the stories we tell evolve with each new experience.

You don't even need to write yourself, sooner or later, somewhere down the line, someone will write something that never would have been written if you had not existed, and their work will be all the more glorious for the stories you helped to pass on. You are literally part of a bunch of great works yet to be written. You are a poem. You are a play. You are the beginning, middle and end of several bestselling novels. You are the first sentence in a book that grabs a publishers attention and the last in one that spawns a whole franchise. You are important and without you the whole literary world loses a masterpiece that would make a whole bunch of people feel like they weren't alone in the universe. You are their comfort as they lie awake at night with nothing but a book, and the inspiration that causes a child to believe in themselves. I can't think of anything more important than your words, your thoughts and the story you have to tell, but I know that, without them, the world never becomes as glorious as it could have been.

I love you, I know that others love you as well, and I'm certain that a part of the love that people feel for you will travel throughout the stories they tell, eventually end up in a famous book, song, or an artists brushstrokes and cause someone else to love that piece of a story you helped create.

And then they'll pass it on...
A note I wrote to a friend.
You and me should be together in love it's so beautiful been in love when times are hard times are sad but once we'll love each other we'll be forever in eternity.
True Love 💞
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