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"inequalities" poems

Poverty Blurred Pigments of Red and blue Bring to mind the police Responding to our crises Aptly and alert Though upon arrival It’s pure brutality… They oppress and beat Abuse and misuse Break our spirits Lowering us deeper into this Depression… No… it’s and economic Recession… In which inequalities are abound For the rich stay rich While the poor fall hungry And We… The… People…. Fall beyond Poverty… Straight Through The misguided… Rage of the government… And Deeper than just a simple Economic Inequality… We’ve Reached The Poverty Stricken Greatest Recession…. Known As A Secondary Great Depression….

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Sep 12, 2009

Sep 12, 2009 at 4:12 PM UTC

Poverty Blurred Pigments of Red and blue Bring to mind the police Responding to our crises Aptly and alert Though upon arrival It’s pure brutality… They oppress and beat Abuse and misuse Break our spirits Lowering us deeper into this Depression… No… it’s and economic Recession… In which inequalities are abound For the rich stay rich While the poor fall hungry And We… The… People…. Fall beyond Poverty… Straight Through The misguided… Rage of the government… And Deeper than just a simple Economic Inequality… We’ve Reached The Poverty Stricken Greatest Recession…. Known As A Secondary Great Depression….

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I am somebody Shot in the Head... Found the bullets. Coroner Said. A child of God struck dead. Gang related disputing Fools. Aiming cowardly bullets right at you. I guess praying prayers just won't do. There is no safe in these hard knocks realities' Truths. Our Sista child! Our mother child! All the while the bodies pile. Her body now adds to that 'the shootings aren't as bad as last year' body count. Can't even stand anywhere in your city NOW? Something has to truly give. There's a plague of rigid legalities, relaxed moralities, and political realities stealing the 'safe' from our dying breed. The Black man withering away in siphoning inequalities. Doubling unemployment stretches outward like a statistical wild fire.... Our present fact. There is a genocidal component to these criminal acts. Copyrighted (C) Published in the 2018 Edition of the Reconstructed Literary and Visual Journal at Governors State University.

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Aug 19, 2018

Aug 19, 2018 at 11:30 AM UTC

claude-robert-hill-iv

**Chi Town Violence Steals Away the Community. **

I am somebody Shot in the Head... Found the bullets. Coroner Said. A child of God struck dead. Gang related disputing Fools. Aiming cowardly bullets right at you. I guess praying prayers just won't do. There is no safe in these hard knocks realities' Truths. Our Sista child! Our mother child! All the while the bodies pile. Her body now adds to that 'the shootings aren't as bad as last year' body count. Can't even stand anywhere in your city NOW? Something has to truly give. There's a plague of rigid legalities, relaxed moralities, and political realities stealing the 'safe' from our dying breed. The Black man withering away in siphoning inequalities. Doubling unemployment stretches outward like a statistical wild fire.... Our present fact. There is a genocidal component to these criminal acts. Copyrighted (C) Published in the 2018 Edition of the Reconstructed Literary and Visual Journal at Governors State University.

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I was born in a society where men rule Men are always stronger than women Men are smarter and more stable Men aren’t as emotional Men, men, men "Women are weak." they say Women are not weak, I thought Women bleed for days Women carry your babies Women survive **** and abuse Women, women, women Women, without them, men would cease to exist.

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Jan 2, 2014

Jan 2, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC

I was born in a society where men rule Men are always stronger than women Men are smarter and more stable Men aren’t as emotional Men, men, men "Women are weak." they say Women are not weak, I thought Women bleed for days Women carry your babies Women survive **** and abuse Women, women, women Women, without them, men would cease to exist.

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I locked eyes with the street last night and it dared me to turn away turn from the injustice inequalities ignorance move on to some romantic scene that lives outside the grey I wrapped its cold wet skin around my neck and began to shiver as the rocks began to scrape scratch slither in my veins as one hundred unknown faces paddled their way down river I tasted grief and empathy and the mix was all too vile more bitter than any sympathy symbiotic synergy gears were painting machinery cranking out disquiet and bile It was then I found its corner and the music it seemed to breathe and despite my hesitation hysteria hellish intent on fiction The asphalt smile began to grow and pave my mind at ease

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Apr 8, 2013

Apr 8, 2013 at 11:15 PM UTC

steven-hutchison

The Street 8/30

I locked eyes with the street last night and it dared me to turn away turn from the injustice inequalities ignorance move on to some romantic scene that lives outside the grey I wrapped its cold wet skin around my neck and began to shiver as the rocks began to scrape scratch slither in my veins as one hundred unknown faces paddled their way down river I tasted grief and empathy and the mix was all too vile more bitter than any sympathy symbiotic synergy gears were painting machinery cranking out disquiet and bile It was then I found its corner and the music it seemed to breathe and despite my hesitation hysteria hellish intent on fiction The asphalt smile began to grow and pave my mind at ease

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It is positively sublime watching Democrats eat their own. i thought they only snacked on Republicans and social inequalities. Before you start, stop calling me a Republican. My God, man, i have standards. i love sweet tea, but the only tea party i endorse is another Boston Tea Party. The only contribution i have for the cause is if i teabag your mom. Purely out of respect, you understand? Because i care too much... Delicious anarchy is upon us. i have brought popcorn, enough for us all, enjoy the show!! The sun will surely rise tomorrow. Probably. Most of us will still be here.

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Nov 14, 2013

Nov 14, 2013 at 7:18 PM UTC

Prime Time Showdown

It is positively sublime watching Democrats eat their own. i thought they only snacked on Republicans and social inequalities. Before you start, stop calling me a Republican. My God, man, i have standards. i love sweet tea, but the only tea party i endorse is another Boston Tea Party. The only contribution i have for the cause is if i teabag your mom. Purely out of respect, you understand? Because i care too much... Delicious anarchy is upon us. i have brought popcorn, enough for us all, enjoy the show!! The sun will surely rise tomorrow. Probably. Most of us will still be here.

