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Hong Kong China crunchclash of ideologies—iron mixed with clay
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© 2019 Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
What Shall I say about their senses,
What Shall I speak about their Tenses,
They're all above the God judgements,
May be they are Gods of Themselves.
Don’t tell me I’m not gay.
The “phases” are phrases you like to throw out
When you’re angry face goes to the riots to shout.
How dare you call me out on a “fault”
Like there’s somebody I am going to assault.
It's not a lackIt's not a wound...my vaginaIt's not where a penis ought to beIt's where I choose to stick one-or notKeep all your fraud and imagined penis envy out of my vagina.
To
The old man in the wheel chair at the art gallery last month,
You said I was in your way, and then you called me ignorant,
And I wanted to say I'm sorry,
But I knew my words did not make up for it.
Progression is defined as a movement or development toward a destination or a more advanced state
It is accepting that things need to be different and making a change based on that fact
I Never Needed You Like Do Right Now
I Never hated you like I do right now
YOU make me cry
YOU make me scream
YOU make me shout
; But
YOU gave me hope
While I feel that we should remember the past
learn from it
mourn it
grow from it
No one else remembers how.
So we drown
What an interesting time to live in
Where what’s right is deemed wrong
Where freedom of decision is now disregarded and we are subjugated into having a forced position
Land of the free they say, but it's the biggest lie to grace the ears of humanity.
Fast as a ticking clock, you're shot.
You're shunned, shoved, murdered based only on the gender you love.
Or based on your own gender,
You see…
I’m just a lonesome soul on a dark path
I’ve had my toll I’ve felt the wrath
Barely ever seen light on hells path
9 $10s
90 $1s
900 dimes
9000 pennies
Is that my worth?
People, they're meant to be priceless
Traffickers, they call them useless
Victims, they feel so hopeless
All this less,
The Way She Smiles and The Way She Touch
Her Beautiful Laugh and Her skin Color While She Blush
Soft As Feathers, Warms My Heart
I Play My Role and She Plays Her Part
When She walks With A Steady Beat
Walking within the microcosm of Wall Street,
One will find an extraordinary feat,
That of money keeping people going,
As if they used it for their own two feet.
And yet we have those who think the economy,
It's hard for me to say
That some people can't accept diversity
Even in the world today.
People can't marry who they love
Simply because they're gay.
Slave of inhumanity, product of my own insanity
The man I am is not because of who I was but who I want to be
I stand for what is unbearable, I breathe and am unbreakable
I have a special affinity for the x-ray machine,Faultlessly highlighting my bones, heart, and spleen.
A name is so pure, with no meaning behind it
The people and stories are what truly define it
No matter how long or confusing the spelling
The name is not on which we should be dwelling
Love
Love them,
Love them with no excuse,
Love them with no exception,
Love them with no prejudice nor hate.
‘Love one another’
He said…
Why should I have to become a statistic?Something never dreamed became so realistic!In the game of life I drew the short stick
I want to write a poem
To the days that will not be
For the times we only wish
That we all could live in peace
I would dedicate this poem
To the beauty that is rare
The Revolution Will not be Televised.
Hope will not be energized
Speak
My life was like a loaded gun
Waiting for someone to use me
Waiting to be pointed in any direction
My reflection was silver bullet clean
My look was mean mugging me
They say that African history is a mystery In schools they teach little boys and girls about Conrad but not the misery that Leopold and Stanley so gladly put my people through. They show young children
Rusted chains cling to their hearts,
Darkness consumes them --
Children of Darkness?
Or are they Children born in Darkness?--
They cannot hear faith told,
For their ears are bound.
Hey, guess what?
Yeah, I have something to tell you, hypocrite.
I'm a human being!
Oh my goodness, did you seriously forget?
Oh no, darling, this is no illusion nor a trick.
I am a human.
What is time?
I've never understood.
It's how we measure our lives,
but i'm not sure that we should.
We don't expect to live,
but yet, we breathe.
We continue to stay here and Be.
“Everything that needs to be done
Is the responsibility of everyone capable of doing it,”
I say.
I start my day
Reminding myself that the only way to live
Is to give everything I have
Everything I can
My aunt works long days and nights
Scouring pages of legalities
To protect each human’s rights
Because she couldn’t stand idle and watch fatalities
Gained from hovering oppression and plight
All I ever wanted
Was for my bisexual cousin 2 feel safe
Walking with her partner and not worry
'bout some fucktard trying to rape her straight
All I ever wanted
Was to find love
Am I a role model? /
A question I ask myself/
A past life of blunts and bottles/
New life, new thoughts, new self/
Pondering what goals in life are mine/
Is this me or someone else/
I’m a human being
I make mistakes; make risks to take
I determine my life, prevent results, regulate my fate
You can give advice
But it’s my life. Don’t theorize a comprise
She's in chains.
