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#OWS

2011-11-16T22:47:00.002-05:00

I don't care anymore
they don't play fair anymore
well, I guess they never did
but now their treachery isn't even hidden
macing grandmothers, shooting veterans in the face
this shit's a disgrace
land of the free - for corporations to rape and pillage
you get the shit end, if you're just a citizen
so I don't care anymore
I won't play fair anymore
Occupy everything! occupy everywhere!
psst, you hear that sound
we are going to bring the whore beast plutocracy crumbling down

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list

2011-07-26T15:49:00.001-04:00

if you know you're on the list
and they don't kill you first
lead the revolt from your cell
Make it the Warsaw ghetto
take the motherfuckers with us to hell

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time

2011-03-03T18:07:00.003-05:00

Too much time behind the line will make you crazy
it's amazing, the shit we'll do to conceal our true mood
and keep smiles on our face lest the gatekeepers see
our disgrace and shame
Yes, we know - we've only ourselves to blame
we feel that daily as we stare at our plates of stale bread and gruel
only a fool - would ever return here
So sincerely we proclaim, I'll never again set foot in this place
but the road to jail in unintentionally paved
if I follow the yellow brick road and click my heels
perhaps the judge'll let me go home
I'm tired of being tired, surrounded by people
yet completely alone
with a dreary, dreadful moan, I groan
this place has invaded my bones
heaping bitter ash and coals down my gullet atop my soul
but even in the darkest of times there are sparks of joy
and occasional sunshine

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muse

2011-03-03T18:02:00.002-05:00

Oh why must pain be my muse
Why not sunshine and bunnies, it isn't funny
Why's it take jail to make me creative
Why not love an happiness, my lover's caress
the curve of her breast, the feel of her inner thigh
the way I sigh satisfied in the warmth of her inside
why not the glint of joy in her lovely brown eyes
why's it take anger and rage to put my pen to paper
why's the poetry only flow from me
when I'm depressed
why not in jest
why do I write like a scribe during lock down at night
in the dark by the windows light sitting on the toilet
why not a beautiful summers day, then I've nothing to say
why can't I acquiesce and express my delight
why only struggle and strife
why can't I celebrate with song in my heart
why oh why must I be a martyr for my art

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etched

2011-03-03T17:38:00.002-05:00

The sadness engulfs me
It twists, contorts, and distorts me
for months now I've remained
in this place of untold horrors, depression, and pain
It's not so bad they say, at least they feed you
Yes, sloppy crap resembling dog food
it's not so bad they claim, at least they clothe you
Yes, in an over-sized orange jump suit
it's not so bad they state, you've a bed to sleep in
you mean a metal plank with a wool blanket and a torn dirty sheet
and they deign to state, it won't kill you
but you'll wish for death and it will change you
re-arrange you, inflict and sicken, leave you stricken
and wicked, the chains are permanent
etched in your mind, you'll always be doing time

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Spirit

2011-03-03T17:35:00.003-05:00

Tarry not o' freedom
Come, quicken the pace
This is a race, my soul grows heavy with burden
My feet can't carry the weight
O' Palestine, lend me your spirit,
let perseverance and resistance replace
my fearful, trembling gait

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platitudes

2011-03-03T17:30:00.003-05:00

Wounds that never heal
the smarter you are the more likely that you're crazy
it's easy to smile stupid happy when you're fuzzy about reality
"There's a reason for everything. Jesus will save you, and God won't
give you more than you can bear".
I declare! Simple dribble sounds cute, doesn't make it truth
Just easier for haunted minds
"God will forgive me. He's taken my liberty to teach me a lesson".
Is denial better than depression?
These fleeting moments are all we have, there's no heaven
when you're dead, you're dead
without the calming platitudes it's a lot harder to excuse
the way we treat our brethren

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Courts

2011-03-03T08:23:00.002-05:00

The Russian mob has more sympathy than American courts
Did you snort when I said that?
It wasn't a farcical proclamation, but a truthful statement
The "justice" system? Surely you jest
They'll bury you under the prison with no ability to contest
You can only appeal, and let some other heartless bastard
in a black robe know how you feel - about the unlubricated dick
shoved up your ass
en masse - bus loads of our comrades are trashed each day, thrown away
Do we have anything to say? Nay! We sit our fat asses on the couch
not willing to whisper even words in protest
What did Niemoller say? You'll have your day - they'll come for you
and none will be left to speak, the deafening sound of silence
stealing precious time from people's lives over petty crimes
is the definition of violence

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mistake

2011-03-03T08:10:00.002-05:00

You can dick with me - throw me in a cell, try to send me to hell
curse me and try to steal my fate - I'm used to it
The moment you threatened my family - that's the moment you blew it
Allow me to introduce myself, I am the lion of Judah
the sirens call, the bell that tolls
I will not rest, relax, or slumber until you've been exposed

