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My Cocoon tightens—Colors tease—
I’m feeling for the Air—
A dim capacity for Wings
Demeans the Dress I wear—

A power of Butterfly must be—
The Aptitude to fly
Meadows of Majesty implies
And easy Sweeps of Sky—

So I must baffle at the Hint
And cipher at the Sign
And make much blunder, if at least
I take the clue divine—

Some people say and will say, let us unite and heal. Unite round what exactly? Fascism??  This is at best a pipe dream and in reality a nightmare for billions of people everywhere on the planet. There can be and there should be no unity with fascists and a program of global violence and destruction (already under way for several centuries now)..  An historical reference: People who say this are actually saying "be good Germans" do not protest or resist the death camps and slaughter of Jews and others. Their cry: "Uber Germany - Uber Alles" - "God, Fatherland, and Motherhood".  In our case 2016, it is non whites, Black, Muslims, Mexicans, GLTQ people, women and abortion rights, and the environment that will be the targets of this "resurrent America"... and why would anyone want to "unite " with this?? In the name of humanity, I will not unite, collaborate, conciliate, nor capitulate to a fascist America.

In this light I offer a statement / message that is being distributed throughout this country and where ever people are protesting and resisting, including to people in other countries who are looking to us to see what we will do. Here is the link:  

http://www.revcom.us/a/464/in-the-name-of-humanity-we-refuse-to-accept-a-fascist-america-en.­html

While I encourage everyone to read  by following the link, I am also going to post the message below.

In the Name of Humanity,
We REFUSE To Accept a Fascist America
Rise Up... Get Into The Streets... Unite With People Everywhere
to Build Up Resistance in Every Way You Can
Don’t Stop: Don’t Conciliate... Don’t Accommodate... Don’t Collaborate
 
Donald Trump has now won the presidency. Under the slogan “Make America Great Again,” he has viciously attacked Mexicans and Muslims, threatened to deport millions and boasted that he will build walls and close borders. He incites people to fear and hate those who are “different,” or who come from other countries or nationalities, or practice different religions. He crudely demeans and degrades women, and openly boasts about molesting them. He’s a champion of white supremacy who has insulted and threatened Black people, and whipped up a racist lynch-mob mentality. Trump has mocked the disabled.  He is an aggressive and unapologetic militarist, who threatens to use nuclear weapons and will have his fingers on the nuclear codes. He openly advocates war crimes and crimes against humanity"including torture and killing the families of people accused of terrorism. He plans to pack the Supreme Court with justices who will gut and reverse the right to abortion, gay rights, and other important legal rights. He calls climate change a hoax and his policies will wreak further devastation on the environment. He has attacked and threatened the press and stirred up his supporters to do the same. Trump has utter contempt for facts and the truth, and consistently lies to advance his agenda. As for the rule of law, Trump went so far as to openly threaten his opponent, Hillary Clinton, not only with jail, but even assassination. Donald Trump is an outright fascist. And he is now the president-elect.

Fascism is a very serious thing. Fascism foments and relies on xenophobic nationalism, racism, and the aggressive reinstitution of oppressive “traditional values.” Fascism feeds on and encourages the threat and use of violence to build a movement and come to power. Fascism, once in power, essentially eliminates traditional democratic rights. Fascism attacks, jails, and executes its opponents, and launches violent mob attacks on “minorities.” In **** Germany in the 1930s and ’40s, under ******, fascism did all these things. They imprisoned millions in concentration camps and exterminated millions of Jews, Roma people (Gypsies), and other “undesirables.” And ****** did almost all of this through the established institutions and the “rule of law.” This is where this goes. And yes, ****** himself could “talk graciously” when he felt it would serve his interests and lull his opponents.

Trump did not even win the popular vote, (even though he did win the “electoral college” which decides elections in the U.S.). ****** himself came to power through democratic procedures, including through the process of elections. Should people have accepted ******?! Unfortunately, they did, at a horrific cost to humanity. Today, with nuclear weapons, that cost could be far higher.  

In the name of humanity, we must refuse to accept a fascist America!
The fact that Trump won as many votes as he did must be understood. The fact that he got more than even 10 percent of the vote is disgraceful and reveals some very ugly things about America. So why did this happen? The world today is turbulent, full of changes. Those who supported Trump’s fascist program were overwhelmingly sections of white people, especially but not only white men, who yearn for the days of open white supremacy and American global *******, and the blatant subjugation of women. A significant minority of white people did oppose him, but we have to confront how deep the racism, the national chauvinism, and the hatred of women is woven into this society... and not give in to this, but vigorously challenge and fiercely oppose it. 

