Tarry No More (Sixty Year Old, Male, Food Chemist) 2010

Don’t take this lightly but definitely politely as we sightsee in this world with hidden Beauty right in front of our eyes. Surprise of the size as the downsize gets terminal. Only a given few staying up after the curfew enforced every night. The fight keeps goin on, strong and oh so long as the thong of society’s crack gets attacked and shellacked with brown fetid matter. Fecal remnants still lasts on the “Savior’s” platter; still on the menu with not much virtue. Ah-Choo! As the allergies tend to get a little more pronounced as the seeds get pollinated; generated from a green color scheme partially-hydrogenated; a kaleidoscopic dream in whence one doubts this reality; a propensity amid us humans. What a damn shame! What a damn pity!

Religion: Making A Better Fucked Up World! (Twenty-Six Years Old Broke Black Prophet Pre-Salvation) 1991

You evah thought bout this here damn religion bullshit? I mean, don't make no fuck bit of sense whatsoevah! Keepin the slaves at bay. Oh, they got that ass! Oh, yes they did. I ain't crazy! No! No! No! Learned long ago, yah gostah give those niggahs, white and black, hope! Rich mothah fuckahs don't give ah damn bout a broke ass muh fuckah!

"Fuck that monetary bullshit!
I know...let's give'em nothin!
A fuckin deity...
God! Yahweh! Allah! Buddha! Combayah!...
I gives ah fuck!
Put any name yah wanna on that bitch, but I don't owe you shit!
You broke, poor, pitiful mothah fuckahs!
Just fuckin ignant fo no damn reason but tah be ignant!
Fuck! You!
You super-silly-mothah-fuckahs!"

And the beat goes ohn! Oh yes it does, My Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs! Um!

For Eve, Her! (Forever) (Ex-Mormon Female Religion Member) 2016

We take things for granted. Things that are right in our faces we have not a clue because of complacency. We live to understand and ultimately to know. But oft times knowing is death. Death and life are synonymous in relative space and time. Let me give you an example:

The Holy Bible, like The Book of Mormon,... has been around since who knows when but the book down plays women. Time and time again in the so-called "religious book" makes women look like an afterthought, a mistake. But...that's where we make our error because in every day words there are hidden secrets into this here life. But it is up to US to recognize the obvious. Unfortunately we never do. And the most causative, final word one does not want to hear about something bad that is or is going to happen is the term, forever.

You see, Eve all throughout Our humans history has been getting her revenge. She has always been remembered, not discarded or sullied. Like the old adage goes, "Ain't nothin worse, than a woman scorned." You're going to remember me, foreveher! Damn right bout that!

Branded (Twenty-Three Year Old Male Tribe Person Still Smitten with Female Tribe Person of The Same Age) 1984

Thine eyes hast not seen such Beauty before me;
Thine being hast not felt such Joy, such gaiety.

I Will Love Thee til Thou Lovest me not;
If that ever be…
I will be in Hell, you see;
still smiling,
While pining,
Burning,
Scorching hot.

Eden Revisited (God's Inception Greeting to Four New Citizens to the Eden) 0250

Welcome citizens! To a Beautiful new world. You have come here by chance. Not so many make it through what I know the travails of the journey and the many obstacles I’m sure you encounterd to get you to witness all of us to the destination with which you are right now. It is so very good to see you. We have rules in this Eden, if you do not want to abide by them or if you do not like them you are always free to leave at anytime. But, if you stay, we here welcome you with open arms, if you stay within the rules of this Beautiful world which we will all create…together. Rule breakers must be banished. No, ifs, ands or buts. The people all around you, that you see here, which amounts to one-hundred-sixty-two, including the four of you, that brings our humble state to one-hundred-sixty-six, will have a vote whether banishment occurs or not, one‘s vote does not carry more weight than another. We are all equal under God’s Sun and Moon. I urge the four of you to try to get to know every single one of US and We to know you. We have no secrets only plenty of work. It is up to US to start making this world, not what it used to be, but better. All of US present in this time and place are here for a reason, and you must believe that. Chance got you this far but destiny is why you are here. We are here to start this world again. And this time…we will not fail this Heaven and we will definitely not fail Our God which brought US together.