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vacillate

2011-03-03T07:57:00.001-05:00

Bipolar vacillations - excitation and despondence
truth and consequence - I am a cog in the wheel
stuck in the system
trying not to breath, the air hurts my chest
grant my freedom - or death

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click

2011-03-03T07:54:00.002-05:00

When the cell door clicks
and the depressing reality sticks
you are the garbage, tossed away and discarded
you become hardened, not contrite
it doesn't matter if the system was right
or legally justified
someone's mother still cried, or their children
keep building jails and adding beds -
someone must fill them

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lunacy

2011-03-03T07:12:00.002-05:00

Irrational, illogical lunacy
Using fear and emotional appeals to confuse me
religion is a bad decision
It's neither intelligent nor a safe bet
to believe in what can't be seen or proven
it's mental illness and delusion
worthy of the derision I'm heaping
not all traditions are worth keeping
to give up happiness in this life
for the promise of heaven when you're dead
you have to be out of your head

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rage

2010-10-05T13:52:00.000-04:00

feeling an all consuming sadness
it's madness, insane, insanity
even the crazy call crazed
and everyone is dazed
confused no clue what the fuck to do
or who to blame
the corptocratic rulers seek to gather
and redirect their rage
at each other
the welfare mothers, baby daddy's, drug takers
a nasty beautiful Goebbelesqe painting
the disability fakers, teachers, and union workers
it's everybody's fault
except the sick rich bastards really hurting us
and there will be no one left to speak
when they threw our neighbors in a cage
we were too meek

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light

2010-09-04T14:58:00.000-04:00

I am the light
the might and wrath of what you call G-d
with a wink and a nod
fingers crossed and a mulligan on what you say
for fucks sake, how dare you call yourselves men of faith
you have none
in your brother, your neighbor, yourself, anyone or thing else
not the imagined netherworld deity
you think deserves more decency
than an Arab man with a deed to his land
the bum in Central park West
or the best and brightest poor resident of neighborhoods blighted
whose skin is not the lightest
and if kill is any part of what you're saying a creator said
you are not righteous
you're spiritually dead

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game

2010-09-04T14:57:00.001-04:00

my responses have changed
life, is a game
and whether or not we'll admit it
we all play
compete, for the food you eat
the place you sleep and the shirt on your back
is it stylish?
I've lost all tact
and just for fun I like to beat people
across the head with facts
You can rise to the top
floating on a sea of failed humanity
You can look ahead
and not at the heap of corpses freshly dead
slain, so Barbara Ann can drive across her suburban range
in a Rover

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fate

2010-09-04T14:52:00.000-04:00

my guts hurt
and my feet stick to inert dirt
when do we admit, our pointless attempts
to scratch dna across the surface of the earth
can't succeed
the sun supernova implodes
expands and swallows us whole
nothing, none of it, not a fucking thing remains
we never existed
existential crises complete
we become the fuel the universe eats

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moan

2009-12-14T01:31:00.002-05:00

The moan and groan
of a soul
long gone as it aches
for what it lost
the price and the cost
aren't matched
and the debt incurred
as your life force burns
will leave you bereft, broken
and choking on your own
consumption

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12:13

2009-12-14T01:28:00.001-05:00

twelve thirteen
the clock beams and silently
I scream
I find and get something wanted
deep seeded
just before departure
life or sanity
one's gotta leave
either cease to be
or cease to know
I gotta go

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force of truth

2009-04-06T02:42:00.002-04:00

the truth is bold
and courage is only ever afterwards
recognized as such
it takes guts
or maybe it just takes having had enough
to not move your ass out they way
we celebrate Rosa Parks now
they beat her down, and locked her up that day
Your heart knows what's right
don't be led astray
by creed, by greed
excessive self-interest is just not more efficient
and don't call yourself a follower of Jesus
if you whine about giving a little
so your neighbor might have a crumb
give all away and follow peace
otherwise
rich man, camel, needles eye...
that was your professed teachers sage advice
the chosen people, need Berlin walls? balls!
be the light
shine in the darkness wherever children cry
in Gaza
my Muslim brethren, do you hear your women?
they have a lot to say
set them free, and watch them elevate
they are the sirens call, the angels voice
the force of mother, like none other
their strength can break a siege

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strife

2009-03-15T15:31:00.002-04:00

starring into the abyss, the nothingness
the empty hole that is my soul
I'm curious
I want to know
Is this it? The whole show?
this mysteriously labeled precious experience of life
cradle to grave
struggle and strive
fight, fuck, and bleed
all with one hope
contribute a seed
a genetic stain, to carry forward our name
sequential helix strains
in vain
we try, we hold up lights
hopes and dreams, tears and sacrifice
as if there was a right
or wrong choice to make
for a fleck of dust, hurling through space

