Defense of Marriage ActDefense of Marriage Act2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a country where freedom is considered a core value, how can we subsequently agree with antiquated ideas about marriage that are ultimately oppressive? Marriage may be, by biblical standards, between a man and a woman, but here in 21st century America, it is a commitment that two adults are making regarding their future together. No one should be denied equal protections and rights under the law based on their sexual preference.
I am a straight American, and I do not feel that my rights are being infringed upon when same-sex couples marry. I do not feel a sense of outrage at the decisions made by two people in their own p
PassionPassion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is to be killed for,
To die for, and
to yearn for.
It is to live for,
and to strive for.
It is good, bad, beautiful and ugly.
It is the driving force of humanity.
The soul dares to reach out
for scarce solace, and
the feeling of being
touched back by an enigmatic unknown force
makes the senses scream...
This is passion.
ChangeChange2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The weakness inside of us,
is not something we should hide from.
Rather, it is something we should embrace.
We are not alone,
this is the condition of the human race.
The struggle although relevant, is not a detriment,
because perseverance can take its place.
I want to feel, like I've never felt before.
I am ready to embrace love again,
and trust once more.
But I have to allow myself to be weak,
arrest illusion and no longer see struggle as defeat.
Without the aptitude for change life would truly be bleak.
Life is pain and pain is surmountable,
while holding this truth to be self-evident I am accountable.
Modern Day SlaverySome seem to think that the racism and injustice served to minority groups hasModern Day Slavery3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
come and passed.
Unaware to the fact their ignorance is a leading cause of why it lasts.
Caucasian contentment leads us to forget that we are the United States, of white, black and brown. Modern society casts doubt that we are really holding our fellow citizens down.
Slavery seemingly ended, but bigotry is well tended. Our political system hides the fact that the majority of prisons hold black men, serving time to increase the profits of corporations.
The psychological, political, and social struggles of the white man, is nothing compared to the struggles of a
"Rip Rap"The camera starts rollin' for the rich to fool. Masked faces wear pretty lies, but they are nothing more than corporate tools."Rip Rap"3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You see the seductive look in their eyes? It does well to disguise the popularization of idiocy in modern times.
It's a waste of time, to say the least, to listen to music created by shepherds of sheep. By letting them heard you, you are paying the price, for music created to appease a greedy appetite.
Hollow music breeds and feeds off simplistic themes. Inspiring the rich to be free of continuing talent but is confused as an ambitious dream.
From clones flows mimicked concepts and repetitious tones. Thought is di
- Zen -Personal enlightenment can be achieved provided you have a big enough lamp or the equivalent in candles.- Zen -5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It can also be achieved by setting yourself on fire.
- The Future Happens -the future happens- The Future Happens -5 years ago in Open More Like This
it just takes a heartbeat
from dawn until dusk
the roses have faded
last ray casts its shadows
on clouds too upset
too stubborn to cry...
and thus future happens,
these leaves had to die
and trees... they lie naked.
and all of a sudden
the future is past
and though I'm still breathing
I'm dying too fast
the pledgethe pledge6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the day will come, that we can be
as time passes by, you'll only see
the wonders of life, together we'll see
when all we'll need,are you and me
A time will come, and the past shall go
when we shall be, in our lives growing old
together forever, no secrete untold
and hopefully,forever, will unfold
the love we feel, the pride we take
will never fade, for goodness sake
so i tell you now, we could be
together forever, just you and me
a happy couple, with not a need
if you give your love,i will prove to be,
a reliable partner, just trust in me
too you i promise, on bended knee
Forever and ever, i pledge to thee
AgweAgwe1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
waters lapping at your feet,
there you stand a god, awash
bright green seaweed- see them creep?
hermit crabs, betwixt yur gills
all the winds, they howl your name,
like a stormy night endeavour,
and your rule us all aflame,
water lord, you keep us tame
won't you take us down below?
where the hougan priests enchant;
down the sea, to drown aglow
from the fish, the hex, the drums,
father our light up the sea,
take the loas round, parade,
in French, your hymns, and in
old creole toung your churches
let us craft from net your throne,
make this beach a pagan altar,
high and proud and crowned, Agwé:
we sing and dance with Vou
Tripoli: what IS going on?Tripoli: what IS going on?2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
It's no longer a surprise that a media war is being waged against Gaddafi and Libya. In March, all news were breaking and highly contradictive towards each other. A month passed until Libyans finally learned to disprove the lies, but while the news themselves grew relatively neutral, a new wave of misinformation was being prepared.
It arose in global media approximately on 15th of August, when a Saudi Arabia newspaper Asharq Alawsat told that Gaddafi is allegedly ill and ready to leave the country. Saudis, mortal enemies of Muammar Gaddafi, were, of course, such a reliable source, that all other papers followed.
