Pucker Up! (Female Tanzanian Albino) 2010

I look upon this life with so much hopelessness.

People everyday trying to make lemonade out of the lemons, people receive on a regular throughout their given daily life, that are in abundance; but the bad thing about that mentality is that you need two things, water of course, but the most important thing is the sweetner of choice which, unlike those lemons people receive freely, cost money. So, as you can see, people are only able, most often than not, to make lemon water or sour water. Makes me mad even thinking about it.

I have given up on sweetner a long time past. I have succumbed to just drinking lemon water because I have access to both, lemon and water, equally.

What a quandary people must be in everyday for, maybe, the rest of their, sweet dreamed filled, sour lives.

Churches Are Evil (Ex-Pentecostal Religion Member) 2007

A personal relationship with Your God. That's what You need. Not what another tells You what God you are supposed to have a relationship with nor explaining to You how to perceive Your God. Do you not think if You asked Your God to guide you in the right direction that Your God would not? Or would Your God after asking for understanding of Your given spiritual book, would not give you understanding of those words which You are reading? Would Your God actually tell you to kill another after Your God informs You in the same text, "Thou shall not kill"? The text did not read, "Thou shall not kill...sometime." No, it is plain and simple what the statement means, if You are a reader and follower of the text of The Holy Bible. After great study in Christianity I have deduced, Jesus nor any of the Apostles liked the church. Admonishing those same institutions time and time again about the runnings and goings on in those same institutions. But One has to enlighten oneself to find those elusive troubling questions which One seeks and be willing to accept the answer after having a pure heart when asking One's God, "Help me understand this mess that We have made, Oh, Lord?" And my God has not disappointed me til this day. A personal relationship with Your God, is all that You need, not another person deciphering those very same words in the various spiritual texts to "guide" You through those same words. Are You not literate? Do you want a personal relationship with Your God? Is Your God Male or Female? What race is Your God? In what dialect does Your God speak to you?...Do You care? And whatever your answers may be to the various queries You have about Your God will lead You down the right path in which you are seeking and not. This is about Your soul. Your life. Your personal life. And those answers cannot come from an institution, especially a church. 

Only from within.

Never from without.

Balderdash (Thirtyish Undergraduate Philosophy Major) 2015

This life is like a waiter's/waitress' life, some may argue about the analogy, but life, narratives and analogies are subjective. So what people disagree with about my analogy do not bother me. Nor do I care. It is all about the visionary.

Digressing, from the start, the server begins at fifteen to twenty percent gratuity. Aforementioned gratuity either ascends or descends given the good or bad service one gets from said server; hence, life is the same way. We start at the maximum gratuity at birth and subsequently it heightens or lessens, depending upon, what we do with our various individual lives that we are given. If we serve well, in the Christian belief, we get rewarded with eternal life of perceived blissfulness. If we do not serve well, it is eternal life of hell, figuratively and literally, so the Christian belief tells one and all.

I say differently. I have had many dreams of what I would perceive as hellish: packs of dogs chasing and overtaking me with teeth that look as though they could dismember me with one big chomp, and feeling as though I was so hot that I wanted to disrobe and continue running but could not because every second lost is a second of the dogs catching me faster, as in life, one cannot run away from this life, it always catches up with one and overtakes and wins.

I have also had dreams that I was standing at the precipice of hell. Looking ahead and seeing nothing but a lake of fire as far as my eyes could see and feeling the intense heat emitting off of the lake and finally waking up sweating profusely…I cannot do a thing about what will transpire to my soul subsequent to death. Nothing. Except to swan dive off said precipice into the raging lake of fire. I lived my life how I lived my life. No more. No less. There is nothing else I can do to change the penance that will have befallen me. And I will accept it for eternity. If we are to believe the Christians and that’s a big, “IF.”

Now, I must live life like I understand how to live it. Whatever happens after it is all said and done is out of my control. Amen!

I smile oft times while I am going through my daily routines, whatever that comprises, and think about how this world started and why, as in biblical standards, we were put into the situation that we are in: two people supposedly working and were woefully deficient in their employment responsibilities and obligations. Lazy, shiftless employees. Both being enticed, bribed, while on the job and both suffering great penances for taken said bribe, being fired. Making working conditions for the future employees untenable, horrible.

