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Big Virge Aug 2016
Well ........
It seems it's ... OPEN SEASON ...
for ... MURDEROUS ... Policing ... !?!
will blacks take ... Beatings ... !!!
Police will leave us ... Bleeding ... !!!
while they ... KEEP ON ... receiving ...
PROTECTION ... for yes ... leaving ...
Blacks with ...
NO PULSE or ... FEELING ... !!!
In Fact ... NO LONGER ... Breathing.
and then .....
comes ... " Court Proceedings " ...
that leave black people ... " SEETHING " ... !!!!!!
Well fine it's ... OPEN SEASON ...
for poetry ... now ... Seeking .............................................................
Some TRUTH ...  
and less ... Deceiving ... !!!
See ....
I'm Incredibly ... not shocked ...
at how ... poor ... " Walter Scott " ...
got shot by ...
some ... white cop ...  
when Walter ... tried to run ...
from this ... Policeman ... **** ... !!!!!
But ......
before I ... move along ...
He may well have done wrong ... ?!?
but ... " Officer Slager " ...
Let Off ... EIGHT SHOTS ...
in ... Walters' BACK ... !?!!!? ...
Let me just .... " back track " .....
He shot ... " EIGHT TIMES " ...
Taking ... " HIS LIFE " ... !!!!! ...
Because .............
said ... SLAGER ...  
" He feared for his safety
because Mr. Scott, tried to
grab his Taser ! "
So ...  
That means ... WHAT ... ?!?
He ... Deserved to be shot ...
EIGHT TIMES ... in his ... BACK ... !?!!!?!
Maaaaannnnn ....
ENOUGH ... of this CRAP ... !!!!!
What kind of Policing ... ?!?
gives Policeman teachings ...
of ... SHOOT TO DEATH ... !!!!
Rather than ... " A Leg " ...
Shoot ... BOTH ...  
... if ya like ... !!!!!
But .....
ENOUGH ... of these vibes ...
where Black People ... DIE ... !!!!!!
Husbands and Wives ...
whose Fam' ... are told ... LIES ... !!!!!
about ... Cop ... HOMICIDES ... !!!!!!
So let me ...
Season and OPEN ........................................
how people are .... Bro Ken ...
and Blacks are just ... " Tokens "...
for them to be ... " Quoting " ...
all kinds of ... DUMB THINGS ... !!!!!!
About ...
... Po' Po' ...  
... Shootings ....
An ... Asian dude ...
who went to ... my school
posted ... one day ...
on my ...  
Facebook Page ...
"Blacks need to be wise
when police are in sight,
and not antagonise,
cos that's how they'll die !"
Yeah THIS ... Indian Guy ...
felt he had ... The Right ...
to tell me ... " Why " ...
Police TAKE ... Black Lives ... ?!!!?
cos' we ....
Well YEAH ... sometimes ....
but being ... SHOT TO DEATH ...
goes BEYOND .... NONSENSE ... !!!!!
but ......
Asians like ... HIM ...
Prove that being ... "submissive" ...
is how ... Most Choose ... to live ...
and how ... Most Seem ... to think ... !?!
How many ... Asian girls ...
and I ... DON'T MEAN ... Orientals ... !!!
have been ... " Experimental " ... ???
when it comes to ... Black Men ...
being in their worlds ...
as the ... FATHERS OF ...
..... Their Children ..... ?!?
It's CLEAR ....
from their ... " Caste System " ...
that ... Inter-Racial Teams ...
are .... Rarely EVER ... seen ... !!!
Unless their partner's ...
..... " White " ..... ?!?
Most Asians ....
Don't Trust ... blacks ...
and that is simply ... FACT ...
In Fact ...
Some do believe ...
that blacks are just ... MONKEYS ... ??!??
Check through their ... "History " ...
Such words ... AREN'T FALLACY ... !!!!!!!!!!
When we now ... " Greet Police " ...
Should blacks ... IMMEDIATELY ... ?
get down upon our knees ...
and BEG ... like ...
... " Slavery Scenes " ...
"Please *****', don't shoot me !"
which leads me to ...
... These Blacks ...
Whose uniform's now ...
.... " Packed " ....
to join these ...
... Police Klans ... !!!!!!!
What have they ... " Changed " ...
in ... Policing ways ... ?!!!? ...
" Not A Lot " ... !!!!!! ...
Ask ... " Walter Scott " ... ???
Well sadly now ...
You ... CAN'T DO THAT ... !!!!!!
because what is ... FOUL ...
is ... THIS HERE FACT ... !!!!!
while Walter died
and lied ... FACE FLAT ...
A cop who was ... BLACK ... !!!
seemed to search Mr. Scott ...
as if ... He'd ... STILL ATTACK ... ?!!!?
and then ...  
let this ... white cop ..
treat him ... LIKE HIS DOG .... !???!
I'm ...  
SICK ... of the ... CRAP ... !!!!!!
now coming from ... Blacks ... !!!!!!!
Will they wanna ... Shoot ME ... ?!?
for this ... REAL POETRY ... !?!
See it's been ...
..... OPEN SEASON .....
for ... QUITE SOME TIME ... !!!!! ...
cos' ....
Black folks be ... " submissive " ...
as if they'll face ... " A Lynching " ... !!!