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Once upon a writer

2009-03-04T02:44:00.009-05:00

This next series of poems are 16 years old. Written in approximately 1993, I offer these for contrast and curiosity

Beautiful woman outside

You'll be left in a moment
with only the memory of pleasure
and yet we plunge headlong off the ledge, we leap
off the edge of a dark and bottomless crevice
without a fleeting thought of where it leads
a brief blissful moment, infinite and boundless
it has no end
It's divine beauty, blaring non-linear art
the feel of a passionate kiss
and touch of a desperate hand

cathedral

Housed in a great cathedral
a cathedral that stands against all demands
it fall
perfectly unattractive, yet exceedingly beautiful
grandeur in its wrapped serenity
faithless and fraught
yet standing in the persuasive grade of god
following its own shepherd
beside it's own still waters

candles

Can you see it over there?
that little flicker, that little flair
a dim light in the dark
a little flame, a tiny spark
over there my cup is brewing
and I am making her obscure
with all the seedy things I'm doing
to her body
in the dark
one burnt down candle here is glowing
throwing light unto her face
what an expression she's revealing
shades of shadows
surrounding us in nights concealing
Are you watching? Can you hear?
Can you see it over there?
that little flicker, that little flair
a dim light in the dark
a little flame, a tiny spark

atavism and sadness

The soul outlives the shell it's in
the body return to the dirt from which it came
and the world keeps spinning
around and around
all of its inhabitants
bustling and hell bound

want

All I want
just one unhampered breath
one mouthful of infant air
one cigarette
one smile with no prerequisite
one soul to give and bear
one love that doesn't ache
one word that will not wear
one gift that doesn't take

I'm all I'm looking for
and I've seen that face before
It's fucked and insecure
I refuse to listen
to hear anymore

All I need
just one day with myself, at peace
one hand that doesn't harm
one time that brow, without its crease
one voice of real concern
one place I know, and feel I'm safe
time to teach them all to learn
one gentle touch that doesn't burn

I'm all I'm looking for
and I've seen that face before
It's fucked and insecure
I refuse to listen
to hear anymore

nuances

I like those games you play, but can you really play them?
You seem to think you can
I like those words you say, but do you understand them?
you seem to think you do
but thoughts can be deceiving, and words can be misleading
I like that air you flaunt, and I like those looks you toss
I like that fire you have, but do you have it?
you really think you do
you act so worldly, but have you seen the world?
you act as if you've seen it, but anyone can act
if indeed you are, you do it damn well
you hide your nuances well, but you seem to want to reveal them
do you want to reveal them? how revel can you get?
do you like to play with fire? you seem to think you do
but can you really burn?
maybe your just a little spark
maybe not
you say that you can dance, well let's dance
you seem to keep the pace, can you keep the pace?
you really think you can
but your dancing with the devil and the chances get real high
and careful don't believe what he tells you
the devil likes to lie
can you lie with the devil? will you make it through the night?
you really think you will, but your will might break tonight
and the devil loves a fight
you think that you can take it, you'd better hope you're right
there is no turning back, and this is bound to last all night

breath

for a cup of coffee
or a sip of tea
a last gasping breath
your dying fucking creed
it's over my friend
but death's nice harmony

underground

never flowing with mainstream society
never flowing with anything
not a part of the continuous harmony
but quite the integral part of discord not understood
not overwhelmed by any tragedy
just overwhelmed by everything
against ethereal nothings, there's more guile in clouds and rain
never a part of anything, except the greater scheme of things
preferring just to live at random
oh the beauty of reckless abandon
up from the underground, out from beneath the veil
a flash of lightning, and a storm of hail

meteor

she dances like a meteor
brilliant in the night
and everyone sees her
dance across the sky
look fast young friends
look fast and catch a glimpse
her image won't last long
look fast and catch a glimpse young friends
too soon now
she'll be gone

eternally

my hearts love always burning
you'd think the flames would die
when all is burnt away
lack hasn't doused the flames
the fire still burns
where my heart did lie

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uncouth

2009-03-03T17:50:00.001-05:00

Dying makes one uncouth
prone to brutal truth
harsh words and reprimands
it's not intentional
just hard to tolerate those overly sentimental
about meaningless things
clinging to life itself yet
vacillating
some days I'd rather just cut the safety
and fall
let go of it all
impatient, impatience
I haven't time for waiting
I have a destination
whose ultimate implication is
I cease
and bearing such meaningless prattle
I long for the rattle
death, deceased, dead
peace

