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way back in the beginning, Europe wanted gold; the people were restless and the rulers were getting old. They sent their emissaries over into the new world where stood a new philosophy of utilitarianism that unfurled. With gold nearly valueless while industrial revolution brews; kings are stuck without tools while rebels use screws. They built … Read moreHow we got here today
i’m making coffee, the laundry spins loudly, the dishwasher purrs. A man I don’t know has a tube shoved down his throat to stop him from dying. I complain at the disarray that clutters my apartment left over from last night’s gathering. the man wants to die but has no means so starvation is the … Read moreGitmo Hunger Strikers
its time to celebrate celebrating, the closing of a year, the shedding of a tear for i’ve reflected and the mirror was dirty, this is the year we all turned thirty. There’s a den of Snow in the cold hearts of men where kindness and decency should have been: listen less you listless thieves of … Read moredec 31, 2014
war sweet war, blood upon sweat, dripping into my mouth, war, oh sweet, war, come and declare yourself to me! hidden behind your bullets, balls of steel, lead (and depleted uranium), piss upon me and declare me Your whore… oh, war, sweet war! How the children admire you, each death a trophy, each injury a … Read morewar sweet war
we don’t see you anymore, children of 10,000 wars we don’t hear you anymore, children knocking on our doors. give them jackets to stop bullets, helmets to stop the dreams; bring them back without protection from the dying children’s screams. call it a call to patriotism, call it a call to arms – the children … Read moreOur Children Go To Play War
Failures, at even inhumanity! democratize slavery, humility comfortable concentration camps – how your small penis envies even the tiny penis of Hitler! on your knees before Colonial Corporate American Empires – and still you fail! ball-less bitches suffering Tiny syndrome, your politeness does not mask the putrid stench of your heart; it only ruins dinner … Read moreOn the Eve of the Ausschaffungs initiative
I wish I would have met you, Mohammed Ali, Before a half-white man bombed Tripoli. You are dancing like a butterfly, but he stings like a bee; half black man wants to say it’s for a good cause… But you can’t save Humanity after you killed your own, you see? I wish I would’ve met … Read moreMohammed Ali
here’s the one I’d wanted…. sadly, the Red Sox have won and now my poem lays wasted… March 2nd 2004 Upon the counting of determinates, our future still lies in waste, but wasting in decisions is now our allied fate. For now we have allied ourselves with that thing most rot with fear, a compromise … Read moreOn the night of the Democratic Primary’s in Connecticut.
I saw in the New York Times today, that good ol’ Gitmo Bay won’t be closed for a while. these politician crocodiles dream up new tortured ways to pass a bill for us to pay; i’ve given up being sick – the rest is the body politic, waiting on dreams of decency… waiting on you … Read moreone all powerfull black man is the same as one all powerfull white man
With your pens, your words, you’ve crumbled countless lives, denied life to the dying, food to the starving, water to the thirsty. Absolution will not come from Abstraction: your lines of rulers, policies and declarations; your desire and hubris is not masked through messengers or your failed intermediaries. No entity alive can offer forgiveness for … Read morePower of the Pen