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
Love thy neighbour?God hates fags. 'Love thy neighbour' HAH!!! Why don't you take a closer look at the Bible before you talk shit!!!Love thy neighbour?6 years ago in Humor More Like This
It clearly says:
"Love thy straight neighbour."
...Idiots. Go back to primary school and learn to read.
Sixteen Dead in JuarezSixteen Dead in JuarezSixteen Dead in Juarez5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We can't talk. We can't
talk now. Now,
like the living, we are
dead in Juarez
unsolved as the grave
streets that turned us
indoors until, hidden
inside, the hiding ended
with the blood we were.
It seems a mistake, false
information, a confusion
of something; they could not want
anyone like us. Who can see
why they might they did
not know our hands as we left
them, dark and plain, beside
bullet holes in a wall.
What is this smell in the air?
Where is the world
where the world is?
Why is this? We can't
Freely EnslavedYou poison your mindFreely Enslaved6 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
II.II.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with eyes like marbles
lost in a nervous clamp
of feather and claw
strung out on a branch
a telephone wire buzzing
on a dead line
too tired to yawn
she dreams of birds
who fall in her lap
Think. Don't Know.Certainty is a plague. Avoid it at all costs. Don't be certain, ever; think, don't know. Crusaders were certain their actions were right; the radical terrorists are certain they were doing good; many criminals are certain they won't get caught. They knew, but didn't think. Think. Ask why. Ask how.Think. Don't Know.6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Don't ever just accept something, follow the evidence. Don't just accept there is evidence, study it, experience it firsthand, if possible. Think. Society stabilizes through doubt, not certainty, knowing leads to not trying, not learning. Knowing isn't really knowing, it's a combination of faith and apathy. Thinking is security, a blend of skepticism and activism, curiosity and caring, initiative and interaction. Don't just trust, justify rationally, and rationalize justly. Trust is good, only if it is trustworthy. Don't just know, think.
IslamIslam in generalIslam7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Islam is incredible
To be a little suitable
Quran is lyrical and truthful
Humble when I read it
Humble when ever I hear it
Islam is a way of life
Islam is my way of life
Islam is the only truth in this life
Now tell me whats right
Mistaken for the wrong mind
Just let the creatures
And the human preachers take all the wounds of this nature
Too hard on paper!
God did give you the past the present and the future written
All you got to do is look into it and start pitching
And if your ashamed of the way you livin
Open the doors of Islam and youll be full of blessings
The WriterThe WriterThe Writer6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I have a name, but Im dont want to tell you it. Actually, I dont need to tell you it, because even if you knew it, youd never find me.
Because there are probably more than a thousand of me-at least, people with the same name-around where I live, maybe millions worldwide.
Thus I live in this world, longing for individuality, but being individual makes you weird.
So Im not telling you my name because its really not that important.
This world I live in is strange. Everyone judges.
I live in a world where youre fat if you wear size six jeans, because the -cough- acceptable size is like -3.
I live in a world where music is cuss words and bad influences.
I live in a world where you can fail all through school but still make more money than those who tried.
In fact, I live in a world revolving around money.
I live in a world where beauty gets you farther than talent, skill, and hard work.
I live in a world conditione
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
for to fall on your deaf earsYou glisten in my throat, baby,for to fall on your deaf ears7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and glow across my pores -
but for our love to be
effective, you've gotta start shimmering, too.
You, though, will remain dull and we will
be like either side of
a glazed vase - sparkling Side A
vs. cold, unfinished clay.
I had been content to play Dagny Taggart
to your Hank Reardon,
What's Really ToughWe can split an atomWhat's Really Tough6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We can travel to other giant rocks
We can lose ten trillion dollars
We can kill a million people with one well-placed bomb
We can knock down towers with planes, killing thousands
We can fight a hundred wars
We can make fifty religions
We can sustain birth of sextuplet
We can deny science
We can blame science for ignorance
We can sell out arenas for fighting matches
That is all easy, what's really tough, what we can't seem to do, is get along.