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primal

2009-03-02T23:37:00.000-05:00

another night of waiting, anticipating, hoping for something better
trying to be clever, knowing it's in vain
knowing I'm fast, faster approaching, my final resting place
my last plot of dirt, my grave
grave, such thoughts magnify a primal response
a biochemical wave
attempting to assuage and replace my fear
with urgency and action
inaction, forced rest of the sick
my mind insists, and my limbs have quit
what to do, but try and prove I exist
through whit, and charm
and with all pretenses disarmed
I may, just may still be in possession
of such indispensable weapons

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days

2009-02-26T17:38:00.000-05:00

and I awake green pallor faced
expunge
more like heave and foam
and heave and heave
wipe my face, and brush my teeth
brew some coffee, boot my brain
every day begins the same

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ВИЧ

2009-02-19T12:04:00.004-05:00

Не любите меня. У меня ВИЧ.
Да, мой врач, у меня ВИЧ.
Скоро умру?
Я знаю, я понимаю
Пою и танцую, нет смысла плакать.
Сегодня я жив!
Завтра? Может быть....

In English:

No love for me. I have HIV.
Yes, my doctor, I have HIV.
Soon I'll be deceased?
I know, I understand.
Sing and dance, no sense in crying.
Today I live!
Tomorrow? Might be

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seize

2009-02-04T15:55:00.002-05:00

just hold on
it's a ride you're on
you can't get off until it stops
when you're dead
brace your head
you're about to be jarred
leaving your nerves scarred
seize
hold on a minute
I lost my speech

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selection

2009-02-03T12:18:00.001-05:00

I smelled your name
it felt like mine
your intellect, curiosity, I thought kin selection
deflection and rejection
where I sought reciprocity
olfactory delusion and mental confusion
why do you smell like me
You have none of my traits

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neurologic

2009-01-02T02:17:00.001-05:00

a spark, flame, fire!, pain?
disturbance
shit storm in my brain
It's hard to breath
hard to sit, hard to stand
I can't always control my hands
fingers curled spastic twisting
failure to engage, response delayed
The ride doesn't stop, and I can't get off
lost, trapped, shivering and afraid
I'd rather have died with grace
or at least expediency
the fates had a different rendition
I guess that's the human condition
my body is now my prison
I don't require any chains

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seeds

2009-01-01T23:28:00.001-05:00

intimate it to me
so I might understand
there is a difference?
between a Jewish, and a Muslim child?

the littlest voices from the Warsaw ghetto cried
and echo still
their voices whispers on the wind
heard today, a resounding cry
We are Palestine
We are Gaza
We are alive

Cut the tree, dig out the root
it's seeds will spread and multiply
we will not die
We are Gaza
We are Palestine

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limp

2008-10-28T22:45:00.000-04:00

limp
spirit of resistance
meager strength
paltry means
fearful, apathetic breath
the stench of death
primal rage
a self imposed cage
a walking corpse
rotting disease
none hears the scream

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terminal

2008-09-12T10:55:00.001-04:00

I don't think I want to think anymore
I've long since ceased to care
rising puffs of smoke and twirled tufts of hair
coffee stains, and the monitors glare
a blinking terminal prompt
my lone weapon in fighting despair

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trade

2008-08-10T02:44:00.001-04:00

the lament of humanity
could have, should have
seems like wallowing in selfish pity
indeed it is
but also a deeper commentary
on the human condition
silent understanding, wasted potential
time equated with paper money
translates to a redundant, pointless existence
life, time, a child's first steps
traded for paper
traded again for things that are in essence free
squashing the spirit and soul of being
existentially frustrated, medicated legions
internalizing as failure difficulty living in chains
Houston, we have a problem
your maladjustment to injustice and perversion of the sytem
in which we're all expected to be loyal
good corporate citizens
is not the problem
and even if we are fundamentally fine and comfortable
our eyes see through the veneer
the thoughts might not consciously pierce our minds
but we know, we feel the cry
by the end of these lines
quite a few children needlessly died
and civilians, and soldiers in wars
and everyday people, from treatable disease
it's hard to smile
when your heart's paralyzed
fictitious divisions, separation, nations, faiths, economic systems
what you want is your brother
in this, Gods have no hand
it's a conflict between man and his nature
a crack in the matrix constructed reality
self-interest, inherent greed
are not more efficient, but a more destructive means
of achieving your needs
something to eat, clean water, and a warm place to sleep
the comfort of knowing you won't be killed as you dream
even the cat and dog exist together in peace
when they don't have to fight
for the same piece of meat

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refusal

2008-08-03T15:51:00.014-04:00

ساحاول ان لا اموت
بهاذا الشكل
الا متا ساجاهد
طاقتي تستنزف
ارادتي تحطمت
قلبي لن يعد يريد ان ينبط
المعيشة هذه
المعديه بالمرض
فما هى من معيشه
بل رفضي للاستسلام

