#jesuischarlie
Drop the sword you wished to ******
pick up the pen and let the words come out.
Let them leap and dance as much as you can,
even when spears press hard against your heart.
“Who are you?” They ask in disbelief.
“Why, of course.” You rise to your feet. “Je suis Charlie.”
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC
Je Suis Charlie
A new artist motto
An age old fight and cause
Simple marks on a paper
Can arouse barbaric
Violence..
In this world
We
Have
No room for the blood shed.
Wage no war
With bullets and bombs
If you must,
Use your words
Or
Retaliate the art.
We, intellectuals, know just how much
More powerful
This type of warfare is.
We the unafraid artists know the
Danger of our work
The risks of comedy..
You **** for your aging beliefs
We sketch for the future...
Je Suis Charlie
Never, will the pen be put down.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 6:28 PM UTC
You and I
Are like fire and gasoline
You continue to spew sparks
Into my gas tank
And expect me not to explode.
When you start on a turbulent trail
With your anti-Muslim slurs
As your speech begins to slur when you've had too much to drink
I prefer your intoxication to your ignorance any day
And your "facts" from Fox News
I try my best to cup my hands over my ears
As if I am closing floodgates
But you keep pushing me over the edge.
Floodgates are what you open
When hate spills out of your waterfall mouth
The waves ebb and flow violently
Crashing into me
Crashing into my best friend
A follower of Islam
Who would never hurt a soul
But the flood she faces on the daily
Makes her believe that she will be a casualty
Of the war the water wages.
When a father has to lie to keep his job
The one he has rightfully earned
Just because of his religion
America no longer seems like the land of the free
You complain about persecution of Christians in
The workplace and mainstream media
You don't know what persecution is.
Your acid tongue is volatile.
It spits venom into my cuts
That have yet to heal
You think you are saving me
But you just make the wound more painful.
You do not know the consequences of your words
Of the things you blindly support
The casualties are not
Dollar figures
Your right to speak freely
No matter who it hurts.
The calamities of these sentences
These mindless broadcasts
Are people.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
stop killing
stop hating
stop terror
I'm scared
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 8:51 AM UTC
Døde blikke,
der vandrer rundt,
som zombier på Dommedag,
eller en tiger i bur.
Ingen kan glemme,
hvorfor vi er her,
endda i det næste årti,
vil mindet sidde fast,
sort på hvidt,
i bogen der.
Og de er her alle sammen,
store som små,
arm i arm,
de gå.
Hovedet holder de højt,
i et forsøg på,
at stoppe det,
de ikke kender,
selvom de godt ved,
at man med terror
sjældent bliver venner.
Paris' gallionsfigur,
er nu ændret,
fra Eiffeltårn til blyant,
"Je suis Charlie"
Vi håber ytringen en dag bliver fri
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 3:45 AM UTC
Well then, Jyuss swee Charlie, I suppose.
I hope your French is better than mine, dearest reader.
And I hope you can draw better than me,
so Scribble on dearest reader.
If all the world were paper, there would be no grip stronger than that of thumb and forefingers.
If the world be paper, say with me, reader,
'Come the three corners of the word in arms,
and we shall shock them.'
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC
People have strong feelings about nonsense.
Unaware of the by-products
of fervent tenet.
The ardent flames burn hotter than
any dogmas of faith.
They are swathe in this magma.
Burning all those near,
churning deep-rooted fear.
Making it crystal clear for some,
but foggy glass for others.
Colourful grey matter yet mindlessly
They clutch on too much
to the senseless crux of the matter.
Somethings may be in flux
Places and faces among other things
but the same truth endures.
Those whose eyes are blinded
by creed, ensure that only casualties
and tragedies will arise
from their fallacious activities.
When will these attitudes changes?
A question I can not answer with any certitude.
Only hope a solution will come post-haste
as we are faced with too many ghosts.
Passer-bys erased simple because
people have strong feelings about nonsense.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC
what is in a name,
but letters and sounds,
and meaning,
gleaning spare gloaming,
C H
see aches
of broken hearts,
of many,
it was lines on paper,
some took it as lines in the sand,
life is lost when we can't laugh,
those who could not laugh, tried
to get their life back by taking lives,
the others
the creative core,
when you meet a man face to face,
you have a gun and he has not one,
you are not a man.
Life is fragile, life is too short,
to not be enjoined and enjoyed
in laughter at ourselves.
For now, it is right for tears to fall,
but let them be joined by laughter.
To honor C H
walk the streets of Paris,
sing songs in the city of Love,
not out of naiveté,
but for continued creativity,
so living memories live beyond
the loss,
much loss,
they now walk
beyond the boundaries of the imagination,
it is where they worked
it where they still live in all
who embrace Freedom,
in a name.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 1:00 AM UTC
We oscillate
Each turning in our glass circles,
With fluid walls
letting in and keeping out at will.
Circles then projected, transparent barriers
Impeding revolutions of others
Previously content just to spin.
We pause in our rotation
Watching from afar.
Societies shattered silence
Screams, we will all cut ourselves on the shards.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 5:44 AM UTC
Blood in winter snow:
dying sun at dusk, filling
the skies in sorrow.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 4:18 PM UTC
I’m Charlie. Aren’t you?
You draw and I write,
Sometimes we are wrong,
Sometimes we are right,
Sometimes it’s too much,
And sometimes not enough,
Sometimes someone’s angry
Or calls our bluff,
Or threatens to **** us,
Or kills us indeed,
But we don’t surrender,
Although we may bleed.
Our ****** just strengthens
Our courage to fight,
Our passion to laugh,
Our desire to write,
Our deep love for sharing
All things that are true.
Today and forever
I’m Charlie. Aren’t you?
AM
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 3:57 PM UTC