Wish I CouldI wish I could give you my eyesWish I Could6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because without you I can't see through the tears
I wish I could give you my lips
Because without you I choke on every word
I wish I could give you my heart
Because without you it's all but broken
I wish I could give you my might
Because without you I feel so weak
I wish I could give you my mind
Because without you I'll lose it anyway
And I wish I could give you my soul
Because without you it's torn and blackened
Beauty in BaroqueIn the darknessBeauty in Baroque6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A love so dark
But oh love bequeath me
This feeling I have longed after for so long
Raven saturated locks ebbing and flowing with the wind
Starlight betraying the true nature of your beautiful hair
However raven like in the dark, but ever radiant in the day
A spring day
Lazily wandering through daisies, I watch you from afar
You know I am there, but you wait for me to make my move
And wasn't it you, love, who told me to make the first move?
The one who told me I was the one who had to engage you
Tell you how I feel
How the beauty of nature compliments your pretty face
And Lo! how you shine in such light
The moon's light cannot hold grace unto you
The sun's brightness cannot outshine your eyes
And oh those eyes.
How those gems gleam so radiant and with such love
The love I wish to feel, if you will only let me near
Past times have left me scarred
But your glow heals all wounds and keeps the demons at bay
If I only was as close as the wind upon your hai
For The Freaks Freaks, monstrosities, abominations, the ugly people. We're everywhere. We're in your supermarket, we're in your office building, we're on your highway, we're in your religion, we're in your government.For The Freaks6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You think we're creepy? The trichotillomaniacs, the epileptics, the autistics, the geniuses, the retarded, the nail-biters, the pacers, the addicts? The Buddhists, the nihilists, the Satanists? How about the Objectivists, the Confucianists? The artists, the politicians, the anti-social of the world, the geeks, the depressed, the manic? The Communists, the socialists, the capitalists, the anarchists, the rich, the poor, the apathetic? The Mexicans, the Chinese, the British?
We outnumber you. Your pathetic idea of normal is not at all normal to us. We are the variety in humanity, we are the color, we're the shit in your melting pot. Your delusions of being superior, at least average, are just that- delusions. Yo
In AbsentiaIn Absentia8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
That's my wife sprawled on the living room floor, drunk on living in this suburban ferment. In desperate need of decanting, I open the doors.
There she is, a contorted mannequin before a pool of life, off in the deep end. I wonder what she's dreaming. I'm a doctor, by the way but honest to God, I dont really want to find out. I dont specialize in drunks.
Yet, here I am, my eyes, fixed on her stillness. You know, the first time we met, it was just the same. She was staring off into some Warhol display at the art gallery. Sometimes I think thats why I married her for this serenity. I fell in love with her absence that fleshy shell while she slept, turned away, or wandered off into the ether but once she came back to the land of the conscious, she was just just another woman. Maybe I should have waited a hundred more years or bought
Americunts, I Am Your KingI fucking hate Americuntry. We started off well, it seems. This country began with the vision for freedom; oh, sure, that was a biased form of freedom, but since then, we've expanded on those freedoms. We can have guns; we can't have guns; no one can take our religion from us. We are here to be free, and to enjoy it. So, I ask only this: why are people using their freedom so poorly?Americunts, I Am Your King6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
We exist to fit into others standards. We slave away for a mediocre existence, of mediocre quality, with less-than-mediocre work, and complain about it all our lives. We try to be something we're not, just for attention and superficial delusions of love. The men act like sex addicts, but condemn it the moment they walk into church on Sundays. No, women, you're not fucking special; you dress in flashy clothing, coat yourselves in more make-up than clothing, and always complain us men are 'perverts'. We claim our laws are unbiased and logic, but then use them to fight for the Ten
The meaning of life.. + death?What is the meaning of life?The meaning of life.. + death?6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
This is a very good question. Many believe that life has no meaning, that it's all a big joke and we should laugh at it. Ha dee ha ha.