In English:

I'll try not to die
so soon
not sure I'll succeed
feel the energy drain
my strength diminished
my heart is not in it
living like this
‫ ‫infected with the disease
It's not really living
just refusal to quit

by Yeshara Ravitz and Hashem Atiyeh Manasra

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War

2008-07-21T18:59:00.002-04:00

War on the poor?
you don't want it
we're used to making these sacrifices
keep going when you haven't had much food
sleep in the heat
and the freezing cold
and the only thing you eat
is what the fuck you grow
or kill
You'll loose for the same reason as the South
gentleman lack, guerrilla warfare experience
only this time you might want to think again
it's the South that has more guns than men
and your glutton and greed has swelled our ranks
by the dawns early light we sing, revolucion!
each so called terrorist you kill or incarcerate
has ten more pissed off replacements
six billion chains swaying in slave ships
and soon you'll wish, you hadn't made such aggressive attempts
to control our control of having children
we're already accustomed to smiling, being strong and waving
sending our kids off to fight
I told you we're used used to sacrifices
and to live as free people
we're willing to die

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the fall

2008-07-19T00:20:00.003-04:00

amazing, defies explanation
so many can't see the writing on the wall
didn't the Roman empire fall?
and the Persian, the Ottoman, and British empire too?
why do you think your nation will escape karmic retribution?
you think that Jesus will save you?
he already told you
you reap what you sow
faith, religion, and other bullshit aside
the statement is true
the bill collector is coming
payment is due

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Past

2008-07-18T00:32:00.003-04:00

and suddenly, my rage is limp
toss me in a shallow grave
throw the dirt on my face
you want the past in the past
my dear as you wish, or at least
I'll grant your request
but don't be surprised when the world
bites you in the ass
if there's anything I've learned it's this
no matter how much you scream, run, hide or plead
how hard you try to forget
Everything comes full circle
and will be remembered
perhaps I'm a masochist
my preference is to keep the wounds fresh
I've a tendency to repeat mistakes
If I'm not looking at the marks they make

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Martyr

2008-07-17T11:34:00.002-04:00

I'm already a martyr to corporate greed
might as well make it official
die quietly at home alone?
with a whimper?
ney, I think I'll do it with a bang
or perhaps, a boom
at least then they'll remember my name
otherwise, I'm just another statistic
and to tell you the truth
I'm sick of it
watching those I love, even myself
wither and die
apparently health care is not a human right
but a corporate service
and only those who can pay, deserve it
I want to believe
it's just the few, the greedy bastards doing it
truth is, every last fucking one of us contribute to it
financing our own undoing
keeping us occupied watching the idiot tube
fighting over imaginary divides
there's no black, no white, no Latino
no Jew, no Muslim, no Christian
There's rich, and there's poor
which group are you in?

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Smokes

2008-07-16T22:55:00.000-04:00

I want, that I didn't want to smoke
shit making me choke
lungs turning black
financing my own death
what kind of shit is that
more addictive than heroin
but perfectly legal!
When you can buy congress
even mass murder is fine
as the only thing that matters
is the corporate bottom line
you - are the expendable
your only worth measured in units
of consumption and production
back to work now - serf

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Free

2008-06-30T01:58:00.001-04:00

I feel - free
knowing it's mostly over for me
I've been told that I'm clever
I've a fondness for the pen
so I'll rant, and I'll rage
but I'll never work again
no longer can I march in the streets
as the moment would seem to demand
of me - of us all
people are being sacrificed
pay - or starve, and die
capitalism cannot be morally justified
the children - men, and women that I see
are the externalities
hurricanes, floods, the rising sea
pandemic disease
the warriors blood measured by growth in GDP
polar bears - the progress of humanity
receding like the ice
the oligarchs' prize
distracted by lies
Moshiach, Jesus, the Hidden Imam
awaiting redemption
It's not going to come

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Dealer

2008-06-29T19:27:00.000-04:00

Drug dealer
people killer
my nigga
a service I need
like smoking that weed
wall street sickness
even in the hood
quick money
no thought of long term profitability
state vacations
and federal retirement plans
prohibition - a legal means
of repressing minorities
fatherless children
daddy's in the pen
maybe he'll be home
before I'm grown
but minus the vote he needs
excluded from the solution
politicians do not listen
they suffer the same disease
get money
as if
there's a price on your life
what about a mothers
peace of mind
husbands, sons, and brothers
fleeting glimpses
orange jumpsuits
Democracy?
Oh, you mean rich folk shitting on the poor
kicking down your door
handcuffing children
twenty years behind the line
profit from misery
used for waging war
CIA - the real connect
using stolen black wealth
to steal Arabian oil
drugs? terror?
Corporate henchmen - our true enemies