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Though in dexterity my physically challenged carpenter father, Than the physically fit proves better,as a source to his anger, With contemporaries a level ground he enjoyed never! From late childhood there was one thing that me used to bother, why my so discriminated father On his turn true to cultural dictates,ill treats my domestic chores saddled mother And heeds not her say though by the sweat of their brow As responsible parents they were happily bringing my sister and I together? I still wonder why ,why ,why my sister who has IQ On par with me if not better,to help out mother Suffering a cold shoulder even by her mom was denied the right to pursue education further While I was given a chance to prove a man of letter(s)? I remember, crossing many a pool, barefooted, I used to trek A long distance to a nearby town's a school, Where for my provincial and shabby clothes I was seen a fool By the relatively rich in showing courtesy far from cool. Though stationery they didn't lack , sad,I had a hand tied behind my back. Alas,up on joining campus where I yearned for the sagacious a chance There too in my class,I was looked down by students Hailing from families of the top brass. When I went abroad for a higher education enjoying fellowship and donation Worse still, I met many, colour has coloured whose vision. Ironically my dissertation was drawing attention To why should the broad mass be standers by And with ill-fate marked die While the favoured ,racist and the corrupt few gobble over 3/4 of the pie? /

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Feb 8, 2016

Feb 8, 2016 at 3:11 AM UTC

alem-hailu-gkristos

Inequalities of all shades(revised)

Though in dexterity my physically challenged carpenter father, Than the physically fit proves better,as a source to his anger, With contemporaries a level ground he enjoyed never! From late childhood there was one thing that me used to bother, why my so discriminated father On his turn true to cultural dictates,ill treats my domestic chores saddled mother And heeds not her say though by the sweat of their brow As responsible parents they were happily bringing my sister and I together? I still wonder why ,why ,why my sister who has IQ On par with me if not better,to help out mother Suffering a cold shoulder even by her mom was denied the right to pursue education further While I was given a chance to prove a man of letter(s)? I remember, crossing many a pool, barefooted, I used to trek A long distance to a nearby town's a school, Where for my provincial and shabby clothes I was seen a fool By the relatively rich in showing courtesy far from cool. Though stationery they didn't lack , sad,I had a hand tied behind my back. Alas,up on joining campus where I yearned for the sagacious a chance There too in my class,I was looked down by students Hailing from families of the top brass. When I went abroad for a higher education enjoying fellowship and donation Worse still, I met many, colour has coloured whose vision. Ironically my dissertation was drawing attention To why should the broad mass be standers by And with ill-fate marked die While the favoured ,racist and the corrupt few gobble over 3/4 of the pie? /

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people are always like that if they dont like you, you deserve to not live if they dont like your work, you deserve to stop your hobby if they dont see what they want on you, you deserve to not be happy i cant understand why please stop living with those inequalities we all deserve to be us

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Apr 30, 2014

Apr 30, 2014 at 12:06 PM UTC

people are always like that if they dont like you, you deserve to not live if they dont like your work, you deserve to stop your hobby if they dont see what they want on you, you deserve to not be happy i cant understand why please stop living with those inequalities we all deserve to be us

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A lot of people come here just to survive I'm **** lucky but I'm not better than anyone It's such a beautiful world It's such a fallen world I have this dream that I want to build a home for a lot of people and myself too I try to be happy and strong but I cover up so much fear that I don't know who I am so I'm really dangerous. France, Korea, Panama, Kenya, Greece it may sound nice and international but it's hard to feel accepted when things change so much I think family is really important especially siblings. Life is not a lie Life is not a fantasy Life is enough to pain you Life is so close to death Guard your entry points You influence them, they influence you You could bring voice to a community Whether you fail or not, you try The way you think needs to be heard. We make a fuss about the dying but what can we do for the dying? Be a neighbor Be a friend We can be easily broken. I have enough skeletons in my closet. In spite of the inequalities all of us are spiritual beings and the one thing that is equal is the value of everyone's soul Jesus is very straight: You want to come with me? Come

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Mar 4, 2013

Mar 4, 2013 at 9:03 PM UTC

masikanicrocodile

Boarding School Roommate

A lot of people come here just to survive I'm **** lucky but I'm not better than anyone It's such a beautiful world It's such a fallen world I have this dream that I want to build a home for a lot of people and myself too I try to be happy and strong but I cover up so much fear that I don't know who I am so I'm really dangerous. France, Korea, Panama, Kenya, Greece it may sound nice and international but it's hard to feel accepted when things change so much I think family is really important especially siblings. Life is not a lie Life is not a fantasy Life is enough to pain you Life is so close to death Guard your entry points You influence them, they influence you You could bring voice to a community Whether you fail or not, you try The way you think needs to be heard. We make a fuss about the dying but what can we do for the dying? Be a neighbor Be a friend We can be easily broken. I have enough skeletons in my closet. In spite of the inequalities all of us are spiritual beings and the one thing that is equal is the value of everyone's soul Jesus is very straight: You want to come with me? Come

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Life seldom grants us absolutes Before the truth of reason Comparison was treason Ignoring the fact That some have and some lack Was common practice Justice was lackluster Politicians and business men Were fluff and lots of bluster But now with all the information we have Reason and comparison should be elevated Inequalities should be seriously debated Not with flowery words which inform so little But conceal so much, but with science Because facts find hidden truths revealed And there is seldom to much truth

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Dec 13, 2014

Dec 13, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC

Reason and Comparison

Life seldom grants us absolutes Before the truth of reason Comparison was treason Ignoring the fact That some have and some lack Was common practice Justice was lackluster Politicians and business men Were fluff and lots of bluster But now with all the information we have Reason and comparison should be elevated Inequalities should be seriously debated Not with flowery words which inform so little But conceal so much, but with science Because facts find hidden truths revealed And there is seldom to much truth

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Come these never ending tales of war has took its toll in all of us. where freedom was compromised, false judgement was thrown at us. I adhere to correct them all without burning bridges on opposite tail ends. as people misunderstand with their small minds, I Stand oppressive until this strong bark bends. Let me free your harrased mind, despite of these known inequalities. Please Pardon me for my words, we all want to end this in tranquility we are intelligent just enough to know our selves, our needs and wants just hidden inside our chests knowing that all these months, I've scratched your back, I hope you'll do the same in this wicked test. You've all wore this masks, battle faced, I am amused I became the villain. this was never the same scenario where I am lost and I've abstained. I can never guide your rituals. come as you are, friends? you've all grown up and matured for this. I have got no plans to ****** my belongings. It is your choice. you got all of these. I never wished to betray nor consider you all in the past. but what I've felt it gives me sorrow. to know that I am not part of your tomorrow. Never wanting to compromise but there's a feeling that I've been sacrificed. I am raising the white flag. but leaving all of you will be a throw of a dice