Others believe that life has a very deep significance. For example there is a random God and he put us on Earth as a sort of trial rather than us going to Heaven directly.
A few others believe that the meaning of life is 42.
After many years of deep thought and meditation on this subject, I have come to the startling conclusion that all of the above are in fact wrong, ie life is neither a joke nor a trial from God nor 42, but simply a state of being where if one is not dead, one is alive and is therefore living and that's the meaning of life.
However, this line of thought has lead to an even deeper question which is:
What is the meaning of death?
This is a much more difficult question than the meaning of life. One might think it's a state of being where one is not alive and therefore dead, but if you're
Read This And Remember.You live life the way you want.Read This And Remember.6 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,
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.
The Waking WillowWillow trees that dream at duskThe Waking Willow6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Perched beside the rivers brink
May hang their heavy branches down
Resting where the shadows slink.
Weary from the wearing world
But born to bare it, though they sink
Into the mire round their roots
And still, with thirst they deeply drink
From waters formed pon mountains high
And droplets formed from weeping skies
That watch below the whole earth die
Swallowed softly in its lies.
Just like the mire round the roots,
From which a willow tree must rise,
Mans world spreads forth its hungry hive
To eat all it can hypnotize.
And so the weeping willow cries
And bends in sorrow to the brink
Limbs shaking with the silent sighs
Grief growing from the soils stink
And sees reflected in the stream
Its rippling form held in the light
That seems to whisper of a dream
We waking walk through till the night.
When bleary sun will rest its eye
And darkness fall upon us all
Then we can look up to the sky
And hear the silver clarion call
The Global MediaIt's so painful to know that some people -and in the name of democracy and freedom of speech- are clapping to those who serve their aims even if they do it using the most heinous ways, while many are preventing from expressing how much pain and anguish they feel behind barriers and borders...The Global Media8 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Is it permissible for you to defend your visions and unacceptable from others??...
Is it democracy or justice to prevent others from all ways and means of exchanging and expressing view simply because they say that what happens is wrong??..
Is it democracy to impose your point of view on others by erasing their opposite pinion?? from what do you afraid???..
If you think you're right... why don't you face them with your compelling argument??...
Isn't it cheese to silenced others voice just because they are opposite to yours??...
Isn't it a shame to prevent them from expressing and reveal freely as long as you are respected??..
Is it democracy to prevent them a space which originally d
YouA dance with emotionYou6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A glass full of joy
When I look at you
The world seems to slow
How your lips move the certain way they do
How your eyes glisten the certain way they do
Apart from the rest and yourself you have always been
Never one to conform to the popular trend
And that is what I oh so love about you
How you aren't afraid to be you
How you don't care what anyone else thinks
Because in the end, what matters is what YOU think
And that makes me think worlds of you
You, this person of immense inspiration
A person who makes me feel like I can do anything
But you aren't a super hero
You are you, and I would ask for you no other way
For, were you any different, you wouldn't be you
And you without being you is no good
For in my eyes, there is only you
And without you, there is no me.
Argenta TrigintaChristian threats so betray their idol, the fact they're ubiquitous entertains me. So often I witness such christian love from each OneTrueChristian as:Argenta Triginta6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Burn in hell
I will kill you
God hates you
I hope you have a horrible life
I hope your family/friend/pet/other dies/is hurt/is mangled/other
You should have never been born
I hate you
Hate me? What do you know about me? That I think differently? That I think? That I want people to question certainty? That I find religion dangerous? That I find religion delusional? I don't even intend deconversion, that's a personal choice. Rationalism is a vital choice, I demand rationality. If someone deconverts, more power to them; I'll be the first to congratulate, though it is not my primary goal, a secure life is. Things people think I, and those like me, am, which I, we, are not:
Nihilist (I'm not, I promise)
Communist (in practice)
Nazi (which, to me, is odd)
Lonely (no more than anyo