You Must Suffer...For Her! (Forty-Four Year Old Single Male Non-Custodial Parent) 2013

It was time. For the past seven weeks, until this day, the voice calmly, softly and comfortingly had said, "Fast."

I knew the voice was right. Throughout my troubled life, the stresses, the evils, the problems...all were taken away with a long fast. The problem was, I didn't want to do it. At 44 years of age, I was tired of fasting. It hurt so bad the first three days; the hunger pains, the thirst, the stress that my body took on from abstaining from mostly all that I so enjoyed.

"Fast," the voice said again, as if reading my negative thoughts. After the first three days, then it was only a matter of mental strength. The hunger pains subsided, became manageable. The thirst, I would quench with just taking a mouthful of water and holding it there. Imagining the time when I could drink water again. Then I would let the water dribble slowly from my lips until none was present any longer. Say the Lord's Prayer and whisper to the winds, "Soon."

"Fast," the voice repeated.

I slowly shook my head. Tears starting to form in my eyes. I finally asked the voice, "Why do I have to always suffer?"

"Because," the voice simply stated.

I shook my head again because I knew what the voice was going to convey to me. I knew the answer even before I had asked the first query. But I had to hear the voice's response to the known question and subsequent answer.

I took a deep breath. Held it deep inside my chest and let the exhalation pass slowly from my mouth. Tears now rolling down my cheeks. Finally I choked out, "Because, why?"

The voice with its sincere, calming tone said, "Because it's not about you any longer."

I broke down on my knees and cried uncontrollably with grief, pain and pity. Covering my face with my hands, ashamed even that I had thought, let a lone, asked such a selfish question which I knew the answer to before I had asked.

While the voice said over and over, "The both of you are going to be just fine. Be obedient and fast for fourteen days. You are going to have to do this, and many times after, until you sleep forever...for her."

A Spire (Eighteen Year Old Female Tribe Person) 2011

Tomorrow is another day

For hopes and dreams...

For folly...so it seems.

There's God! And There's This Religion Bullshit! (Twenty-Five Year Old, Broke Black Prophet, Pre-Salvation) 1990

The old saying goes, "If yah scared, then go to church." Mothah fuckahs get scared and go tah church. Then yo sorry ass still gots the nerves tah be scared? The fuck! If yo ass is goin tah church and still fuckin scared, then yo ass just fuckin off! For real! Like the Drill Sergeants say in the military, "You just dickin the dog son!"

But we got Black ass mothah fuckahs, and white ones too, thinkin Judaism was the chosen religion by God! Like, we all just tryin tah get ah seat on a flight, tryin like hell tah get the fuck out-of-the-fuck-here, just waitin for the "chosen few" tah get bumped! If yo sorry ass lookin at the shit like that, yo ass needs tah get the fuck out the goddamned terminal and drive, ride a bike, walk...I's really don't give ah good fuck, cause that shit just ain't gonnah happen! Evah! If it's goin down like that. That's some fucked up customer service fo yo ass! And yo ass needs tah find anothah carrier goddamn it!

Fuck the Baptists! Fuck the Apostolic/Pentecostals! Fuck Judaism! Fuck Muslims! Fuck Buddhists!...and definitely fuck those damn catholics, with y'alls sick asses! Worthless pieces of dogshit! Cosignin fo Pedophile Priests!? The fuck!?

You think God gives a good fuck what religious sect yo stupid ass is involved in? That's Our shit, humans' shit! Not, God's shit! We been fuckin round with the wrong ass shit! Putrid! Quite fuckin malodorous, to say the least!