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Feb 5, 2013

Feb 5, 2013 at 10:11 PM UTC

Throw of a dice

Come these never ending tales of war has took its toll in all of us. where freedom was compromised, false judgement was thrown at us. I adhere to correct them all without burning bridges on opposite tail ends. as people misunderstand with their small minds, I Stand oppressive until this strong bark bends. Let me free your harrased mind, despite of these known inequalities. Please Pardon me for my words, we all want to end this in tranquility we are intelligent just enough to know our selves, our needs and wants just hidden inside our chests knowing that all these months, I've scratched your back, I hope you'll do the same in this wicked test. You've all wore this masks, battle faced, I am amused I became the villain. this was never the same scenario where I am lost and I've abstained. I can never guide your rituals. come as you are, friends? you've all grown up and matured for this. I have got no plans to ****** my belongings. It is your choice. you got all of these. I never wished to betray nor consider you all in the past. but what I've felt it gives me sorrow. to know that I am not part of your tomorrow. Never wanting to compromise but there's a feeling that I've been sacrificed. I am raising the white flag. but leaving all of you will be a throw of a dice

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Look at us, The thirst for green is disgusting We exploit the lands which aren't ours We bury the children with so much potential in their eyes So that we can make a buck or buy a cheaper HDTV Why should a capitalist care If a Brazilian child is dying in their mother's fragile arms, It's one less mouth for the world to feed And less food for them means more to feed our obese bellies They say we have evolved so much in the past millennium When in reality we are exactly the same but with new inventions And more toys yet we still complain It's always been about power Yet the world is in a worse condition because equality is a non existent term Just like freedom of speech And the good guy of war Don't you see what is going on? Yet we prefer not to see because it is too depressing Or doesn't affect our daily lives Look at the inequalities of our own country There are men women and children starving on the street Our privileged leaders send those away who only wanted a chance to fight for something that nobody should believe in. Keep turning a blind eye and see where that leads you in your life Because remember you aren't taking anything with you Except your memories on the day in which you die

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Sep 17, 2010

Sep 17, 2010 at 12:09 AM UTC

Thirst for Green

Look at us, The thirst for green is disgusting We exploit the lands which aren't ours We bury the children with so much potential in their eyes So that we can make a buck or buy a cheaper HDTV Why should a capitalist care If a Brazilian child is dying in their mother's fragile arms, It's one less mouth for the world to feed And less food for them means more to feed our obese bellies They say we have evolved so much in the past millennium When in reality we are exactly the same but with new inventions And more toys yet we still complain It's always been about power Yet the world is in a worse condition because equality is a non existent term Just like freedom of speech And the good guy of war Don't you see what is going on? Yet we prefer not to see because it is too depressing Or doesn't affect our daily lives Look at the inequalities of our own country There are men women and children starving on the street Our privileged leaders send those away who only wanted a chance to fight for something that nobody should believe in. Keep turning a blind eye and see where that leads you in your life Because remember you aren't taking anything with you Except your memories on the day in which you die

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*standing on the threshold of change, I await a fresh-line but the universe may be unready if not, I may take to choppy-waters all by myself* 1. if we are all stuck in the jam of time perhaps, if we spread it out real thin some of us could actually lift off and catch a ride.. out free some hostage from the twisting temporal-joints and the wool-gatherers mind their business and footsore beggars dine on exotic-things deep in the heart of the jungle where Nebuchadnezzar parked his dreams of old by saving your surprise for a weekday jaunt we limp on in the vacant-dust of paradox yet get unavoidably detained by the present undo the ribbons and the package may unfold its.. things espy the tick-tock riding the margin of fright common sense of morn lies delightfully unfinished and the wrong side of a bold idea gets squashed the brain-weary ingest their lot and plough on through thickets of tricky-fate while tiptoeing silent on the farthest-blades of brimstone holding subtly aloft.. the frankness of aiding-spectres 2. balloon of green, balloon of blue hold out your hand and pray you get no inequalities of flame easy catch of the sound of science scoffing in the parlour when we try to do something different; take a chance uncivilised-humour will argue the rings off your punctured-lobes any germ of new plan must needs be nurtured let any frenemy go; intolerant-ilk do better by their vacuous selves remarkably convenient there's almost enough water in the well to soak up the ivory-rays and let them fly and there's a breeze lifting the needle off the ancient-groove spinning reels on the bay *no, you will never convince me that the time-keeper holds all keys 'cos I snuck out furtive.. late one night and sawed through.. for a whole decade and well, guess what I have here..* :) S T - 24 Jan 2014

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Jan 24, 2014

Jan 24, 2014 at 8:24 AM UTC

*standing on the threshold of change, I await a fresh-line but the universe may be unready if not, I may take to choppy-waters all by myself* 1. if we are all stuck in the jam of time perhaps, if we spread it out real thin some of us could actually lift off and catch a ride.. out free some hostage from the twisting temporal-joints and the wool-gatherers mind their business and footsore beggars dine on exotic-things deep in the heart of the jungle where Nebuchadnezzar parked his dreams of old by saving your surprise for a weekday jaunt we limp on in the vacant-dust of paradox yet get unavoidably detained by the present undo the ribbons and the package may unfold its.. things espy the tick-tock riding the margin of fright common sense of morn lies delightfully unfinished and the wrong side of a bold idea gets squashed the brain-weary ingest their lot and plough on through thickets of tricky-fate while tiptoeing silent on the farthest-blades of brimstone holding subtly aloft.. the frankness of aiding-spectres 2. balloon of green, balloon of blue hold out your hand and pray you get no inequalities of flame easy catch of the sound of science scoffing in the parlour when we try to do something different; take a chance uncivilised-humour will argue the rings off your punctured-lobes any germ of new plan must needs be nurtured let any frenemy go; intolerant-ilk do better by their vacuous selves remarkably convenient there's almost enough water in the well to soak up the ivory-rays and let them fly and there's a breeze lifting the needle off the ancient-groove spinning reels on the bay *no, you will never convince me that the time-keeper holds all keys 'cos I snuck out furtive.. late one night and sawed through.. for a whole decade and well, guess what I have here..* :) S T - 24 Jan 2014

