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Tow Away

09/24/2021 - 11:35 by Anonymous (not verified)
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pDIV align="left" TABLE cellpadding="5"TR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TDTR VALIGN="TOP"TD pby Staff Writer/p pThey towed awaybr / br /my house - a car-br / br /It was the last thingbr / br /I owned./p pIt was another ticket,br / br /A red tag day.br / br /They came around early- 2:39 am-br / br /Just like thieves in the twilight./p pI remember shaking in the cold,br / br /afraid-br / br /I knew I hadbr / br /no where to go-br / br /And feeling unlovedbr / br /by all./p pFor a moment mybr / br /mind wanders,br / br /A shock wave of feelingbr / br /runs rapidly through mybr / br /mind and body.br / br /I remember thinking,br / br /What has happened to society as a whole?br / br /As they sit around in ivory government buildingsbr / br /allocating themselves huge salaries,br / br /While others be comebr / br /impoverishedbr / br /by the secondbr / br /homelessbr / br /by the second./p pbr /And finally a red tag day.br / br /No housing and finallybr / br /my homebr / br /my only possessionbr / br /My car./p pPt 2br / br /We now face a bureaucracybr / br /Taking our things to pay those huge salaries!br / br /I am sorry to say my government-br / br /The one I so faithfully voted for -br / br /No longer loves it citizens./p pNo longerbr / br /will the native San Franciscanbr / br /be displaced and disenfranchisedbr / br /by the city where we were born.br / br /It is time for people to raisebr / br /their voices to the city injustices,br / br /put a stop mercenary practice andbr / br /greed./p pRed taggingbr / br /must stop Now!/p p/p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p
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The Poor Nation/A.Faye Hicks

09/24/2021 - 11:35 by Anonymous (not verified)
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pstrongBy A. Faye Hicks/Po' Poets Project/strong/p pDIV align="left" TABLE cellpadding="5"TR VALIGN="TOP"TDIMG SRC= "../sites/default/files/arch_img/533/photo_2_feature.jpg" //td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TDTR VALIGN="TOP"TD pby Staff Writer/p pThe PEOPLE are being Scatteredbr / br /shuffling along with, blankets, backpacks, shopping bags pushing carts/p pNo more Unity in the poor Nationsbr / br /Park benches uprooted----shopping carts over-turned, homeless people unjustly br /arrested/p pPolice circling around like VULTURES,camouflaged as Human Beingsbr / br /The sick living in doorways, behind cardboard boxes.br / br /Bathrooms locked, water fountains denied/p p“This is a sad state” Thought the tired so-called Bag Ladybr / br /Alone, Mental Facilities sorely tested, Weakened by a gnawing hunger.br / br /From her womb, Misery was etched upon her copper tone belly/p pShe paused too rest for a momentbr / br /Dark eyes glazing into the distant skiesbr / br /Pondering the next movebr / br /Remembering the Peaks of her non-existancebr / br /An old Lady at Eighteen/p pBirds flying in formation, overheadbr / br /Dark clouds floating, silently in shapes of nightmaresbr / br /Her only safe shelter the Blazing Sun, capturing her attention/p p“If only I had a Star to wish upon or Something I can get some energy from.br / br /She stepped upon the wet, well-cut lawn of a Californian City Hallbr / br /Its dampness drinking in nourishing her beingbr / br /Her breast painful from unused Mother’s Milkbr / br /Sticking to her dress, Ragged around the edges of her soul.br / br /Its wetness the Morning Dew or Her Deluge of Tearsbr / br /Coming from deep within a inner well./p pTHE POOR POOR NATION/p pAh, The grass, so soothin to her wiggling toes. COMFORTbr / br /Half worrying about Police Surveillancebr / br /Knowning she was on Public Propertybr / br /Not daring to restbr / br /Because a trespassing ticket, would dip off into her Funds?