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this isn’t an opinion and it’s not going to go in the direction you think. this is a reaction, this is both perspectives, this is the reflection of two sides of a two sided story. this is even ground. this is the voice of reason.
rifles on the home front;
race against race, fist against fist.
conspiracy changes individuals to conformity.
conform to government
ways, around being blind to blood on their sleeves.
grenades blow the stop sign-
street lights directed by the national guard.
paid by the government, they spill blood.
controlled by the government, they burn bones-
history remakes itself. tainted
graves, no lessons learned.
the plot puts person against person.
betrayal fuels defensive mechanisms to kick in;
turn people into colors,
verdicts into racist acts,
government verses people.
derived from racism, comes reactions-
fatal chaos erupts in shattered glass and open fire.
now who’s wrong?
provoked and pushed-
the creation of a movement,
intentions righteous, execution wrong.
martin luther king jr?
violence strays you from him.
warrior of peace and equality,
insusceptible to accusations and hatred-
he did not create destruction and spill blood
as the cost of what he sought.
he moved with peaceful actions and words-
these victorious movements proved loyal
followers who fought.
citizens stampede the streets, claiming
executions are allowed, claiming the government
officials surround the streets – streets turned
into a battlefield, a graveyard- now who’s safe?
officials armed, citizens rage like wild animals.
officials claim their right to defend, to protect,
to shoot if threatened. wouldn’t you?
who to believe?
we overcome by making a peaceful movement,
by trying for change,
by uncovering an unjust system.
we succumb to the powerful
by acting as we see them act,
by becoming what we hate, the very thing we’re against,
by expecting wounds to heal by the shed of more blood,
by allowing the act of one man determine the character
of every other man in uniform.
of every other black or white.
evidence lies. people lie.
where does the truth lie?
the rift between the powerful and the silent,
the protectors and the makers, the guilty and the innocent,
the suited and the dirty, the controlled and the free-
did not start here,
but the sins of all are exposed here.
shock does not shake my bones
when killers are set free,
when the law becomes the power to act
as the grim reaper, to change the law unjustly-
not this time – all times.
when citizens are killed in cold blood,
when cops are killed in cold blood,
when a nation rises in that same violent outrage
with the blood of innocents in their eyes
and commit the same crimes.
you yield for those like you,
for those in suits, for those with a badge,
for those in power,
not for the innocence of the crime-
and who is wrong and who is right
is not where people stand now.
they rise against a broken system and seek change.
non-violent citizens who are not setting cars ablaze,
beating skin until it bleeds, stealing bottles of
raging adrenaline from broken glass-
non-violent citizens are standing for a cause
they’re not rioting, they’re rallying.
right or wrong, it’s NOT black or white.
there’s your message in a bottle-
the doorway for change was opened,
and now it will be known.
ALL lives matter.
martin luther king jr. was feared,
deemed the most dangerous man
because his peace was effective, he was heard and listened to,
his change was accepted and respected.
gray will rise; fill the sky with clouds and
the streets with smoke.
gray will rise and stand for people.
skeletons turn over in their graves-
united we stand?
then you better start listening.
real friends are rare; they are there for you unconditionally, honestly, and without judgment. they don’t push you aside or forget about you when their life changes or when things get better for them, they bring you along and make a space for you. they support you in bad times and help you just by being there, just by doing the smallest things that matter. they give their love and their time. even when life gets busy and free time becomes rare, the time not speaking or not seeing each other doesn’t change the friendship. they think of you, they make efforts to keep in touch and keep you involved. they don’t just use you when it’s convenient, when shit’s bad, when they haven’t quite yet figured out their road and then act like they don’t know you once they do. life gets busy, people change, life changes but real friends don’t succumb to ungrateful ways.. they appreciate all the time that’s past as it makes them strong, they enjoy all that is present, and look forward to enjoying all of the adventures that lie ahead with all of the people who matter. people are supposed to be different..
people who truly want to be in your life accept and appreciate that. real friends are rare and as life changes, their actions towards your friendship show you who they are.