But even more than this, Trump was backed by powerful forces in this society. Beyond those who directly supported him, the media, the Democratic Party, and others treated him as a legitimate candidate, refused to call him out as the fascist he is, and now call on everyone to accept his ascension to power. All the major powerful forces in this society bear the responsibility"it is they who have, over decades, either built up this fascist force or have “enabled” it.

You cannot try to “wait things out” with fascists. Those who lived through ******’s Germany and sat on the sidelines, looking on as ****** rounded up one group after another, became shameful collaborators with monstrous crimes against humanity. Trump and his regime must be resisted and defied, beginning now, in many different ways and in every corner of society. 

Reconciliation and collaboration would be nothing less than criminal and deadly. Literally. Come together... resist... and let the whole world know that we will not allow this to stand!
                                          **revcom.us

I'm a ***** so a ***** what i gotta be, better yet a ***** what I'm supposed to be, **** you my *****, he my *****, she my *****, if you my ***** then ***** get down on your knees, and farm for free for me, I want whips and chains on you and not in a ****** steez, I ain't askin but, ***** please, you white and you my *****, *****,  but he's white and he ain't a ***** cuz he ain't my *****, so ***** what you mean, do you know the term, how it demeans and what it brings, the meaning and how it stings, that's my *****, so how much will you pay for this ******, this ****** here, or that ***** there, when its not said in a room full of ******, the *****, *****, ***** word brings chills that creep and crawl down your spine, will have a room full of white folk feeling uneasy and a little bit queazy, is that my ***** there? Your my ***** so ***** come here, I love all you ******, that term used to bring ****** shackled up into external and internal fear

Why are we so lazy to even write out happy birthday and we have to use HBD? gosh, that just demeans the whole birthday! Well today is my friend Dani Chase's birthday, go check her out shes pretty cool and writes good stuff, but just wanted to tell her happy birthday and thank you for everything; for being a my rock when i went all crazy and fangirly, for being there to share my own bsge stresses, for being all tomboy up in here with me :) happy birthday, dear, i hope you have a good one with all your wishes coming true! :D and thank you, there are no words to describe how grateful i am to have you ^~^
and ps, dont struggle when we come to kidnap you for an adventure someday this week ;)

I had a talk with myself in the shower
It was a long overdue conversation
The suds of the shampoo blurred my vision
And they seemed to cloud my thoughts too
If he came back would you be strong?
Would you hold your hard-earned place?
Or would you break down like a house of cards?
Shattering your emotions like a China vase?
I would be the independent girl I am getting to know
The girl I see clearer in the mirror everyday
The one that would tell him to leave me alone and go his own way
He had his chance now I'm taken
By someone who loves me for everything
Who sees my flaws and embraces them
Not notices and demeans them
I am taken by myself.
A better long awaited self.
I turned the water off and stepped out,
Cleansed in more ways than one.

Who else but only the miser knows
Preciousness of attachment!*

He would not easily give up, not easily part
Loss of what he values easily breaks his heart!

He demeans not one object, knows to love not discard
Treasures each possession, each zealously guards!

Nothing for him grows old, with each he’s intimate
His ownership is blind, associations passionate!

Never demean the miser, rather adore his commitment
None else but only he knows true meanings of attachment!

The reason I left was not of your being
It was that side of you kept well hidden, not for seeing
The preliminary basis of a concealed fact
A genuine warning sign maintained with tact
It restrains your hands and demeans your worth
While contemplating the test next time around that you'll see Earth
Slender body in my arms but your vision is crying
A feeling so horrible to give up trying
Dying each day to be born anew
With Depraved Heart sentience for filling that shoe

At first in your voice I heard inspirational phrases
Peering through the rain for better weather phases
Fighting and twisting to match their ennui
But you bounded through all the reciprocity
Catching the vapor updraft with that shy grin
Remembering the skin you're wearing is genuine
You march to that drum beat sounding the lightning storm
Of A cold heart blowing in the wind, unaware that it's warm

So in breaking your heart you'll hear love again and take flight
Prance with every step and paint a newly blank canvas full of fight
The part of you crying, "missing puzzle piece hidden in plain sight!"
Is the very same light within you I've seen shine so bright
And know I came to realize by the end of this night...
The next day and Tomorrow are yours to write

The thoughts I've had these past days,
Has led to a war.
A war I've denied my mind the knowledge of knowing
That I'm fighting a war within myself.
But oh, how my heart knew.

Choices and decisions are at my doorstep knocking on wall of my heart.
The entrance has been blocked,
Blocked by fear and doubt that has consumed me.
I've been afraid to decide,
Afraid to choose.

Maybe the choice has never been mine to make,
But mine to follow.
Maybe for once, I must humble the leadership role I have chosen for myself.
And silence my heart that demeans my mind.
Maybe it's time to trust,
Time to hope, time to be free.

