Nudity and Sex: Deal with itHere's a suggestion:Nudity and Sex: Deal with it8 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Stop treating sex and nudity as taboo or risqué and accept it as a normal and natural part of who we are as a species. Let's put away the old ideologies of shame and ignorance and progress ourselves by showing a level of maturity about these mundane and common facts. Society needs to stop acting like a adolescent (i.e. thinking with one's genitalia) regarding the subjects of nudity and sex. Clothes service a vital purpose in our lives -protection from the elements, our environment, breast shag, and the sight of obese and elderly body-types; economic growth and marketing; social statements; the discrete transport of weapons, explosives, and contraband; etc.- but the lack thereof should not be cause for alarm or disgust (in most cases). Maturity in dealing with these natural traits should be a hallmark of our sentient and cognitive existence. Reason drives us to advance beyond our current lackluster approach and reach a state where such trivial things no longer matte
To Israel From PalestineO Israel...To Israel From Palestine7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You want me to surrender to the gun?
And just let you have your fun?
Who do you think I am?
Your Slave U.S.A, the one that you have fooled by your propaganda lies?
You underestimate me
Have you forgotten who I am?
Let me remind you
I am PALESTINE!
And I have All Mighty Allah on my side
I carry the flag of
"La illaha illa Allah"
"There is no god but Allah"
You think you have weakened me
But you don't understand
You have only strengthened me
You swim in my people's blood
Blood of innocents of the young and old
While America feeds you bread
To have another child dead
And yet you claim I am the terrorist?
You can fool the world but you can't fool God!
My faith and trust in Him will never be buried for it will never die
I hold on to patience because i know soon revenge will be knocking on your door,
Not from me, but from the one who created you and me!
Burning Books Without FlamesHatredBurning Books Without Flames7 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
She sat, reading.
They attacked. "Whatcha readin', Janice, huh, whatcha readin'?"
Janice shifted her position slightly. It's called Fahrenheit 451, by Ray Bradbury."
They scowled. "I'n'at that dumb movie about how September 11 would never have happened if Gore were elected? Why would you read the book of such a stupid movie?"
"The two are completely unrelated," said Janice, and she turned the page.
"Oh, yeah? Well, what's it about?"
Janice grinned. "The evils of censorship."
They smirked. "How's this for censorship?" and they took the book and tore out a single page.
Janice waited until they left to cry.
He loves riding his bike to the library. Exercise and great works by great people. Nothing could be better.
But today something feels different. Something feels... wrong. He searches the shelves for something to eat, but the shelves were empty.
"Excuse me," he asks the librarian, "but where are the books?"
"You heard me. Tra
'Equality'We should open the door'Equality'8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But we don't have to open the door
Because 'Women are strong' and 'Chivalry is dead'
Wait...so I was SUPPOSED to open the door?
Equality, my ass.
They wear short skirts and low-cut shirts
To further advance their careers
We get fired for making advances
Or telling dirty jokes
Equality, my ass.
Women are proud of their ability to use us
When we call them on it, they cry out
'We're independent!' and 'We don't need you or your money!'
Then why do you use us?
Equality, my ass.
Why do I have the put the toilet seat down?
Why can't that bitch put the toilet seat back UP
When she's done taking a pee?
I know why...
Equality, my ass.
Sexist jokes are always funny
Especially the ones about how dumb men are
Women don't like being told they're self-absorbed
Most won't like this poem
'Chauvinists' they call us.
Equality. My. Ass.
BILDERBERGERein Sakrileg: der Sonnaufgang!BILDERBERGER6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
des Himmels Arschbacken entflammt
sinnierte der Volksmund
wie treffsicher Maultaschen sund
doch schimpfe nicht Politiker
für repräsentierte Schuld...
fremder Inhalt hat sie abgefüllt!
seit Helmut Kohl für Europas Wohl
den Multis Deutschland verkaufte
zum letzten Mal seiner Stärken beraubte
trat ALIAS Merkel ihre Einladung an
und siehe da: Merkel gewann!
wenn die Bilderbergkonferenz ruft
pumpt das Feuerwerk neues Blut
denn Rotschilds und Konsorten beuten
diesen Planeten aus
sich zu erleuchten
2009 vom 14 bis 17ten
im Astir Palace Ressort
luden illustre Gäste aus Wirtschaft
Politik,Presse, Geheimdienst und Gott
Zukunftsmarionette Roland Koch
Geldeliten sind geistreich
wie Waldrodungen der Industrie
lassen Weltbilder kursieren
die Wahrheit (IN)filtrieren
damit biometrische Pässe
unsichtbare Grenzen generieren
an fraeulein enttaeuschung.an fraeulein enttaeuschung.6 years ago in Letters More Like This
schön dass du mich so oft besuchst.