for .. BREATHING ...
and NOT ... " Flinch-ing " ... !!!!!
when ... Po Po lights ...
Start .... Blinking .... !!!!!!!
which right now ...
gets me thinking ...
that ... " William Lynch " ...
is looking down and saying ...
"Look at these Black Clowns !"
Folks ....
This here ... AIN'T ...
" 12 Years A Slave " ...
This shooing happened ...
.... " YESTERDAY " .... !!!!!!!!
In ....  
South Carolina ....
where that PIG ...
has been ... Fired ... !!!
But ....
Without ... " The Footage " ...
would he still be out ... SHOOTING ... !!! ? !!!
See i'm ...  
a man of ... " Reason " ...
but right now ...
I'M SEETHING ... !!!!!
because ....
when it comes to ....
It's  .....
... STILL ...
..... CLEARLY .....
.... " Open Season " ....

Listen Here :
Certain poems speak for themselves, due to events that are as REAl, as they come .... I use the BLM moniker below, but, Do Black Lives REALLY Matter ... ??? beyond police actions .... ??? I prefer this tag #VerseThatMatters
Graff1980 Sep 2018
Nobody knows the
the darker corners
of my decrepit soul,

a stale and stinky
nasty shrinking
***** of abstraction,
that is less than
a fraction
of nothingness,

a shadowy space
where people cringe
and strangers displace
their rage
till tension and resentment
fill this smelly place.

Nobody knows
that my heart
does not grow
but disposes
of the red roses,
dripping paint
of crimson pain,

taken in exchange
for struggles
and anguish,
pumping out plump
plumes of poetry
and prose
to express the truth,

that nobody knows.
zebra May 2017
all my life i held a dream
of a woman i would love

of course

she would be alluring
a charming countenance
erudite, with an angelic face

her body
a muscular stretching willow
arching her legs over head
kissing her own
curving soft feet
a graceful contortionist
in confetti colored sparkle pantyhose
stretching towards me
silken hair draping a perfect symmetry
with spun sugar kisses
wafting the scent of vanilla
and candied vaporous breath
lips like cherry glistening lozenges


one never knows ones destiny

i met her
my girl destiny
and except for a faint look of languor and ruin
with a tinge of withering
she was without doubt unbearably titillating
with razor-thin blackened lips
mascara slits for eyes
hair pulled straight back
jet black
jelled like hardened licorice
with satanic blood rivulets
and pitch fork tattooed ****

a vice of lechery
a malefaction of moral turpitude
her *** scarred from orgiastic beatings
her **** became
like a large wrinkly mouth
resembling the face of a bullfrog
from pleasuring  herself with
tableware cutlery

her soul
a broken creel
suffering bouts of anxiety
like a weeping moon
having  been institutionalized
in Mother Marys Hell House
from a ghastly bout of parricide

