HONEST

A woman calls President Obama a Communist. But can't really explain what a communist is. 

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(this was my response on FB)

This annoys the piss out of me. Of course now commie is the code word for nigger. America is the richest country on Earth because of hundreds of years of slave labor. And black people generations later still have the scars of self hatred to prove it. There would be no America, no freedom for these old crackers and ofays if it was for the pain our ancestors endured. I can understand ignorant racism. Some people just can come out the past. But to use communism to mask their racism is straight fucking wrong. On a level that boils my blood. Bitch should be kissing Barack's feet for NOT throwing up some secret gang sign on TV to signify all black people to attack. I guess it's been growing to this point. Was in an elevator the other day when two white women were comparing iPhone cases and one was say how much she hates the one she has now because it gets so dirty. And all I was thinking about was this 14 year old girl in Afghanistan who gets shot in the head by the Taliban because see thinks girls should've alleged an education. I got a fucking Troll on my FB who wants to lecture me about all the atrocities that Obama is committing in Africa. I ask him have u ever been to Africa, he says he doesn't need to go to africa to know what's going on there. This fucking country and its #firstworldproblems with these spoiled rotten care bear soft skinned hippy dippy devils trying to tell me something about the world. Arghhh... every couple months or so I go off. My closest white friends know and understand. -goRealer

The Private Part with Dani Marco

I tried to run but I stumbled and by stumbled I mean fell...

Warrent

Man asks me,

u got warrants?

I ain't got no warrants.

U ever been arrested?

Yeah... but not in no long time, like I don't even know. What I do?

There's no walking between cars.

Really? U get the old lady that was right in front of me?

Plain clothes got her.

Where she at?

They kept her on the train.

U saying since she got snatched by detecs she stay on her train?

We're uniformed. We take people OFF the train.

Damn. I give him the I'm-muMs-spiel but he ain't having it while he run my name. To myself I'm thinking I ain't got no warrants... I don't think. I aint done nothing since I been back and they ain't gonna see that Cali shit. I think I'm clean. I'm clean. Say it again confident.

Clean. Upstanding. I got rights.

I say out loud, how u gonna bag me for walking between cars while 50 people got shot last weekend!? I ain't do nothing! Man... three trains gone by already!

Man look hard at me, I look hard back. He go and come back, say, u ever been to Brooklyn?

Yeah I been to Brooklyn. I don't live in Brooklyn but I been on Brooklyn.

You have a warrant in Brooklyn?

Word? Wait... What???

My heart beats, adrenaline jumps, knee stops hurting, breathing steadies. Everything slows down. His gun, on his right side. He thumb on the holster release. His partner half cocked, back turned. They're ready for me to make a move. There's a fence at the end of the platform. Breathe. Think.

He's got my license, can't go home. How much cash I got on me? Breathe. There is nothing but this moment. This second to assess. Survive.

Man looks in my eye. My face empty.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Man takes out a notepad, copies my information, says take care of your warrant. Hands me back my license.

concentration reduces the amount of wants when the wants become deadly desires.

-gorealer

The SOUL Futurist's Digitism

“Under the first provision of the SOUL futurist's digitism, the rhythm, also known as the even keel’s evil infinite excursion into a fibonaccian swirl; such as programmed, as doctored self, as is in a room of mirrors, conquers 'less than' in the self. the personhood of the state, of the collection plate of places to plant food, gorge on fame from selection. We, for the purpose of words against us, assembled circles, declare the individual above the state. There is one or there is none.”

goRealer

Today

A poem I wrote on August 15th, 2011. From the forthcoming ebook Loveness: Poems from the Heart.

Today by sirmuMsila

today I’m feeling like… a little out of the box. a little outside the of the norm. Outside of everything… everybody. The news makes me scared, angry, pensive, jittery. the drama. the opinions. the pop elation. feel like if I turn it off I’ll miss something. I flip through my twitter scroll and again I am scared, angry or I laugh but then… I wonder does that person who said something funny on twitter not know that some father chopped his kids head off or that some 30 soldiers got killed in Afghanistan or some dude got shot by police or some elderly woman’s window got shot in or some guy broke in some woman’s home and raped her or some guy riding his bike got run over? I’m on the facebook and stocks is down and someone called the Pres a spook and the degrading of the dollar is happening like they said and the radicals is all up at each other and the wind is knocking over stages and the rain is opening holes in the ground and rich people cant stop telling me how rich they is and I’m wanting… and waiting… and wars are being started and information is being forced and hacked and sported.

We buy into people selling they life for thirteen episodes a season. cut by commercials convincing me I aint good enough. and the device we sit to see it on hypnotize our dollars while glowing lights convince us we’re plotting our solo missions. Where we whisper our deepest secrets into the fiber optics that block out the sun and we’ll say that we saw it and that we knew what we was looking at when we see it coming pushing the stars aside rushing our investigations into whose fault it was not to fund the telescope. we flossing instead of fixing our own levies. looking for hand outs from the land whose hand we want out our pocket. I’m feeling way outside it. way out the way I feel when I pay more to get to and back from the place I get paid less at. I look at TV and I wonder where common sense at. He’ll drop the science! but he dropped the sense and reality aint real. Now I’m feeling like I don’t even understand what I feel. I look for love.
Somebody posted something bout love but when I take a closer look its an invite to an event at the love lounge where i can get my freak on. 5 dollar sex on the beaches before 8. 10 dollars at the door. I need something positive all general and yellow daisy-like cause that’s what I’m used to to keep me from wanting to chuck it all. like a quote from the bible or my horoscope letting me put the blame on mercury’s retrograde. I need some informative confirmation that this aint all the dream or maybe it’s just wysiswyg, what you see is what you get. We thread the rope we hang round our neck. ahh… maybe it’s just that end of the summer feeling or the world bout to shake off the shit that fuck with it from the front. I only know what I know. beauty. It’s what I make myself miss daily. so that that moment I see her will make everything else worthless.

-goRealer