sollte ich mich ja an deine spontanbesuche gewöhnen
es ist doch immer wieder eine überraschung
wenn du an meinem haus kratzt
gegen die fenster schlägst
die türe eintritts
und dabei das möbiliar umschmeißt.
das ganze haus wackelt bei deinen besuchen
so laut lachst du jedes mal.
ganz heimlich gehst du dann wieder
und hinterlässt eine verwüstung.
spült regen die gröbste unordnung weg
den rest muss ich in mühevoller kleinarbeit wieder aufstellen.
ich zeichne feine stiche auf die wände
wenn du wieder gewütet hast
und verdecke sie mit vorhängen
damit sie kein anderer bemerkt.
mein andenken an dich.
ein heilloses durcheinander.
kaum habe ich halbwegs aufgeräumt
kommst du wieder vorbei
und nimmst jedes mal ein stück aus meinem häuschen mit
ohne jemals irgendetwas gutes mitzubringen.
bei mir in der wohnung wird es
Why Free Market Capitalism FailsIn this essay, I expose the flaws in the two mechanisms that are supposed to power the free market: Adam Smith's invisible hand and trickle down economics. The notion of the invisible hand holds that in a free marketplace, the buyer's self-interest will tend to drive the price down, while the seller's self-interest will tend to drive the price up, so that both parties' self-interest will naturally cause the price to settle on an amount that both find reasonable. Trickle-down economics maintains that the rich are the ones who start and expand businesses and hire employees, so the laws should favor them increasing their wealth as much as possible so they can hire more people, thus growing the economy.Why Free Market Capitalism Fails4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
These concepts look good on paper, but the best way to evaluate any idea is to see how it works in practice. Let's start by analyzing nationa
Freely EnslavedYou poison your mindFreely Enslaved7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With beliefs, divine
A part of your life
now left behind
You've no common sense
You weave a defense
Of some plan which was made
Without your consent
You justify how you behave
And choose to be, freely, enslaved
Check the cons
Break the bonds
Don't become their pawns
Escape from the hold
Say you won't be sold
No more messed up stories
From the days of old
Maybe it's time to misbehave
Show them you won't be freely enslaved
Socialism: Glenn Beck EmailSocialism: Glenn Beck Email5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Here is an E-Mail that I wrote to Glenn Beck.
Do read the artist comments.
I was watching your show on September 1, 2010, and as usual you mentioned Dr. Martin Luther King, speaking of Dr. King would be proud. I shall touch back on this
You were speaking of Dolores Huerta, when speaking of her you said that she was also investigated for being a communist, so was Dr. Martin Luther King.
You spoke of her quote of something to the affect of capitalism being an alternative to democratic socialism, might I also remind you of Dr. King's quote of
"You can't talk about solving the economic problem of the Negro without talking about billions of dollars. You can't talk about ending the slums without first saying profit must be taken out of slums. You're really tampering and getting on dangerous ground because you are messing with folk then. You are messing with captains of industry.... Now this means that we are treading in difficult water, because it really means
My Way Home Is Through You: 2Gerard's POV:My Way Home Is Through You: 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I had been expecting a harsh, bitter, disgusting cold as I left my house to catch the bus the following day, but I was almost shocked to befuddlement when I felt a humid, comfortable air accompanied by a bearable, chilly, breeze. The sky was the lightest, prettiest shade of blue-tinted periwinkle and lavender clouds hung in a violet jubilee amongst the whitest tufts of cumulus clouds I'd seen since early autumn. The sun was even desperately poking through the purpleness, creating the perfect swirl of pastels up in the atmosphere.
I was still confused by this odd phenomenon, but I admired it all the same until I came to the conclusion that February was in fact halfway through. I smiled lightly to myself as the wind rippled through my hair, and saw someone standing off to the side of me in his usual, unbothered, tardiness. My smile widened because I was just feeling happier due to the weather conditions, but mostly because I knew this person, and it was oddly satisfying.
That wasn't what I meant whenYoure obsolete.That wasn't what I meant when6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I dont say anything because how do you reply to that and werent you supposed to love me?