her father,
a hobbling gloomish troll
while the dark veins of mother
ran through her soul
leaving little choice
but to dispatch
the parents
abandoning their corpses in the kitchen
like strewn litter

turned out
just my

Johnny walker Nov 2018
With suffering childhood abuse at a very early age
I realised life would be no fairytale, being raised on fear to the point of wetting myself, locked In the darkness tiny Confined space
Never smiled as a child
It wasn't till much later In life, I started to have flash
backs, I would break into
a cold sweat at hearing and seeing mother laughing at me not a normal laugh more like a
laugh of
Cluster phobia fear of spiders I've been left with
I cried when my dad died
but admit no tears were shed for my mother, or ever will be, took to many beating from her to go there
Fear of spiders cluster phobia
confined spaces all because of childhood abuse, I didn't deserve to be treated that way
even before she died had admitted she was wrong In the beating I took still can't forgive
zebra Aug 2016
while heaven and hell
where engrossed in their own affairs
the light bringer
an incandescent intelligence
was cast down
to this metallic monument of stone
hurled to the depths
mourning star falling
for aspiring
to greater altitudes
the furthest reaches
perhaps some distant
parametric edge
or insensate endlessness
of the northern most realms
Baals glittering throne

stellar divinity
mourning light
enemy of evil
gave mankind its foundations
fire, technology
the signatures of spirits
those vey veys
the voodoo
that Jews do
the secret of
the dark speculum
polished obsidian
for scrying
door to arcane gods
and spirits dark
of great power
Solomons instruments of wisdom
demonstrating that man might live in grace
without watering the ground with tears

now vanquished in the depths
of labyrinths submerged
and contained in a brass vessel
crypt of sigils
the true names of power

as ages rolled over
we lost our depth of mind
became zombies
shadow beings
at first a mystery to our selves
and then the mysteries
became memories
and then even the memories
became dust

no longer could
we conjure or evoke
from the depths
our Jacobs ladder
those Goetic spirits
and  Amadel
of angelic powers
our protectors
and sustenance
lost and bereft of
aladins lamp
leaving men a drift in reason alone
barren religions of flagging faith
heaven and earth separated
a god absent
based on belief
the words
historic etymology
at its very core
it hides its secret for all to see
a lie

science of endless calculus
a one trick pony
like a sludge hammer
its only tool
which maps the known universe
but understands nothing
about what things mean
like the subtle architecture
of consciousness
and its interconnectedness
to all that there is
which may be nothing
with no physical properties
no volume
no trans-formative elemental substance
energies of light or force
or pulsating quanta
but inventions of consciousness
it self a light
which lacks volume
and physical quality
all of reality mere dreams
by an unknown dreamer
perhaps the child of another

at the stroke of midnight
the darkest point
in the murkiest age
the Kala Yuga
post modern man
remains conceited
while the world burns
paradise lost

Monotheism reigns
in our back water world
millenniums long night
of honor killings
god of the blade
thou shalt not ****
yet all condemned to die

put that in your pipe
slave makers
over bearing pedagogues
god loving war stooges
your god has a bigger ****
while parents
pack up their
shell shocked babies
there little trampled flowers
forced to
plummet to some dark address
tears fluttering
suffused  by poison clouds
in shady groves
where they only dare exhale

have you not had it yet
with gods mysterious ways
if it quacks like a duck
hell goons
****** spiritual stasis
toxicity and contagion
of the simplistic

their god
a shrunken form
projection of an incomplete  mind

those who live by the sword
die by the sword
and those who do not
die anyway
not a leaf falls with out the will of god
are we not all falling
oh man
cast off axioms
of the addle brained

oh priests
of petrified ideation's
if you have a real god
look to reality to understand it
do you see mono anything
or do you see binary everything
love hate
macro micro
life death
creation destruction
as above so below
the tao
male female

no your god
both great and terrible
can not make you whole
with out her
for she is all of space
creator of all form
our human women
vessels of the goddess
who you have
conveniently subtracted
and profaned
for vainglories patriarchs sake