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There Is But One Law (The Dancer's Coda) There is but one set of laws, One that need be obeyed, One that brooks no heresy, One that gives no absolution. One that needs no priests, no canons, One that that refuses disobedience. We all bend knee at altar invisible, Though feasance never requested. The Laws of Physics. A body at rest, a body in motion. Laws immutable, unconditional, Equations, proofs, demonstrable, Inequalities inexcusable, banished. Dancer says: I am heretic, even these laws I refuse. My body denies limitations, My mind believes I will make do What it could not, but yesterday. Defiance from wire to wire is the Fuel in my veins, fear but a detail, Leaping from from ten meters more, My Declaration of Independence. My body plastic, my mind ethereal, Some mock, call it trickery, Some hail, call me hero. There are forces greater than mine, Forces irrevocable, mathematically superior. Each day my force grows as well, Visions imagined supersede the Tedium of definitions, of boundary lines. Bend the law, conquer the null, fill the void. Each day sketch, devise, organize a New rebellion, follow only one command, Honor but a single battle cry. Leap, then fall! That dancer, your only law, That heretic, thine only coda. Action is freedom. For you are dancer, Whisper as you leap: The Fifth Freedom I possess, The Freedom to Fall. May 17th, 2013

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May 18, 2013

May 18, 2013 at 4:12 PM UTC

There Is But One Law (The Dancer's Coda)

There Is But One Law (The Dancer's Coda) There is but one set of laws, One that need be obeyed, One that brooks no heresy, One that gives no absolution. One that needs no priests, no canons, One that that refuses disobedience. We all bend knee at altar invisible, Though feasance never requested. The Laws of Physics. A body at rest, a body in motion. Laws immutable, unconditional, Equations, proofs, demonstrable, Inequalities inexcusable, banished. Dancer says: I am heretic, even these laws I refuse. My body denies limitations, My mind believes I will make do What it could not, but yesterday. Defiance from wire to wire is the Fuel in my veins, fear but a detail, Leaping from from ten meters more, My Declaration of Independence. My body plastic, my mind ethereal, Some mock, call it trickery, Some hail, call me hero. There are forces greater than mine, Forces irrevocable, mathematically superior. Each day my force grows as well, Visions imagined supersede the Tedium of definitions, of boundary lines. Bend the law, conquer the null, fill the void. Each day sketch, devise, organize a New rebellion, follow only one command, Honor but a single battle cry. Leap, then fall! That dancer, your only law, That heretic, thine only coda. Action is freedom. For you are dancer, Whisper as you leap: The Fifth Freedom I possess, The Freedom to Fall. May 17th, 2013

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*in the land of the white live too the black men apparently with equal right but with covert disdain.* why couldn't the world be one place when we are all from common gene where humanity is the only race across the color of skin. *in the land of the black live too the white men apparently of the same pack but on a different plane.* why couldn't the world be one landmass when we rose from one origin where being humane is the only class across the color of skin. *in the land of the white live the white men among them aren't equal right exist disparity and disdain.* why couldn't the world be one unit when together we all once had been where brotherhood is boldly writ across the color of skin. *in the land of the black live the black men among them oneness they lack the inequalities still remain.* why couldn't the world be one creed where mankind lives as one kin the white and the black can only read love across the color of skin.

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Jul 23, 2015

Jul 23, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC

pradip-chattopadhyay

*in the land of the white live too the black men apparently with equal right but with covert disdain.* why couldn't the world be one place when we are all from common gene where humanity is the only race across the color of skin. *in the land of the black live too the white men apparently of the same pack but on a different plane.* why couldn't the world be one landmass when we rose from one origin where being humane is the only class across the color of skin. *in the land of the white live the white men among them aren't equal right exist disparity and disdain.* why couldn't the world be one unit when together we all once had been where brotherhood is boldly writ across the color of skin. *in the land of the black live the black men among them oneness they lack the inequalities still remain.* why couldn't the world be one creed where mankind lives as one kin the white and the black can only read love across the color of skin.

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So This... “ Cancel Culture “... Now Seems To Be Structured... To... RESTRICT Numbers... And Now Be The CONDUCTOR... !!! of What Folks Say And What Gets Played... Via TV Or Stage And WHO Gets Paid... As If THEY Are Some SPECIAL Class... Who Know How Far Free Speech Should Go... !?! But It Seems As Though They’re A Little LATE... !!! Where EXACTLY Were They When The... KKK... Used To ****** Slaves Just Because of Their Race... !!! Oh, Because These Days, Things Have REALLY Changed... Are These People INSANE... And NOT Using Their Brains... ?!? Because We STILL Have SLAVES... !!! And Heads Who CLEARLY Want To DICTATE... Are They Cancelling THEM... Or Doing What THEY SAY... !?! Or Just Causing PROBLEMS... Over Gender And Race... ?!? Well Some It Now Seems... Who’ve Made BIG MONEY... !!! Are UNCOMFORTABLE With... Them... CANCELLING... !!! When It Comes To Free Speech... And Indeed The Arts Because of Policies... That Seem To STINK Like FARTS... !!! Have They Cancelled BOMBS... Or RACIST... Sitcoms... Oh Yes NOW They Have... !!! AFTER These Shows Have... Made PLENTY of CASH... And Been Shown Across Lands... ... INTERNATIONALLY... !!! On TV’s AND Indeed BIG SCREENS... !!! REPEATEDLY For The World To See... So Where Have They Been... ?!? BEFORE Gender Themes... And... INEQUALITIES... Became The Very Fabric of SOCIETIES... ?!? Where APPARENTLY... ... EVERYBODY Was FREE... To Be Who They Wanna Be... Well That’s A FALLACY... That’s NOT REALITY... !!! Just Like PIPE DREAMS... !!! Oh But SUDDENLY... !!! These New CANCEL POLICE... Are CANCELLING... And Now DAMAGING... !!! The Careers of Those... Who WON’T Be Controlled... !!! Like Those Who Speak... What They Want... FREELY... !!! So They Can CANCEL ME... !!! Cos That’s How I NOW BE... !!! NOT Some HUMAN SHEEP... For Them To Shepherd And Keep... In Some PENITENTIARY... Just Because of Free Speech... That DOESN’T Tread... “ Lightly “... Cos’ I ALREADY KNOW... How... CANCELLING Goes... !!! Because It’s Really Not New... It’s What Censors Do... !!! But Here’s Some TRUTH... To UPSET Their Crews... !!! It’s One Rule For THEM... But NOT The Same For You... !!! If You’re NOT ONE... Who’ll Keep Your Mouth SHUT... To APPEASE These Teams... Who Now Want TOTAL CONTROL... !!! That’s Just The Way That The Story Now Goes... NO Bambi Or THUMPER To Be Some Foot Drummer... !!! Just A Breed of Vultures... Now Willing To PUNCTURE... Careers Like BAD Plumbers... !!! Whose Force Has A Cause... Now Trying To ENFORCE.. What Should Be Put ASUNDER... This... TRULY RIDICULOUS... !!! ..... “ Cancel Culture “..... !!!

