"aboriginals" poems
The curves on a brachiosaurus
make Queen Latifah seem like a beach towel.
The jaws on a tyrannosaurus rex
make Jay Leno augment his chin.
The spikes on a stegosaurus
make Travis Barker shave his head.
Latifah Leno Barker
hunt for dino flesh
like aboriginals
chase mammoth with sticks
stones and fire dances.
Yeah, I'd pay to see that.
Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 9:23 PM UTC
Power reserves forest land,
wild aboriginals lose teeth and claws
people enjoy them on magic carpet.
Dams Reserve water,
like lachrymal gland of eye
woes overflow as tears.
Reserved category once lived
in gigantic palaces,
now museums preserve grand air.
Reservation,
a social discrimination,
starts silent revolution.
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 9:26 AM UTC
The papers are wet with ink.
Russia is losing it's war.
North Korea is swamped with the Covid.
Tucker is backpedaling his replacement theory.
Finland and Sweden are enrolling.
Armament shipments are making a difference.
The Pope is apologizing.
That needs repeating: The Pope is apologizing.
(But why stop with the Aboriginals. Consider the Jews and Irish).
Fossil fuels are on the decline.
(plastic microchips are in our fat)
I can still buy Roundup.
Tobacco is banned in most public places here.
*** is not.
There are more drunks, and more behind bars, and in front.
We have safe injection sites.
I have robots asking me if I'm a robot.
There are more tv stations selections.
TV is not worth watching.
LPs are making a comeback.
Right to Life is Wrong for Many.
... and on... and on
May 17, 2022
May 17, 2022 at 8:59 AM UTC
Australia Day, what an awful time
Our country has no culture, no meaning, no rhyme.
It’s funny you see how we tell people to go back to their own country, When we invaded them, took their land and their sea.
Dear aboriginals, I’m so sorry.
It’s your land, and your cultures are the only thing that belong here.
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 7:36 PM UTC
People have called us a lot of things Savages, Indians, Aboriginals, Prairie N*****s, Reznecks, or Monsters. Are we truly savages, monsters or are you the true Savages and monsters. We lived good, but then Christopher Columbus happened and we've never been the same. Got slaughtered, ***** caught your vile diseases. We did not do anything to you, if it weren't for us you wouldn't have survived in the ''new world''. Forced us into reservations, tried to make us ''civil'' what the hell does that mean? Look in the mirror to see the real monsters. Bombing Hiroshima, killing millions in Iraq and Afghanistan for no reason, making a group called the kkk, etc. Native's are not the problem, the problem is you. I'm not saying native people are perfect, we did a fair share to our own people. I'm just saying their is a problem with our society, that has tried to shove what they did to our culture under the carpet for way too long. It's time for the truth to come out, it's time for us to have true equality between our culture's, it's time for a true honest apology, and to give us back our land that you stole or let us govern the land that we have, without any interference from the government.
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 7:34 PM UTC
My questionee is the first born of Europe,
Mr. England the royal son of Europe
Who chewed and still chews
Fortunes from the colonies
With the mighty of hyena mandibles
When its canine teeth penetrate
Rotten pork in the helm of day’s starvation.
My questions come to you England and your brothers;
The European immigrants who left their home
To usurp land in the African territory of Australia,
Then with all imperial mighty you decimated
The human race of Africans, which you called a dog’s name;
The fitlhy, uncouth, loatish, oafish, and worthless aboriginals,
Which you deemed humanity so useless that deserve not to own any country
As God was so idiosyncratic to give such heavyweight buffoons
Like the African natives of Australia such a fertile land,
Why did you **** my brothers in Australia?
And you replace them with your sons and daughters,
To shamelessly occupy land which is not their ancestral home?
You ravenous Europeans who will heal you from the bug of colonial syndrome?
Before you answer, wisdom of time commands European settlers to quit Australia,
To bring to an end ignominious civilization of colonialism.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 8:06 AM UTC
Young man with braided hair.
"But that's for girls!"
Yet he does not care.