The water washes over me and the blue of the shampoo stings my eyes. The glass from the shower stall is foggy with heat. I can hear the rain outside falling uninterruptedly. I can hear your voice:
Life is like a series of film strips.
Am I in yours for long?
You say nothing, your eyes betray nothing.
Am I in yours at all?
You keep on saying nothing, I keep on hearing nothing.
The house is dark. Outside, the winds causing quite a commotion. Inside, there isnt even a breeze.
How many more days? I ask.
You look at me then, even if you can barely see me in the dark.
Youre like brushing your teeth. A habit, but youd feel disgusting if youd stop.
I dont say anything because all that pops to mind is what a terrible analo
My Way Home Is Through You - 7Frank's POV:My Way Home Is Through You - 74 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I didn't know why I'd said it.
I didn't know what invisible force inside me had brought me to spill what my mind was so desperately desiring. It was wrong of me to say it. It was too soon.
I wanted it, but I didn't want it now.
But there was nothing I could dothe air had already absorbed the three most regrettable words I'd uttered and there was no taking them back.
I was still so close to Gerard. We were touching in more than one place. His body was warm and comfortable, but I felt him shuddering.
"Frank...you...what?" He knew what I was talking about. What he wanted to know was why now, and, really? Did I really mean what I'd said?
I had meant it.
If I'd ever planned on losing my virginity, I could not imagine anyone having it from me except Gerard. He was so special...so deserving. I never trusted anyone as much as him. I knew he wouldn't hurt me---he couldn't hurt me.
I wouldn't normally think so deeply of this topic, but with Gerard...I kind of fel
My Way Home Is Through You: 3Frank's POV:My Way Home Is Through You: 35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When I got home, I went up stairs and stopped at the bathroom mirror, just staring, backpack still hanging on my shoulder.
I half expected there to be a permanent mark on my cheek that would never come off. It felt like a burn, except it didn't sting. It tingled.
I brushed my fingertips over the spot, which was completely invisible; the only way I knew it was there was because I had taken a mental note. Gerard's lips had touched that spot.
If Gerard was going to do that every time I gave him a rose, I would have easily scouted the town, and my wallet, for a couple dozen.
I just stood there, looking at myself and wondering about things.
What did it mean when Gerard....kissed me? Did he like me? Or did he just have an intimate way of expressing his gratitude? Maybe he just feels bad for me because I don't have any friends.
I couldn't decide which theory to agree with, so I left my reflection and went to lay on my bed. I flopped down and opened a random comic book,
Mommy don't cryMommy don't cry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mommy Don't Cry...
I Am Now In a Better Place...
I Can Play...
And Enjoy The Sun Rise...
With No Fear...
Mommy Don't Cry...
I Know You Love Me...
I Know You Miss Me...
But I Am In a Better Place..
A Place Bad Guys Will Never Harm Me Anymore In...
Mommy Don't Cry...
I Feel Your Pain...
I Can Hear Your Heart Calling My Name...
But I Tell You...
I Am In a Better Place...
Mommy Don't Cry...
My Angel Told Me That I Will Feel No Pain Anymore..
That I Will Enjoy My Childhood All Over Again...
My Angel Told Me...
That I Will Live Again...
And I Will See You Beside Me...
Telling Me You Love Me... Again.. Again and Again..
Mommy Don't Cry...
My Angel Told Me...
That I'm The Child Of the Holy Land...
The Kingdom Of God's Heaven...
and Because Of That...
All Heaven Is Mine...
Mommy Don't Cry...
Because Who Killed Me...
Who Smiled For My Death...
And Who Supported Taking My Life...
Will Never Feel Safe...
While God Is Watching...
Mommy Don't Cry....
I'm The Martyr Of Earth's Heaven...
CensorshipCensorshipCensorship13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Censorship really blows.
It strives to eliminate games like Grand Theft Auto.
The media needs to get a life
And focus more on what is right.
The FCC won't let Eminem be.
It's also a crime to watch MTV.
Sex is more feared than violence and such,
All to protect ourselves from what?
School dress codes are whack;
Certain outfits are said to distract.
Education is what our great country could use,
So that this issue can no longer confuse.
Popular shows, games, and music are there to entertain.
Shouldn't it be up to us to choose when to refrain?
Sorry We Shot Your Kid...Sorry We Shot Your Kid, But Here's $500Sorry We Shot Your Kid...8 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
For the entire war in Iraq, the press has been kept largely in the dark concerning the number of civilians killed by our forces, and what happened in the aftermath. Now several hundred files posted online reveal some of the true horror while raising questions about lack of compensation.