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Oct 19, 2020

Oct 19, 2020 at 2:41 AM UTC

“Cancel Culture” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 8/7/2020

So This... “ Cancel Culture “... Now Seems To Be Structured... To... RESTRICT Numbers... And Now Be The CONDUCTOR... !!! of What Folks Say And What Gets Played... Via TV Or Stage And WHO Gets Paid... As If THEY Are Some SPECIAL Class... Who Know How Far Free Speech Should Go... !?! But It Seems As Though They’re A Little LATE... !!! Where EXACTLY Were They When The... KKK... Used To ****** Slaves Just Because of Their Race... !!! Oh, Because These Days, Things Have REALLY Changed... Are These People INSANE... And NOT Using Their Brains... ?!? Because We STILL Have SLAVES... !!! And Heads Who CLEARLY Want To DICTATE... Are They Cancelling THEM... Or Doing What THEY SAY... !?! Or Just Causing PROBLEMS... Over Gender And Race... ?!? Well Some It Now Seems... Who’ve Made BIG MONEY... !!! Are UNCOMFORTABLE With... Them... CANCELLING... !!! When It Comes To Free Speech... And Indeed The Arts Because of Policies... That Seem To STINK Like FARTS... !!! Have They Cancelled BOMBS... Or RACIST... Sitcoms... Oh Yes NOW They Have... !!! AFTER These Shows Have... Made PLENTY of CASH... And Been Shown Across Lands... ... INTERNATIONALLY... !!! On TV’s AND Indeed BIG SCREENS... !!! REPEATEDLY For The World To See... So Where Have They Been... ?!? BEFORE Gender Themes... And... INEQUALITIES... Became The Very Fabric of SOCIETIES... ?!? Where APPARENTLY... ... EVERYBODY Was FREE... To Be Who They Wanna Be... Well That’s A FALLACY... That’s NOT REALITY... !!! Just Like PIPE DREAMS... !!! Oh But SUDDENLY... !!! These New CANCEL POLICE... Are CANCELLING... And Now DAMAGING... !!! The Careers of Those... Who WON’T Be Controlled... !!! Like Those Who Speak... What They Want... FREELY... !!! So They Can CANCEL ME... !!! Cos That’s How I NOW BE... !!! NOT Some HUMAN SHEEP... For Them To Shepherd And Keep... In Some PENITENTIARY... Just Because of Free Speech... That DOESN’T Tread... “ Lightly “... Cos’ I ALREADY KNOW... How... CANCELLING Goes... !!! Because It’s Really Not New... It’s What Censors Do... !!! But Here’s Some TRUTH... To UPSET Their Crews... !!! It’s One Rule For THEM... But NOT The Same For You... !!! If You’re NOT ONE... Who’ll Keep Your Mouth SHUT... To APPEASE These Teams... Who Now Want TOTAL CONTROL... !!! That’s Just The Way That The Story Now Goes... NO Bambi Or THUMPER To Be Some Foot Drummer... !!! Just A Breed of Vultures... Now Willing To PUNCTURE... Careers Like BAD Plumbers... !!! Whose Force Has A Cause... Now Trying To ENFORCE.. What Should Be Put ASUNDER... This... TRULY RIDICULOUS... !!! ..... “ Cancel Culture “..... !!!

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Do you even know what you stand for? Do we even know what we stand for? As the latest inequalities between races, classes, and genders sweep by my generation, we stand one-by-one I wonder how many rose because the person next to them did

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Feb 26, 2015

Feb 26, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC

Standing for Something

Do you even know what you stand for? Do we even know what we stand for? As the latest inequalities between races, classes, and genders sweep by my generation, we stand one-by-one I wonder how many rose because the person next to them did

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I have a dream! I have a dream, To the racial discriminators, said Martin Luther King, I have a dream! I have a dream! To the evil-creating economists, I warn and ring. Globe witness hunger, inequality poverty and unemployment The world turns out to be bitter, To all of you, I write this letter. To create a world relieved from these and turn better. I am a mad aspiring economist, a fool, Searching for the right tool, You turned the world with full of mess, People are left with nothing less. To the world, you gave theories, Pushed us into a vicious cycle of injuries, About your theories, you boasted, It has created a few ruling and bloated. Most of you worked as economic hitmen, Turned victim laymen to fighting gunmen. To the realities, your theory is distant, Served no solution to the dying peasants, To the few, we remain a psychological slave and servants, Tuned our lives to a depended migrant. With your development lecture, You have killed the entire nature, In the name of ventures, corporates turned vulture, Hunted and looted our generations’ future. We lived a self-reliant community, You killed us with imposed liability, Our lives are now placed in intensive casualty, The word that remains imagination still is equality. We lost our humanity and identity, In your eyes, we are just a market and commodity, Your play with scarcity, was a mere futility, We finally became a society, filled with atrocity. Your useless lectures of development, Put us under frightening & irrecoverable unemployment, For a few, you got us into a deep-rooted enslavement, So, now for you instead, we make a replacement. To my questions, you neglected and ran, In your eyes, I am foolish stupid common man, To you short-sighted range, I say I will bring in a change! Today, I may remain lower and mere viewer, A day will come, where you will stand to answer, Writing a new rule, I would seize your beloved positions, This will be my lifetime mission and ambition. I say with all my limited experience, I will put a test to all your conscience, Are you just a fat-big corporate’s hand? With people will you always stand? I am not an economist, I am neither an egotist, I proclaim! I proclaim! I am a revolutionary economist, I know you will fit me a label, I am sure I will be an economic rebel, A rebellious economist. I dream a world without huge inequalities, I dream a world free from imposed liabilities, I dream a world without poverty and disparities, I finally dream for becoming an economist with no ambiguities.

