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Every time people start to rise up, a whole buncha problematic mess gets thrown around regarding VIOLENCE. So, what is "violence" really?... It's the use of force. Plain and simple. What makes folks uncomfortable (who are otherwise comfortable in this system) is that UPRISING IS A SOMETIMES VIOLENT (read: forceful) REACTION TO SYSTEMATIC VIOLENCE: Yes, just like the Hunger Games... Thus, there are many types of violence... The fact that we are paying taxes that are funding the genocide and ****** of people of color (here and abroad) is violence. People with guns (former slave patrols and overseers, now cops) who come from outside our community and treat our folks as criminals on the daily is violence. Capitalism, i.e. wage/property/ecology-based exploitation in the name of profit is violence. The fact that LA County spends more $$ than anywhere in the world on prisons and police is violence. The fact that the US locks up more of its own people than any other country on record is violence. US aiding/funding the genocide of Palestinians at the hands of Israel is genocidal violence. From Congress, to the boardrooms, to the classrooms, from the gaze, to the unwanted touching, to the **** to the pay, Patriarchy everyday, is violence. A few people jacking some **** at Walmart or breaking a window is really minimal violence in comparison. A couple people throwing **** at armed cops is not serious violence. The idea of owning property that other must rent to live is violent. Systemic, chronic, global insecurity in the form of material poverty is violence. Wage slavery is violence. Gentrification is violence. The War On Youth, i.e. the School-to-Prison pipeline, and, thus the War-on-Drugs with its attending 76% recidivism rate in the prison-industrial complex, whose populations are disproportionately black males, is violence. The fact that people can't go to the doctor and dentist, or eat food every day is violence. Deportations are violence. Homophobia is violence. The world's largest global military that vaporizes people without due process in dozens of countries violating their biophysical and national sovereignty is violence. The United States government sanctioning the ****** of non-white, but especially Muslim bodies across the world... is violence. So, when you condemn violence, do you mean resistance? Because there is a whole lot of violence you should be condemning instead. Adapted from Emilio Lacques-Zapien
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Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
The fire this time
Every time people start to rise up, a whole buncha problematic mess gets thrown around regarding VIOLENCE. So, what is "violence" really?... It's the use of force. Plain and simple. What makes folks uncomfortable (who are otherwise comfortable in this system) is that UPRISING IS A SOMETIMES VIOLENT (read: forceful) REACTION TO SYSTEMATIC VIOLENCE: Yes, just like the Hunger Games... Thus, there are many types of violence... The fact that we are paying taxes that are funding the genocide and ****** of people of color (here and abroad) is violence. People with guns (former slave patrols and overseers, now cops) who come from outside our community and treat our folks as criminals on the daily is violence. Capitalism, i.e. wage/property/ecology-based exploitation in the name of profit is violence. The fact that LA County spends more $$ than anywhere in the world on prisons and police is violence. The fact that the US locks up more of its own people than any other country on record is violence. US aiding/funding the genocide of Palestinians at the hands of Israel is genocidal violence. From Congress, to the boardrooms, to the classrooms, from the gaze, to the unwanted touching, to the **** to the pay, Patriarchy everyday, is violence. A few people jacking some **** at Walmart or breaking a window is really minimal violence in comparison. A couple people throwing **** at armed cops is not serious violence. The idea of owning property that other must rent to live is violent. Systemic, chronic, global insecurity in the form of material poverty is violence. Wage slavery is violence. Gentrification is violence. The War On Youth, i.e. the School-to-Prison pipeline, and, thus the War-on-Drugs with its attending 76% recidivism rate in the prison-industrial complex, whose populations are disproportionately black males, is violence. The fact that people can't go to the doctor and dentist, or eat food every day is violence. Deportations are violence. Homophobia is violence. The world's largest global military that vaporizes people without due process in dozens of countries violating their biophysical and national sovereignty is violence. The United States government sanctioning the ****** of non-white, but especially Muslim bodies across the world... is violence. So, when you condemn violence, do you mean resistance? Because there is a whole lot of violence you should be condemning instead. Adapted from Emilio Lacques-Zapien
