that's what they say

Scattered around the world

Dreaming in circles

The people of the seventh fire

Yearn

A setting sun-belt strategy

To water the future of the earth

Composite a Code red

Real eyes-

Realize

Out of compassion comes the need to

-Envision less

meaning to

Genocide

and more of an end-

to punitive government heads

time after crime

mausoleums of corporeal carceral stench beds

destroy spines and claim minds

difficult with distraction the path of the spirit

What would it mean to fight to win?

To stop planning

suffering

Theorizing our deaths

What would it mean to live?

A litany

Of continuous rebirth

Storytellers

Keeping alive

The talk

To accompany the walk

Of respecting only one law

That’s what LaDuke says

They say

That’s what they say

Natural law, the highest law

That’s what they say

Wishing for your return

Decapitated scoundrel settlers squander

Last minute

Ditch efforts

To disrupt elections

Obama calls with concern

Devastated-a conscious choice

Chabane escorts the good conscience

Of a restricted people

Emerging voices of the popular poor

Marred

By fraud

Piercing veils of illusions

Then and now

I am responsible for the words that I carry in this world

Entitled

Gun-totting

Mad hatter tea partiers

a bill of attainder[1]

should matter

as unconstitutional things go

this is one of the biggest of them all

Proper punishment

A rampage of corporate thugging 
raping and mobbing

Culture cashing

Specially if we clashing

Straight National Public Radio robbing

The Corporation for Public Broadcast sobbing

Bansky banking on foreclosed homes

I ain’t a hater

I just know when fake gold got sold

To the highest bidder

A straight gallery one-hit-quitter

Falling in the flames of fame

I hear that murals are currently outlawed in this city

The prequel to the sequel

The original

Sacred sites

And rituals

Westcoast criminals

Rage over art

And what others say

They say…

That’s what they say

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[1]the legal consequence of judgment of death or outlawry for treason or felony, involving the loss of all civil rights.

Post dedicated to FELINE SCIENCE, inspiration. 

for not bribing your riches, cultural magic switches.

Pro-life and Pro-Death Row...

Pro life and Pro Death Row

So explain to me

Not with loopholes

Or fine print

The way we go about it

-Tonauac

I am outrage at the melancholies of rationed days and time, that only allow for sets of “oooh’s and aaahs” to corrode what makes our hearts implode.

Count your sorrows and a better, different tomorrow, gets reduced to another excuse of not handling your day. Get paid.

Q: Are they really saying what I think they’re saying?

A: YES MAN! They are! Now what? What are you gonna do about it?

Is it too late in the game to question the strategies of winning and pinning the loss of life on someone else?

I’m not hater. I’m a player that has grown familiar to the hate.

I know this game.

So why am I going to negotiate words, thoughts, and intentions, when it reeks like genocide-“a genocidal plot” is the thing that continues to reassure the re-birth of this great nation. This is not population control. 


(Check out the Too Many Aborted Campaign for more details on the intentions behind these ads and the collusive methods through which communities are pinned against each other)

Though we know nation-building methods have strategically and subversively damage our families in years past, this is intimidation. This is not about procreation. It is about choice. Who get’s to have a choice, a say, over their own bodies? Whose bodies are not theirs and thus are continuously reminded that they are fodder of the state? 

This is not the convergence of the past. It is the reality of the present. Access, agency, and ability, are factors that need to be considerate, first and foremost, of the-emotional, physical, psychological, and spiritual- health of the mother, the realities that these women are living should be primary in any discussion about life, or the loss of life.  As “disproportionate” rates of community misuse weaken our strength inside the belly of the beast, we forget who has to carry the burden of life as our children are raised by the streets(“Save Black Babies” Rep. Moore rips the myth apart).

These pro-life billboards tactically placed in the hoodest of hood corners, are throwing in our face all that we are, all that we know, and saying, “deal with it! you got no reason to have a choice”. Forget the pain of paying bills, of recycling abuse, of a retarded, remedial, and rejecting education system that finds no use for our life, forget the black bodies that are disposed and forgotten to rot in our nations PIC/MIC and skid rows, forget the shackled mothers in death row giving birth to unwanted uses of their bodies, forget that you don’t give a damn if I eat or make enough for my rent. Tell me, show me, you give a damn about life, my life, for the rest of my life and then I’ll give a damn about how pro-life you are.

I get it. Do you?

There are multiple practices of dying in our st’s. Hoodlums, so called gangsters, know exactly what they are doing when they enter “the game” -death is their aim. At least they get a say! Wake up. Our people want to die. This is as real as our people wanting to live.

Yet, we need to understand the severity of searching for death in order to understand the urgency of having reasons to live (and allow personal choice w/ options to also exist).  So what is wrong with having a say over how and when we go within a nation that has led us to believe that we’ve had a choice all along?

humility: 2/11/11

la palabra es humildad

our day culminated with those words

as i’ve seen my father grow into someone who own’s himself

i value my worth

it is his choice of words

every breath he forgives himself to take

unleashes his remorse

i treasure the moments where he uncovers what has been

buried over time

if you met him

you couldn’t imagine that

like me

he also reads thoughts

we choose when we speak of them

without being cunning

because for some the truth is too much

there’s a limit to how much we are pushed

there is a limit to how much we will allow others to undermine

the tribulations it has taken for us to be present in this lifetime

if you knew where i came from

your calendars and sun gods would be put to shame

my ancestors live in my morning reflection

no i ain’t vain

i just don’t live in your pain

i can dodge the darkness

of backwardness

but then i would be worthless

every pyramid

every tomb

every womb

is a reminder of the pillage of savages

is a reminder

my genius survived

this will never be a solo show

in the highest of the high

i am not alone

in the lowest of my low

my spirit will not implore

i will not fall to the floor

so when you get pissed with envy because you think my drive

is only to get mine

i will read you your rights:

you have the right to help me

or get out of the way

i don’t give a damn about your excuses or

what the other fools will say

our people are dying. wake up.

our stories have vanished. wake up.

our sages are expiring.

wake up.