the universe it self
a multitude of powers
from hells deep shocks
and dismal woe
to adorations from the queen of heaven
and the sacred temple prostitutes
now made sullied
by goody goody minds
shames children
a vice of knives
solar heroes they think
while high minded and ignorant

the synoptic religions
feeding frenzies of dogma
beatings of submission
mouldering skeletons
of the abyss
******* blood loving bats
all dressed up
in Don Trump
plush red power ties
made in china
where indentured servants
in state hell mills
are worked to death

while others
prim men
pretending to love
all ostentatious actors
spiritual materialist
fearing hells abyss
outwardly proud
in self righteousness
performing public adorations
while in secret rooms
they ****** themselves
under shadows guilt
blasphemy of gloating piety
begrudging the pleasure of others
there guiding light

there true god
a demon of obedience
bes-tower of agony
you gota suffer now
so you don't have to suffer later
dividing man from himself
All of them covering there heads
to obstruct the gifts of wisdom
and freedom
blocking the rays of Luciferic light
and insight
******* in there own hats
so they may remain undistracted
by their gods commands
having forgotten
that they themselves
made them up
pious dullards
that they are

oh Lucifer bright one
i stand before you
embraced by eight
the number of Majick
in arms that proliferate
the true will
Lucifers eight arms
Meridith Jan 24
He played tricks with my mind
But I was completely blind
He toyed with my feelings
And yet I still took his beatings
All alone, I sat and cry
Praying that I could just die
He made me believe I was wrong,
When he was the blame all along

With alcohol on my lips
he didn’t hesitate to grab my hips
he forced himself on me, along with his touch
I pleaded for him to stop, but he wouldn’t budge
My lips he kissed, his hand moved low
I begged him to stop, please no more
With a hand over my mouth
I knew there was no way out
My body went into flight
I could not put up a fight
Shut up and take it he said
And deep inside, I wanted to be dead
He forced himself in
And I gave up and let him win
My mind filled with confusion, and his mind filled with lust
He took another part of me with each ******
The pain, unbearable
How could a human being be so terrible?

After he was done, I could not cry
For that was the day, I finally died inside
Johnny walker Apr 15
I'm a survivor, even though the pain tragedy
the loss of my
I'm a survivor childhood
abuse the beatings locked In darkness all
I'm a survivor because of I
Know how to survive, and
because I want
I'm a survivor for I will  survive no matter how bad or whatever comes my
I'm a survivor because I need to keep my wife's
memory alive
Keeping Helen's memory alive Is how I survive for
It gave me a purpose to
I'm a survivor because of a friend who had helped me so much through the days of grief
I'm a survivor because want to and I'm strong enough too Im a survivor to keep Helen alive through my poetry writing I will survive
i dragged the blade across my skin
and bled the pain away
the curse that flowed around within
no longer had to stay

i huffed and could no longer feel
if i was still alive
and asked for beatings hard and real
to help me then revive

my face had blackened here and there
i morphed into one dead
i had no time to eat my hair
had left my waning head

in time i withered like a leaf
as autumn did arrive
and knew just by the weight of grief
my corpse was still alive

but one day as i sat in bed
and found an empty pad
i wrote the tale of my life's dread
the mourning of the sad

i cut the forms of letters there
the pen unstopped had bled
the curse into the morning air
and i would live instead

(C)2019, Christos Rigakos
tayarose Mar 29
You left me not in a physical sense mom, but in a emotional mentally
I am drowning inside an your no where to been found
I'm dumbfounded to think you'd be there in time of need
But your my mom too, not just his
your my heart too, not just his
what about me mom
I took those beatings against my bare back
I took the those hands against my face
I stood tall an proud to fight for you
where you would never fight for me the same way mom
Johnny walker Mar 16
So much sadness I had whilst growing up as a kid
things were done to me
that never should have been
But through pain and
tears so much hurt endured all those years
for I lost all my childhood
years to
But then came to me a voice  I believe to be that of my Guardian Angel
told me to stay strong and one day soon you'll find true happiness and when I suffered beatings by my mom  
afterwards when quite and alone the
would return to me with words of encouragement to hang In there and stay strong
for your day Is coming to be free of all this that's what the voice did tell me and from those days as a kid to this very day
I've heard the voice of my Guardian Angel one more time telling  to
a letter to the girl I loved who didn't know of  my love
who because of that letter then she became my wife for the Angel had said If you don't write them
I'd regret It for the of my life It was then the voice left me for never to
be heard
so guess my Angel thought I could now cope on my own and left to go and help another helpless
A voice as a child I heard I believe to be that of my Gardian Angel who guided through life