In the same time news channe
A Real JobThis sterile trap,A Real Job3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This corporate limbo,
Each day the same,
Data entry, data transfer,
Clicking and ticking of keys
In such great volume it sounds
Like heavy rain on the cold, cracked concrete.
This thin gray carpeted cubicle wall
Surrounds my exhibit room as I wait for lunch,
While white collars and other passers by
Look in at my simulated habitat.
Two frames, one with my wife,
The other with both of us, and the two kids
Adorn the otherwise light gray, fluorescent lit
Ten by ten square that is my territory.
I don't want to wait thirty years to retire
When I could have a job instead.
Life, A JourneySummer walks through the grassLife, A Journey4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking things I thought were past
My mind drifts along ocean waves
This conscience lost among the maze
A fiery blaze
The Waking WillowWillow trees that dream at duskThe Waking Willow4 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 th
Devil's BrewBlack and foul,Devil's Brew4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With steaming taint,
The liquid in my mug
Offends me much.
It's taste is such
It brings to mind a slug
Whose slimy trail
Does now entail
To gather at my lips.
It makes me ill,
This swirling swill
I drink with grueling sips,
This fetid funk
This juice of skunk
That doth insult my tongue.
A troll's pit sweat
Or closer yet
The essence of dog dung
Or toxic waste
Would better taste
Than this revolting brew,
And yet, alas,
I'm such an ass.
To go without won't do.
Earths Final Resting PlaceThe weight of this worldEarths Final Resting Place4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rests heavily upon my shoulders
As streams of tears
Flow to eternal oceans
These legs grow weak
Earth pressing on the back of my neck
Pushing me toward
The celestial dirt I walk
The weight of this world
Resting heavily upon my back
As my last breath
Is crushed from my immortal soul
Death of a GoldfishTo watery grave I must departDeath of a Goldfish4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But lose not heart
Nor give a moan
As I go down the porcelain throne.
TristramYou came into my city's walls,Tristram4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And shone despite your wounded state,
And soon you echoed through my halls,
And offered me the hand of fate.
You told me of your foreign lands,
And tugged me gently toward their shore.
Pulled me past the burning sands
Into the thirsty ocean's roar.
And so we sailed towards glooming night,
Star-eyed and dreaming, hearts entwined
Each drunken in the others sight,
Each full of hopes and danger blind.
And now the dark has finally come
But left us with the quiet stars.
No more the heat of glowing sun,
But silvered beauty now is ours.
Which softly sings of coming dawn,
And greater things than light s
Read the Label Before UseChewing on a concept, lurking like a night owl. Pain springs from my eyes and I touch but don't grasp. Faking a pillow, I hope that this quiet will last. The past couple nights these eyes haven't closed. Maybe it's something more but nobody knows. Consciousness and hurt are pervasive and bitterly cold. I was hoping eventually these feelings would become old. Like fresh wounds they sting and take long to heal. Raking my brain for a numbness that is so sweet. I turn to a darkness recluse in blank sleep. Downing the pills to make it possible, condemn myself to dreams probable to permeate my waking and make it like ice. A numbness that takes awayRead the Label Before Use4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Must I Hide Everything?Every pure emotionMust I Hide Everything?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mutilated as it leaves my mind
Until all that shows
Is a grotesque
And pitiful happiness
An unbidden smile
A half-hearted chuckle
So no one knows I suffer
So no one asks me why
So I'll never need to tell them
Why I wait to die
Huh?Cracked booksHuh?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and open hands
point the way
waiting to happen,
but somethings are worse than death.
Yes. Somethings are worse than death.
YouA dance with emotionYou4 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 oth
i'm sorry.you think i'm losing my mind.i'm sorry.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i know for a fact that i'm not.
i know for a fact, that i'm good.
or, maybe there's something i forgot.
this is no place to try and live my life.
this is no place to settle down.
this is a place for my strife.
this is a place to frown.
i'm ready to start this shit again.
i'm ready to try this over.
i'm ready to make amends.
i need to get sober.
i'm sorry for the person i became.
i'm sorry that i'm different.
i'm sorry it took so long for me to change.
i'm sorry, that's not what i meant.
God Exists Because I Say SoEvery time I get into a theological debate, the pro-God side says something to this effect: God only exists if you want Her to.God Exists Because I Say So4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
This argument is nothing. Sorry, it's not nothing; it's just pointing out the obvious.
Of course you will believe in something if you want to. It's simply a matter of prioritization. Say you don't want to be alone, more than you want to live in an enlightened state. You will create a God, who you can always talk to and thus never be alone, to avoid this loneliness. However, not everyone is willing to give in that easily.
The mistake that so many of the pro-God make is the assumption that the anti-God somehow does