She's behind bars.
She's alone.
But she's innocent until proven guilty?
He trespassed.
He raped.
He murdered.
Imagine a world of no conflictNo anger, no murder, no war
A world of respect
Where the color of your skin doesn’t matterWhere which side of the tracks you grew upon makes no change
We survive in a world of consumption
No compassion for the surrounding
How can we agree that we even live
Devilish deliverer of darkness
Eerie establisher of ease
Faithless father of fear
Why are there still people out there that just love to hate?
Based upon the color of their skin and their race
Every individual possesses different traits
Is it even possible to change these people's ways?
If an Author is a job than believe me my life will be changed.
I sit and pondered on what is it I want to do for the rest of my life.
It came clear to me that it would be to write.
I look and see greatness and admiration.
I always have to look pass my procrastination.
I would like to change that so I could get more things done.
My soul mate
One day
I find myself fly away
Leave this world
Above the stars
Back again
Never letting go of me
Shifting, thinking, bending
You twist my body
Whirling me around
Glamorous
They’re ungrateful; they got themselves in that position; they’re just being lazy,One man I served at a soup kitchen even said-“you spend too much time helping us; you will become one of us”.
you are the stars i gaze at every single night
you are the sun i wake to with its rays of golden light
you frolic in my orangejuice and snuggle in my bread
you've nestled in my heart and you've rooted in my head
If I could change the world, I wouldn't change it.
For we already have the capability to rearrange it.
We are a feeling species.
Full of love and of hate.
Yet we cannot appretiate that fact.
Regular girls played hopscotch and dress up
They pretended to be grown up.
Except for me.
I had to be grown up. I was not pretending.
Left to fend for myself every night
Out of place, he sits there.
As though ignorant
Of judgment and pity.
Dirt in the creases of his coat,
the pleats of his scarf,
the wrinkles of his face
Disappearing into his aged beard.
Fight Another Hour
By Jesse Yelvington
Screw you for saying who and what I’m ‘supposed’ to be,
Though I hope you know that nothing you could say will ever change me;
A red robin and a man
crossed paths
Said the Robin:
"Oh how I long to walk and run
along the earth and ground"
with a sad sigh the man said
"And how I long to fly
Teach me the words that romance your soul.
I need to know how to take control
Of your emotions, well yours and mine,
Before at the seams I start to unwind.
I just can't stop the speed of my mind
She's beautiful.She drinks, smokes and parties all night every time she can,No one has truthfully told her she's beautiful, She thinks she's not worth it,
"Look at the obvious, only feel for the "natural", God told me.
"Don't smell the pink flowers, only the blue", the media said.
"Pull yourself to the inside and push from the out", school taught me.
If they don't know your dreams
They can't shoot them down.
Open your eyes child, those pyros are burning 'round.
Emptyed my bowl filled with hopeless immunities.
Up ahead, amid the dirt lies the fence.
Tall and wide, black and tied
it stands. It's forbidden, it's inhumane.
For it separates people,
and people's pain.
Did you know?
Did you know that right now, in this very second, there are people crossing?
This very second, people running, walking, stumbling, falling…
maybe never to get up again,
all the water, all the life,
Angry tears
Arched across my zygoma
Flowing with rage...It’s colorful
I can't think... my mind eclipse by sublte animosity
Through holes I've imprinted with malice
Dragging, Lagging
You don't seem to mind
Hauling, Falling
They're getting behind
The well's run dry
But what do you do?
You spend and you lie
About what they've gone through
Dragging, Lagging
I felt a genocide in my soul
And dictators of the centennial
Kept marching, marching till it seemed
Hope was springing detrimental
A Counsel Averting the Burning of Our World
By R. M. Otto
Shoes against pavement,
Head towards the ground,
Trying to keep out the noises,
Trying to keep out the sound.
We, the inferior peoples of the world outside the First World,
more specifically outside the Great Yankee Empire;
and most specifically those of us inhabiting the primitive island of Africa;
To move on is to grow;
We must take this as fact.
To see is to know;
We mustn't think only after we act.
Can we change the way we’re living before it consumes and devours all that contains meaning within us?