Why? Two workers dealing with one enticement. Just one. One that both found too appealing to pass up or to deny. Just one. Now, there are a plethora of enticements, too many to count.

I think often about how unfair this whole thing that we call life is taking into consideration, again, from the Chritian credo: Two people having just one lure and took the bait. Funny. I…now, living in a world with billions of serpents with just as many enticements and having to make the right choices constantly for a life of eternal bliss, often thinking, after going through this scenario, about how the two would fair in this world of deceit and treachery? And having to co-exist with billions of other people…

Adam nor Eve…would not stand a fucking chance!

The Lighting of The Torch (Broke Black Prophet) 2019

What will you do when the Earth becomes scorched? That's when the real test will be revealed, enacted. What will you do, he and she, who make up this great tribe of Ours? These are the times for all of US to do spiritual Olympics because the main event is to come...soon. And only thy faith will give you the endurance needed to witness victory!

Thirty-Nine Year Old American Tribe Person, 2001

We live and breath. Breath and not live. Funny how life is. Though the human body is on autopilot, how life itself can stagnate for one, become eerily still; yet, we have the choice to move in and out of this life freely, at will. But some refuse to, for no other reason than we have let this society dictate our own individual lives and our own individuality. And the sad part about it is, we did it to ourselves.

Nothing. Absolutely! (Perceived Insane Vietnamese Female) 1970

We are here. Yet, not here. Figments of our imagination. Apparitions which we believe live. We are nothing but smoke and dust which moves according to the winds. The winds are harsh now and unforgiving. With that, we are starting to see what we really are...nothing.

Jersey "Girls" , Black Stand Up Comedian and Satirist, 2008

Gottah woman lovin the shit out of that ass and shit! Oft times fuckin the dogshit out of yah! Down fo her mothah fuckin man! No mattah the circumstance! Shiiit!

Then what does yo sorry ass go do? You go put anothah mothah fuckahs name on yo sorry ass back, male no less, with corresponding team and number tah boot! The fuck?! That's some gay ass shit, with yo hypocritical, homophobic, no count havin ass! Like Ol Seinfeld said, "Not sayin there's anything wrong with that!" No! Hell no! Not-the-fuck-at-all!

But don't sit yo happy ass up there and condemn gay men for lovin men. And yo ass sittin up there havin: Manning; Addai; Wayne; Jordan; Kobe...fo every damn body tah see and tah witness, on the back of yah damn shirt! And payin good fuckin ass money for the shit! The fuck you think you foolin?

Yo woman's name ain't proudly silk screened on the back of that mothah fuckah! And she's tearin yo shit up! Gratis! Oh, No! A man's last name is on the back of yo shit that you paid, at the very least, fifty fuckin dollahs and the mothah fuckah ain't even suckin yo damn nasty, smelly ass dick and balls! The fuck wrong with y'all "bitches"?

Brings a whole new mothah fuckin meanin to, "I gots that name and number!" Really? Uhm! You sorry mothah fuckin "real" men! That shit ain't sharp at all! It's gay as hell! And I ain't mad at cha at-the-fuck-all! Belee dat son!

All I'm sayin is, just step the fuck out that mothah fuckin closet! And tell that Beautiful woman yo ass been foolin, she's relieved of her womanly duties. Cause I gotsah man to take care of my needs and fantasies. Right cheer ons my back! And tell all the gay men, "I'm sorry!" Cause you are!

Corporate Welfare Is Corporate Stealing, Poor Middle Aged Caucasian, 2012

We keep thinking that things will get better. Thinking, for some reason, the rich, who have always gotten welfare, will quit digging into Our pockets, the Underprivileged. But the affluent continues to take from US with their greedy, niggardly ways. And they do it without shame or conscience. Our taxes do nothing but pay for their ostentatious lifestyles. Then they have the nerve to get on some of US who really need the help of some 400 dollars, more or less, in food stamps and subsidies per month. And they ask for tens of billions of dollars in bailouts; yet, they have Ivy League educations and still they fail in their given business and whine when they have screwed up the money which they borrowed before and ask for more and get it. The Corporations and the affluent are stealing from US. And have been doing so since the beginning of human existence because the affluent have always been a corporation. Rich people need to feel some pain. Every one of them needs their given ass kicked severely, and then, maybe, they would start understanding some things. Getting one's ass kicked gives one pause, it's always worked in Our neighborhoods. And I guarantee the rich would be no different.