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Oct 17, 2018

Oct 17, 2018 at 7:43 AM UTC

A letter to the ****** economists- I have a dream

I have a dream! I have a dream, To the racial discriminators, said Martin Luther King, I have a dream! I have a dream! To the evil-creating economists, I warn and ring. Globe witness hunger, inequality poverty and unemployment The world turns out to be bitter, To all of you, I write this letter. To create a world relieved from these and turn better. I am a mad aspiring economist, a fool, Searching for the right tool, You turned the world with full of mess, People are left with nothing less. To the world, you gave theories, Pushed us into a vicious cycle of injuries, About your theories, you boasted, It has created a few ruling and bloated. Most of you worked as economic hitmen, Turned victim laymen to fighting gunmen. To the realities, your theory is distant, Served no solution to the dying peasants, To the few, we remain a psychological slave and servants, Tuned our lives to a depended migrant. With your development lecture, You have killed the entire nature, In the name of ventures, corporates turned vulture, Hunted and looted our generations’ future. We lived a self-reliant community, You killed us with imposed liability, Our lives are now placed in intensive casualty, The word that remains imagination still is equality. We lost our humanity and identity, In your eyes, we are just a market and commodity, Your play with scarcity, was a mere futility, We finally became a society, filled with atrocity. Your useless lectures of development, Put us under frightening & irrecoverable unemployment, For a few, you got us into a deep-rooted enslavement, So, now for you instead, we make a replacement. To my questions, you neglected and ran, In your eyes, I am foolish stupid common man, To you short-sighted range, I say I will bring in a change! Today, I may remain lower and mere viewer, A day will come, where you will stand to answer, Writing a new rule, I would seize your beloved positions, This will be my lifetime mission and ambition. I say with all my limited experience, I will put a test to all your conscience, Are you just a fat-big corporate’s hand? With people will you always stand? I am not an economist, I am neither an egotist, I proclaim! I proclaim! I am a revolutionary economist, I know you will fit me a label, I am sure I will be an economic rebel, A rebellious economist. I dream a world without huge inequalities, I dream a world free from imposed liabilities, I dream a world without poverty and disparities, I finally dream for becoming an economist with no ambiguities.

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There will always be a great division In this life full of intersections The separation of the rich from the poor The distinction from shoes to coiffure The discrimination of races The characteristics of faces The gender inequalities The life one lives spiritually One's position in society One's awards, medals or trophies But what truly separates us all? The crucial thing that determines one's fall? The cause of life's great division Is having sight but no vision The ability to see real beauty Makes men truly wealthy Using time to make great memories Learning from all the tragedies Choosing to be happy at all moments And to live a life full of contentment There are the ones who have eyes but cannot see The ones who can visualize the unseen The ones who look beyond the horizon The ones who appreciate all four seasons The ability to see the same color in different hues Is something that can never be sufficed There are the ones who know the value And there are the ones who know the price

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May 21, 2015

May 21, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC

There will always be a great division In this life full of intersections The separation of the rich from the poor The distinction from shoes to coiffure The discrimination of races The characteristics of faces The gender inequalities The life one lives spiritually One's position in society One's awards, medals or trophies But what truly separates us all? The crucial thing that determines one's fall? The cause of life's great division Is having sight but no vision The ability to see real beauty Makes men truly wealthy Using time to make great memories Learning from all the tragedies Choosing to be happy at all moments And to live a life full of contentment There are the ones who have eyes but cannot see The ones who can visualize the unseen The ones who look beyond the horizon The ones who appreciate all four seasons The ability to see the same color in different hues Is something that can never be sufficed There are the ones who know the value And there are the ones who know the price

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For each word that never made it past my teeth -harsh critics- I am sorry I told you I loved you last night in bed and all you heard was my breathing -waves on your shore- I am sorry For each step I should have taken that was frozen in my legs -stone pillars- I am sorry I ran to the edge of the earth for you where I heard the lilies were blooming -empty vase- I am sorry For each song that suffocated in my hollows -white noise- I am sorry I scored you a serenade for clarinet and bassoon and your shutters heard nothing -white noise- I am sorry For each quiver of my hands that has held me chained to the anvils of fear For the confidence I lack and the love I have not given -myself- I am sorry For times I held truth by the throat underwater and prayed you wouldn't notice the splashing For those days I went sleep walking -through prayers- I am sorry For the stability I cradle while sitting on dreams singing songs we all know the words to the song we've each written verses to 12 bars on each wall of this blue cage that we sing through For the times we don't fight For the times that we mean to For the injustices that steal the peace from our silent nights For the riotless streets For thriving inequalities For microphones and stages still wet with my ego For the silence I keep -when the world is listening- I am sorry Shake me from these paralytic dreams from the cloud of ideas and fantasy -what is art but a landing?- Shake me make me rise up and face the music climb out of myself and breathe -what is prayer but respiration?- Shake me until my apologies are gone and your house is full of flowers and your ears are full of songs and your heart is filled with this love of mine your quivering hands shook free Shake me until I see beauty in truth and truth in what we are made to be