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dreams are not for the weak minded, they’re for the people who can walk by faith, instead of sight, the ambitious fighters who will stop at nothing to work for what they want more than anything, who, a part of their hearts beat for their purpose.
there’s something about the breeze of fall sweeping past, it flutters deep within like leaves in a whirlwind. like falling in love. like moving from the place you’ve always been to someplace new. it’s the feeling of completion, of peace, of something within you changing, transforming. it’s that feeling of september. of clarity. of an unexpected becoming home.
unfortunately, the world has thrust so many articles of terrorism, fear, and corruption into our lives – very few darkened instances shock me. it is even more rare that they fuel my aggression in such a way, that poetry alone just will not do. very few instances spark a rapid string of rage infused opinions and statements. upon looking for subjects used for poetry inspiration on twitter, i stumble across a post by #anonymous regarding the fbi’s invasion into martin luther king jr’s personal and private life and hoover’s obsession with burying MLK and everything he stood for.
MLK is most commonly known for his honest and beautifully influencial speech; “I have a dream.” But he is more than just this speech. He is a man who stood for more than just himself, he is someone who fought for the people – not his people – but for people, to all stand with one another, in equality, instead of against one another, in difference. He pursued these civil rights without coercion and without violence. He leveled with people in truth and a strong belief that has influenced and changed lives.
this clip is something i don’t feel the need to reword, as it should be worded as is.
“In an effort to prove he was under Communist influence, FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover spent significant resources monitoring King’s movements and eavesdropping on his communications. Attorney General Robert Kennedy gave consent, allowing the organization to break into King’s office and home installing phone taps and bugs to track the leader’s movements and conversations as well as those of his associates. Although the recordings did not reveal any association with the Communist Party, they did reveal extensive details about his extramarital affairs.
After learning King would be the recipient of the 1964 Nobel Peace Prize, Hoover took his fanatical obsession with obliterating King to the next level. Agents sent the reverend an anonymous note, chastising him for his affairs and implying that he should commit suicide.”
“One FBI memo refers to King as ‘the most dangerous and effective Negro leader in the country.'”
after reading the letter sent to MLK, my blood simply boiled. i do not see a correlation between his personal and private life, and his sexual preferences – with his acts and words that changed a nation. and this is because there is no correlation between the two. MLK was feared for the impact he would have on people – the ability to influence people to stand up for and fight for what they believed in, to have their own opinions and to speak them – not silence their individual voices in fear. this makes the government believe they are losing the reins over their people – their losing their own ability to govern by control and who they can’t control, they silence.
i am in no way a political nor a religious person and I have an enormous amount of respect and love for our military, our troops, some law enforcement and government officials as I have seen the good many can and will do – as I have seen many not take advantage of the power but instead take advantage of having the opportunity to create a positive change in this world – but i will state that this letter is the most savage and dispicable thing i have ever read. MLK was deemed a fraud because of his private sexual acts? give me a break. how dare anyone think they can belittle what this man did for the world because of what he did in the privacy of his own home- he wasn’t killing people, he was having sex which is no one’s business. what right does anyone have to know such personal details about anyone. why because it was the only thing that could be used as blackmail. such hatred and people wonder why the world contains such despicable people. the letter states “You could not believe in God and act as you do.” WELL, neither could the author of this letter to penetrate this man’s privacy with no right, other than a false allegation that he was a communist because they needed a reason to make this invasion acceptable, and act/write with such hatred and disrespect about a person who was trying to make this world better. the author of this letter could not believe in God nor have a good bone in his/their body to judge a man and bully him and believe they could act as the grim reaper and hold death over his life when he deserved to live because he made life better. it is not anyone’s right to judge a person’s personal life and then dictate what he is and what he’s not, what he can do and what he cannot. circumstance, background, experience may influence but it does not make a person who they are. the actions of MLK versus the actions of this government – trying to influence a man to take his own life so they can maintain control portray the savages that run around wearing their suits of power, wealth, and greed, hiding behind grenades and drones, so they can erase their fingerprints and wipe the blood on someone else’s hands. to simply say fuck you, would be a kindness and you deserve none of my mercy. i pray this world delivers more men and women with the strength and courage to stand up for all people, to see beauty where others see difference, to fight for equality against people with efforts of persuasion. there should be more people like MLK who rise above and have the heart to try and change this world for the better, who do not succumb to fear, threats, or manipulation. changing this world cost him his life but the effect he had on it lives on and they were right about one thing.. Martin Luther King Jr is one of the most effective leaders this nation has ever seen – if the government deems a man such as him as a threat then I do not wonder why the true threats are still penetrating the United States of America and that is truly a waste of resources.
– Allison Ryder
my hands write, they are the purpose, the blessing, they take darkness, mediocre substances and create art. my fists are the holy grail. it’s the release, the escape. the hit, hit harder, the cause, the effect, the force, the pull.