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My ethics roundly are ignored.
I prepare to fall upon my sword.
However true I wield my blade
given time, thrusts seem to fade.
Now it appears to be so plain
our nemesis can't be slain.
Even with downtrodden mistreatment
sadly there will be no impeachment.
Can we quell the greed at the top?
Our self interest wave will not stop.
We nurture bigots, a bumper crop
on racial issues they flip and flop.
Will virtue reclaim this nation state?
Never. If voters don't relate.
Threats to reshape the world order
start with his will to close our border.
Stack all the moral arguments on high
he'll still be here, I ruefully decry!
Here I lay bloody 'n gored
through my heart is my trusty sword.
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Artificial Intelligence has been around a long time: before Biden invented the wheel, was first man to step foot on the moon...before he crossed the Delaware to rout out the British, thus saving the colonies. Before Pete Buttigieg made safe the railways of the US. Before Barack Obama ended Racial Injustice. Before my first wife said that I was an experiment failed (what did she know!?) – before my parents hated the electric guitar (hmm...) – before the Natural High of God was replaced by formaldehyde laced weed. Before Clinton invented bleach. Before Harris saved the Southern Border from invasion, and is now headed to our Northern Border by flatulence filled balloon to make her explosive presence felt there as well (reader, please feel free to comment with your own be-fores)....
The Hurricane and Florida
The green valley near the blue lake
It sounds like a color combination by a happy incident
it was the weather of the day that made nature
impossible romantic
near the lake where Pink Salmond swam and
silver trout vake, in a cave, the Huldra lived
She was beautiful, but not by a human standard
her pussy hair was so long it covered her body
like a hairy curly suit
Could she sing, not half?
snow on mountain tops melted, and bears woke up
from winter rest, blueberry blued in April
I sensed attraction to her splendor but did not see
she had a tail, my ardor cooled
as the old tale tells, humans and trolls do not
mix, life is best lived along racial lines
I had to reject her, but by doing so, she released
a flood of tears that released a surge that was sensed
all the way to Florida
The will to power is a prominent concept in Nietzschean philosophy,
And exerted a strong influence on some major movements in history.
Its effect can be traced to the fields of politics, evolution, and psychology,
And provides useful insights into the subject of African slavery.
Nietzsche’s belief in the concept of higher or master morality,
Lead him to disavow ideas of egalitarianism and democracy.
Master morality, which values pride and power was thought to be superior,
And slave morality, which values kindness, empathy, and sympathy inferior.
Hitler was attracted to and influenced by aspects of Nietzschean philosophy.
And the Nazis selectively used his philosophy to justify their infamous activity.
Ideas are not immaterial they are important in shaping our views.
It was erroneous ideas that lead Hitler to kill six million Jews.
The Nazi order praised the Antebellum South and its existing societal order,
Which kept African Americans at the lowest rungs of the social ladder.
Hitler believed that a Confederate victory would have made America a great nation,
One ruled “by a real Herren-class,” and based on inequality and black subjugation.
While Americans reject Nazism, the idea of white supremacy persists in our society.
And we must realize that this idea is antithetical to the principle of democracy.
If our nation wishes to eradicate systemic racism and correct the effects of slavery,
We must remove from public places the monuments and symbols of the Confederacy.
But the removal of monuments and symbols alone will not atone for our nation’s iniquity,
America must finally acknowledge the national sin and evil of black slavery,
Reform its educational system that still perpetuates the myth of white superiority,
And remove the barriers that prevent blacks from achieving social and economic parity.
Over a century after the abolition of slavery, the evil of racism still haunts this nation,
That prides itself as a bastion of equality, liberty, and a model of cultural integration.
It is time for this generation of Americans who live in a society built on injustice,
To take responsibility for proactively addressing injustice and ending racial prejudice.
When the long arm of the law,
belongs to an assassin.
And peaceful protests alone,
can bring no satisfaction.
Then the only choice left that,
will please all of the factions.
Is to have a more violent reaction.
Blood is running too hot and,
it is beginning to boil.
Those who think they are in charge,
have words worse than coal oil.
To fuel hatred’s flames while they’re,
getting rich off the turmoil.
And they cause a more violent reaction.
"Well, we sure can't let them live",
from their barricades, they cry.
"We should just shoot 'em all dead,
they’re just criminals ", they lie.
They have nothing left to give,
because they’re not rich or white.
We must suppress their violent reaction.
Now our inept congress has,
become so indecisive.
They can't pass a single law,
not without the advice of.
The rich Wall Street businessman,
waiting for better prices.
On the guns sold for violent reactions.
The respect for our brothers,
has long ago gone away.
It is so easy for us,
just to look the other way.
When bigotry of race slips,
quietly into the fray.
Trying to cause a violent reaction.
Hell, when it comes to the fray,
it sure did not have to slip.
It busted through the locked door,
with an unsuspected pip.
Grabbed a tight hold on our throats,
with a steely vise-like grip.
Hoping there’d be a violent reaction.
Before our streets and alleys,
are aflame and exploding.
Fires of freedom start raging,
guns of injustice loading.
That spark of foolishness sends,
innocent bodies floating.
Before we start a violent reaction.
I plead that we all step back,
if just for a little bit.
So we might let cooler heads,
try to make some sense of it.
Before the planet turns to,
an enormous pile of sh1t.
And we can’t stop this violent reaction.
Here I sit in prison in my 8 X 10 cell,
My own creation a living hell.
Racial tension is in the air,
Nothing about this is easy or fair.
The crime committed is getting high,
It’s illegal in the public’s eye.