But since we surrounded by the toxic methane gas this religion shit produces, that Our broke asses gotstah deal with, put your gas mask on (make sure you clear that mothah fuckah first). Kick ass! Take numbers! And start tellin the fuckin truth bout this here life!

These so called religious fuckers wouldn't know the truth if God himself came down and slapped them mightily on both damn cheeks! Pa-dow, pa-dow! Nothin! The truth sans religiosity is the only way we gonnah stop smellin shit and havin tah put up with this bull-shit! Yah know. Word to your mothah fuckin Mother and Father...and anybody else! Yah heard may?

Peace! More to come...(Lord willing)

In The Best Interests? (Non-Custodial Parent, Aaron Thompson, Plea To The Indiana Johnson County Juvenile Court) 2009

“Mr. Thompson, do you have anything you want to say,“ The judge asked.

“Yes, Your Honor,” I said, and proceeded to lay down my reasonable law. “The way I’ve been treated down here in Johnson county Indiana…well…I’ve been treated like a nigga. I don’t know how else to put it. The head of the ADR in these parts, Mr. Saturn, he told me straight up, ”Mr. Thompson, you’re not going to change the way things go on around here.” Fuck that mean? I still want to ask that motha fuckin so-called mediating attorney that. Why? Because she’s white and I’m Black? The fuck? I don’t have the right as a caring parent; albeit Father, which you courts don’t think two shits about, to have Zoe at least half of the time? Half of her life is not reasonable? Why? Cause I’m a nigga? Cause I’m a punk ass man, and if I really was a man, in the traditional court mindset, I would be out there at work, providing and slaving for my child? Not, wanting to spend time with the child, scaling down. A fuckin sperm donor? The fuck? That’s not a man’s duty to care about the rearing of his child or children. So, what am I doing as a caring male parent? Impeding upon the traditional mores and values of a race that don’t have the faintest clue anymore of how to raise a child or raise their children? Due diligence. I have witnessed firsthand of what I must do as a parent, not Mother or Father, but a motha fucka who played God and now the role of God don’t look so hot because the creator has been duped into a contract with another creator who’s creation was nothing more than the other creator being…bored. Not, realizing what that one creation will become, or what responsibilities belies when one plays God and creates. The power of Gods hand: I give you the gift of knowing creation. The greatest and most priceless gift God could ever have given US, his soul, discernment. And what do we do with it? We fight with one another about the time the creation can spend with one creator than with the other creator. We drink; work all the damn time; do drugs…cause we have found out, this creation shit ain’t all it’s cracked up to be. Touché! Touché! God is a stupid motha fucka to keep putting in the pot on this gamble. He called. I called. And whatasurprise! Loser. Every fuckin time. But he did… and he does. I did..and I do. Because, like Our Heavenly Father, I have hope. And with that hope, Our child cannot become wayward. This society is replete with wayward children; hence, my non-traditional role of a Father; albeit, just a plain old parent. I am only guilty of that, just trying to be a plain old parent. I want this court to pity the man which stands in front of this judge. And I also want this court to pity the situation Zoe is in, in the creation process. The creation has no choice. The creators make those choices for them. I just want to be a part of my creation. I have nothing more to say Your Honor.”

Heaven Is Nigh (Broke Black Prophet) 2016

Take the time to find the fine line in this life of pitiable destiny. Blessed to be a wild child, instead of being meek and mild; it's so plain to see in me; piled high to the sky looking and knocking on Heaven's door.

No one has ever answered. Sent a request before I am dead, asking: "I keep knocking, will someone let me in?"

A terse response contained therein, "I don't care! But there's no need to keep knocking! My son, you are already here!"

The Little Big Things (Twenty-Three Year Old Male Tribe Person Smitten By Female Tribe Person of The Same Age) 1984

She smiles;
And when she does her teeth gleam so ivory;
Innocently;
Beatifically.
Face emitting a Lovely wondrous glow
From her Beauty.
Eyes dancing at me...

I'm hopelessly in Love.

