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My heart was never at war with yours until you prevented a daughter from loving her father in the ways he deserves.
I close my eyes and open them again wishing it was a nightmare but I not.
I keep hearing my dad's voice replay what he always use to say that it just me and him against the world, but now I feel those words losing their worth.
Since you came around, with your children I felt our father and daughter connection weaken. Crazy how things turn out since I was born I always had his love, but now I don’t even know where it went. I just hear his wife pout my home isn’t where I belong or am welcome.
I am paraphrasing
The people of the United States are growing increasingly outraged over a government funded agency that is forcibly separating nearly a thousand of innocent children from their mothers each and every day. Even though no law mandates that the agency separate the children from their mothers for the rest of their lives, the organization’s policy has been to perform the separations anyway, causing millions of Americans to begin calling for the agency to cease this cruel, barbaric practice. According to senior government officials, this agency has been working in this same manner for decades, all while receiving federal tax dollars to continue its operations, despite the brutal, anti-child, and anti-parenthood nature of its family separation policy.
Is this report describing Planned Parenthood?
Suicide
Death is a scary thing.
We don’t know what it is.
It is the end of our life on Earth.
It is impossible to define.
Death is the end of all things
And sometimes,
I wish my own end were near.
I wish I could face death
And figure out all its secrets.
I don’t understand
The purpose of my life.
There is no meaning.
I have nothing to live for
So why live?
Why put off the inevitable?
It’s going to happen anyway.
No one needs me.
There are people who will miss me
But someday I would leave them anyway.
It’s better to do it now.
Before we create too many memories.
Before they become too attached.
Before I become too attached.
No one in this world needs me.
I have accomplished
All I need to do.
I am satisfied
With the life I have lived.
I am ready to go.
Please.
Let me go.
Relics of the Past - Chapter Six
Mark and John reached John’s room. “How do you know I was asleep for over 300 years?” John asked.
“Your brain scan shows that you still have the capacity for greed and selfish ambition. Those traits were eliminated from the human brain 300 years ago.” Mark replied.
“You’re telling me that no person alive today is greedy and selfish?” John asked
“You’re the only one.” was Mark’s reply.
“How is that possible?” John asked in astonishment.
“300 years ago. Scientists mapped the brain and discovered that certain traits like greed could be pinpointed in a certain place. When that place in the brain is changed, greed disappears. The same thing is true for selfishness and a lot of other different things. The scientists then figured out how to eliminate those traits and keep them from being passed on. Since greed and selfishness has been eliminated, mankind is now free to reach its full potential and for 200 of those years, we have been spreading across the universe, building colonies and outposts like this one.”
“What about ambition?” John asked, “Without ambition, how could you achieve all of this.” John made a motion with his hands to indicate all the things around him.
“That’s another thing the scientists discovered, when the brain is changed, the interests of the person is also changed. Different people are ‘programmed’ to be interested in different things. So instead of ambition driving them to gain wealth, they are merely pursuing the thing that provides their life with satisfaction.”
“What about you? What provides your life with satisfaction?” John asked.
“I am interested in the lessons of history. When we know what history teaches us, we can avoid making the same mistakes. But we know that a lot of the mistakes of the past were committed because of self-interest. I am also interested in puzzles and mathematical formulas, that’s the reason I am here. The structure you were in had an inscription on it and I was given the task of figuring it out.”
“Did you figure it out?”
“Yes, it was a serial number used to distinguish this structure from any other structure like it. The implications are that we will eventually encounter another structure like the structure you were enclosed in.” Mark could not contain his enthusiasm when he said this and John could not help but notice.
“This sounds like paradise.” John commented, “To be able to do the thing you enjoy because you want to and not because you have to. What about money?”
Mark replied, “There are enough minerals mined in a single asteroid to make each person a multi-millionaire and it costs so little to produce anything that it doesn’t matter anymore. Everyone does everything for free and receives everything for free. I know it will seem unworkable to your mind but you have to understand that everybody takes only what they use and nobody owns any possessions because there is no such thing as greed anymore.”
Imagining My Suicide
I’m tired of imagining my suicide.
The peace in my mind with my body
under gravity.
An asteroid
hurtling towards the ground
denting the surface only barely
noticeable.
Will they smile soon?
Will their corners lift as days dilute the memories
into minuscule concentrations?
Making the bitterness only an aftertaste,
slight enough to be utterly forgettable.
For them to step over my crater completely oblivious.
Perhaps
I will disappear eventually.
Soon
my body only cigarette remnants on an ashtray;
unrecognisable to the masses that billowed me into grey smoke.
Used and discarded,
my soul moving on to a reality where it doesn’t hurt so much to be alive.
Finally at peace from the heaviness of this skin and all its contents.
What I would do to have the courage to end it all,
to not just
imagine my suicide.
Got Me
Have you ever gotten fucked up nice
With the devil under pale moon beams
Making bets on who goes next
I’m a candidate for suicide
If it wasn’t for THC, momma or
My girl who’s down to ride
I’ve got a darker side but I’m fighting
With all my bright
I know how beautiful a phoenix is
That was just ashes and a myth
Look how on fire we are with a kiss
We were only sending messages
Use to be a time bomb with a kick
She defused me
Into a more delicate weapon
Just as deadly, more of a purpose
Use it to protect my family
Shelter in the storms
I was kicking rocks at Cupid’s wings
She flew right in got the best of me
She’s constantly blissing me
Inspires my anarchy
Not the bridge burning kind
More the make em stare at love’s Fuck em attitude
I got your back; front, bulls that get to bucking
Bad luck too
You turned all my pain songs joyful
Blessed my pen with hope again
Not a thing I wouldn’t do
She’s got me like energy pulling me
I think I’ve got her too
There is Fire
There is a fire inside us,
We can see it in each other's eyes,
It is there until we die.
Someone once told me,
Not to let my fire,
Burn out or flicker away.
I told another the same,
To hold onto their fire,
That it will light up the world.
Someday my fire,
Or theirs
May go out,
But it won't,
Not today.
This isn't much of a story,
But a message,
To those who may understand.
Don't let your fire burnout,
Or take over your life,
It can be dangerous,
But a necessary beauty.
Fist Bump
What would it take to have all adults to listen to a child read.
What would it take to put a minute aside for their needs.
What would it take to show a child the love he deserves.
What would it take to show I love you without words.
I have formed a challenge to make adults see.
That children have wants and children have needs.
All they want is someone to notice they are there.
All they need is someone to show that they care.
The challenge I started is FISTCHALLENGE4KIDS.
It's a challenge that takes a minute from under your eyelids.
A child would ask to read you a book,
And you would listen, love it, and bump a fist nook.
Shoot it into the sky and send me a picture to my email.
Every month a new child will win a prize to tell.
My mission is for all children to win,
Reading is a plus, and will help them to get in.
So what would it take to get everyone to participate.
I'm not sure , but I'll keep trying until I evaporate!