After all, who is the one who is writing my story?
It certainly isn't me.
I surrender it all to You.

The Wordsmith
He looked exactly like the type. A boy who would grow up to be a man married to a woman who would raise his beautiful children, three or five of them, would soon find himself facing a mid-life crisis. Bored and lost, he goes out to find himself---in the arms of another much younger, more beautiful woman. Finally finding what he has always been missing, he divorces his wife, blinded by the intense emotion he feels for the younger one.

He forgets--- they all forget that the youth are restless.
And he would soon find himself alone.

Watch out for the wordsmith. He comes in a distinct form. Hair unwashed for a day or two, beard long and over-grown; normally hunched with a hand underneath his chin, eyes luxuriously grazing through the pages of his book. In his bag a journal or a sketchpad, or maybe even both may always be found.

He is loyal to none but one: loneliness.

Beware of the wordsmith, his words will echo through the bowels of your mind after he has been long gone.

2. The Good-doer
He is perfect; the sort of fella that makes up every parent’s wet-dream. He would have graduated high school with honors, went home before his curfew, received a college-scholarship, and attends religious activities zealously.
You would see him for the first time in a congregation or talk of some sort, engaged in a deep conversation with a friend or two.
They might’ve been arguing about probabilities and theories; existential questions and what-not. You’d give him a second glance… or a third. You’d notice the book he holds and chat animatedly about it.
He’ll be amused, or in awe.
You won’t be quite sure which.
He’s the type who has never met a pretty girl who can hold intelligent conversation about books.

Raised well, he treats women politely and correctly, through and through a gentleman. But he secretly demeans them.

Stay away from this sort.

He’s bound to marry a trophy: a lady of the same background, who knows nothing but to raise children.
Five years down the road, you would see his picture-perfect family. They all happily walk out the doors of the church.

3. The Player
No. He is not a Casanova, not a smooth talker, not the Romeo. He is the man who never grew up. He is the one who is plagued with the Peter-pan syndrome, in constant need of stories and games. He will claim to need you—believe him. He does. Every baby needs its care-taker.
You would want to be needed the way he needs you. You would want to worry and fuss after him but you will tire, the way all mothers do.
Soon, instead of being thankful, he will grow weary of you. He will isolate himself in the bedroom. Playing endlessly the games you have gifted him; emerging from his cave from time to time—only when he’s ***** or hungry—never when you need him.

Years would pass him by.

He’ll realize how sad and lonely he has become.
One day, they’ll find him cold dead on the bedroom floor.

4. The Seeker
He knows what he wants and makes sure he gets what he wants. A top-notch business man, a CEO of some company; grew up in a rich family. This man knows what he wants and makes sure he gets what he wants.

Be sure you can’t be bought.

Lock your heart, for there lies your treasure. Treasure this dragon will surely devour.

5. The Savior*
He has always been there since Day 1.

You had never noticed... till *it was too late.

A turn of the torso in the hall
          Be it to look back or forward
          Past or beyond the past
          Is not necessarily wrong at all
Unless of course the owner of the turn
          Is twisting therein arrogance
          Or with an unsettling voice
          Which demeans all others in the hall
But if such a twisting diaphragm can actually sing
          Then arrogance is more all the more tolerable
          And not so much a problem at all
Because the sound will be beautiful*
          Even if the character is not beautiful at all

I'm not "Religious".
I believe in sin (Wink wink- If you know what I mean)
but I don't believe in religion when it cajoles or demeans.
Yet there is a ray of light in the windows of my dreams.
And it calls to me in a voice at once radiant and dim.

I call it the universe, but were I Religious, I'd call it "Him".

I am not loud, nor do I preach.
I believe in soft voices, and hymns sung only in one's head.
I believe in the reach of silence, broad and inky and welcoming.
I believe in my own inner thoughts and their peace (and too, their dread)
Yet there is a voice that tells me, in words softly said
that sometimes only the loudest sermons truly can teach.

I am non-religious, and I have been for a while.
I believe in dulcet whispers, and the sweet touch of sin.
I believe in Metal Music, and the musical devil within.
Then why, whenever I see someone capitalize "Him"
does my mouth turn up at the corners,
and grant me an unasked, yet welcome smile?

The One Word that should be Stricken
                      (My Opinion)

I work for a company that has a contract with a major corporation with more than 1200 employees, which consists of  a diversified, ethnic population, none of whom I would ever consider to be a "minority."