/p pThe gold nail polish on her sun burnt toes glinting magicallybr / br /Spiraling undrugged thoughts upward seeking SUCCORbr / br /A hole in the Bushy Hedges?br / br /Dare she rest? A Haven?br / br /Her curled into a Tiny Ball! Her hide-away bed The City Hall/p pWith its Black Gold Dome, warrin against a winter sunbr / br /A King’s Ranson, Battling against the principals of the Homeless Nationbr / br /Unnatural Flags, weavin in the Beautiful Breezes, Compromising Life/p pOne Nation Under God?br / br /YO! YESbr / br /The power hunger god!br / br /The prestigous god!br / br /The Greedy Gut god!br / br /And The blood thirsty one!/p pAh, Knowling she signed, Better get a move onbr / br /There is no rest for my weary Bones here.br / /p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p
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CAN’T Rest/Leroy Moore

09/24/2021 - 11:35 by Anonymous (not verified)
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pstrongBy Leroy Moore/Po' Poets Project/strong/p pDIV align="left" TABLE cellpadding="5"TR VALIGN="TOP"TDIMG SRC= "../sites/default/files/arch_img/533/photo_2_feature.jpg" //td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TDTR VALIGN="TOP"TD pby Staff Writer/p pI can’t restbr / br /My disabled brothers and sisters are dragged, shot and beaten to deathbr / br /Society is scared of him..Big, black and mentally illbr / br /Take him away and give him more pills/p pI can’t sleepbr / br /My disabled brothers and sisters are living on the streetsbr / br /The ADA has done nothing for me br /Listen to my life/p pGot raped in a shelterbr / br /Got robbed on the streetsbr / br /Three strikes and now I’m in prison for life/p pI can’t restbr / br /28 million dollars for Ed Roberts’ Campusbr / br /Can’t even get my SSI cause I have no address... Does anybody care?br / br /Disabled youth abused in foster car..Segregated in school.. now I’m on welfare/p pMy disabled brothers and sisters are put to rest...br / br /On the streets, in psychiatric wards and in prisonbr / br /But I feel your spirit and anger in my chestbr / br /I won’t rest..Your spirit and anger won’t rest /p p...We won’t let you rest/p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p
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Mother and Child/Jewnbug

09/24/2021 - 11:35 by Anonymous (not verified)
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pstrongBy JewnBug/Po' Poets Project/strong/p pDIV align="left" TABLE cellpadding="5"TR VALIGN="TOP"TDIMG SRC= "../sites/default/files/arch_img/533/photo_2_feature.jpg" //td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TDTR VALIGN="TOP"TD pby Staff Writer/p pThirstin fo affectionbr / br /cradle me next 2 mi momas wombbr / br /punches came like tremorsbr / br /hard movingbr / br /hard restinbr / br /momas cryinbr / br /daddy almost killed mebr / br /young lady, no longer a babybr / br /datin n matinbr / br /he’s beatin me dailybr / br /my child me escapinbr / br /2 b beat bi another manbr / brbut survive as seed root soilbr / br /we r outkast in a landbr / br /runned bi vessels dat posses demonsbr / br /dat justify me mi childbr / br /livin on da streetsbr / br /eatin scrapsbr / br /washin up wit paypatowels in public bathsbr / br /mi only means of livinbr / br /u call trashbr / br /Hey I ain’t no garbage!br / br /but u r a garbage manbr / br /robbin mebr / br /rapin mebr / br /Why do u hate me?br / br /FleshBoneSpritbr / br /me mi child growinbr / br /without sunlightbr / br /without spring waterbr / br /growin as one with eachotherbr / br /child and mother.br / /brbut/p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p
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THIS IS NO MOVIE, NO DREAM, AT LEAST ITS NOT MUSROOM TIME YET.