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Jan 26, 2014

Jan 26, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC

steven-hutchison

For each word that never made it past my teeth -harsh critics- I am sorry I told you I loved you last night in bed and all you heard was my breathing -waves on your shore- I am sorry For each step I should have taken that was frozen in my legs -stone pillars- I am sorry I ran to the edge of the earth for you where I heard the lilies were blooming -empty vase- I am sorry For each song that suffocated in my hollows -white noise- I am sorry I scored you a serenade for clarinet and bassoon and your shutters heard nothing -white noise- I am sorry For each quiver of my hands that has held me chained to the anvils of fear For the confidence I lack and the love I have not given -myself- I am sorry For times I held truth by the throat underwater and prayed you wouldn't notice the splashing For those days I went sleep walking -through prayers- I am sorry For the stability I cradle while sitting on dreams singing songs we all know the words to the song we've each written verses to 12 bars on each wall of this blue cage that we sing through For the times we don't fight For the times that we mean to For the injustices that steal the peace from our silent nights For the riotless streets For thriving inequalities For microphones and stages still wet with my ego For the silence I keep -when the world is listening- I am sorry Shake me from these paralytic dreams from the cloud of ideas and fantasy -what is art but a landing?- Shake me make me rise up and face the music climb out of myself and breathe -what is prayer but respiration?- Shake me until my apologies are gone and your house is full of flowers and your ears are full of songs and your heart is filled with this love of mine your quivering hands shook free Shake me until I see beauty in truth and truth in what we are made to be

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Booming Rhetorics (Spoken Word- Freestyle-Dramatics) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ==Booming Rhetorics == by Checkered Darks ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ (Copy the link below to your browser) https://soundcloud.com/user-367453778/boomingrhetorics Human nature itself is a smash of contractual responsibility. A splash of rights afloat as we sink in our psychological rooted moral panics. All I see is a cascading titanic of ventures our mislaid adventures one after another. The criss cross of chains, we bonded in tax measures, reserve treasures...... It's not my leisure I beg you don't make your pleasure. I sink in pressure, resolving Karl Mark ideology of conflicted power. Is it our born nature or nurture to live in a world of social polarisation. A pole to pole, a tug of war. Each owning and holding a rope.Is it our task to cage in boxes, fencing notions of inequalities within our society. Is it our right this notion Bourgeoisie and Proletariat. Help me out as as I wade in the swampy lowland. Treading through and through, head afloat, the submerging walk me to the shores..... Help me find my way through this dark tunnel. Help me see the light, let the sun ray penetrate my blight. In our dichotomy of democracy we have made it right. A rolling ball of ........ 1. Stock them high sell them cheap is the order of the day. 2. Social warehousing of merging demand and supply chain. 3. A disintegration of socialist entrepreneurship. 4. Re-distribution of Export Production Zones in marginalised countries. 5. A surge of capitalism on this patch we call the universe. 6.Conortions of monopoly colluding sustainability. I pass this ball to you. As the industrial revolution fades and debates of "STEEL" revolves. My Speech is a mere consideration, our contradiction. The contractual complications that we have grounded and granted ourselves as humanity. My voice is an exchange, my gift, a cloud of thoughts, an arousing hope our haunting costs.

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Apr 4, 2016

Apr 4, 2016 at 6:19 AM UTC

Booming Rhetorics (Spoken Word- Freestyle-Dramatics)

Booming Rhetorics (Spoken Word- Freestyle-Dramatics) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ==Booming Rhetorics == by Checkered Darks ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ (Copy the link below to your browser) https://soundcloud.com/user-367453778/boomingrhetorics Human nature itself is a smash of contractual responsibility. A splash of rights afloat as we sink in our psychological rooted moral panics. All I see is a cascading titanic of ventures our mislaid adventures one after another. The criss cross of chains, we bonded in tax measures, reserve treasures...... It's not my leisure I beg you don't make your pleasure. I sink in pressure, resolving Karl Mark ideology of conflicted power. Is it our born nature or nurture to live in a world of social polarisation. A pole to pole, a tug of war. Each owning and holding a rope.Is it our task to cage in boxes, fencing notions of inequalities within our society. Is it our right this notion Bourgeoisie and Proletariat. Help me out as as I wade in the swampy lowland. Treading through and through, head afloat, the submerging walk me to the shores..... Help me find my way through this dark tunnel. Help me see the light, let the sun ray penetrate my blight. In our dichotomy of democracy we have made it right. A rolling ball of ........ 1. Stock them high sell them cheap is the order of the day. 2. Social warehousing of merging demand and supply chain. 3. A disintegration of socialist entrepreneurship. 4. Re-distribution of Export Production Zones in marginalised countries. 5. A surge of capitalism on this patch we call the universe. 6.Conortions of monopoly colluding sustainability. I pass this ball to you. As the industrial revolution fades and debates of "STEEL" revolves. My Speech is a mere consideration, our contradiction. The contractual complications that we have grounded and granted ourselves as humanity. My voice is an exchange, my gift, a cloud of thoughts, an arousing hope our haunting costs.

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*Growing Old is so disheartening filled with too much stress, perplexity and charade. Getting older made me to envision the malice in society and the world we live in, which is full of rapacious and self-centered human beings, lack of compassion and division of people on the grounds of ethnicity, economic inequalities . I have realized that childhood is the prime phase of life, where worries were the least , and i was ignorant from the cruel facts of life. I wish i was just a child and had not been exposed to cruel facts of life.*

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May 7, 2015

May 7, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC

*Growing Old is so disheartening filled with too much stress, perplexity and charade. Getting older made me to envision the malice in society and the world we live in, which is full of rapacious and self-centered human beings, lack of compassion and division of people on the grounds of ethnicity, economic inequalities . I have realized that childhood is the prime phase of life, where worries were the least , and i was ignorant from the cruel facts of life. I wish i was just a child and had not been exposed to cruel facts of life.*

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Money scarcity low circulation high prices High demand More expenditures less earned Paid goods not delivered The delivered not paid Borrowing for debts Accumulation of misfortune death of loved ones More crimes committed A life of inequalities

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May 31, 2015

May 31, 2015 at 4:57 AM UTC

thomas-bron-mukama

Money scarcity low circulation high prices High demand More expenditures less earned Paid goods not delivered The delivered not paid Borrowing for debts Accumulation of misfortune death of loved ones More crimes committed A life of inequalities