"Minority", is a devisive word. It catagorizes, classifies, demeans, degrades,  and at its worse, creates and enhances prejudices.  If "All men(and women) are created equal", then the word "minority" should ride off into the sunset.

and they're right, those parents who almost
**** each other on the sunday football pitch sidelines,
because what sane person these days
would want their child to be educated,
to practice the butchery of being a surgeon
to prescribing cures of ailments
over the counter at a pharmacy,
when we can all agree of
the universal cure that's paracetamol
in the infamous n.h.s.,
where everyone aspires
to karaoke stardom
and becoming a footballer,
or a televised version of the ugly
prostitution where you're no longer
the one engaging but the salivating
pundit...
i did remark once: only idiots educate
themselves these days, as proven by "no-platform"
concerns about "insulting" / generating
emotions of whatever nature in those listening;
i actually find being educated to a university
level quiet damnable...
but then i'm speaking about the times
when the labour government was in power
and tuition fees were just slightly over
one thousand pounds...
i'm in debt of over £10,000,
and i'm not paying them back...
because why would i educate myself
and end up working in a supermarket?
i would have gone straight to the supermarket
and would have probably loved it...
i rather be a drunkard,
or as some might say: why bother with ingenuity
when you can get an algorithm to do it for you?
society is always looking for educated idiots,
most of these educated idiots would have happily
laboured manually, but by educating them
they find manual labour not so much demeaning
as obstructive in terms of what they learnt
when what they learnt is precisely the obstruction
of non-applicability that demeans a healthy
relation to perform manual labour, and come
the weekend - party party party!
i really wish they could un-educate me
to perform the supposedly "menial" labour...
at least my mind would not be trapped
in an insomniac fun-fare of pointless concerns
equatable with stacking shelves of depleting
products on supermarket shelves
that don't really require much existential angst;
and yeah continental existentialism
was translated as english pragmatism -
thought out of every instant became
out of every instant solving the problem of thinking,
many a many quirks and hobbies,
as one modern and powerful russian noted:
that island is filled with a bunch of fairies and
eccentrics who wear the right shoe on the left
foot and the left shoe on the right foot -
well, if that isn't the case then my liver just said that
overpowering my soul: bring in borat yeltsin's
talking head, i'm about to memorise the game
between deep blue v. kasparov reciting out the moves;
******* of a dance-floor, mind you.

"What happened to Isaiah?"
"He was killed by a bunch of wild pigs"
"In fact, there were several others that were
injured by them."
"Really! What happened? Why were those pigs....?"
"Why were they running wild?"
Remember that crazy man that lived up there
in the cemetery?"
"Oh you mean that old demean possessed man? I
heard that he had been chained down and he just
snapped them apart like breaking a small twig."
"Yeah, that's the man. Well this man called Jesus, went
up and talked to him for a minute or so, found out his
name was Legien or  something like that and than in
a real adhortative voice demanded that those demeans
come out of him, but at first they didn't want to, but then
ask that Jesus man to put them into all those pigs, and that's
what made them so wild."
"Yeah and I heard there were hundreds of them, maybe thousands of them, and when those demeans went into them
they ran like crazy down the hill, ran over some people, killed
ol' Isaiah  and injured a bunch of others and ran right into
the sea and drowned because pigs can't swim."
                             SPIRITUAL APPLICATION
There are several spiritual applications contained within this acct of Jesus casting out the demons from this man.


1.When Jesus first encountered the demon possessed man,
the demons cried out through the mouth of him, recognizing
Jesus as "The Son of God, most high" (Lk.8:28)  That shows
more reverence for Jesus than many do today.

2.They feared Him, knowing they were defenseless against him, ("I beseech thee (I beg of you) torment me not." Vs. 28) once again showing more fear for the power of God than many today.

3.No man could tame him; nor can man by himself, change
his sinfulness - Rom. 3:10 We are saved from the consequence's of sin, not by our works of goodness, but by the power ad grace of God.

4. In bookof Matt. the demons said "Torment me not "before the time". Rev. 20:10 tells about a time that Satan and all his co-harts will be cast into the Lake of Fire to be tormented day and night for ever and ever. This is also true of all who died unsaved, unbelieving in Jesus Christ as personal Savior. Vs. 15 "And whosoever was not found in the Book of Life were cast into the Lake of fire."