Through braids, he's one with the natural world
Elaborate feathered head dress
Upon a woman's head.
"Those are simply meaningless."
But the tradition is not dead.
"Aboriginals are lazy."
They hunt and skin animals everyday
This renders you crazy!
Very hard work, I would say.
You call them uneducated,
For "They are not smart."
They should not be degraded.
You've been different from the start.
"Their skin is always red."
You may be fairly close.
But their hearts are not dead.
Like yours, each beat is a song note.
"They live off of alcohol."
That's a fairly generic thought.
It's not the case at all.
We've given reason to drink to numb the pain.
Dark hair and dark eyes,
Is how they're often seen
In this racist world we live in.
Perhaps, we only see what's skin deep.....
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 12:02 PM UTC
For God so loved the world
He let his own son get murdered
In front of the world
Prosecution set execution
Women men to children
Seen the casted sin
Of an innocent man
Locked up for nothing
All because he was a glutton
To punishment
Mankind is a threat to self
Gotta make laws to feed themselves
Subconscoius bruised I ain't amused
Mad cuz I don't gotta short fuse
And in the news
They persecutin' brothers black n Hispanic like Jews
And the Indian can't get they own land back
Aboriginals coming back home
But don't worry there's a plot
For secret attacks pass that
Mack and let me load it
Unload it as the shots exploded
Brain imploded
Of the elite
Those for all of the lies told in guise
LeArned wisdom
From the serpents above got no love
To these hypocrites
Hanging on double standards
Evrybody loves Jesus
But they ain't down with em
Hit em like hammer but it will hurt
Slow yo roll if you wanna be the one in the dirt
I expose flies of the American pies
We ain't gone get a piece
So I might as well die
For the cAuse once I open my jaws
I get a round of applause
From the spirits dancing above my head never fled
From the source so **** the source
I'm the black matyr
Like baking soda n water
Rising like dough you need to gt smarter
The universe ain't went no where
Everybody entertained over there
Lost souls glancing
And I'm reading spiritual books right here check the glare
I see Times a ticking guns clicking
War horns is pinching
Off the fat man lips soon to take a trip
To the white house with my angry mobs
Just burning the clips binggggg
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 10:32 PM UTC
Take me to the xylographs of Tunis
Where silken shades of colour
Dissolve and reassemble
Take me to the white veils of sand
Along with Elysia
To the oils of Giverny scented with
Climbing roses
( I want to touch them with my fingers)
Take me to the orange rows of Laos and
-further away- let me
Into the magic Australian Outback
( I want to count how many dots exploding
The picturesque of Aboriginals)
Take me to Berlin before the curtain on
The Night
To the peripheries of the world
( I want to look in the eye the eyes kept prisoner by Time)
Then let me into the remote echo of the invisible squares
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 9:00 AM UTC
A stream bubbles light.
Soda pop life.
Dappled leaves on thin silver trees.
Pegs in the ground,
we weave we weave we weave,
The strings of our reality,
Laughter. Laughing laughing
lafter lafter, after,
getting dafter.
Splash,
soaked in the stream,
the bubbles bubble bubble,
just a dream.
My dad says if you get wet you should take off your clothes,
'Cos clothes is what caused the aboriginals to sneeze and cough,
And die,
That far off word.
So shivering,
As a breeze sneaks in from the edge,
We wait for mum to collect a naked boy.
He's crouched in his nakedness.
Instinctually hoarding warmth.
As the echoes of laughter
Are less sure of themselves,
Then mum comes to find the absurd.