From your intoxicating eyes
I became dazzled by your beauty
I called YOU
"My BELOVEDz God/dess"


As an INFIDEL what I will say now
Will remain as "THE TRUTH"
Because a LOVER on cross
Sacrificed for LOVE
Never utters a LIE,
Only narrates the Sacred Word
Of The Creator All-Mighty

My BELOVEDz existence is
Like hundred SUN shining

The whole world is
annihilated by her illumination

The one who stands on feet,
Without fear or without being scared
The one who faces
The inner LIGHT of BELOVEDz Noor

Ready to face the cross and crucifixion
Vulnerable, shy, shrunk,
Surrendered and cut to pieces
The infidel LOVER will not run away but
Stand firm to the POST to claim

The INFIDEL cries for "BELOVEDZ"
"I am BELOVEDz, BELOVEDz is me"

Sword, arrows, enemies of LOVE
Attacks, sticks, punches, strikes
Shocks, cut, blade, beatings
Scars, bloods, limbs and pieces
And the INFIDEL dies
Just like that... with

"BELOVEDz breathe rested in
INFIDEL LOVERz half-open eyes"

Watching this spectator of
The world's anger against INFIDEL
Flows away like a small twig

They realize that
Cutting a LOVERz into pieces
With humiliations and weapons
Was of no use

Because they realize that
They not only killed an INFIDEL
But also killed LOVE and humanity

Infidel: (noun) A person who has no religion or whose religion is not that of a majority/ Adhering to the religion other than the majority
I imagine sometimes a world in which I am seven again
   and I did not have to learn unprepared what true pain was.
   a knife is just something my mother uses to slice mangoes and make them
    bloom like little yellow flowers while outside I can hear the mingled voices of people—the sounds of living. fellow children calling out for me to join them in their games of hide
    and seek.
we are all young and nothing hurts
   more than scraping your knees against asphalt after stumbling, and
   even then there was no wound that the soft touch of my mother's kiss could never close.
I remember those heavy summer days in my childhood  
           sleeping in the afternoons, hiding from the world,
and all of it acceptable.
          once, I thought I saw God standing on the clouds
right before the sky broke into a thunderstorm and
back then life was still a divine blessing, not a curse.
God still existed and the sacrifices he takes are merely symbolic:
           the blood not even wine, but grape juice.
there was no need to worry about those sort of things.
I was young. I was too young.

everyday I revisit the stories.
    everyday I try to rewrite them so that the child remains a child and the only bruises he would know are from play.
    but I am eighteen now and the child has long since decomposed, his grave unremarkable among a billion little graves, none of them named. all of them too small.
    at times I want to reach out to my father and ask if he, too, had died a long time ago.
    that perhaps—that is the reason.
    perhaps he too lived in fear of his father's footsteps and had to teach his restless body how to stay very, very still,
    and to become so quiet that the birds amplified their singing to patch up the emptiness that was birthed by his absence.
    for a while, did he also
wish for someone to tell, someone else to carry the burden?
           if he also
tried to open himself up and
       carve away all the dark and lonely things inside him
    to build a new child,
one that he could love.

and I wonder if at night he also lies on his stomach to feel his
    heartbeat bleeding into his pillows, only to toss around restlessly for the rest of the time
    to escape each painful reminder of existence
like I do. but there's no escaping this story;
        that I am made of flesh
    and bone, and I cannot remake myself
        into anything less material because no matter
how hard I try to fold myself into tinier versions
    of myself, my heart will always betray me
by making its demands know:
       a warm house. a clean shirt. and fresh mangoes every morning
that my mother will turn into yellow flowers with a knife
      that has never been pointed at any flesh other than that of fruit.
perhaps my heart is not a heart, after all, but a new child
     waiting to be reborn.
or perhaps the child did not die after all, but survived
         the first beatings
so he could finally grow old and learn to let go
     of his childlike yearnings
and write new stories with new words he would discover
    to describe gentleness,
and that when he finally musters the courage to visit the grave
    where supposedly his young body has rotted,
he would find that all along it was full of
           nothing but light.