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Everyday you ask why I love you You say "Why do you you love me when I put you through Hell. When I push you into your shell, And I never give you a straight answer. You say " Why do you love me when I can't love you back, And when I have all these mood swings." Well this is what I say. I love you because you are like my Asthma. I didn't chose to have you here with me all the time, but you are. You are here to make my life harder, But you also make me stronger. When the voggy winds blow And it gets hard to breathe It is you falling. Yet I pick that Inhaler of mine up And I take two deep breaths, and I lift you back up. As my breaths become clearer. I know that I will never be able to breathe as well as others. Just as I know I will never fall out of love for you. You are the chronic lung disease that forces me to try harder. The person that makes me try my hardest when I'm singing up on that stage. You motivate me. It is you that is always on my mind When I have to try hard to take breathes instead of just breathing. When I am running and my lungs start to choke me, it is the pain I feel every time I see you with him instead of me. Because Love You are my lung disease. You are the funny noise my breath makes when I dance, Because the Oxygen doesn't want to go in. And when you touch me I feel the buzzing sensation that I get when taking my albuterol. The warmth of my Nebulizer as it vaporizes the medicine for me to breathe. Every kiss you plant on my head, fills me with the dizziness that I get from my medication When I try to stand up, I end up falling just as hard as I have for you. You are the relief I feel when I take my Meds on a bad day, you make me feel normal again. That's why I love you. That is why I don't care if you're with him instead of me. Because you will always be with me. Just like my lung disease.
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May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 9:02 PM UTC
I love you like Asthma
Everyday you ask why I love you You say "Why do you you love me when I put you through Hell. When I push you into your shell, And I never give you a straight answer. You say " Why do you love me when I can't love you back, And when I have all these mood swings." Well this is what I say. I love you because you are like my Asthma. I didn't chose to have you here with me all the time, but you are. You are here to make my life harder, But you also make me stronger. When the voggy winds blow And it gets hard to breathe It is you falling. Yet I pick that Inhaler of mine up And I take two deep breaths, and I lift you back up. As my breaths become clearer. I know that I will never be able to breathe as well as others. Just as I know I will never fall out of love for you. You are the chronic lung disease that forces me to try harder. The person that makes me try my hardest when I'm singing up on that stage. You motivate me. It is you that is always on my mind When I have to try hard to take breathes instead of just breathing. When I am running and my lungs start to choke me, it is the pain I feel every time I see you with him instead of me. Because Love You are my lung disease. You are the funny noise my breath makes when I dance, Because the Oxygen doesn't want to go in. And when you touch me I feel the buzzing sensation that I get when taking my albuterol. The warmth of my Nebulizer as it vaporizes the medicine for me to breathe. Every kiss you plant on my head, fills me with the dizziness that I get from my medication When I try to stand up, I end up falling just as hard as I have for you. You are the relief I feel when I take my Meds on a bad day, you make me feel normal again. That's why I love you. That is why I don't care if you're with him instead of me. Because you will always be with me. Just like my lung disease.
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Let it be known~ Beyond the mere musings of tool bearing monkeys Lies an ineffable essence which deflects archaic labeling. This is the direct experience of non-discriminatory equalization Of conceived notions. All which may be considered good and true Vaporizes in the blinding eye of this clarity. Language is the battleground of ignorance and illiteracy Of what begs not be named~
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Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 12:21 PM UTC
Small Mouth Noises
I’d rather remain an enigma to him. It’s easier knowing he won’t know my grim Starvation is not a polite conversation Damnation is not but a plight confirmation I’d rather remain an enigma to him. Let my lip quiver as I try to be prim. My eyelash vaporizes tears into smoke. My lipstick a match for fires to stoke. I’d rather remain an enigma to him. Let his questions fill him up to the brim. He would laugh if I told him cause of my pain I want a connection free of disdain I’d rather remain an enigma to him. Not that I don’t think he’d handle the dim. I just think it’s better to separate it all After all, he’s the one who caused me to fall So yes... I’d rather remain a tortured Yet contained Beautiful enigma
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Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 1:37 AM UTC
Beautiful enigma
.   ---To be content in a mad, mad world, to be the last sane man to see absolutely nothing in the ink blotter clouds marching across an azure sky like pigs to slaughter, laughing until the final bomb blast   vaporizes our vocal chords. Ripe and vibrating like a tuning fork in A.   Where insanity falls like rain, we're driven mad by the patter.   Drip, drip... Madness took over Dallas last   Saturday morning. ---The oceans will to rise tomorrow. Do you live on the coast? East, west?   Run to the hills like the bleating sheep. Bleating and bleeding...   Stampeding! How long can a person tread water surrounded    by shark & man? Not long... Not long. .