Goodbye (Dead Caucasian American Poet) 1998

Let the fire roar while I soar into another life. Let the past be my present and future as I drift into my final slumber whence to never return. I have seen the light; alas, it is as pitch black as any ominous darkness that I could have ever imagined. But I stand stoic, never bending or giving into, this dreaded untold world which I am about to embark upon. A journey that I know not the origin or the given destination, save many have called it "Death." Bring it on! I have sailed the various seas and oceans. I have traveled many of places and I stand intrepid on the precipice of the point of no return with not a choice but a path that has been set for humankind so long ago, and I am no different. I revel in just that, I-am-no-different. Destination, Death. And the wondrous thing about that is...where be my destination posthumously.

Seeing In The Dark (Blog Author) 2005

I know this guy. He had so much promise, so much light within his soul it was a Beautiful thing to behold. Now though, the light has went out and he tries so desperately to find a match or something to start the fire again. He'll find it eventually. Maybe he has not a clue that there are things all around him that can ignite that fire again. I'm sure that there are. He just likes the darkness. And he'll find the ignition soon enough, when he is ready to feel the warmth again. But for now, he finds solitude and strength in that same darkness where most would find it absolutely cold and unbearable. But one must understand darkness to appreciate the effulgent light. Right?

Seeing is easy in the light, but the darkness hones the other senses we all possess; yet, we do not use them to their full potential, less we live in and appreciate the darkness for a time.

Refraction (Second Year Depressed Optometry Student) 2012

What can a human do to see this life through? Pass in the last on that ass? Fast cash weighs nigh, banking on a certain high. Mortify the populous among us. Cuss at the young folk as they take a poke at old school who rules a more saved society than misbehaved where no one shaves. Lying with the other animals amid cannibals; Tarantulas sting one another; feel the thunder of the fierce storm out amid the mighty seas. Frees my soul to never have control of this existence; penance of another credence. Pace myself to a sullen walk? Not when I can run; not sulk, have some fun under the Beautiful Son! Forgive the pun as the one gets another history from the commentary, signatories of the dormitories of such vile hostiles. Miles of roads need to be piled, weakened from these very steps. What? I bought the whole story of misery; past the days of our history. Time to stride, glide to another level; live like an extraterrestrial which I surely am; spam popping up on the computer screen as I lean into another altered state; a very lovely fate. My visual acuity corrected to Beautiful; left behind the blurred, myopic and astigmatic hate.

But The Fire Is Still Hot (Dying American Caucasian Poet) 1998

Take away, I pray, the piece of life that has never meant anything; nothing to the grand scope of things. Evils sending upheavals; steeples are bending with ease in the breeze; the freeze starting to falter, turning into water; the human element getting compliant; now defiant upon caustic complacency.

"Just give me my check and I'll say, what the heck?! Or whatever's clever."

Binds, starting to be unbound; never to be found...ever again. "There is nothing new under the Sun," My Son. Thou dost assuredly sinned.

You Can't Paint A Pretty Picture Without The Paint (Male Caucasian "Flower Child") 1967

It's hard coming down. Real hard. Reality slowly forming its ugly scene, piece by fragmented piece. Then the down time has arrived when all is said and done. Ugly picture too. Not so Beautiful anymore is it? Hell no! Need to score. Quick. But guess what? Funds aren't there! Oh, shit!

We Act The Same (Pre-Zoology Major) 2003

Choice? Or no choice? The only queries one should have. The only two queries to me anyway. “I see the light/ I seen the light…” Sing that song damnit! Go ‘head knock it out! Sing from the rooftops if yah wannah! But ask yourself another question, Have I really? And if you really have then you shouldn’t be singin. No-no-no! Yo ass should be scared shitless!

The infidels scoffing at infidels. You ain’t got me convinced with yo’ preachin, dancing and perceived captured, enraptured and “blessed” being ass! Captured by a light which you avow shined on you? Really! So it didn’t have no other choice but to shine on you and not me? Really?