5. He lived among the dead. Dear readers, all of us before we believed in Jesus Christ as our sin-bearer and Savior, we  were "dead in trespasses and sin"- Eph.2:1 "You were dead in trespasses and sin"
   a. I have a preacher friend who would say when I greeted him -
     "How are you today?" He would say, "Well I'm still living among
       the dead."  As opposed to, living among the living in Heaven.
   b. The majority of humanity, are dead in sin, just a heart beat away
       from a tomb in a cemetery. At the same time, all men. women
       and young people are just a prayer away from a mansion
       in Heaven.
  c "Dear God, please be merciful to me a sinner  and save me for
       Jesus sake.
6. He was naked, "He wore no clothes" Matt. 8:27
   a. In the Bible, nakedness is synonymous with sinfulness. Adam &
       Eve had no awareness of being naked until after they had
      disobeyed God's commandment about the tree of good and evil.
    b. Ex. 22 is the record of the Israelites dancing and partying
        naked.
    c. Lam. 4:21 associates Associates drunkenness's with nakedness -
    d. I'm just showing how nakedness and sin walks hand in hand.
    e. Nakedness and righteousness doesn't grow on the same tree
       or in the same garden.
. 7. After the demons were commanded to leave the man's body and
     mind, they requested to be cast into a herd of swine Mark 8:32-33
     which Jesus graciously permitted.
   a. Two questions often ask,
        1. Why did the demons want to enter into the swine?
        2. Why did Jesus grant their request?
   b. Question #1. They preferred to be cast into the swine rather than
       into the "deep" i.e. the Lake of Fire, Rev. 20:10, 14-15.  
  c. Question #2 Because God is gracious and sometimes does
      answer the prayers of the unsaved.  
    (1a.) Cain -Gen. 4:13-14
    (2a.) Hagar-Gen. 16:8-13
    (3a.) Personal testimonies of unsaved.  
8. The man desired to be with Jesus, which would be a  natural
    desire after being freed from demonic control, but Jesus exhorted
    him to go to his family and tell them what great miracle Jesus
    had performed.
a. He not only told his family, but told the entire city. He did what
     Jesus last commandment was to all believers, just before His
     ascension -"Go into the world and preach the Gospel to every
    creature."







He was naked -
He was clothed was quiet
He desired to follow Jesus
Jesus told him to tell others

It's all quiet on the western front
When towers fall and empires crumble
When storms ravage half a country
A thousand screams are silenced by a handful

It's all quiet on the western front
When mothers mourn and monsters meet
Inside of laminate portfolios
With bright futures and buried pleasures

It's all quiet on the western front
When seconds make cents
And it no longer makes sense
To tell them that you love them
Without paper doing it as well as
The trees they carved their names in

It's all quiet on the western front
When blood is used as currency
To buy and polish ammunition
From nations drowning
In the smell of rusted crimson
And think of the children
Who are armed to the teeth
With spite and grief and melancholy
Against the thrumming of their rib cages
With rounds discharged like the veterans
Who were just in the wrong place
But at what time
Did the commander think it wise
To drop explosives on civilians?

It's all quiet on the western front
When business is just for staying busy
Complacent couples with granite counters
Correcting their children in their grammar
Or their choices in careers

It's all quiet on the western front
When adding two and two together
Becomes menial work pushed to the
Calculators made by cracked palms
And shaking fingers which we pay
2 dollars an hour
To do the tasks our brittle bodies
Had enough of the first time a television
Switched on, the first time someone
Picked up a bottle, the first cigarette ever lit
in the suburbs

And the yelling is done in an organized fashion
With labels thrown up in the air
And as the prosecution rests
The poor boy's family hold their heads
As if the ceiling would start to cave in
On itself and like the system
It is truly hell to barely scrape
By life only to brush by death's
Shoulder and regret 300 years worth of unity
Which separates the equal and demeans
Those who try to be
And to those peering out across
The scarlet sea, the shine
And gold may be worth the trials and
Tribulations but tenacious souls
Need only know that gold is rock and
Crystal sheen is merely a reflection
Of the destruction and the silence
And the demons that we will not confront

And in the presence of a microphone
The world falls still
And wonders if the speaker will respond
Or if they won't


It's still all quiet on the western front.