Oft times I think I am in a deep slumber, nightmarish about this life...the sad part about it is...I am totally awake...and mad as shit!

Degradation, 2013

What is life without sympathy? Empathy? Sympathy and empathy are the two emotional characteristics that make US, humans what we are...humans, differentiates US from any other living entity under the Heavens. Yet, this life has become lifeless. And rabid animals are starting to take over this Eden.

Male Teenage Survivor, 2027

We speak to no one except amongst ourselves. We are around no one, that is by choice. It's just the day that we are in. The position that Mother Nature put US in. Society is in a mess.

When a catastrophe happens at this magnitude it always brings out the worst in humans. And this one was no different. Our Father had prepared for this. He had weapons and ammunition for those weapons that would probably last for five years or more.

We knew others were out there, but our Father knew what these types of times did to people. He would only help children or women who came up to our door or approached US when we were out gathering. Any man...he would just shoot, with no questions being asked.

Hunting: That's What Y'all Men Call, Sport? (Black American Satirist) 1983

Now, in America, they did studies, sayin that if a woman has lil titties, they can't fuck. Talkin bout some kind of insecurity, not measurin up. Some bullshit! I hear that on the opposite side, women talkin bout lil dick mah fuckahs. So, what's the fuckin point?

I mean, in China, I ain't heard no man talkin bout those lil titty Asian women. Or the lil titty Asian women talkin bout lil dick Asian men. So again, what's the fuckin point? Your fuckin environment and it's people make up your beliefs. And your fuckin points! That ain't nothin scientific. Fuckin fact. No science involved, just fuckin natural, is all.

If I were a deer, I'd be laughin my ass off at the mah fuckah with his camos huntin garb on waitin, thinkin he blendin in and shit. But yah see, my ass is a full-timer, mah fuckah! I see yo pathetic, part-time-havin-nature-sorry-ass, but a mah fuckah needs his sustenance, needs tah fuckin eat! Just befo my life as a buck ceases.

But my ass is human! So fuck those mah fuckahs tryin tah fool Nature's Angels! Yo ass ain't gottah do that shit no mo! For real!

Heart Attack Victim, 2009

I felt the first sign in my left upper arm. Maybe fifteen minutes later my index and middle finger felt numb. I knew something was wrong. Like anything else, its about the process, and I wanted to find the truth about what I had been reading about and hearing about all this time was correct. I know it sounds absurd, but absurdity, I have found, is the fundamental flaw in US humans. So I kept doing what I was doing, workin in my garden. Then the truth was known maybe about five minutes after that, when it felt like a powerful person had wrapped their arms around my chest, squeezin...and I couldn't breath after that. Yes, at that point I knew the truth. And I wanted like nobody's business for either for me to catch my breath or the Lord just let me die right then and there. Not being able to breath is a horrible position to be in, and to make the situation worse, I had no idea how to get my breath back.

Luckily or not, I saw my wife running toward me, I reached out to her with all the strength I had left, and fell helplessly in slow motion, watching my wife getting taller as my torso and face headed south toward my garden, finally hitting home and nothing really mattered at that point.

I woke up with tubes all in my mouth. It felt like pain was streaming through my body like a fluid river...

It's been a year now. I'm still here. I can still kiss and see my babay, my Lovely wife. But there is one thing I rue every day, being alive witnessing all these medical bills. Good Lawd.

Discolored Heroes, (Black, Elderly Tribe Person, From Humboldt, Tennessee) 2014

People kill me about color. Then they wansta watch Superman! Shit, wantsta be Superman. Whateva! You stupid ass! Superman, for all you comic folk and not, loves the Sun. Gets his strength, from the Sun...well...seems to me...he should be a Black ass motha fucka, just like me, spendin that much time in the damn Sun.

I'm just sayin.