Humankind was given what no other creature has on this entire earth: A gift of choice. But – for - not the ability to reason, then choice is not given; ergo, we are not human but just like all the other animals on this Eden . If, I need to eat, I’ll just chomp on this smaller human and satiate my appetite for a wee bit! No! Because we have rationale, we are sensient! Superior intelligence! We can’t fly like you birds, but we can make a birdlike vessel which will fly faster and higher than any of your kind without even the work to fly like you do, we make it mechanical; yet, we control it’s flight and patterns.

And you on the ground of the four legs, you scoff at us? And the best you have is a Cheetah? At best at the last clocking, a mere seventy miles an hour. With these hands and this superior intelligence, we have created a vehicle which will go more than two hundred and fifty miles per hour, not a muscle aches from going that fast for so long, because we have choice. Learn to run seventy miles an hour? Or build something to go faster, for a longer amount of time and without the work?

Or you, the kingdom of no legs and no wings. We learned so much from you of how we make these machines go faster than any animal in the aforementioned kingdoms are from your dolphins, aerodynamics. Water having so much drag but your dolphins can exceed some forty knots. Impressive but you still do not have choice. You cannot make the things that we do, we the Kingdom of Two Legs.

The thing about choice, it has this major flaw: No choice is without its penalties. You see, without choice there is no conscience. A raw single ideology when there is no choice involved: survival. Survival is non-thinking. Survival is about self and self alone; hence, one has succumbed to the kingdom of four legs, or the kingdom of two wings, or the dreaded wet blue kingdom of no legs or no wings.

A world gone mad with the state of disordered order, chaos. Yet, with this limitless intelligence we still succumb to the subhuman? Not looking out for our fellow humans. In survival mode. For what? We act like we have no choice. Is this what the best kingdom has to offer? And in the grand scope of origins: Have we not coveted the other kingdoms blissful ignorance of not empowering themselves with choice? Are we not all, based on our actions and non-actions throughout humankind, amid the Kingdom of Two Legs, any better than other kingdoms? We are all just like the various other kingdoms but we just talk, walk and travel differently.

A Taste of Heaven (Broke Black Prophet) February 2020

Walk into the light My Children. Let thy Son guide you into everlasting life. Let the ray of thy same Son scorch thy innards, sear into thine bone. Even the marrow will smell of char of thy holiness. Let it bake you into a crispy, savory gourmet treat for all thine world to feed upon.

Don't Take It Personal (Dying American Caucasian Poet) 1998

The soul is this lost, vast space;
Space, only being filled,
Found,
In Love
Or in Death.
No in between.
Because in Love,
As in Death,
One finds out the true meaning of life that,
"It never has been about You!"

The Times/You Ain't Seen Nothin' Yet (Average Indianapolis Male Tribe Person) January, 2012

I came out of the gas station on 10th and Shadeland the other day and a young Asian, maybe twenty-five or thirty (I'm not too good with ages any longer) with a clean wife beater, clean athletic shorts and flip-flops and he ask me for a cigarette. I gave him three out of my new pack. In my whole 44 years of life as an American, I have never seen an Asian ask for anything on the streets in this You-S-of-A.

I went to fill up my tank yesterday evening and a thirty-ish white man asked me for fifty-cents, so he could have enough money to catch the bus, so he said. I gave him a single and he tried to give me fifty-cents back avowing, "I only need fifty cents." I said to him, "Man, be careful out here." He looked me in the eye and said, "Thank you My Brother." The same evening, I was going into my apartment complex, a woman came up to me and asked me for four dollars. I gave four dollars to her. She looked at me and said, "God bless you!" And I don't really believe or think that God is gonnah bless me at all, to tell you the truth.

I do not have this type of money to be giving out. Truly, I don't. I'm very low on funds always. But, what I am witnessing now...well...is something I've never seen nor experienced in my whole entire life. I lived in downtown Indianapolis for some six years total in the past and I did not see what I'm witnessing in this day...there are a shitload of people in need. And its only goin to get worse. And the bad part of this whole scenario is...I am, quite possibly going to be, one of them.