the problem with most psychiatrists, is that they treat their patients like paediatricians - a terrible flaw, actually: psychiatry is a very subtle form of paediatrics: among the few that i saw, i found one uttering aloud the phrase: he was abused as a child - which i inverted and boxed him in, meaning he was thinking aloud about himself; well, he was Asian after all, and we all know the deal with tiger moms instilling sadistic ambitions into their children, just so they can look the part, right? indeed, psychiatry is an elementary form of medicine, they can shout their theories on the brain's chemical imbalances all they want, deaf ears here from London to Aberdeen... politics is crass... yes, i said alcoholism is a variant of metabolism, a prime sedative, i could be a killer, instead i'm cool, it's raining and above me the Icelandic smog of grey skies, i love it: please post those "wish you were here" postcards from Bahamas to Santa Claus who desires an: unwanted gifts policy. i like this ****-hole, akinned (should be a word, variant of likened, i.e. rather than akin to, akinned) with - ah, godly be: we insert the ****** и               in the indefinite article if a word subscribes to start with a vowel, tongue tornado tie off the Latin - basic unit of sound (æ) - you can become an atomic linguist within a blink of an eye, always the humanists' rebellion given the grand scientific oratory belittling us - but we never write then                when the index vector points at an ear... or a nose; the ear, the oat meal sufficiency to size up to the ordeal of the day ahead, starters, fibrous delayed energy. poets? rhyme has been stolen by pocket pop and grizzly rock, poets want to imitate rappers... just do what the r.e.m. lyrics of man on the moon did to the nirvana yeah yeah yeah... quick rhyming... debased, anything but the whitey expression is far from the supposed "cool"; i don't know slang is fashion, or a revision of the 20th century: the futurists haven't really given us anything but extra flare of the 70s donned on the shoulders. still, i think that psychiatry is a form of paediatrics - it demeans people, they haven't realised the extra limbs, offshoots from the abstract version of the brain: the mind - the fear of the lost narrator, when thinking becomes automated and with recurrent themes, the Narcissus frozen in the mirror... and that's scarier than a vampire without a reflection... the automation of thinking rather than a narrative, that's the fear, and indeed few people can still attract a cognitive narrative in later years, given the clogs and cogs of our daily activity, jobs so trivial, jobs so pointless... but this is the world were we have limited elemental invasions of safety, tamed the earth, tamed the seas, tamed the waters, and suddenly we have no room to breathe. from a world of Coliseum antics and survival thrills, we're being squashed by our own improvements... thinking has rarely involved an escape from Alcatraz, but thinking is a variation of being, when thinking becomes a medium of escapism, not necessarily righting the world with fiction; enter philosophy and grit. when thinking can also include in its many other facets a variation of entertainment, and memory becomes cinema, and imagination is squashed by the overpowering tendency to concentrate. retiring after a prolonged strain of repetition will make a few if not a growing minority succumb to the ill management of possessing money and living in a civilisation, rather than not possessing money and living in a tribalism; i always admired the bums, i figured: Diogenes of Sinope...  Rasputin...              i'll miss the music i collected paying due dues to artists, and my library of eccentric reading... that's what i'll miss... and with death: a thrill, a look ahead... from the 1990s and into the present date, so many changes: the shrinking of televisions and mobile phones... the internet becoming mobile... we've never had it so good... and that constant plea in our minds: god give us back the strife and the necessary physical exertion, for we have truly created the comforts of heaven for ourselves, but never thought that boredom would be the byproduct asset we tried to conquer with logical games, logical games that preceded the logical argument of philosophy: crosswords before Aristotle, or Kant... fickle things these games... i leave you with the notion: logical games can be prescribed by mathematical encoding, the Japanese su doku - but leave the encoding of sounds with the narrative, don't even bother pledging your time to crosswords: learn to internalise a storytelling that was once apparent among tribes by the campfire.

You're a beauty.
Haven't I told you this?
                   Darling why can't you hear me?

Hush, no don't think of it - let me
take that back. I know why.
Because for all my screaming
their whispers are louder

              Please,
Please don't forget
this broken, unsure shadow you're becoming
isn't you
Not all of you.
Even as you crumble I can spot your light
your sweet, gentle soul
that curses and demeans to protect yourself
but you never mean it
and so I can't keep my eyes off of you

but my heart is speaking
telling me:

demons destroy
but make a beautiful mess
I begin to see more
but I start to know less

I see how the scars lie deep in your wrists
but I come up with nothing
there's no way to fix you
because you aren't defeated
Sweetheart, you're lost
Can't you find me?


Find me Treasure, I'm calling!


                                                      ­        she made more scars
                                                           fell too hard
                                                         and no one heard from her again



It's killing me, Love
My voice never wavered - steady all through.
just once
just once
you should have listened to me
and believed in you




                                  **i once felt ruined and ripped apart
                                            i just smile now
                                      remembering that I can sew

Sometimes I have these thoughts

They cause my stomach to tie up in knots

They tend to whisper, hidden in the seems

But when I'm alone they scream

Oh they scream

They scream and they scream and they scream

Engulfing me in their truth or their lies

The lies, oh the lies that it cries

They scream out these things

To make a rope swing

To hurt myself in the strangest of means

They point out every flaw, me it demeans

They tell me of the love I'll never receive

Tearing away every piece of me

Causing me to bleed

Oh to bleed is the only relief

Sometimes I have these thoughts

They cause my stomach to tie up in knots

They tend to whisper, hidden in the seems

But when I'm alone...

