"vaporizes" poems
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
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
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.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 9:02 PM UTC
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~
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 12:21 PM UTC
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
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 1:37 AM UTC
.
---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.
.
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 1:54 AM UTC
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.
Jan 12, 2011
Jan 12, 2011 at 5:20 AM UTC
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.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 12:32 AM UTC
-
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
.
Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 9:48 AM UTC
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
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 10:43 AM UTC
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.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 12:21 PM UTC
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
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 6:49 AM UTC
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.
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 11:57 AM UTC