My God!

Who Needs Drugs...Or Meat? (Fortyish Male Lifelong Vegan) 2005

Fresh onion, cucumber, tomato and garlic. Oh, my! What a treat to eat with just vinegar (apple cider of course with the Mother), extra virgin olive oil, salt and pepper to taste. Um! A full course meal to thrill. Setting my taste buds on guard! Making the back of my mouth moist thinking about all of those superb flavors that will intermingle into savory happiness once I take the first delicious bite. Adding possible a jalapeno pepper for a kick. Every time I make and taste this delectable combination, which is often, it makes me feel so good to be alive to just experience the rush.

Feeding Frenzy (Dying American Caucasian Poet) 1998

Paper tears goes unaware from it being torn free. Sees a part is better than the whole. Stole a bowl before the heathens began to masticate, then ate. Gorging on the weak to seek and eat. Nutrition of a cannibalistic source after the ballistics has been sorted out. Pout about the disease of unease as the stomach grumbles, breaking down the spoiled matter as it disintegrates from the HCL as it sits for a spell; defecate subsequent to gestation. Society is like the GI tract which doesn’t know fact to exact a purge when toxins are digested. Sometimes they don’t get expelled and we die from the infestation, the penetration of foreign matters.

Conditioned Response (The Blog Author, Tribe Person And Quasi-Satirist) 2007

Adept communicators? Intelligent? Highly effective decision makers?...Name me any of those qualities that any of these politicians possesses. Something good to put on a resume but this is the real world muh fuckah. Straight Up!

Yeah! Yeah! Of course I'll be on time, I will never miss a day! Don't believe in it! I believe in being loyal to your employer. Very effective communicator with years of customer service experience. Complaints? Never!...Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah!

Then you get the job, what does your silly ass do? "Yeah, this is Meredith! Yeah, I'm not going to be in today, I'm sick." Fuck it! If my Black ass is sick, it stands to reason I'm callin in sick because I'm...well...sick! Damn! Didn't you tell me upon hire I have ten of those muh fuckahs? Then, I'm sick! Pay up muh fuckah! Rhetoric will have that ass paying my black ass for my ten sick days this year, that they say you shouldn't take! Fuck that! And don't forget about the two weeks of paid vacation my Black ass gets either! You gave me the job and I know my parameters. Pay me my damn money for my sickly and vacationed ass! Please, help a brothah out! Am I the only one that sees shit the way that I'm seein it?

Rhetoric! Good lord! All that talkin and muh fuckahs end up every time, like a muh fuckah in the hood walkin up on a fool and bustin 'em in the mouth or poppin ah cap in that ass, these muh fuckahs in Washington D.C. are no different, "Fuck it! Let's go to war!" Ain't that what they do out on the street, "Fuck talkin! Time to lay some bones and lay a lot of lead! Cause muh fuckahs ain't listenin!" And they puttin us in jail because we're mimicking their abhorrent behavior?

We tell our children not to fight; Be of good will; Try to talk things out; You shouldn't be puttin your hands on anyone... And what does this US of Assholes do every fuckin time? They bring on the war cry and have other US of Assholes backin 'em, "Fuck with this talkin shit! Those sand niggers and chink bastards aren't listening. We need to go to War! We need tah kick some ass!" The fuck! Is a muh fuckah missin somethin? The year 2007 and this the best the supposedly "Richest country and the most civilized on this planet," has to offer this world? Shit, we ain't no damn children! That, "Do as I say, not like I do!" Don't wash with grown folks! Shiiiit! While yah playin! If these Assholes ain't gonna put up! Then shut the fuck up! Cause our asses livin in troubled times, the real fuckin world. Give a muh fuckah some leeway here. If you can do it, so should we all. And don't punish my Black ass because I'm mockin your so-called guidance of righteousness. Yao Ming?