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Before I sign off

2008-05-29T21:21:00.001-04:00

Before I sign off
before the wax burns down
and the flame flickers out
before the all embracing darkness
and the final lights out
I haven't seen it all
but I've seen a lot
I've lead the cadence call
inside a prisons walls
and flexed my dean's list honors
it seems like contradiction
I say am Yisrael chai, and free Palestine!
a light unto the nations
shouldn't need walls of separation
When endless numbers fight, and die to resist your cause
you might consider you are doing something wrong
in honor of my name, I'll explain
damn if everyone ain't missing the message
you bless your children, to be like Menashe and Ephraim
the first brothers in Abraham's family, who didn't fight each other
their portion was the same
equal blessing, that's the lesson
you can eat your brother's portion, but the meal will be served with pain

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Fast

2008-05-19T22:35:00.001-04:00

I'm grateful I learned to cook
at three in the morning I can enjoy
home made chocolate chip pancakes
in less time than it takes
driving to some waffle house and getting served
something golden brown pressed batter
masquerading as a waffle
from a sleepy waitress and a kid who can't cook
the easy way is never easy as it looks

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History

2008-04-02T19:36:00.005-04:00

Allahu Ahkbar, Baruch Hashem, Praise Jesus!
or are you singing The Epic of Gilgamesh?
Oy vey people, they're just pretty stories
localized for the ethnocentric group preaching at the time
long ago, before Muhammaded, long before Jesus, even before Abraham
there was an Iraqi woman named Kug Baba, she was king
centuries even after she died
her legend traveled the annals of time
monuments were erected, attributed to her
her story traveled southward - until it reached the Syrians
they called her the snake god, not a whisper is heard again
until a rag tag group of Hebrew poets called her Eve
the stories just repeat themselves
from Horus to Jesus, all those virgin born sons of god
the story is older than he is
and my god man - he was Jewish
could you please find some style?
at least Jews are kind of cute with the kippas and curls
even the Muslim brothers, have you heard them pray?
of course Ishmael means god hears them
hearing you call Muslims backward is funny
that's definitely pots and kettles
history has record of their contributions
many can be found in the American constitution
don't forget al jabra - you know algebra
if anyone can talk shit, I guess it's a Jew
my people are known for many things
being stupid isn't one of them
except for the settlers
running around with Torahs calling them deeds
holy shit my my Jews, do you have a brain disease?
since you all think atheism a form of religion
well all right then, I'll offer a prayer
baruch ata ha olam (bless the universe), and everything in it
all from the same stardust
at the elemental level no one is different
every living thing shares the same goal
survive, and enjoy it
don't waste your time worshiping
your own ego in the sky
well actually - if it makes you happy
go ahead and do it - give your whole life force, everything you have
I hope you find peace, I hope that it's worth it
I won't begrudge you anything that eases your mind
helps you make it through this brutal, short life
all I ask is return the courtesy
though we're fundamentally the same
each soul vibrates differently, slight difference in elemental combination
the multicast of different frequencies
don't be surprised, the message received is different
maybe some day this short time and space gets reinvented by a future poet
assuming our species not extinct
it's true we cannot break the earth
the planet will surely out last us
we only need comprehend the tiny size and range
in which our fragile human lives exist
to truly know awe and wonder
Will it scare us shittless when it finally rings clear -
that tiny range - that is a thing 6 billion plus can change
there may not be any future generations
debating - trying to decipher meaning from these words
using a mistranslated piece of the poem
our history may end
cheers - here's to wishing me wrong
I'll close with a warning
to any future person, should you happen to read my shitty writing
don't put weight in my words they offer nothing
except insight into the places a stoned mind can wonder
it's ironic - history is left to judge
knowing my luck this final warning stanza the portion erased
these atheist words twisted become a messianic prophecy
Does it sound ridiculous?
well really it should
it's about as credible as these other stories
of Jesus, Muhammad, and Jews parting the sea
a thirty something Jewish guy wondering the desert
with his twelve best male buddies
only in this twisted world could he end up worshiped
by a bunch of gay bashers
you've got to see the irony
Our sages message?
treat your neighbor as you wish to be treated
I guess we desire random bombs and demolitions
locked behind a wall, life in a shit hole ghetto Gaza
How did the message killing even one is killing all humanity
become a walking suicidal bomb
exploding yourself and everyone near isn't a clear way of saying
you're tired of being killed
but I do understand - I'd probably do the same
intifada's ingrained within the human spirit

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She knows her name

2008-03-31T23:08:00.001-04:00

She knows her name, I won't say it
I can't fucking help it that I still love her
she's the only one, really, that I ever loved
I can't quit her - anymore than I can quit smoking
and just like that, I don't really want to
phantoms in my memory, a persistent addiction
once it was cool, now it's just killing me
haunted by her taste, the tang of her skin
how quickly it turns bitter, knowing I'll never
taste it again

