I am, Black

Written by a BLM member.

I am black, a slave to white oppression

The white race enslaved my traditions, language, my body, but never my mind

The white society of America has hidden behind its privilege

Law tendered towards white protection has caused my brothers and sisters to grasp the bars of prison.

We are owed a place, a country, a voice to be what we are…

We are black, we are not racist, only the pigs, the police, the white race

are racist…

Burn it down if needed

Shout and demand the white race surrender to us

We are, black, and you will… hear us.

(ironic protest if written by a black person and deemed racist if written by a white person. Who can tell the true color of my skin? Definitely no human on this planet could ever come close, especially if they met me in a dream)

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Traffic Jam

A man talked to me regarding how President Trump is following Hitlers playbook. Interesting as all men and women of power are now thought as following Hitlers playbook if one views the actions as such.

Obama. Reagan. Erdagon. Jinping… an endless list of those who the people admire or despise.

What playbook did Hitler follow?

And just what is a ‘playbook’?

Actions are what are followed. Powerful actions of whatever it is one wants to use.

Jesus used peace and personal example. Hitler used a country for his personal agenda of power ascension.

What playbook do you use? Do you yell, “Fuck the police!” and then call others racist or following Hitlers playbook?

Do you help charities with lots of charm and treasure while fucking children?

Shoplift? Facelift? Politically neutral? Introvert? Extrovert? Intelligent? Mentally impaired? Patriotic?

It all really does not matter as the only, and by only; the only thing that matters is you are human. Nothing more, nothing less. You follow the playbook of life. Your life, and your life impacted by the lives and reality of everything else on this planet.

If you do ‘good’, so what? You will die. If you do ‘bad’, so what? You will die.

You are dead and you don’t even know it yet.

I say, fuck this planet and every other one in this dimension. And by fuck, it is not sexual but violence of chaos and in such chaos, the order of continuity. So, following a very old playbook, a little piece of rock hitting your moon is in order. Enjoy the show humans. Just a taste of what is.

Fire

The West is on fire, but this is no surprise as the World is always on fire.

Anger.

Foolishness.

Ignorance.

Ice cold existence keeps the fires at bay.

Frozen thoughts.

Frigid actions.

A cube of solid reality no fire on earth could ever melt away.

Grrr…

Ha! Grrr… sounds like a roar or a bear suffering constipation after eating a BLM riot monger who was stupid enough to fuck with a bears dinner of an environmentalist jogger who tried to make friends with the bear.

I feel sorry for any bear who decides to eat a BLM idiot OR one of those people who think they are an environmentalist.

Lot of anger out there in human land. Self righteous. Pompous. Entitled. And worse yet, intelligent ignorance. A whooooole lot of intelligent ignorance.

A little story then. A fantasy story. Completely made up. It could never, ever, be real.

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Collateral Reality

War. War is such a strong three letter word for a very powerful action. War is one of the most powerful actions a human being can conduct. The opposite and also powerful action humans can be capable of is, love.

Two brothers are capable of both war and love. Sometimes at the same time which is impossible for creatures of Earth.

“Who speaks?” the voice is old and barren of sound, only the vibrations of grinding rock tells one listening as to the language and ‘words’ be presented.

“It is.:.”

“This is why you have been?”

“It is:..”

“Remember. It is not ours yet and you will be met with it.”

“.:.Already it is done.:.”

“Try then to protect the innocent while the feast is mine.”

“It.:. .:. .:. is .:. .:. . because of command, one you have forgotten or have you decided you could?”

“The power is mine.”

“It is not (it can never be understood as what has just occurred as this is ‘read’ is a large hole of such magnitude has consumed more than thought or memory) yours to decide.”

“Of this, we agree brother.”

“War.”

“Yes. War.”

“Peace to you brother. I love you and you have, we have, and with commands released in the broken seal, (a sea. a large and mighty sea is drained dry. fertile fields sterilized. a moon shattered. so much gained while so much is lost.)

“Your peace, not mine.”

“It is”

.:.

Puff the Magic Dragon

Ode till ma grundig

Ost till min dragi

Omber mostil ande

Ocri osti tollum…

>>>fif th legin

fires bellow as laughter from the hearth laden dry the Summers gather

tickling sparkened aire

forge to bend steel metal

as worm digs the trench taken

and merry often the breeze so kindles.

Love

It has been awhile since writing about a small yet powerful part of human emotions.

“I love ice cream,” or “Don’t you just love how the sun set over the volcano?”

Of course…

“I hate ice cream,” or “Don’t you just hate how the sun set in Tokyo?”

Love is a crazy emotion of so many definitions and uses.

“I’d love to fuck that woman,” or “I loved how that man fucked me.”

Crude? Vulgar? Who cares… Only the individual who chooses to love or hate love or love hate or even take the time to dwell with human emotions.

I study people as it is… a hobby of mine. Needless to say, totally impressed how such a creature can exist with so much in so little time with the ability to switch and cross lines constantly.

A saint falling into the world of sinner.

A sinner becoming a saint.

An evil mass murder who gives his life in love for a child.

A child choosing to kill their parents.

I tried love and while interesting for humans is only natural for others.

Humans version of what love is is humorous and I must admit, confusing.

It is like expecting a perfectly normal skunk ambling through the woods to speak Latin and when learning they are unable, to find that strange…

Human emotions of love and hate are a block of so much that for the short time the bodies are allowed to exist.

Thankfully though, for all the good and bad which occurs daily for every human, there does come the day when they will realize what love is and what hate is… And that day is the day which comes for all humans, the day the body dies and the mind is open.

Funnel

Words flow with a smoothness covered with chunkiness

Up from the bottom, down from the top

Heavy one moment, light the next

but not free… never are words free

They are directed, led, contained, even restrained

going through the narrow hole until stored in a jar with no limits to size

proving there is more to God’s humor when the realization occurs

there is no lid to the jar.