Today's Fashion, (Elderly Tailor, Tribe Person,) 2010

Oh, I remember. I remember a time when people would care about what they looked like. I remember a time when the material, what you made suits with, meant somethin. You took pride in your crafts-person-ship. Every time you made something, you took pride in it. Standin tall! Who cares if you're underpaid, I made this! Or at least...had a hand in it. I would like to make money but I want everyone to understand, by means of quality, I will make and sell you a suit at a reasonable price that will last you forever. And forever meant when you were six feet under because that's what forever is, until you die, not the human race, but until you die. Because this suit's for you. Tailor made...for you. And I understand..feel the material, the quality. Yes...I made this...for you. And once that person really started understanding what I was telling him it made sense but it still didn't matter at that point. I knew and once the contract had been understood, once again, he understood, and I always fulfilled my contract with not one person being disappointed. That's how you do it.

Today...today, everybody's trying to make money by selling these disposable clothes. And quality be damned. Um! Shame before God.

From A Majority Righty To A Minority Lefty, Black Female Aspiring Writer, July 7, 2011

I have noticed, but maybe I'm wrong, but there is some kind of elegance to a left handed person. The way that they hold their cigarette. Or the way that they hold a pistol or a rifle. The way that they shoot in the game of basketball. The way that they serve on a tennis court. The way that they throw a football. The way that they write. The way that they gesticulate...yes, there is something most ultimately delicious about witnessing something so natural to those who are left handed and to the majority of US righties, find it so damned odd; yet, wondrously visually appealing.

A Thought From A Sensient Tribe Member, 2016

It's all about memories. That's all life is when you really look at it philosophically. When I am going through my travails in this life, those would be better characterized as experiences. But once one, like myself, goes through said experiences, then they become memories. We are nothing but memories and future memories. Don't you see?

A Revolt Is Imminent, Laid Off Auto Worker, 2013

Do you want a revolution? Is this what we, the American underprivileged, have to resort to once more? Hasn't this society progressed further than to have to succumb to some archaic form of dissension to make the powers that be recognize the unfair treatment to US, the underprivileged? Times have changed, yet, the chasm between the rich and poor has stayed the same. Why is that you think this is righteous, all of you who take monies from US through taxes which you say we owe you for existing, subsisting, to live a normal life in this United States? One must pay a fee to work in this land which is all of ours, but the rich get to keep all that they have through the various loopholes of the law, a law that has always been so unjust to US, the underprivileged. A law we cannot afford nor trust. A law which is owned and operated clandestine by those who have oppressed US since the beginning of time.

Do you want a revolution? A rhetorical question which needs no audible answer. The only answer will only come through our actions, we, the underprivileged. But this time, we will have no mercy on any affluent person, man, woman or child. And our anger and frustration will be exacted.

Female Survivor, 2025

My Father and I used to love the rain. I remember he used to take me out when it was raining and we would walk, letting the rain wash all over us, as we took in its essence, its being. We looked forward to rainy days. Rainy days were days of just he and I. People taking cover wherever they could so they would not get wet. People avoided the outside when a downpour came. He would just laugh and say, "Let's go and soak up our environment." And we would. We didn't care. We were free when we walked together in the rain. I knew that. My Father knew that too. I think often of those times now because I cry. I cry because he, nor I, can go out and enjoy the environment when a downpour occurs. The rain burns so bad, acid rain.

My Father died from inhaling the ash that rained down upon us some five years ago. I'll be glad when I can, "soak up our environment," again. But for now, I can just watch the rain. Pray for him and pray for things to get better. I miss you Daddy.

Weary Pentecostal Preacher, 2015

Feel the breeze. Live fore these are the last days. Make amends with those who are your enemies because they may be needed in these turbulent times. Be of great strength, it too is needed to keep you grounded, so you may be prepared for what is to come. Say hello as well as goodbye to those who you meet and let pass in your wake, for you know not if your soul will ever be a witness again to those loved ones or to those passersby. When you eat, savor every morsel for it may be your last piece of nourishment. Pray diligently and you will receive your reward in these last days. Enjoy this life;alas, the next second may be Our last.