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Empathy

2008-03-27T01:23:00.002-04:00

What did walking the streets, sitting in prison
hanging with thugs and drug dealers teach me?
empathy
You have no idea what you'll do
until you're hungry with no where to sleep
and I love it when rich white folks question
the career choices of black men
Would you play the game, if you knew you'd only loose?
and what's the difference between a whore and a wife?
they're both fucking for money far as I can see
the whore is just more honest - she doesn't lie and say she loves him
Stop blaming it on the Mexicans
They aren't the reason for your low wages - your government is
the border really did cross them
but to know that - you'd have to read a history book
it's not really your fault - I know they don't teach us
but I have to ask - from here forward, put some effort into it
and those who sway and pray themselves into a deluded state
comforted by the good book
persecute and incarcerate those who look towards drugs to do it
mostly we're wretched little creatures
but even the worst among us will surprise you
if you look hard enough for the sparks,
you'll find them

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Maladjusted

2008-03-21T02:48:00.002-04:00

Now I was a total fuck up in my youth
it took a while for me to get through it
some of the bullshit that happened to me
but I won't tell no sad stories
nodody wants to hear it
We're all expected to suck it up
and deal with it

I did the best I could
and I'll be first to admit
that wasn't very good
I'd like to tell you I've made improvements
but most would say that ain't really true is it
really the only the thing different
I got enough sense to keep my ass out the prison

maybe I should be a rapper
to hear 'em tell it your record is
your reputation
If that's the case then I'm straight
My education?
I went to metro state
ATL - yeah I know that place
my streets was 5th and Myrtle
I learned from real street hoes
that'll slap a pimp
not just slap him, but turkey slap 'em
she's got one bigger than you
it really is true

I'm not really old, but I feel it
I like the country now
fewer people, more space, and air I can breath
I spend most of my days trying not to puke
praying to a G-d I don't believe in
please lord I'll cry if I shit again
all my nights are spent alone
shivering cold and sweaty
but worse than any of the symptoms
is the realization, I'm another statistic

slowly fading away
thoughts of places I'll never see
dreams still unfulfilled
could have been is all I'll be
but I do have a parting message
listen, and don't forget it
always wear a condom
or you might not live long enough to regret it
and even if you do
you might wish you hadn't
when you find yourself rapping
about weighing 90 pounds
and coining terms like ass trumpets
I do solemnly swear -
you don't want this

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Jerusalem

2008-03-21T00:56:00.005-04:00

Jerusalem
the land of dreams
she's stood so long
if walls could talk
such things she would say
so sad her visage
listen, you can feel her walls scream
and pleadingly she asks
why are brothers killing brothers
why is my history the color red
if you come here hoping for miracles and wonders
you'll find instead
blood flowing like rivers
from two peoples full or rage
except they aren't two peoples
they are one, and the same
as both their holy books proclaim
Isaac and Ishmael are brothers
yet they kill each other
in the same G-d's name

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Childhood lessons

2008-03-18T15:37:00.001-04:00

Sex will get you money
hard work does not pay
don't ever trust nobody, not even your family
dope more valuable than gold
love is a disease, make you do crazy shit
you wouldn't believe
schools don't offer education
the state can decide you're too much trouble
send you off somewhere, give you some labels
that land of the free stuff,
is nothing but fables

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Let freedom ring

2008-01-06T05:13:00.002-05:00

Let freedom ring
I'm still waiting
we got more generations of bloody oppression
than generations as a nation
choking on my own frustration, consternation
invocation
Rise up and grab your arms
what they gone do?
They cross that line, they're sure to find
a soldier and a cop are citizens too
and if they ain't
oppress their own and defend them cannibals
let them meet a traitors fate

Let freedom ring
peaceful resistance is always preferred
but just ask Al Qaeda, guns and bombs will get ya heard
what's the difference
according to Homeland Security Greenpeace and Islamic radicals have a
natural co-habitation
Yeah, cause hippy chicks like hanging with the Taliban
and if you buy that shit
you might just buy the Arab boogie man

Let freedom ring
torture was not in the declaration
they love to quote Reagan
so quote how he was proud our nation didn't harass it's
citizens for identification
National I.D. card, papers please - despotic incarnations
4th of July
they selling apple pie and patriotic lead coated flags
made in China by a child
call it communist China, where's the communism?
They selling shit too, see Asia rising
buying debt and taking names
watch her beat these Wall street motherfuckers
at their own
market games

Let freedom ring
capitalism and democracy do not coincide
in fact they often collide
when freedom interferes with maximum profit
fuck the rules, change the game
legislators are purchased
legal departments writing laws
Yes, that squeezing painful sensation,
is your balls