Here you will find, for example, that when the U.S. drops a bomb that goes awry, lands in an orchard, and does not detonate -- until after a couple of kids go out to take a look -- our military does not feel any moral or legal reason to compensate the family of the dead child because this is, after all, broadly speaking, a "combat situation."
Also: What price (when we do pay) do we place on the life of a 9-year-old boy, shot by one of our soldiers who mistook his book bag for a bomb satchel? Would you believe $500? And when we shoot an Iraqi journalist on a bridge we shell out $2500 to his widow -- but why not the measly $5000 she had requested?
This, and m
Within Your LinesThis is the seed, the catalyst:Within Your Lines6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dawning of a thought that's kissed
The source of all creation.
The mouth of insperation
And now that we have found it
We can never quit
How will we fill this stage
With ecstasy and rage
With naught but songs
We'll trap the wrongs
To wrought our will
To hold them still
What, herein, shall we create
Within this world of hate
Education DerailedWhen boys become men,Education Derailed4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
still in bodies of boys,
there's a tiny hand pulling the trigger.
Killing with guns
when they're still playing with toys,
troops get smaller as conflict gets bigger.
If they don't grow up now,
they won't get the chance,
Virtue's just a victim of circumstance.
Guns at the ready, men,
open fire they cry.
But they'll cry even harder
for an eight year old martyr
knowing somewhere the system has failed,
now the children are learning to die.
Why Socialism?Why Socialism?4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
It is not about going further to socialism, it is about going further into what America use to be about. It is not about welfare programs, it is about building your nation.
Let us look at reality, education has been cut nearly every year for several decades, and yet we wonder why we are falling so quickly in literacy rates. Yet when people say we should give more money to education you hear NO, SOCIALISM!!!! GOVERNMENT INDOCTRINATION!!!
Government indoctrination to wish to educate people, more money to allow for more teachers, which would allow for smaller class sizes which is said by ALL accounts, left and right to be an ideal learning environment
Well socialism is not really that "far left"... depends upon what type of socialism you are referring to, universal socialism which can be equated with communism is very far left where as national socialism which is a nice misnomer for fascism is very far right. Hitler was a smart man, he knew if he had said he wanted a fascist government th
Read This And Remember.You live life the way you want.Read This And Remember.7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
In life it doesn't matter what people say or do, only what you take from it.
It only matters what you think, it's your life to live
The most important person in your life is you. Remember this.
You will always be there for yourself
Take care of yourself.
Take care of the people that love you, try for you, and hope for you.
To have a friend you must be a friend.
Learn to love and you will love life.
Open your mind, understand
Forgive, never forget
It's life's lessons and pains that teach us
Not everything happens for a certain, predestined reason
It happens so you can learn from it, take from it, and use it for your benefit,
Always keep trying.
Never give up
Never give in
You are a strong person
You will persevere
With love and hope,
Love that killsThere was a boy I liked so well,Love that kills12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He liked me too, I could tell,
He stolen my heart away from me,
And now he wants to set it free,
He likes another girl you see,
As he sat her upon his knee,
And told her sweet nothings he never told me
I ran home crying that very night,
There was no one there to comfort me,
So the staris I climbed up to my room,
This was where I was to meet my doom
When mother arrived later on that night,
She searched for me left and right,
The stairs she climbed,
My door she broke,
To find me hanging from a rope,
Although she tried to cut me down,
My deap coarpse fel, to the ground
Now you see I loved you so,
It's too late now I'm gone,
I hop I haunt you in your dreams,
For everything ou've done to me
Can I Walk With You? :Frerard:You look really nice todayCan I Walk With You? :Frerard:8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Far from nice. Same clothes. Black, black, black. Dull and inconspicuous. He disagreed.
No, really, I mean it
He wished he had his body, that toned, lean body. That body composed of sun-kissed flesh and legs and arms and aaaaaaaabs and tattoos and- and- and everything. Perfect, sexy, oh-so angelic. Wonderful.
Can I walk home wth you?
Oh, God, he could. He could walk him home and maybe...maybe he could pretend to lose his balance along the way and their hands would meet and their skin would touch and he could smell him and they would...they would...
...It's valentines day
He knew that. But it sounded nice, sad almost, when he said it. The sound was like an angel laughing. So sweet and sad and beautiful it was almost golden.
I don't have anyone...to be valentines with
His heart swelled slightly, the blood feeling beautiful and dense inside the organ, the walls of his insi