09/24/2021 - 11:35 by Anonymous (not verified)
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pstrong pMore shocks as a possiblebr / dialog to nip war in thebr / bud, br /falls on a one-track mind. /p pPeople, don't vote the wrong guy inbr / we didn't vote in the first place.br / I'm just 'thinkin ahead./p/strong/p pDIV align="left" TABLE cellpadding="5"TR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TDTR VALIGN="TOP"TD pby Joe B./p pb"DARK STAR" "NORTHERN ALLIANCE" SOUNDS FAMILIAR?/b/p pI thought Darth Vador's dark twin lives and we reside on the "DEATH STAR" /p pWe few rebels of the "Northern Alliance" must decide to end this "Enduring Freedom" or we will surely lose our rights./p pI am for the troops they're doing the jobs trainned for but soldiers should be last resort - secret talks should continue./p pI am thinking these thoughts as I walk under the Bart Station./p pIt seems as a species our Warlike tendencies are still needed, however as with other bygone anachronisms it must be tamed, abandoned, and only used when there's no other choice./p pWe did have choices, warnings, before the actual event but chose to ignore the waking nightmare of Sept. 11, 2001. /p pThese horrible acts will continue until... War as a way of settling problems is no longer an option. /p pThe "Nuke 'em syndrome works both ways, It may be our turn to experience radiation burns and/or multicolor mushroom clouds. Bye./p pbrPlease donate what can to Poor Magazine orbr / br /C/0 Ask Joe at 255 9th St. Street,br / br /San Francisco, CA. 94103 USA/brplease/p pbr /For Joe only my snail mail:br / br /PO Box 1230 #645br / br /Market St. San Francisco, CA 94102br / br /Email: a href="mailto:askjoe@poormagazine.org"askjoe@poormagazine.org/a/p p/p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p
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In The Mess Cont... MM's Meetings/Workshops, We're Invited.

09/24/2021 - 11:35 by Anonymous (not verified)
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pstrong pbThe residents are in the picture,br / lets stay there with so many peoplebr / from 'M Street and surrounding areas./b/p pThat this kind of community unitybr / becomes a model for other citiesbr / and towns where citizens voices arebr / really heard and just maybe Urbanbr / Renewal and Redevelopmentbr / will have a positive meaning./p/strong/p pDIV align="left" TABLE cellpadding="5"TR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TDTR VALIGN="TOP"TD pby Joe B./p pThursday and Friday, Oct. 18th and 19th are rush days they came and went like phantom horses mixing with the wind, galloping across sped-up flickering sky. /p pSaturday, Oct, 20, 2001 went slow as cold molasses from a frozen bottle./p pIt's 8:26 am. Market Street is still sleeping with a few street folks, parents walking taking turns pushing their infant child in a stroller, a police car making its rounds, some guy with headphones rollerblading down the street./p pWhen I begin to record these gems of regular life - no taperecorder!br / Its safely on my soft, warm, if rumpled bed. /p p Up and down the blessedly working lift, out the door with a hi-by again to the desk clerk it is now 8:34 and I know I will be late at the office 9am./p pGood! Saturday Morining to me as with rest, reading, or any kind of relaxation is sacred and is hard to find a slow phase in these fast time of 21st Century Earth. /p pGlad Mr. Stuart Brand of the of the 1960's, Whole Earth Catalog and later theCo-evolution Quarterly now Whole Earth Review in 1999 was and is working on a Clock/Library in the Nevada desert that supposedly is built to last 10,000 yearsbr / b[that’s one long hobby to be working on/b] /p pAre most of its parts made from near indestructible Timex parts? /ppSomething like this or long range-view works can help humanity appreciate a true flow of linear time, not these new nano second spliting of infinity. /p pWorking on a high tech - low slow mechanical time machine (clock) in a desert to run ten thousand years and to slow ourselves down to me is a noble endeavor and other. /p pOn the bus I'm reading "The Turd Filled Donut" of 6th.Street, this is its 8th publication. I wonder how it began? /p pMy thinking is:a couple of girls and guys pick up a donut from a thrown away pastry box full or a few donuts. /p pThey see what looks like dark and light chocolate smears but the odor betrays what really covers the donut./p pQuickly throwing it away making sure their hands are clean, one of then decides to create a publication based on the incident for Sixth Street. Laughter subsides the friends get serious and they begin working on the ugly sounding and imaged publication./p pIt sounds gross but has lots of info. /p pI wonder if that ever really happened to anyone in the past or presence. /p pBy 9:40 I'm in POOR's Office. /p pSoon a little Toyata is racing to Golden Gate Larkin St. at 455 The Hiram, W. Johnson, State of California, State Office Building of San Francisco. /p pWe are in the building by 10:07 am./p pI don't know about anyone else but it feels like one long day for me.br / It ends at 1:30 pm. /p pOutside are faint far off voices of protest at City Hall. /p pHaving no idea what its about or having an inkling I know when its time to go home read a book or two, have free lunch at St. Anthony's or Glide Memorial's Lunchroom, or get some zzzzzz's./p pI had two servings in both Glide Memorial and St. Anthony's just in time before closing then walk home belly not belly ache and get my voluntary Z-on. /p pNothing like a good hard sleep after work then waking up in time to party the night away./p pSure-you right, soon as my face hit the pillow, body under sheets I od on z's-z'd out completely, my day is done folks... Bye.br / PS- How's life treating you like a limp, rank rag or soft silk perfect?/p pPlease donate what you can to b[laptops, webcams,palms-whatever]/bbr /Poor Magazine orbr / br /C/0 Ask /ppJoe at 255 9th St.br / br /Street, San Francisco, CA. 94103 USA/p pFor Joe only my snailbr / br /mail:PO Box 1230 #645br / br /Market St.San Francisco, /ppCA 94102br / br /Email:askjoe@poormagazine. org./p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p
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Incarcerated for crimes of poverty cause skin privelege is not enuf; this is for you Ntozake/tiny

09/24/2021 - 11:35 by Anonymous (not verified)
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pDIV align="left" TABLE cellpadding="5"TR VALIGN="TOP"TDIMG SRC= "../sites/default/files/arch_img/533/photo_3_feature.jpg" //td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TDTR VALIGN="TOP"TD pby Staff Writer/p p/pPBorn into povertybr / BR /3 generations of poor womenbr / BR /consumed by marginalizationbr / BR /3 generations of women destroyed by subjugation.br / BR /3 women Not resisting just existing./p p/pPme - child of a mixed race mamabr / BR /she-orphaned as a child- tortured as a childbr / BR /she-born of a another tortured woman beaten by a man...br / BR / a man who had a plan to use and abuse until there was no more left to have /p p/pPauntie with no teeth..no soulbr / BR /lost to dpression and cigarettesbr / BR /bearing more tortured children more tortured women who did not eat - who did speak BR /who harm each other and themselves cause there are no more tears to grieve./p p/pPthese womenÕs livesbr / BR /are inter-twinedbr / BR /with the oppressor,br / BR /the oppressorÕs name is Shamebr / BR /Shame tells them it is wrong to be poor,br / BR /it is your faultbr / BR /and whatever you do - BR /donÕt ask for a hand-outbr / BR /starve your childbr / BR /consume that winebr / BR /sleep on the streetbr / BR /youÕll be finebr / BR /but IdonÕt /iask for helpbr / BR /these women believe the oppressor as tho he is the lover they can never keep-they BR /starve their children in honor of shame, they remain homeless in honor of shame- BR /they lose their soul... in honor of shamebr / BR /Shame is the name of the new colonizers, the gentrifying landlords, the policy BR /makers, the presidents/p p/pP3 generations of poor women destroyed by margin-a-lizationbr / BR /Not resisting..Just existing/p p/pPI am born of these women - I am born of this pain ...of the impossible relationship with BR /the new lover- shame-br / BR /at a young age I give up - unable to change - unable to save - ready to die, dead from BR /too many reasons to cry - /p p/pPbut wait there is a happy ending... No not happy... just angry... but anger has hope - BR /anger has possiblitites anger has names like Dorothy Allison, Shange, Toni Morrison, BR /And Zora Neal Hurston -br / BR /anger has clarity and words like resistance and strugglebr / BR /survival and organize/p p/pPso now the story can readbr / BR /3 generations of poor women fighting back-br / BR /3 generations of women.... Healing not Grieving -br / BR /Resisting..... Notbr / BR /just Existingbr / /pbr / /td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p
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They Towed awa/Dharma

09/24/2021 - 11:35 by Anonymous (not verified)
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pDIV align="left" TABLE cellpadding="5"TR VALIGN="TOP"TDIMG SRC= "../sites/default/files/arch_img/533/photo_3_feature.jpg" //td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TDTR VALIGN="TOP"TD pby Staff Writer/p pBR /my house - a car-br / BR /It was the last thingbr / BR /I owned./p p/pPIt was another ticket,br / BR /A red tag day.br / BR /They came around early- 2:39 am-br / BR /Just like thieves in the twilight./p p/pPI remember shaking in the cold,br / BR /afraid-br / BR /I knew I hadbr / BR /no where to go-br / BR /And feeling unlovedbr / BR /by all./p p/pPFor a moment mybr / BR /mind wanders,br / BR /A shock wave of feelingbr / BR /runs rapidly through mybr / BR /mind and body.br / BR /I remember thinking,br / BR /What has happened to society as a whole?br / BR /As they sit around in ivory government buildingsbr / BR /allocating themselves huge salaries,br / BR /While others be comebr / BR /impoverishedbr / BR /by the secondbr / BR /homelessbr / BR /by the second./p pBR /And finally a red tag day.br / BR /No housing and finallybr / BR /my homebr / BR /my only possessionbr / BR /My car.br / br / gone..gone..gone../p p/p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p
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Soldier rags and ‘flags’/Taisol

09/24/2021 - 11:35 by Anonymous (not verified)
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pDIV align="left" TABLE cellpadding="5"TR VALIGN="TOP"TDIMG SRC= "../sites/default/files/arch_img/533/photo_3_feature.jpg" //td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TDTR VALIGN="TOP"TD pby Staff Writer/p pbr /Half-staffed fo a twenty on gun ‘salute’br / br /silent cries in my heart fo being ‘confused’br / br /at times alone in my room isbr / br /not knowing what to do a smallbr / br /moment in prayers is due tobr / br /every youth that lost they lifebr / br /for being part of the that street life hustlingbr / br /overtime by the code do or diebr / br /holding back the demons that arebr / br /locked inside.br / br /Hear me Lord why is itbr / br /the good are the ones to die. I’m onbr / br /the outside of the world looking inbr / br /watching time pass by walking in thebr / br /hands of time puffing on the healingbr / br /herb to ease my mind. Followin intobr / br /footsteps of a lost ‘tribe’br / br /educate yo ‘mind’ know yo ‘rights.’br / br / They say increase da ‘peace’br / br /but how can ‘we’ when all webr / br /is deceit. Where’sbr / br /da ‘equality’ when brothazbr / br /shadows get swept from from beneath theirbr / br /feet. I’m on my kneez looking upbr / br /to heaven praying fo mybr / br /unborn seeds. Hopin they don’t growbr / br /up to “see” da shit thatbr / br /I’ve ‘seen.’ Creator please help mebr / br /wit dis situation.br / br /Pacin back and forth realizin we allbr / br /God’s children in dis babylon ‘war.’br / br /I’m juss a youngsta upbr / br /in dis ‘world’ down tobr / br /die fo what I stand ‘fo’br / br /and that’s helpin out mybr / br /community and da ‘poe’br / br /God Bless/p pSituations sometimes bebr / br /‘critical’ with all deze hatersbr / br /suckaz and ‘foez’ sobr / br /I hit da ‘studio’ droppin songsbr / br /usin my mentals andbr / br /getto ‘instrumentals.’ Hopin onebr / br /day that it paysbr / br /instead of sittin around waitinbr / br /fo judgement ‘day.’br / br /I got to keep my head upbr / br /and ‘maintain’ holdin onbr / br /to my ‘faith.’ Cuzz divide conquerbr / br /and ‘assasinate’ is howbr / br /we was ‘raised’ earnin mybr / br /‘ranks’ by bein threebr / br /steps ahead of da ‘game.’br / br /Earnin mines by da nationwidebr / br /‘fame.’ If U want be a thugbr / br /U gotta have heart andbr / br /know ‘why.’ Its either Ubr / br /fall victim to ‘genocide’br / br /or hustle to ‘survive’br / br /thugging til my lastbr / br /Its either U fall victim tobr / br /‘genocide’br / br /or hustle to ‘survive’ plan out and ‘strategize’br / br /obiding by da code ridebr / br /or ‘die.’br / br /Thugging til my last dayzbr / br /in da West ‘Side.”/p pbMarcello “Taisol” Lopezbr / br /Bio:/b/p pBorn August 9, 1981 Marcello Anthony Lopez. Oakland California Native, a graduate of Oakland Street Academy. Multi-Cultural background, so diversity is no stranger. Anthony has had the unfortunate experience of association with racial profiling, poverty along with social acceptance. Too light to be black, too dark to be white but his lyrics apply to all. At fifteen Anthony began attending the San Francisco Boys Girls Club and was introduced to a state of the art recording studio, and Taisol was incarnated. Fundraisers, festivals, protests and political awareness campaigns are some of the experiences under his belt. Older and even more knowledgeable, Taisol is here to put it on the minds of his generation. Jogging our memories to acknowledge, accept and create positive feedback on continuous unlawful and unfair acts surrounding the communities. Taisol will continue to provide consciousness to those whom are unconscious by building and strengthening the new generation. Opening the eyes of those blinded by constant casualties steamed by political injustice, empowering his generation with information pertaining to reality and longevity. A long lasting mental impression, food for mental intellect, and dialect everyone understands. As a young adult he has established his own publishing company, Poetic Hustla Foundation, is a member of ASCAP and is exploring all aspects of the Entertainment and Performing Arts industry. An artist, a lyricist with business savvy, a product of poverty, a statistic to the government but a prodigy to the ghetto.br / /p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p
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There's joe yammering again, Why Can't He Shut The F_ _ _ Up?

09/24/2021 - 11:35 by Anonymous (not verified)
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pstrong pOthers are speaking up frombr / so-called Messes all aroundbr / the country and parts of the world./p pbMost People still think everythingbr / is fine. br /Wrong!/b Keep the noise onbr / full blast until solutions are foundbr / by us and those willing to help./p/strong/p pDIV align="left" TABLE cellpadding="5"TR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TD/td/trTR VALIGN="TOP"TDTR VALIGN="TOP"TD pby Joe B./p pI’m sick and tired of being sick and tired. Certain people in high places are so dense places not getting it, ignoring solutions, or purposely not getting it because they have no idea or don’t care to have one, or know how folks on fixed incomes or less continue to survive and thrive in this country of plenty while have-nots starve as they work two or three low wage, dead-end jobs. /p pIf this column is too long to read… rest your orbs then continue./p pbSaturday Sunday Oct, 28+29 2001./b10:30 am, uSat. /u took a shower, brushed hair, teeth, put on some clothes for work... /p pUsually, I'm still under the covers, as any self-respecting Vampyre of old would hide from ray-light of solaria heat 'til sleep shrouds me again. /p pBeing mortal has its compensations as its brilliance greets me..."Get UP! Joe, you have work to do." /p pFunny, after all these years mama's voice is in my ears rough 'n gentle urging me up. Still don't like being wide awake this early and missing the cartoons