Let freedom ring
like a pimp slap across the bible belt
worried about gay marriage and evolution
instead of blood, wars, and destruction of the
constitution
Jesus would call you stupid
trees - meet the forest
Gump, T.N.T., C.B.S. - maybe the problem is all
that corporate sponsored television
they ingest
AOL, CNN, MTV, and Fox News
that shit is enough to give anyone the blues

Let freedom ring
hello America
there's nothing left to say
if Bush and Cheney's lies and treason
don't motivate you to rise up
and retake your nation
then the freedom bell is broken
and I'm not sure what to do
but down south soldiers never give up
I'm looking for my glue, and my tape
to hold this shit together
until a new generation can arise
one that's got some balls, and some eyes that can see
through the haze of Nike shoes, Beyonce, and American Idol
and will say
Hey Mr. Politician - I don't give a fuck about your views on
flag burning and family values
the world is burning
children starve and die
wars are raging
and the elderly, and the children are the ones who need saving
not the sinners
and the Arabs are right
If you invaded our country we would sing
"By the rockets red glare", as RPG's light the night

Let freedom ring
we can do it like Ghandi
park our ass in Washington sit down and do nothing
no work, no shopping
show congress who really got the purse strings
hard to fund repression with no taxes
if the police don't go to work who will stop the rally
let freedom ring
rain down justice rolling thunder
when the people get together
they can accomplish wonders

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Dystopia

2007-12-31T04:42:00.000-05:00

Dystopia

faith
believing in things you can't prove
that's the definition of insanity
and normally my mood is
agree to disagree
it don't concern me
so do what you do

but you crazy motherfuckers
are not satisfied
to believe in your God
and let me
not believe in mine

religion is insane
death, destruction, and chaos
all in God's, say it with me now, good name
this dystopia of belief
has infected their brain

I apologize -
for what I'm about to say
some will find it rude
but now is the time
to dispense
some truth
Jesus is
a dead Jew.

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Ode to caffeine

2007-12-31T03:00:00.001-05:00

Ode to Caffeine

without you
I am not me
I cannot speak, dare not approach me
I'll cut your throat for saying
something as simple as
hello

ode to caffeine

without you I would be
a sociopathic murderer
bent on the destruction of humanity

ode to caffeine

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Morning Time

2007-12-26T03:17:00.002-05:00

I feel the color green
scream
except I can't I'm choking on my own vomit
eat
sure no problem
all that I'll need
is a little time to finish puking, some Phenergan, and some weed
weed
yes, it's wonderful
it has some side effects
like finding myself wondering
why the hell I'm writing this
life
well I'm clinging
not suicidal quite yet
just hopeless, bitter, my ass hurts in ways I can't explain
It's unfortunate lacking the courage
to end my own pain
so I will smile, grin, and bear it
G-d dammit I'm not dead
My walking bag of bones
here to remind them
You haven't cured this shit yet!

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Peace?

2007-12-24T01:24:00.001-05:00

Peace?
I've heard it said even microbes hate each other in the middle east
How can we achieve such lofty goals?
when leaders of both sides are more concerned -
with pork on the streets, where human blood runs
and children walk to school beneath the steel glare
of guns

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Lamentation

2007-12-24T00:43:00.000-05:00

What's the distance between cold and hot?
buddy you think you know who you are,
but you're not
proud American?
proud of what
Waterboarding, the national sport
the state of the nation, a state of tort
turn on the evening news
hear the latest report
of where to shop for Christmas
the danger of the Mexican illegal immigrant
black on black crime
lead toys, dangers to your children
drug smugglers, paedophiles
kidnappers, the negative influence of rappers
how to invest for your retirement
smile, be patriotic and wave
boy it is a requirement
Got something to say?
No fly list, Guantanamo bay, terrorist
disgrace, this isn't my nation
where is the peoples rage?
A Patriot now afraid to Act
or struggling not to loose his mortgage
layoffs, insurance hikes
8 dollar a gallon milk, 4 dollar a gallon gas
tax, tag, and registration fee
the multinationals own his ass

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מרירוס

2007-11-29T12:10:00.000-05:00

I'll light a candle, and speak your name
say sweetly in Hebrew a blessing, and try not to die from shame
even the wretched are graced with sunshine, and even I was given you
and I don't even believe in G-d, except to say
nothing of this earth could have known
how perfectly to make, all I wanted
not even me
I have to live with it, I asked you to leave

I ask for your happiness, protection, and that all your dreams are granted
that you be filled with joy, that you never know need
and that you be given your perfect creation, someone worthy
not an asshole like me

This isn't your yizkor, it's mine
I died the day you left
I recount it every year, around this time

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