ok duffers, a question here
Why he look at him like this hello

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ok duffers, a question here
Why he look at him like this hello
At this point, I wouldn't mind if the emotions Mike's been suppressing burst out like this:
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Which Emotion
I'm curious as to which emotion God wants me to feel right now
is it the deep rage, incredulous fury at the capturing of Latino men
is it sorrowful heartbreak over trans men and women being denied rights
being told they are mentally ill
killed every day over and over
is it peace in my heart for the soul in each of us; do they truly not know what they do
is it horror at the stark contrast today's news displays or
is it knowledgeable for seeing there was so much I wasn't seeing
in the pits of this I have seen the true thoughts of my fellow person
how they hate, how they burn with it
well I'm sure that torture on their skin is what they're reflecting
does God want me to weep more to pray more to hope more to quiet more
I feel my voice rising to my throat more
I can't keep silent in all this violence
the painful thought that others did and so we're here; stepping further into our enlightenment
we demand for the truth so it will be heard
we yearn for a future so it must be paved
our lives have been fighting so we'd know how to fight
our minds have been opened so we'll do what is right
I could never deny the rights of my fellow human being
I beg to know why so many think they can
as I hold tight to every shred of integrity I can muster
I will see the sun rise again, feel it on my face and accept it
is it acceptance - could we ever know what he wants us to feel
could I ever ask him, her, they, them, she, it, listen:
we are what is inside, our hearts beating wildly, our fingers drumming that song
the one we march to, that one we heard inside before the telling
the bravery that lives in the presence of that moment, how it grew us and fed us, whichever way it was received
is it power, to know who I am, to love it in spite of every bigot spitting in the face of our progress
we cannot let it happen, the washing away, the erasure, the pulling into a man-made current
we will stand against that tidal wave, keep change, stay brave
and learn the power of a brick again
is it stillness; to bask in the beauty that exists anyways, to delight in the rain anyways, to take it in because where I am, it's been offered
is it to love, so fully and with everything I ever intended to do lined up like a reminder, with gratitude, living is the most beautiful and important rebellion of all
I can hear God's call, I'll shine my light and fight our fight and feel blessed
kept, held in faith for that brighter morning day
people think they shouldn't vote as a protest or whatever because they've been raised on boycotts. which do sometimes work.
boycotts deprive the target of money.
not voting does not deprive the government of money.
it does, however, deprive you of power.
it's not like a boycott.
VOTE FOR KAMALA HARRIS
Big Picture
Picture the big picture - on a stage, in a frame, cascaded with light; on and off
Then on, some brimming thing breathing life in the orchestra pit; her name a reverberation
I see her, as clear as day under green leaves, golden by the sun, speckled in shadow
And her smile finds a way to remind me of important things, the words to say
The finger to press against her lips and how to make good the day; the colors changing
Essence of Spring
I delight in the essence of spring slipping through the cracks of shut windows
she peers through blinds and envelops me in white blossoms on trees remembering how to give
their clusters beautiful and just awakening, like laughter bubbling up in a newly concious chest
the warm weather always some welcome surprise, how it keeps me looking forward to more days of it
where the sun sets later and later till summer and the shortest of nights graces us with love and with light
Time's Rest
The minute before the sun Is restored to the sky that’s Waiting, time lies down to rest Dreams the flowers grow instead Allows distance to slow and like A rapid, rushing river, weaves Bridges between us upon the Quiet of dawn, when the golden Light softens on the bottom of Your sleeping visage and I can Do nothing but trace patterns Among the stars scattered there The constellations on your face Time’s rest is my place where I get to sit and wait for you to Open your eyes, for your bright To catch mine, the sun blocking Your sight, til you squint past Its bite, see it’s me and smile
Undone
I saw orange clouds Lit like fireflies never out Burning embers on a Setting sun, the day Undone in a moment Pink bleeding on to Frames of fluff, bursting Out on other ones And as I watched the Sky changing I knew Within the make of me That I was okay then And would be so again Hour by hour, minute By minute, like a sunrise Or sunset, altering Constantly, impossibly Beautiful and hard to Predict changes in Blinking lights that go Off and on, off and on
Height of Me
I hope my dreams get louder Let them shout from the height of me Let me breathe free and not quietly I hope my love grows taller Let it grow wildly till the storm on the horizon Is mixed in with its brand of fun Let me be done, let my arms uncross And open to those that need them Let me keep it out, the dark din
To Persevere
When you reach that Hill in the distance it’s Going to look so easy To climb but as you go Higher you will realize you Are not climbing a hill You are climbing a really Tall mountain and it’s Hard because you don’t Climb mountains on a Daily basis, if at all So when you reach that Hill (mountain) in the distance and It seems so simple but Mid-way will make you want To die as your lungs catch On ice and fire with the air Remember that despite The sufferings you are literally About to endure, for more Than just a few small minutes It’s always nice to reach the top It’s always nice to know You did not stop
Palm Lines
You ever noticed you were aging in your hands? Saw how life had been on them, stretching them and working them
Have you ever really looked at the lines on your palm, how there's a story there
One of life and love - have you ever thought about how life can be a synonym for multiple feelings?
One pain, one euphoria, one apathy
How we circle up and down so many things; How our ebbs and flows can become anything and we rarely know which way the river is turning
I want to trace my hands across the valley of your face and body forever
And as they get older, I will see the love
Emanating from them and pulsing into you
Like stars twinkling in a midnight sky I will glisten above you and inside you as time goes by
And when we clasp our hands together and I feel your bones press against mine
I will think on how divine it is to feel it
To hold your love in the palm of my hand; To be held in yours and smiling
““You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting – over and over announcing your place in the family of things.””
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I feel you, even when you are not here, and I smile with this Sun that shines in my chest so full of your love. You may be busy with a thousand things, I know, but even just imagining you makes me smile. There are forever pieces of you in me, and this magic between us allows us to, in silence, feel us and say a thousand things to each other. I hear your song spring from my heart, and it is so beautiful, my love. I love you, every instant, every second of each and every day. Never forget it and keep this knowledge in your heart, my love, always.
e.v.e.
do me a favor and rb this with your sun/moon and the last time you cried in the tags
Watch: Poet Porsha Olayiwola heartbreakingly reminds us all that black women’s lives matter too.
“Men and boys are seen as the primary target of racial injustice,” AAPF associate director Rachel Gilmer told TakePart in May. “This has led to the idea that women and girls of color are not doing as bad, or that we’re not at risk at all.”
But studies show otherwise: Black women are killed and sexually assaulted by the police, and incarcerated at almost three times the rate of their white female counterparts. Yet news coverage of these cases are focused largely on the relationship between law enforcement and black men.
From the linked article above. None of this diminishes the importance of any Black Lives Matter protests or the lives of black men.
Reblogged for the important infographic
I also reblogged for the poignant spoken word gifs
especially re: eating up savings:
"The less you eat, drink and read books; the less you go to the theatre, the dance hall, the public-house; the less you think, love, theorize, paint, sing, fence, etc., the more you save—the greater becomes your treasure which neither moths nor dust will devour—your capital. The less you are, the more you have; the less you express your own life, the greater is your alienated life—the greater is the store of your estranged being.
Karl Marx, Economic and Philosophic Manuscripts of 1844
I read this quote in the george Clooney as fantastic mr fox's voice