                         ­    perhaps.

Johnny walker May 11
When was a kid I never understood abuse I didn't know meaning of the
word even though
that's what I was going through
myself Strange looking back now I thought It was normal that other kids went through the same that was what parrent
It wasn't until much later In life when through flashbacks I started to
see and feel all the pain I had suffered at the
of my mother being locked In cuboards alone In the dark all the beatings I took and to very day I'm
still asking
Stíofáinín Apr 20
Take it all away again and don’t stop breathing
Who knew I could take all these beatings
I'm alive,
Only to decline an invitation to live in this situation
Where love is only conditional
I grow invisible
I can’t manifest and I can’t disappear
I just sit and wonder what the **** I’m doing here
You don’t need me, and that’s why you can’t see me
I'm fading but you’re see through
And this is just another hole I fell into
A pipe dream that that could never be true
Still, all I ever wanted was you
And one last time could never be enough
A million times I could tell myself it wasn’t love
But my mind is cursed…
Dissecting a situation
Trying to quiet the imagination
But you're too careless, and we’re just unkind
Only ever taping up these holes and leaving it all behind
You’re mind, a black hole ******* all that matters right from my chest,
You’re lies are like stains on my only white dress
Lies that live easy cause the truths no fun
Another round of bullets babe! Can you just hold this gun?
What good will it do now though? We're already alone
Somehow I always knew one day you’d leave home
Sin will go unconfessed
Mistakes, locked away in an iron chest
How were we supposed to ever confess
If you can’t see it then it's not real
But when was that ever part of the deal?
These are just metaphors, but here’s the feel bad,
These are your scars and your bags, and they’ll always be packed
So put on your little rouge act
But this is nothing but a comfort zone and it's all you can ever call your own
That’s all you can hope to know
And if you continue running it’ll be too late
A cycle in repeat that only ever ends in hate
Pushing everything aside
Beautiful creature, you never learned how not to hide
Time won't ever be on your side…
But these choices will be all your own, to own
So make a conscious one that we can condone
Kassandra Aug 2018
My tiredness consumes me.
Im tired of life, of waking up and only finding disappointment.
Im not tired cause ima another lazy teen,
Im not tired because i was on my phone,
Im tired because my body is weak and broken from all the beatings its taken to this point.
My tiredness consumes me.
To my family who thinks im just tired cause im another lazy teen rebelling.
Mars, they say, is God of War
Venus Love...
But not no more.

Mars is red, an angry shade
With knuckles like
A sickle's blade

His right hook
has some might in store
He lays her on
The threshing floor

There he whacks
The chaff from wheat
She's just a dog
For him to beat...

Mars is red
Venus is blue
Black as well
A nasty hue

Her friends tell her
To up & leave
For all the beatings
She's recieved

But she knows
That if she leaves
He'd find... and ****
With none to grieve.

So she stays down
On knees to pray
That Mars would simply
Go away...

He will not
She's bound to lose
Red & blue...
A purple bruise.

Finally she'd had enough
Packed some food
And all her stuff

Before he could
Wake up to belt her
She went into a caring shelter

He searched and searched
But never found
His goddess was
Nowhere around

He drank and drank
His days away
Finally t'was
As she had prayed

Mars hit bars
With liquored breath
He finally drank
Himself to death.

Mars was red
And Venus blue
But now she's FREE

She could be YOU.


This poem has been in my drafts for a long time. I was hesitant to post it, because it has very violent content. But something told me recently that I should put it up. Maybe there's someone who needs to read it, I don't know. All I know is that if you are a battered woman there is help out there. You don't have to suffer in silence anymore!