A visit from another world.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
Yeah, i'm walking in these streets, where there is violence and there is not enough to eat. Poverty stricken everyone is looking for their next fix and aboriginals get ticketed for being aboriginals. Life is full of despair, is there someone out there who cares, because rich snobs think they better, yeah they think they so neat. They couldn't even survive on welfare, or let alone survive in this hell hole, they to busy being political. Left side, right side, there doesn't seem to be a spectrum when people keep dying on these streets. It's a cold world with cold people to hot in themselves, if we all just came together we wouldn't even be in this mess. Crime is just a everyday thing, people cheat, people beat on each other, and it's not all about race but ignore me, shut me down, keep listening to your garbage beats. Governments control the world, we are all in the same boat, controlling us like they're some kind of doctoral Jesus to them we surrender and confess. Sorry I am not your puppet, government you may be the devil but I will not be your advocate. I will no longer let your lie's keep corrupting my mind, I am a self made man with a God given plan, so try to stop me, but the dice will no longer be in your hands. Hurt people in this hurt society, but all wounds can heal eventually, even something as catastrophic as this detriment. Walking down the road of pain, people trying to survive so bad they deemed insane, they've been detained, they've been banned, some try for a job but a lot get canned. Hard times in these rough neighbourhoods, and in reality there is no robin hood. Cold winters, scorching summers, begging for help, when about half of them will spend it on ***** Yeah, I see these things all the time as I walk down these streets, but there is organizations out there like hope mission that so some real good. So maybe there is some real hope after all, but we should do more for each other instead of just accusing and misusing.
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
We both were aboriginals.
Knowing nothing but to rely on primal instincts, we only knew how to devour. Using tactics on how to conquer each other as if beguiled by omniscience.
Carnal instincts propagate as we continue to intertwine our own bodies, matching each other’s cadence. Not even Clausius nor Thomson or even Carnot could determine the Temperature that both our bodies emit.
Lost in the heat of the moment, we continue to confront in sensual interaction, as if taken a drug that took us high.
We both let out melodious keys that resound symphonically. As if tranqualized, we lay there, our bare skin covered in sparkling translucent sweat. Our eyes coincide, within them, a faint trace of sweetness mixed with heat and love. Our cheeks, colored like plump cherries on early spring.
Lastly we close our eyes and drift within the dreamland. Guided by Hypnos himself, we transverse the foreign land, with nothing but the burning memory that made us melt like candlesticks that once held a majestic flame.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 12:17 AM UTC
Like night, it settles upon me,
Around dawn i begin to chew my thoughts,
I put the sauce of time in this platter,
I fry memories with minced and chopped culture.
There's so much to write about you,
about me, about so many rivers, stars
towns, cities, sorrow, joy, laughter-
as they share miserable,
poorly dressed stories.
There's no one to understand this,
there's nothing assured in meaning,
They call God Dieu in french,
Maybe the aboriginals call God something else,
Why should you name someone and attach stories?
We begin to originate from this point,
And we end.
A soft melody begins to die at the end of the road,
The tambourine man has left you,
He has taken away your tattered coat
You/I begin to question, these things at dawn,
while an old physicist feels afraid of death, at night.
A poet feels afraid of time, burning bright.
A city feels afraid of cafes, at noon,
A society feels afraid of stories, and ideas.
They come and go,
Breaking and assuring again,
your status quo.
I understand i cannot hold water in my palms,
I understand I cannot hold burning coal in my hands,
I do not mean.. symbols can be frightening.
I just want to add a little mystery to my life.
Like night it settles upon me,
And I begin to chew my thoughts,
I mince and chop memories,
At dawn, it stops.
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 1:40 PM UTC
Since the sun kissed my skin
I knew what I was in
For not many want to go to war
To juggle the obstacles
Hands on my testicles holding testament
To my confinement enemies circumvent
Your pain to keep energies drain
Claim I'm.insane
Cuz I see the rain before it came
And pour down
On mankind's miscount blessing
Everyday stressing nerves clenched
On the all the pain
Going on I'm trying free your mind
But too many wanna hold on
Now troubles never worry me if I die I'll just be set in the sun's energy
Returning as the lost king of stolen dynasty
Earth ain't nothing but a catastrophe
Took from the aboriginals
I'm smoking reefs like coral and let it marinate my oral
I got much love to my barrio providing knowledge to a broken people
Though evil sees no restoration from pain
Cuz it needs negativity to order maintain mundane
Still trying to season my grain understand my lane since I got close to being a Black Superman
Along with my Black Queen i love her skin tone my Louis Lane
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 2:12 AM UTC