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To write poetry is To create philosophical memory To adjust the commentaries Of all souls, to just one voice To strip the inequalities Of existence, of their mass To write poetry is To erase the written Transforming what we have read Making alphabets contemporary Fluid, mystical To write poetry is not just art It’s neurological reprogramming A quantum gesture to The nature of beauty And Meaning itself To write poetry is To return to an absence of meaning The meddlesome mind forgets The natural order of nature To reduce layers of narrative And return to a total peace And a grand vision of the universe As a talking thing, exchanging energy In a physics of existence To write poetry is to love the unwritten Endings that all concur To identify with the sudden Rupture of beginnings From which all thought originates To write poetry is thus The silence in between the words And a solace beyond thought To free oneself form the memory That is an impression or a scar On the mind, blankness is an ideal state To observe time and space without attachment To love existence independently Of the personal conditions of one’s life On the letters of your poems I observe a black walking cat A woman that must question her heart To find the answers, without Speaking we are a language All we feel and do is a kind of vocabulary.

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Oct 15, 2014

Oct 15, 2014 at 9:37 PM UTC

The Spiritual Body of a Poem

To write poetry is To create philosophical memory To adjust the commentaries Of all souls, to just one voice To strip the inequalities Of existence, of their mass To write poetry is To erase the written Transforming what we have read Making alphabets contemporary Fluid, mystical To write poetry is not just art It’s neurological reprogramming A quantum gesture to The nature of beauty And Meaning itself To write poetry is To return to an absence of meaning The meddlesome mind forgets The natural order of nature To reduce layers of narrative And return to a total peace And a grand vision of the universe As a talking thing, exchanging energy In a physics of existence To write poetry is to love the unwritten Endings that all concur To identify with the sudden Rupture of beginnings From which all thought originates To write poetry is thus The silence in between the words And a solace beyond thought To free oneself form the memory That is an impression or a scar On the mind, blankness is an ideal state To observe time and space without attachment To love existence independently Of the personal conditions of one’s life On the letters of your poems I observe a black walking cat A woman that must question her heart To find the answers, without Speaking we are a language All we feel and do is a kind of vocabulary.

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Some need rocks To rest bigotry upon Look down, feel taller Or throw at others Others have no guts Camp on smiles Feed on indifference Rivers of promise Golden tomorrows Our country is burning With horror and loss Buried in traditions hides Pits of immorality Walls of racism Halls filled with assets Sit in miles of doubt On hills of sorrow Growing with fear Brother, clinging to fear Differences and inequalities Hidden from having While some take all Sister, must you hate Wish to **** hope Bleaching love with hate In fear of loss Driven to please Hating race or creed Feeding in lack Altars of fanatical pride As if there's no God Walking shame to blame Taking sides with captors Tearing all apart To make what's not Life goes forward Insecurity drains hearts Feeds souls to saviors With political lies Trading guts for greed Builders of distrust Sell promises if the power Hiding cruel minds Open theirs to close ours Where is forever in now Convinced we had choices Wanting more than not Lost sight of beyond Cages of greed Built by pulpits of avarice Filled by a Congress Here now, gone tomorrow Eternal is only the universe One minute we are here Without love, there's no power And soon we die Holiness lost Revised 7/7/2019 [email protected]

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May 12, 2017

May 12, 2017 at 6:26 PM UTC

Some need rocks To rest bigotry upon Look down, feel taller Or throw at others Others have no guts Camp on smiles Feed on indifference Rivers of promise Golden tomorrows Our country is burning With horror and loss Buried in traditions hides Pits of immorality Walls of racism Halls filled with assets Sit in miles of doubt On hills of sorrow Growing with fear Brother, clinging to fear Differences and inequalities Hidden from having While some take all Sister, must you hate Wish to **** hope Bleaching love with hate In fear of loss Driven to please Hating race or creed Feeding in lack Altars of fanatical pride As if there's no God Walking shame to blame Taking sides with captors Tearing all apart To make what's not Life goes forward Insecurity drains hearts Feeds souls to saviors With political lies Trading guts for greed Builders of distrust Sell promises if the power Hiding cruel minds Open theirs to close ours Where is forever in now Convinced we had choices Wanting more than not Lost sight of beyond Cages of greed Built by pulpits of avarice Filled by a Congress Here now, gone tomorrow Eternal is only the universe One minute we are here Without love, there's no power And soon we die Holiness lost Revised 7/7/2019 [email protected]

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*Today, yes today. I found something new about you,* Those philosophical thoughts of yours keep repeating the same chains-rhymes, that circulate in the air - showing me that you are that worth; to keep, to treasure for. When those sparks of fire arises, Let me be the water, To be the tranquility of yours, to deliquesce you. When those 'non compos mentis' thoughts of yours emerge, Let me be the scholar, To figure them, to decipher them for you. However, the truth is my love, Even after breaking those codes, Smashing those unbreakable walls and barriers of yours; I will never fully understand you, as you yourself don't. The thoughts of me not having you; disrupts the sea within me, destroys the fort within me, Sayang (read:love), those inequalities of ours should not be the river that separates two lands, the wall that separates two nations, the line that separates between black and white (even the grey exists) Promise me that you will bare with me, will you? Even promises are meant to be broken.

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Oct 21, 2014

Oct 21, 2014 at 9:44 AM UTC

*Today, yes today. I found something new about you,* Those philosophical thoughts of yours keep repeating the same chains-rhymes, that circulate in the air - showing me that you are that worth; to keep, to treasure for. When those sparks of fire arises, Let me be the water, To be the tranquility of yours, to deliquesce you. When those 'non compos mentis' thoughts of yours emerge, Let me be the scholar, To figure them, to decipher them for you. However, the truth is my love, Even after breaking those codes, Smashing those unbreakable walls and barriers of yours; I will never fully understand you, as you yourself don't. The thoughts of me not having you; disrupts the sea within me, destroys the fort within me, Sayang (read:love), those inequalities of ours should not be the river that separates two lands, the wall that separates two nations, the line that separates between black and white (even the grey exists) Promise me that you will bare with me, will you? Even promises are meant to be broken.

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