I was battered... ONCE.
I ran away and called the cops & that was IT for HIM. But he stalked me for 2 years before he finally gave up. I'm lucky to be alive!
harini Jul 2018
Kids, like glass, aren't indestructible.

    As much as the boy who smokes stolen cigarettes on empty train tracks,
going through them like cheap candy,
says that he's not broken, he's cracked a long time ago.

    The drug addict who plays with fire as if it's his pet, running fingers along soft orange and reds, burns littering his arm, knows that he's shattered beyond recognition, but he doesn't care.

    The abused boy, curling up into a ball under his bed to avoid the beatings, his face covered in blood, glass from a broken bottle thrown at him studded in his arms. Glass from a broken soul studded in every aspect of himself

     The bad boy, who gets into fights and does graffiti on the walls, says that he isn't glass. That someone who has gone through as much as he did shouldn't be something so fragile. He shatters too one day, when he finds himself corned by 5 men in an alley. He doesn't come back out.

     The insomniac who's plagued by nightmares when he's awake, find that they only get worse when he sleeps. So he takes pills, pils, pills, until the glass gives out, and crumbles into powder.

     The depressed boy, who thinks his existence is a burden, holds an empty wine glass in his shaking hand. As he sinks lower into the bathtub, he lets go of the fragile glass, and it
breaks into a million pieces
     The schizophrenic who sees his dead friends in the train tracks, the fireplace, the bed, the empty alleys, the pills he takes, and the glasses of water he washed them down with. He sees his friends in the oceans of their home, in the lights that lit up streets they roamed. He sees them in the 24/7 convenience store they’d hang out at, until the owner kicked them out. He know that they aren't real, that it's just a way he deals with his grief. That his mind has created these ghosts because he refuses to accept his friends are gone, the doctors tell him so anyway. But if his ghosts leave then he's got nothing left. So he holds on to his broken pieces of glass, long after they've left him, the memories cutting into his skin. Because he can't have nothing.
Torin Galleshaw Aug 2018
xspacexpotatox 1h
Racism is a lie, your people hate us naturally lol just look at the way you’re responding................ and us “black people” are supposed to be the ignorant ones.... whew
xspacexpotatox  1h
Look at the affliction and persecution. There’s a reason why your ancestors put chains around our necks. It’s because the Bible said it would happen ****
xspacexpotatox  1h
So do me a favor, go learn a bit more. I’m not even gonna laugh at your ignorance, I’ll pray for you. Have a nice one.
Torin Galleshaw  1h
oh so your jewish friend is the authority on this? what does he know about zionism? seems you got your mind made up man. good for you
xspacexpotatox  1h
I want to know why you feel so threatened lol
xspacexpotatox  1h
I won’t let the hate reach me man
Torin Galleshaw  1h
wow, racism is a lie then u stereotype all white people IMMEDIATELY after you say that. ignent? i really wanted to give you a chance bro. but you have been very abrasive this whole time, immature and incredibly offensive. i dont know where in the bible it says that. or, if as i remember when i went to ce williams middle school as a young kid in a poor part of charleston south carolina where i also learned a test can be racist because the only person that did well on it was me, the white kid. ive felt black racism towards me all my life. do you know the history of the celtic people. yeah, slaves were given food to eat, my people died in gutters in the cold because of no mc hiring practices. ever heard of britain, do you know who irelands neighbor is. have you heard of the potato famine, do you know why it happened? william wallace?
systematic opression for over 800 years.

