Deja Vu by Chris

Love thy one whom stands right with you,
Conquers their search as you are to be it's conquest...
Face the trail of deception to come around when you soon to fade...
Alive in mind, but lifeless to feeling any thing close to what once opened to be a possibility...
Never sleep on once upon time, in time it will be just a part of a past,
Soon just to be forgotten, as the love once united has fallen,
Take the answers as to questions, take the questions, as to remember what you failed to answer...
Fail to regret the coming of expectation,
Take a step, look back, possibly turn around, and run to your ever after...
A second time around might just be in questions, all up to you to make the decision and give what is the supposed answer.

How to you deal taking a chance, and already it falls apart? Although pain strictens, regret in mind...
And alone in soul... We have time...Take as much needed to mend...
As it moves on, reason your doubt...
As the wounds heal, reopen the chapter...
As you contradict fate, play with the ember that once ignited what once was the lust...
And as every minute proceeds to pass,
Look back to resentment as wishful thinking.

I'm ready to walk away...
As I do, I promise myself to give into every chance, collapse at every expectation,
and break till the scars become armor.
As I face myself to listen to what I once preached...
Here I go again, but with that something thy I shall cherish...Deja Vu.

“Deja Vu: To know not to forget, but to remember why I moved on.

Soaring

I am in motion.
Flying.
Diving.
Praying.
Remaining.
Motion. Unstoppable.
Carrying my cross.
Teaching the future.
Writing truth without fear.
Humbled by life.
Motion. Mobility.
Leaving a legacy.
Fighting with faith.
Holding on to hope.
Defying the odds.
In motion.
I see beauty.
I speak ideals.
I feel journeys.
I taste success.
I hear the wind.
I am soaring,
without leaving the ground.
Watch me.

What's In by Anonymous

Stolen clothing for sale.

Across the world.

Warehouses full.

It’s legal to sell that turquoise coyote necklace, that shirt made of cheap cotton with the geometric design printed on it in that perfect sequence.

The perfect sequence every time- triangles and suns, muted earth tones that imitate the earth.

Love, live, desire, be nature.

Silently, ignorantly, blindly kill nature.

In the name of passing fad, in the name of social acceptance, pretend to be an activist, pretend to save the earth.

Pretend to protect and nurture and heal.

Say you protect and nurture and heal.

Believe you protect and nurture and heal!

Then steal something- something that was never yours, something that stopped being “urban” and stopped belonging to the people that are really meant to be “free”, and give your money to a world dominating corporation.

Thoughtlessly, effortlessly, guiltlessly, give away your money -that could be saving lives- to a company that destroys the environment so they can provide you with the latest in Navajo fashion.

Put their signature on the tag, is if it were theirs.

The sacred designs, the symbols.

They take credit for their history and culture and art, crudely printed using cheap materials, the overpriced jacket hardly doing it justice.

The Navajo, defenseless and proud stand and watch as their culture is snatched away, selfishly and blindly.

But it’s on sale at Urban!

Free People isn’t even bad or anything….

So fight for peace and love and be eco-friendly!

Sport your Kony 2012 t-shirt and your breast cancer awareness bracelet and your “Make Art Not War” bumper sticker!

Get with the program, get with the times, stay up to date, save the earth, feed the homeless, promote positive body image, achieve world peace, cure cancer, end world hunger……

….That’s what’s in right now, right?

Get with the program, get with the times, stay up to date, get an Iphone, watch sexist commercials, play war games, read a magazine about how to fix yourself, purchase overpriced cheap material objects from terrible corporations in the name of style (cause you are so unique), walk by the homeless without making eye contact, buy a “heal the ocean” bracelet that will end up in the ocean……

That’s what’s in right now, right?

On Racism and Discrimination by Minh Tan

To put it plainly,
We are all different, you and I, in what we are,
But we are not unique in who we are.
However, the true beauty in us is our depth,
Far deep down, we are all the same.

We are all people from our own cultures and lands,
But can we not all be friends?
We all speak in our own languages,
But do we not preach parallel messages?
We all sing harmonious melodies,
But together, do we not hum universal medleys?