Indulge Not! (Female Poet) 2011

The courses of deceit are replete with starch, not meat;
Tries to defeat the primal animal in the cannibals as we;
The treacherous application may bring a satiation to one which stands on fours
Instead of Two;
And the revenge of thy premeditated ruse, thou transgressor...
Will thee definitely rue.

USA: Land of The Absentee Rulers (Undergraduate Student / Economy Major) 1997

Most people don't know this but we have been sold. Of course in the truest form of supply and demand. Supply being the land in the United States. The demand, well, that's the kicker. The demand comes from the Global economy that has been put into place. You see, it's all about marketing and salesmanship. The United States has been marketing itself, to the elite of the world, to be in the forefront of habitation, where the rich people will want to live, now. The goal is to have all industry moved outside its borders while still controlling said industry. Instead of trying to be absentee rulers of people, The United States of America is marketing, toward the rich and affluent, to live in The United States while ruling over the, now, industrialized dirty countries overseas where they have relocated those industries.

No worries, a healthy environment, no pollution, no nasty health concerns..."Come to The United States and breath easier." But at a price. And most of US will not be able to live in a country where we deem ourselves citizens.

And the only way one, like myself, will be able to live inside these borders will be in a service position, only to serve the rich for menial wages, menial employment, substandard housing and, of course, no health care.

Cooling Embers (American Satirist) 2012

The fire that blazes inside us, tugs the slugs, plugs the tear ducts that fear the lust of life. Pipe filled to the hilt from the silt that has caused a black lilt to tilt and plunder in the storm and the thunder. Plunder all my faculties into the niceties of hope. Dope only being the soap which will cleanse the chaotic transitional ways in the mainstays as we all pray. Stay for a day before we pass suddenly away like Holloway in Aruba with many scuba divers to prosper as they falter. Sweating until you are used to never loft her into the twilight in the dark night as the moonlight seeks the shadows to fallow into the next season to reason. Plant the pant as the scant treason, teases and pleases. Appeases the multitude. Feuds no longer stronger. A bong stands stoically and radically as the vapors savor the oxygen wearing thin. THC leaving my body chemically. Piss turning a bright florescent green in the scene. Peeing another fleeing prisoner to never cause a fastener to minister to the sinister plot of the snot flowing, bestowing the causative effect. Prefect the sect of a religious catastrophic dialect. Pecks the specks of a high Myopic topic to become circumspect to dissect the heart torn apart to the point of confetti to pet. Let another stranger to linger in the cauldron to steel the will. Feel nothing but nonsense with no defense. Recompense about the days gone bye as it belies the ties. Pies cooling on the window sill to thrill an old school generation. Penetration in another vagina not kind to a marginal spread as the orgasm spasms into another level. Travels to another hemisphere not queer. Beer a mainstay to the laymen who famines, not feeling the stamens rooting in the ground with no sound. Profound to call a loud yelp for self help. Shhhhhhh! Time to shine, quit fooling around! Because I’m lost...never to find or to be found.

The Rise of The Chaldean (Chaldean American) 2018

Kick it and split it! Shit rolls down hill to kill, smothering the human standing for something in a world replete with nothing; a vast overcast. Gray clouds shroud aloud, clapping loudly at the soldiers standing proudly in its dark shadows. Dead warriors, conjures a repressive anomaly that is plain to see. Key your foes vehicle to make you feel better locally, wearing a sweater of fine quality while your poor ass tranquilly sits on the scorners’ seat morosely. Fallacy of humanity; piety bleeding from the fatal wounds of this sanctimonious bullshit fit to be tied; lied to as a virtue effulgently lit; ensue another pleasure to discover such false comfort of discomfort. Distort the truth as a ruse to cut loose the maniacal spending; politics sending a dour message which sours the cowards as well as the just; an ill administration causing castrations to the various populous members among us. Poverty stricken weakens the whole; causing a collective soul of Nicalative aspirations. Nation of knowledge sans college; abridge to the siege. Besiege upon the rulers; boring conduits of sewers. Skewers of such fine stainless steel quality. Humanoid! Ninety-nine percent of the people seem to be. But my people will rise, chastised because we are not baptized. Wisened and civilized; as the privileged catatonic will be washed away blessedly. Righteously! Biblically! Piously!