most important part and key difference between us, besides the fact thta your better than me because you are black, but. you claim im so ignorant im not worth your time, essentially. i think your so misguided i would love to show you the actual way to god and heaven. brother, you need it.
xspacexpotatox  1h
Bro you lose don’t message me anymore
Torin Galleshaw  1h
and dont claim im acting like im threatened, first thing, you dont know me. youre acting nearly militaristic on this ****. young malcom X wanna be. im cool tho, you robably never knew someone as chill as me.
maybe we could talk without resorting to personal attacks tho. thats a good sign you are losing an argument.
xspacexpotatox  1h
What’s your point? Mines is simple. I get what I learned from college text books and the Bible, the knowledge coincides and that indicates who my people are.
Torin Galleshaw  1h
do you know of the talmud?
do you know what it is?
do you realize that it contains the only visual description for jesus?
do me a favor, before you try to come at me with some more weak **** why dont you go and see what the talmud has to say about it
thank you brother
xspacexpotatox  1h
Was the visual description a white man? If so I’m not interested
xspacexpotatox  1h
I’m a young black man that’s been taught all his life, all I know is truth.
xspacexpotatox  1h
I’m not that arrogant, I offered you edification and once I edified you rejected. lol I’m not supposed to be nice and open to you.... I know who my oppressors are.
xspacexpotatox  1h
“GOD” said “and I know the blasphemies of those that say they are Jews and are not” you’re disrespecting my ancestors
Torin Galleshaw  1h
thats the thing only a truly awoken spiritual person will ever recognize. in a past life you were a tiny asian woman bro, you were a fat white guy, you were a cat fucj it. so rn your black. soul dont got color. recognize bro. i dont wanna big boy you on this, but i can. and i will if i have to. or maybe you would either A. apologize for your offensive and rude behavior, or B. and my preferred choice we could ACTUALLY converse. you say you got proof, cite it priest boy
xspacexpotatox  1h
Bro, my ancestors were beaten, *****, hung, fed to alligators, shot in the streets, literally broken. Imagine having your family heritage stripped from you, your language and books taken from you.. You’re not hearing me out, you’re trying to prove yourself to be what I am and I can’t let you think that’s okay. I’m OG. I teach people. So far I’ve learned nothing from this conversation. I’m proud of the beatings my people took to get here, and I definitely don’t agree with the whole “you were a white or Asian person in the past life” because that makes no sense. My family is “BLACK”, besides that my moms great grandmother was mixed, and were STILL predominantly “BLACK”. I come from “BLACK” people, therefore I am a HEBREW ISRAELITE, and I know this for a FACT!
Torin Galleshaw  49m
Bro, my ancestors were beaten, *****, hung, starved for hundreds of years, shot in the streets, forced to fight in the civil war after arriving here form ireland starving, (one of the most effective brigades, you see many of the soldiers had to fight in wars against the british already)literally broken. Imagine having your family heritage stripped from you, my last name is not the last name my great great great granparents had. it was too ethnic, it was changed, your language and books taken from you. do they speak celtic in ireland?.. You’re not hearing ME out, you’re trying to prove yourself to be what I am and I can’t let you think that’s okay
xspacexpotatox  42m
Oh you guys are actually mention in the battles you fought?! **** there’s no documentation of anything “African Americans” did in the wars we helped win! Atleast you guys got decent credit
Torin Galleshaw  37m
bible told me you just have to accept his love, jesus's love, but even buddahs love, and john the baptists love, and all of gods great prophets. bible taught me that without their love i can never really love any one.
xspacexpotatox  35m
If you believe in the most high, fine with me. That’s all I have to say.
Torin Galleshaw
Torin Galleshaw  33m
yes, there is documentation of both slaves ad freed black men fighting on both sides actually, believe it or not
Torin Galleshaw  32m

"Once let the black man get upon his person the brass letter, U.S., let him get an eagle on his button, and a musket on his shoulder and bullets in his pocket, there is no power on earth that can deny that he has earned the right to citizenship."

Frederick Douglass

xspacexpotatox  28m
I never once believed the history teachers in school, I always challenged them because I know that American History is *******. Just like whatever filth you’re trying to show me will only bore me like the teachers bored me in school. I served in the US Army. I did my time for white america and I refuse to go back lol

he blocked me not long after that, final thoughts

Matthew 6:10-14 thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven, give us this day our daily bread, And forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors,And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one.
a truly fascinating case study in hypocrisy.  when he is sending me videos of white people asking for blaack people to treat them kindly when they become enslaved.  nah.  if your gonna block me instead of being able to have an actual conversation im gonna put you on blast.

anyone who believes this is a *****
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