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 May 2015 JAM
Mike Essig
Today a ten-year-old girl
threatened suicide at school because
a trusted uncle had molested her.

What kind of ******* world
has this become?

Police were called,
Child Services arrived,
statements were taken.
no doubt social workers
were stirred into the mix.

I am a man of the 20th Century,
just old enough to remember outrage,
to remember when too much was taboo,
to remember personal honor.

When I was a kid, this monster
was snatched from his bed
by righteous neighbors, dragged begging
to a private place beyond help
and been beaten nearly to death
by the fathers of other potential victims.

Imagine a circle of men, ordinary men,
mostly World II and Korea veterans:
insurance men, car salesmen, farmers,
store keepers, salesmen, even a lawyer
tightening the circle in the torchlight.

The monster begged, pleaded, wept,
wet himself, **** himself, whimpered.

The sheriff  watched, smiled,
and then rearrested the pervert for resisting.

Had he lived, the monster would never
have touched a little girl again in our town,
knowing that his life would be forfeit
and end abruptly and anonymously.

Probably, he would have just slunk away.

This new state of bureaucracy cares nothing
for the victims it claims to protect.
It only wants the paperwork filled out correctly.

I was 11, 1962 in a quiet sleepy town.
My father took me to see what evil brings,
the best lesson he ever taught me.

If I had been old enough I would have joined in
without so much as a twinge of regret.

You liberal ostriches can call this brutality if you like.
I call it community action, community justice.
People protecting what is there's to protect
when the official guardians just go through the motions

I miss the 20th Century. I miss justice.

  ~mce
True incident
 May 2015 JAM
Mike Essig
America The Proud**

******* parasites, ripping the cord,
bleed from your filthy *****
as you destroy the crumbling foundation,
bound by apes in suits, slinging bow ties
like ******* L.A. traffic jams.

Eat your fistful of ***** treats,
and swallow the Red, White, and Blue.
 May 2015 JAM
Valeria Remigi
OCD
 May 2015 JAM
Valeria Remigi
OCD
My Obsessive Compulsive Disorder causes me severe anxiety.

It's hard. To have it my way. It's hard. I overthink it. The images of the little things replay in my mind.
I can't seem to hide.

Why do I have this fear? Just make it all disappear. It's not reasonable yet it feels so intense.
I feel tense. I am not satisfied with my presence. I feel uncomfortable.
Why am I not content with my surroundings.

My disorder involves both obsessions and compulsions that take up lot of time and get in the way of important activities that I value.

So many mistakes that I need to fix.
So hard to perfect everything.

The line I drew isn't straight, I have to start all over.

I need to wash my hands again. It's been 5 minutes since I haven't.

Don't bite the Kit Kat, break off each stick and eat it.

The clothes in my closet should be hung up and organized by color.

My picture frame isn't hung up in the middle of the wall.

My food should not be mixed with the side dishes or I refuse to eat.

My apps aren't on the right page of my phone.
Twitter should be under social and instagram should be under photography and if it's not, it's wrong, it's all wrong!


I need to wash my hands again it's been 10 minutes since I haven't.

The tv volume should only be an even number or a multiple of five.

Why is my seatbelt twisted?
My mind is twisted.
All these errors are persistent.
So hard to resist it.

I am not leaving my house until my phone is 100%, 97% and I can't stand it (will not do. )

Mother tells me it'll be alright after i take my pills...I agree to as long as the pills are sorted by color
I dont really have OCD like intensely but I hope you like it
 May 2015 JAM
Erin Atkinson
When I was young,
           I watched you fall
taking whole pieces of the Earth that loved you too.
                                                the wind had blown
                        so hard that summer.

In your absence,
I felt heartbreak
for the first time.
                        I felt the ground slip
               from beneath me
And I understood
                                                      ­      the tops of your branches
                                                        ­    were never meant to feel
                                                            ­       such solid things
But the next summer,
the wind was still
       and a small sapling
                                  grew in your place.

You taught me how to weather the storms
and to be thankful for every leaf
that provides shade for what is underneath,
                                    and you taught me winter:
                                    how to survive the darkest months
                                    and that I will bloom again in the spring.
 May 2015 JAM
bones
Crooked tooth..
 May 2015 JAM
bones
Like a
crooked
tooth
she played
on his
mind
just
enough
to keep
him
from
smiling...
 May 2015 JAM
Erin Atkinson
I am not made of metal.
It does not take
             immeasurable strength
                                           to put       cracks       in me
I bend
                  and I
break
                                 and I
do so quite easily.

I am not ashamed of this.

                                              I will no
                                               longer
                                                allow
                                               myself
                                                to be
                                          the iron bars
                              You think guard my heart.

I will flow like river,
And sway like branches of trees.
                   I will dance,
and you will see
               I am not this unflinching thing
you have created me to be.
 May 2015 JAM
glassea
i sorta kinda want to die
but it would be a decision
that can't be undone
and i'm not good at commitment
i'm not even writing poetry anymore oops
 May 2015 JAM
Poetry by MAN
Reality isn't set in stone
My emotions live in my bones
Life's mistakes I will own
In dimensions I have grown
Pain I feel soul precise
Obtain greatest treasures through sacrifice
Do you feel me in your life?
Deep I plunge like a knife
Hmm WELCOME!!! To the hurt..
Wear my scars like a shirt
Pick yourself up from the dirt
You know what fails now find what works
Some call it Mental Alchemy
Don't need a map it all comes back to me
Eyes wide open but fail to see
Paths and patterns to our destiny
Third eye sight whatever you call it
Feel Vibrations like an Alcoholic
Multiply the good expel the toxic
Restoring the natural power down the robotic
Whoa no I'm not the only one
Many psychics roam free under the sun
Next level create it just for fun
Elevate Humanity..Human race will run
Mind's triggered thoughts explode like a bomb
Plant seeds of hope bloom long after I'm gone
Our Chapter's are short but story is long
Welcome to the Hurt from it we grow STRONG!!!
M.A.N 2-2-15 Wrote this a few months ago..an inspirational piece on how most good things in life come from hard work and sacrifice...
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