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Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 1:54 AM UTC
Surrounded by Shark and Man
let's just take two elephant-sized steps back. my head's heavy and the high always vaporizes at the wrong turn and i risk a ****** of myself if i shove it all. my hands always did shake as your head cascaded like a waterfall towards mine, and the weight of three thousand more elephants would descend, gray fuzz and rough skin, all in a rush. This is too much for one struggling with her own language, it's like there isn't one on her tongue at all.
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Jan 12, 2011
Jan 12, 2011 at 5:20 AM UTC
Elephants.
The thinking of Darwin... Whirls man's ego like a maze. Maybe... ***** not tadpoles began his chain, Or, from what 'pole' evolve apples, grapes and maize? The definitions from his brain, Shortens so many hopefuls' of their might, Dazzling damsels catwalking with minds load of pain, For soon, beauty might evolve to piggy, monkey or kite. Why he posits such live ******* drainage, As man's origin is a misty cloud, Like a blow of breath on mirror's image, Which by heat vaporizes and reality dawn as cold.
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May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 12:32 AM UTC
Darwin's Mind
- feel the heaviness of invitations bold, free fall of purpose, dissolving into a whirlpool circling it's center thinning number by number ten, nine, eight, se—seven, six, five, four~ feather tips stroking underneath upturned palms three~ fingertips lightly touching delicate doorways two~ steps away from loose earth at the edge, giving way to one ; submerged as the membrane above sleep vaporizes into web-footed thrusting through currents with "up" rotated lateral across the undertow and pulling you beneath— _breathe..._ s jones 2021 .
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Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 9:48 AM UTC
lullaby
Birds drop dead at my feet I don’t know- if to die myself, or to give them life. Now I know that heaved wings look like Grey snows melting into each other Life vaporizes from the summer sky As a wounded dove trembles in my lap
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Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 10:43 AM UTC
Untitled
MY GARDEN On a cold winter's day, I see a reflection of me. Tears envelop my eyes When I think of how it used to be.... Days of yesterday seem to float away The clouds intumescent symbols fill the expanse of the sky I don't know the solution I have no reasons why The roses in my garden- Have died and wilted away. I have nothing left in ny little rose garden... Sorrow and regret, pain of the past, need to live in today. Gasping for a breath of fresh air without suffocating, Drowning in so many tears, so much misery and pain.. The dreams I once had, are nightmares and its hard to close my eyes. I just sit back and listen To the laughter behind my back I was too naive to see the lies, And now I think I feel them coming back. Bring to me an inner peace, Where I can find the right way, I don't feel the changes taking place. But, I'll say it anyway. The wind will murmur gossip, And if you listen carefully... The love and peace you feel right now... Vaporizes into nothing, vanishing into eternity.
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 12:21 PM UTC
MY GARDEN
Catch That Thought Catch that thought. It closes down. Paul Tillich once said to my friend, There are those thoughts that never come again. I don’t agree. Not wholly, but Within the moment that flies by, It vaporizes. I, A Pooh of Little Brain, Not very focused Need to trap the moment Or it’s gone, and I must wait Until some friendly fate Brings back the catalyst That brought The then-what-felt World shaking thought And write it down Perhaps to get it out Into a world I think about Spontaneously. Catch That Thought 10.12.2016 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Corwin
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Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 6:49 AM UTC
Catch That Thought
Sometimes I lay in bed and weep when i look at the number of days i have left with you. Sometimes is becoming more often. Sometimes I listen to lofi and write you poetry you’ll never see. Sometimes is becoming more often. The point is sometimes I miss you- bad. because sometimes I just want to tell you the truth. Because you see, you’re going out of state but you’re spirit is still with me. And you have to move far away but I will crave your warm kisses when the seasons change and the weather outside vaporizes my breath. I will have to keep occupied because I’ve got it for you- bad. And tonight I need a long hug before you go home.
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Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 11:57 AM UTC
Hollow sadness