The odds of paroling and not coming back,
You could say it’s a tough nut to crack.
You get to go home your out of the hole,
Slow down there you must report to parole.
When your there you piss in a cup,
Your parole officer says you better wise up.
If this is dirty, I’m taking your ass to jail,
Two weeks later back in prison in my 8 X 10 cell.
TURBO1904 OCT 31, 2021
Black, white, asian and chinese,
are so called terms to describe people correct politically,
The N word and all other terms for degrading ethnicities,
are used to define people others hate in a manner most offensively.
All are offensive terms to use to describe anybody,
whether they are racial slurs or terms correct politically,
because all those terms do is re enforce the differences of everybody,
and does not re enforce the scientific fact that we are all the same genetically.
We are not only all the very same specie,
we are all related to one another genetically globally.
We are all for the most part cousins removed for generations directly,
making all of us one literal worldwide dysfunctional family.
You need not be a KKK member or even a white supremacist,
to qualify today to be a bonified racist,
all you need to be is someone who still believes in the "race" concept,
which science has proved does not exist among any of us.
If you look at others as being different, you are contributing to racism,
but I believe that harmony will occur when people start realizing,
that we are all just a bunch of the same homos, *****sapiens,
the only specie recorded with a direct connected genetic family strain.
As long as people continue to see each other differently and not the same,
we will always be living on some level, great or small, of practicing racism.
The idiocy of color-ism keeps me awake!
I see us all in a twit over something insane.
I am white, Caucasian they call it.
But will we all have to have tests one day to prove such
idiocy?
Will Smith not Black enough to get a role as the Williams sisters father?
How utterly mad, Hollywood has eroded to this racial lather.
Ben Kingsley played Gandhi,hardly was the same color!
We all are far more mixed nationalities than we ever considered,
We've morphed into a PC, color ridden planet.
For God's sake~ we are human beings
first and colors,second!
Do you think heaven will have lines for people of color first?
Doubtful, but that's how it's becoming here on earth!
Equality? Give me a break!
We are all so talented but I cannot be created equal as a poet to
anyone here.
That's up to me, to let my poems shine.
At birth, some with maladies are born.
And to various economic households, too.
What's the hue and cry! God gives us different talents, not
to one but to all.
The government here thinks THEY can make us equal, a horrid
lie.
What nonsense,what propaganda the Smart TV vomits.
Do your best with the talents you have,
Work very hard and be most happy in all you pursue.
Being envious of others hurts me and you, too.
Please realize there are people, no matter how much you give them,
Will hate you even the more, sorry, it is true.
Like spoiled children in candy stores.
Nothing to feel morbidly guilty about at all.
We all are imperfect, that's for sure.
There are many doing great things for all nations,
Never told on your TV station!
Like many hunger operations in effect right now.
I wish we would see the amazing good that humans do.
Not all the horrid protests that destroy cities like Paris.
Mon Dieux!
Panagiota Romios
3/17/2019
I'm reading "Daring Democracy,"
Frances Moore Lappe and Adam Eichen,
noticing here too
racial justice glops onto EarthJustice.
This isn't news,
although maybe gospel GoodNews,
that polycultural regenerativity
and multicultural democratic health
are two reverse faces
of White
and Climate
Fragility,
In turn,
the ancient green health/wealth Face
resisting white nation-state western privilege,
militarism
colonialism
patriarchalism
nature/spirit dualism
fundamentalism
Anti-evangelical multicultural health,
regenerative wealth.
I lay my Daring Democracy paperback aside
lost in wonder
how we ever could imagine
degenerative monocultural elitism
as more worthy of a healthy democratic republic
than regenerative polycultural privilege
of sacred grace
Equally true
and cause for gratitude
whether atheist,
and/or monotheist,
and/or polytheist,
and/or pantheist,
and/or panentheist,
and/or ecologist,
and/or co-redeemer for EarthJustice.
Attached to the trees,
...of his mind’s fascination.
Caressing virgin pages
With a borrowed pen.
Trapped in a time...
...of being owned by someone.
Where freedom was only,
for the birds in the wind.
He’s heard of New York,
He’s heard of LA...
These are the thoughts,
He shares with the moon...
The humid day...
...blows dust on his face.
His father runs over,
“Get ta pickin’ boy soon!!!”
The freedom has silenced,
Reality...came back to mind.
No one’s ready for the truth he uncovered,
Not even the land...that he proudly calls home.
Freedom does exist...
Within the mind of a poet.
Not just in the sky...
Where the freedom bird’s flown.
At his father’s request,
He starts pickin’...pickin’ inspiration...
.. on desolate plantations of lies,
...of his father’s 40 acres and a mule.
Shackled to his dreams,
The wind whispers slavery’s sorrow...
Hummed by the workers abroad.
Lord, this boy’s not a cotton pickin’ fool.
Uneducated...his creations are sketches,
Poems in pictures of young boy dreams...
In the midst of slavery...he’s only a slave to his art,
And only...on the page can he run and play...
His music...is the worker’s song ...pickin’ cotton blues,
The rhythm of chains, and whistles of security afar.
For now...he sneaks off to his muse...a shade tree,
Hiding from the hot Georgian sun at bay.
While American kids ride their bicycles,
His recess is confined to his mind.
As the whistles grow farther into the distance,
It’s time for his imagination to play and run.
With bloody hands...he hums aloud,
Cooled by the un-racial breeze...caressing virgin pages...
...sketching his poems with a borrowed pen,
Under the very tree...where his forefather’s hung from...
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Note: Inspired by the work of Christopher Higgins