We all teach different virtues,
But can we not all share common values?
We all recite our visions,
But do we not all tell of our inspirations?
We all strive for our own stars up high,
But do we not all reach for the sky?

We all adore our own lovers,
But can we not all love each other, too?
We all live here, there and everywhere,
But can we not all exist together?
We are all men, women and children of diverse origins,
But are we not all human?

So why is it that some of us treat certain others differently?
Why are some forced to obey the rules of a different game?
Is that all life is to some of us, a game?
Unfortunately, some people’s answer would put us to shame.
But it does not have to be that way,
Can we not, you and I, make a change for the better,
Everyday?

Entire Embrace

I embrace you through the misery,
some are just worth that extra mile.
You are.
I can only touch your spirit,
love your soul,
take the bits and pieces of us and
pray them whole.
I embrace you.
I embrace me.
I embrace us.
Knowing all along,
you are my destiny.
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Eternal Student by DD Wright

Eternal Student
I received a text this Thursday night. 
I read it and reread it this can't be right. 
I read it a third time.
Was my sugar low? 
Was I losing my sight?
Marley gone? No can't be. 
Profiler shot him employed by NYPD? The young soldier? Old soul? 
Next Langston Hughes? 
Dream deferred? Civil Rights reborn? Inspiration behind the community singing the blues? Again? 
I should not be here saying this poem. Marley you should not be there while we sing these songs. 
I started to write a poem verbally degrading NYPD 
and about the tears and pain that some have bought to other communities.
I started to assault the paper as so many of us have been treated historically.  
I started to but decided to not add to the the insanity and profanity. 
I decided to write about the beauty of Marley. 
Oh I remember the sparkle in your eyes. 
Every morning your chocolate face and gorgeous smile. 
So today I remember not the officer and his bullet causing your demise. 
I remember a student whose spirit will never  unrise. 
I remember a child who's writing touched souls. 
I remember an unforgettable memory to whomever he beholds.
Loved ones heartbroken never thought this would be your destiny but God makes no mistakes.
Perhaps he took you young to increase the steaks, 
make folk march, 
stand up for injustice, 
provoke the world to salute you, 
not just us. 
You, Marley, you had to bring about change. 
You, the son of the people, had to go home early so that we could scream your name.
I am Marley G, you are us too! 
We pray for your family and the you alive today. 
I pray that I never have to say goodbye to another student this way. You are loved and will be missed yet your story will not be deceased. Marley London Graham, rest in peace.

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Baby by Chris Vasquez

Forever I'll miss the part of myself that died in the reign of battle to escape the torment I placed upon myself.

I'll miss the doubt that allowed me to question all the actions taken were ever worth just the sacrifice.

I miss the vulnerable child who fell gullible to deception yet still kept hope.

I'll never forget the bastard child who saw life as content still questioning who he identified as...

How young naive and foolish he was... im still skeptical to think it was okay to be such a burden.

I said goodbye to the hypercrite who laughed amongst the crowd but weeped in silence... knowing it was all just an act.

As I burned the silent soul who only whispered truth but spoke lies to the universe... I step upon his ashes and blew him into world he once feared.

And the award goes to...
the boy who thought beauty could be bought...
He knew damn well his scars could never be covered up, when he secretly Despised himself knowing he was ugly only on the inside...

Takes more than a price to fill in the cracks he broke into,

How is it possible I allow such a pathetic form of human live inside me without charging interest,  with the flaw of just being unexplainable...

But yet I miss him... without him,  id be just one sick son a bitch with no excuse of why I am the way that I am.

I'd be the desperate. vindictive,  split image of my own self who thrives on the attack of self humiliation...

Im sorry,  but truth be told... He wasnt worth that much of my attention to cater too.

To the lost boy... Cheers,   may you find happiness in your crossover...
Respect our separation and move on... in time you'll realize all you've brought me was a shadow of doubt and hatred...

Walk away now and find contentment in a life too perfect for neither of us...

Be grateful I gave you the privilege to die and set you free,

Remember how many others selfishly hold on to a past of regret, burry into doubt of the present...
And never see a future because there stuck living with the past.
Thank me later baby.