only made it worse./p pI asked the guy working the front desk about the Pre-Hollow’s Eve Costume contest. "Its been cancelled Joe."br / "Thanks I said aloud - my mind sighed /p p"Shit, I wanted to try for that worst dressed category; anyone can by the best from a store, and it takes some ingenuity create from scratch-I don’t want to work that hard its too much like extra credit. /p pBut the worst costume I can do that all I need is two sheets, multicolor, magic markers, paper, rubber bands, and clear or white tape and my junky horrid costume would be complete./p p I planned to enter the contest as discolored genetically mutated sperm. /p pWin, lose, or draw it would’ve been something to do and if I did win the extra $25 I’d be able to but new earphones to replace broken ones last week, visit mama, and see a movie./p pI had to take a day or two thinking of President's G.W.'s Enduring war on the Taliban and their associates. /p pBetween the speech and Att. General J. Ashcroft's "Patriot Bill" sighed last Friday it looks like the 'Tals have partly achieved their objective: Making us less free by our own hands./p pOn Sunday circling thoughts still working through my brain./p pI'm thinking of Adam Eve, Cain Abel, The Tower of Babel, and the Pandora Myth.br / 1.br /The first seeking of knowledge by way of an Apple.br / 2.br /The first Fratricide Killing of a human.br / 3.br / God supposedly confounds language for building a tower to find his Kingdom. /p pb[I picked that one also because religious, language, and cultural differences America and the Middle East must confront if both worlds old and new can know each other. /b/p pIt is as hard for American’s to see themselves as an Evil Western Empire, Barbarians or Philistine.]br / I do not mean inhabitants of ancient home of Palestine. /p p4.br / Ancient Greek Myth of Pandora, the first woman who's curiosity made her disobey Zeus's stern warning about a mysterious box./p pA single theme runs through all these ancient tales that people given an opportunity will do anything to get their hearts desire./p pThe Paradox: Once the FBI[Federal Bureau Of Investigation] CIA[Central Investigation Agency], /ppPolice or other law enforce- ment agencies get involved, share memo's there's a tendency to go overboard - Remember history folks, anyone can caught up all you do is be creative on the phone, on-line, or someone overhears part of a conversation and not its whole story and the law will swoop on you and I. /p pCan we really trust them not to go overboard, have they done it already? I was thinking these thoughts while in line wating to eat Sunday in St. Martin De Porres. /p pI go three more times to fill my plastic container before eating again have to call someone an tell them the tape broke Saturday while sitting in the park where the "Stop Domestic Violence March was held in the Filmore./p pSometimes flukes happen at least this time Mr. Morgan, another assocate I met at St. Anthony's told me about a place where tape repair is possible. /p pThat young woman is going to be fuming, ready to beat me into mud if I don't get this tape repaired... [some of her interviews are on it too.] It's one of those "up a creek without a paddle days. 3:43 pm./p p I've had a good day and safe night which is all anyone should ask for... but being human of course I'll always want more. /p pLiving on Market Street only fuels the longing for more of everything that includes life longevity, real estate, connected and dis- connections from humanity in equal doses. /p pNerves in my brain begin to throb painfully - time to lay down, rest my racing cranium./p pPS. saw Legion of Superheroes website, does anyone have old comics they'd like to donate for free? Aw oh, brain throb got take that nap now./p pPlease donate what can to br /Poor Magazine orbr / br /C/0 Ask /ppJoe at 255 9th St. br /Street, San Francisco, CA. 94103 USA/p pFor Joe only my snailbr / br /mail:PO Box 1230 #645br / br /Market St.San Francisco, /ppCA 94102br / br / Email:askjoe@poormagazine. org./p p/p/td/tr/td/tr/table/div/p
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