They scream

I'm not afraid to tell you I love you
Just afraid you won't need me
So independent will my passes at you be in vain?
I could make you feel special  yet
You indulge all that demeans
Like a discarded servant
You live to be controlled only by
Those who have no interest
My minds draws a blank when I think of us

if i'm ever going to be a beta
male feminist, i'd start from here:

transgenderism
is demeaning towards
women...

humanize what?

     my godmother
has a... "slightly" masculine
voice...

what about Rod Steward
or Ecclestone?
those munchkins
who are into
Amazonian women,
with fingers
longer than their erections?

you seriously can't
pander to all the nuts and
expect peanut butter
at the end of it...

****'s all jammy by
the end of your
little tirade over
  the Chamberlain-Heimlich
cracking an egg...

transgenderism
demeans women...
   homosexuality was one thing...
but this... this ****
is quiet another.

look: i don't know what
the solution is...
pandering these *******
isn't exactly on my
list... whatever the English
are into...
with their fetish for
the Thai surprise...
      
       i just thought that...
if you're going to go transgender,
like i have done so momentarily,
this normalization...
   demeans women.

now you can say it:
gosh! i'm so off off offended!

I want to live in the
deepest parts of your mind,
Where I can dream of you
in colors that don't exist.
Where love has no boundaries,
Or limits.
To see only as far as our eyes
will let us.
We are but one thread within eachother,
A merge of flocking feathers.
I shall catch your heart in its midst
to endure the sadness that only we can imagine,
As we drift away from the pain that only hurts.
Time is the only thing I sacrifice.
How much will she steal from me?
Beauty is beyond relentless.
She demeans the meaning of love,
Only but a nightmare I have dreamed of.

Animals have suffered more from negative language stereotyping than all the others, and demeans them so constantly that they created an environment that allows all sorts of cruelties, many too horrendous to describe!
An animal is 'it' instead of 'he' or 'she', this perpetuates our view of them as 'things' rather than individuals and is a major first step towards cutting them up for meat and leather, testing drugs/cosmetics/ household products on their bodies, and tearing off their coats for furs!!!
Those who have pets are referred to as 'owners' rather than guardians/care givers/companions, reinforcing the idea that they are property much as slaves were considered property.
***** rat
Filthy pig
Acting like an ***
***** dog
She's a *****
Ugly duckling
There's more than one way to skin a cat
Behaving like an animal
Making a monkey out of someone
Killing 2 birds with one stone
Working like a horse
You're chicken
There are many more! Please think before uttering them and tell others.

yeah everybody
peep me and my scenery
in the ghettos
where y'all find me
sippin' cheap brewery
with the flossin jewelry
breakin the slavery
mentality placed on me
since I was a baby
I knew something was wrong
white superiority
think they got the authority
to rule ove us blacks
as a minority but majority
waking up
to the *******
blacks folks history
ain't start on no slave ships
that's just a cover
to keeps us under
the thrills of the concrete jungle yeah we rumble
as problems grow
thicker than Louisiana gumbo I know
I'm infinite with this rhyme I kick
like cement laid to bricks
I'm building foundation
unification to the black nation
fist in the air
guns right here
waitin for their infiltration cuz....


breaking suspense
cuz I'm angelic sent
In the forms of embezzlement
hell naw this ain't
embellishment
tryna ****. The racist ***
establishment they got me bent
crooked I in the media eyes lies
told on the tv screen
Envisions us in a prisons dream
and it seems
they get off on
the blacks  man's bling
but hate it when we sing
about the cultural things
that destroy our demeans
I'm after the cream
with my team
yeah we taking over
better discover nations
soon to uncover
the lost treasures
my black skin is a curse and blessing got em stressing
and guessing
my next moves which proves
my point
let gun anoint
ya mind body and soul
I see you growing cold
that's just the entrance
through hells vestibule
knocking out comps
like Marciano
black as Othello
paint a perfect ******
call me the rap Michelangelo
if you ain't feelin my flow
meet ya wifey
death it's six feet below
come on....

They see a man, wearing saffron,
Sitting alone in the varendah of a broken temple;
I, along with the temple, am a relic to them,
A past,
Significance faded to obscurity,
There to be looked and frowned upon.
They shun my beliefs and question my faith,
"Why do you believe?
How do you believe?"
They take my silence for cowardice,
My credence as foolish.
"I am a dandelion", I say, head high in pride,
"And He the wind that destroys my body,
Makes my soul infinite."
Their laughter demeans me.
Yet I stay strong,
Believe me, I do.

But sometimes,
On beautiful, lonely nights,
I just stare at the rock that you are,
And cry as faith eludes me.

I look back at the mess I made with my life the people i heart. The dreams i have r you fading away and i can't reach you. i called your name but you did not answer I ran after you but could not keep up. I fell in a bottomless pint with those demeans but i awoke to an angle YOU were that angle

When someone says something hurtful to you,demeans you,insults you or humiliates you....you will feel angry and hurt and undoubtedly you have every right to feel so...but at that moment tell yourself this-"i will never do this to any person, what this person just did to me."

