A multinational corporation
Will probably sell your thoughts
In exchange of profits and assets,
More valuable than your freedom.
But can you stop them?
A real question.
Probably not, for you don't understand
The rules of this game.
I have played for a while,
And have had experiences like forever.
It isn't a game of your opinions.
I understand now.
an ailurophile, cataophile, meowophile and felophile walked into a bar
when they came out each had six more cats
eight other cats followed them
their home cats planned a revolt
World is dead tonight -
A single burn flame alive-
Just till the sunshine,
no more hope- Our Sun ain't bright -
keep alive-Keep alive!
Nostalgia from provoking days,
Glory and lusty gaze-
Keats Autumn or Dicken's age-
Dark army and helly ways-
No more ruler slight-
Keep alive- keep alive!
Birth queen Clytemnestra, remember Persia's knife-
Spartan womb will write-
till then,Keep alive- keep alive!
Standing up for Minorities
A minority is black, not white.
A minority is she, not he.
A minority is alternative, not straight.
A minority is poor, not rich.
A minority is powerless, not powerful.
A minority is homeless, not housed.
A minority is addicted, not clean.
A minority is immigrant, not resident.
A minority is mother, not father.
A minority is sister, not brother.
A minority is unwanted pregnancy, not birth.
A minority is clean air, not pollution.
A minority is rising tides, not still waters.
A minority is extinction, not existence.
A minority is over-population, not subsistence.
These causes make no sense.
They have neither rhyme nor reason.
Expect not God's defense,
if you blast out curses and commit holy treason.
The unrighteous knew not God,
so they made laws for themselves.
They campaigned for justice,
and unwittingly chose hell.
"Get right with God," is topic "minority."
change your focus inward
and the topic of worlds will be dispelled.
by,
Martin Braun
6/11/2020
For our freedom
My world is dying
Death becomes her
Or suits her
Her? What machismo is this?
The fake masculinity that rises from
Their system of profit
It is changing
From male bosses
To male bosses and some women
An equal opportunity that keeps ravaging us
As workers, women and men
In the name of more money
For them
To reinvest in more capital
And more exploitation
There is no end
Unless we do it, ourselves
Rising together against
The bosses
Our gains, their losses
Rejoice, a new world is coming
I hear it drumming
At their fences
Hence their tenseness
Rejoice, revolt
Two words of wisdom
So far unheeded
But oh so needed
Until we act
For our freedom
For our freedom
Patti dropped her pants, turned away from the river, reached down and touched her toes, and squirted back a big spray of piss. The river rose, spilled the banks, washed away the world. Now we are free, at last, at last, on this empty empty planet.
FIX THE STREETS
Fix the streets.
One day the people will rebel
and stop paying taxes.
Fix the streets.
No one will want to live
here in San Diego.
Fix the streets.
One day the people
will revolt.
Fix the streets.
This is not the time
to put up with crooked politicians.
Fix the streets.
Wealthy people won't want to live here.
Fix the streets.
Janet Marie Bingham
Know, the ruling class
Who raise us all like cattle
We are more than sheep
Why you scrap me in history,
Using your astringent and twined lies?
You may now trample me in the soil
But just like dust, I'll fly.
I see my defiance upset you
And makes you surrounded with gloom
Just because I am living and walking
As if I've got a fountain of blood
The loving warm blood in my vein,
flowing like a river in my room.
Did you wish to see me broken?
Insulted and bowed head?
My shoulders drooping down
like my own bleeding tears
Weakened, shattered,
From my agony and cries
You may gun me down
With your words,
You may slice me with your sword,
Still, like warm southern wind, I'll rise.
Just like the certainty of waves,
I can fall but I’ll rise again.
Leaving behind nights of torture
From a past that's rooted in indignity
Out of sheer shame of history
I will bring the glory of from my own grave,
With the joy, dream and the hope of mankind
I‘ll rise bringing light on a daybreak
Not quite awake yet, need a big jolt
To get me going like a lightning bolt
Some astounding news
The world has reviewed
Instead of wars and killings we'll have a love revolt
© Jack Ellison 2016
CoArise each remembered
and imagined moment.
CoArise each bilateral inhaled
and exhaled breath.
CoArise each bicamerally conscious heart's light
and dark desire.
CoArise each win/lose work
and win/win play agenda.
CoArise each transactional commission
and transparent omission.
CoArise each binomial relationship
of positive value
with negative disvalue.
CoArise each eco-nomial
binomial.
CoArise each language comforting meme,
each silent
lusty
discomforting scream.
CoArise each impassioned mind paradigm
and compassioned body pleasure.
CoArise each neurosystemic individual
and biosystemic species.
CoArise each national Cooperating Space
within sacred EarthPlace.
CoArise EcoCitizens
of SunFather enlightenment
and MotherEarth empowerment!
CoOperate this CoArise;
cooperative systems form co-aroused
home again ReGenesis.
Nature’s Revolt
It was a day of woe
As we stared and uttered wails
When we beheld an awesome sight
Of priceless loss
It was a universal eve
When the world was sparkling the sky
With thundering shouts of joy
To greet the arrival of a saint
Who staked it, to be a saviour
But we were rooted out of our moods
With mortals wails taking us to the orients
Where we beheld nature untimely revolts
Against life in the Asian world
Spooked by a two headed snake,
a double of a living person squirms.
A moral crisis comes out
of a cage.
The private space is violated
and bloodbath of robins start-
to understand the unrest.
Antimatter will keep the mystery alive.
A distorted truth falls in your lap
like a figurine asking your pardon.
The dogma lies in mess. Chronology
moves forward for future dates.
This is not unusual. A wounded
lion has a sanguinity
of exactitude, lying on
a stretcher.
Satish Verma
What about this year,
where will I go
I'm not like them
They're just for show!
I'm losing heart
I used to care,
they never write
or call, or share!
The persons that I love the most
are far too busy to play host
it just goes on ~ year after year,
they're doing well, while I'm just here!
My friend will stop
she always does,
a heart of gold,
a long lost "cuz!"
It makes me sad
why bother then
she has her own
I'm just a friend!
A relative must need a home
somewhere, someone, belongs, unknown,
I wish them welcome, cost not prone
a homeless soul feels lost, alone!
I'll go out in the streets and ask,
God not forsake ~ iconoclast,
still in the Word, my meal's repast
who would come in ~ (they'll think they're last!)
This way must be the better then
to truly share ~ a lonely yen
the homeless season, seems to fend
on times called "Holidays" commend!
We tore out this hell and sank this English ship
We rafted a life till the Americas ran us dry
A sandy engagement, laughter, our world to tip
Our beats, our waves to sounds ugliest cry
In plunged your thunder to our words your stip
To have us quiet, browbeat, safe and nigh
Old masters married our merriment to desolation
Boys gauged, girls versed, and learned a false elation
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