Fires in ferguson
Bridges in Brooklyn
The youth in the streets cry out in unison
Hands up
Don't shoot
A young man took twelve bullets
Because he was brown
Battered bodies on the ground
This countries streets are paved in glass
and blood
The air we breath is tear gas
And polluted by discrimination
We are connected by rage
And in this day and age
We are convicted by fear
The civil servants drive armored vehicles
The oppressed pay takes to the oppressors
Who pays for the tank that the city bought?
Who pays for the policeman's bullets?
How hard is it to live without fear of death from your own government.
ISIS is less threatening
Than the grand jury
This story keeps coming back into our history books. Trayvon Martin,
Michael brown,
Emmet till
I am no longer proud to be american
We all live in
MISsouERiY

I am
solid li
quid and g a  s.
Do not define me
because I refuse to exist
in just one state.
I have a  
crystalline structure
with unbreakable bonds yet
I     want   to crash like   receding     waves
rapidly; through the morn
and be
like o
          xy
                 g
        en
unnoticed but longed.
Watch me as I
melt–evapora t        e–con
dense.

I do not love nor I do hate,
I don’t put anything at stake,
I don’t attempt to make mistakes,
When it come to fight face to face,

Its these old lines which make win work,
May be a gift – may be a curse,
To one – it may be held assert,
To others – they mioght as well kiss the dirt,

It may be black, it may be white,
It may be wrong it may be right,
One may see all or lose their sight,
It doesn’t matter in the fight,

Cause fights all show we’re all the same,
We’d strike them hard or lose the fame,
No matter what – we feel the pain,
To stay the same is pain to train…

A
        ghost, ghoul and demon
live where my
        trust,love and happiness
used to be, their names are
        past,present and future.

Thank God for the ***** dishes;
They have tale to tell.

While other folks go hungry,
We're eating pretty well.

With home and health and happiness,
We shouldn't want to fuss;

For by this stack of evidence,
God's been very good to us.
-Anonymous

Chain me down if you will,
Bind me with false freedom.
Go ahead, cheat and call it skill.
Drive me out from my own inner kingdom;
But, you will never drive out my will.

Muscular strain bulging at mental chains.
Glitter through the Elven Gates,
Return to an inner child-like state.
Bounding limitless in God's sky-lake.

How could I compress
translate, much less express
How one single mode of thought
Could release you from the illusion
          in which you are caught.

Never let your self be bound
by who are scared to go beyond;
Who think that their way is
the only way that has been found.

I am as empty as they come
a ship with holes in its floorboards;
life seeps in and out of me, a constant balance of nothingness.
I'm aware of the input, but it slides out from underneath me
before I have a chance to bid it a proper goodbye.

I am as empty as they come
a disillusioned body suffering from disorders of the mind;
a carcass of medication packaged neatly with skin and vacant eyes.

I am as empty as they come:
An abandoned ship,
An abandoned mind,
the disillusioned eyes of the blind.

I am as empty as they come.
But I too,
was once filled to the brim
with heart-pounding vigor.
        
                                      *-lf-