Ego is evil
Ego is shallow
Ego is society’s self image
Ego is a false sense of self worth
It demeans others
Ego thinks he’s better
A false sense of perception
Ego only masks our insecurities
Ego strips us from love and light
It is transparent
Ego is evil
Ego is a gift from the devil
It consumes us with darkness

You have to let it go
Lose control
Unthink
Penetrate
Lockness gone

The bizzare twist
Ironic plots
Synchronisations sake
Alive

Feel fuel burning
From fingertips light
Inhaling conscience
Desires

Center points
Plotting x and z
On scalic demeans

Concentrate
On the higher
Things

Ploring through
Time zonic tonic
Discussion closed

Rebirth
Reaknowledge
Stories told

Simple and divine
Asking heiresses
Jabbing hearts

Reliquient unheard of
Fortunes found
For hours on end

She will
Be mine

Susanna Berlinski  Nov 10
"...a lake of ignorance"? The "ink" that tattooists use, remains in the lymphatic (immune) system for a lifetime. Is it ignorant to compromise your ability to fight infection for a tattoo?

Eloi  
I do not force anyone to have a tattoo.
And if a person chooses personally to do something to their body which will only effect themselves negatively, then that’s not ignorant. What’s ignorant is people taking actions which is killing our environment and not caring that it’ll affect everyone else in the world. That is distinctly ignorant.

I do not know who the ******* think you are to question me this way when you have no idea who I am. Ironically, it’s incredibly ignorant. Thanks very much

Susanna Berlinski 
If you are a tattoo artiste, then you are knowingly poisoning dumb people, which demeans your worth as a human being. You are a hypocrite & a fraud. Bow your bleached head  in shame. Go, and sin no more.

Eloi  
You’re an absolute kook, Wow.

Susanna Berlinski 
I can't help you until you're ready to accept my help.

Eloi  
I don’t want your help. You really are psychotic.

Susanna Berlinski 
Let's discuss your father. Shall we?

Eloi  
What’s the matter with you?  Why’re you so hateful?

Susanna Berlinski
Does the F-word empower you? Your father disapproves of your vulgarity.  Perhaps it's good that your genetic lineage ends with you. The world would suffer needlessly feeding your progeny.

Eloi  
Haha you’re funny, Honestly, I’m humoured. I hope you have a lovely evening, God bless x

Susanna Berlinski  
You lost.

Susanna Berlinski  
You're a foul-mouthed hypocrite.

Eloi  
I haven’t lost anything, dear. You clearly have some issues, I’m just not going to stoop to your level. I’m not foul mouthed, nor a hypocrite. i really hope you can overcome whatever your issues are, I’m sorry that you’re burdened with them. I pray for you to find god and his peace. Good evening, god bless x

Susanna Berlinski  
You wrote this: "I do not know who the ******* think you are to question me  this way when you have no idea who I am." ~ You're a mental ******...

Eloi  
Everyone’s entitled to feeling anger, Swearing isn’t what makes someone foul mouthed, the meaning behind words that someone says is what is.

I truly am sorry for whatever has happened in your life for you to see the world like this, I hope god can find you.

Eloi  
God bless

Susanna Berlinski 
I want you and your father to come to an understanding.
Act as a lady, not like a drunken sailor on leave.
Stop swearing. Stop shacking up. Stop *******.

Eloi  
My father is dead sweetie. You know not who I am. I hope you can just find some peace.

Susanna Berlinski 
Your personal problems should remain personal. Stop  messaging me. I have no interest in fixing your wretched life.

Eloi  
Let me fix yours then

Eloi  
You clearly have some issues

"When this world finally collapses, a new one shall build and rise from its ashes."
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
"When the old world can end:
No blood shall be seized
And no sorrows exploited for selfish demeans."

                                                      ­       "When the new world can speak:
                                                          ­          it shall speak its name to me,
                                       it shall cry with temptation, envy and need."

"When the old world will burn:
it will light up a passion
and inspire a nation of lonely abstraction."

                                                  ­         "When the new world shall dance:
                                                          ­            it shall dance with its sisters
                                            a union protected by hand held conviction
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Our world was a reality, not destiny, but true
and this new world only lasts 8 hours and a few.
But the situation of imagination deprivation, this is dire.
So shut your eyes and let your mind rest for a while.
That night will come and this day will pass.
A universe painted and a galaxy grasped.
This is as season, its a feeling, its a wish,
The hope for the future is this dream that exists.

-By Anisah Mariah