“Not my prison” a poem by Eric King

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“Not my prison”

This is not my home

Not my tan clothes or

scratchy wool blanket

My fucking chamber to rest

or my niche

I am not an inmate

that is a title bestowed

by monsters in blue clothes

This is not my job

and these are not my ‘co-workers’

I have no boss

Issues they have are not my problems

These are not my shackles

or my constraints

I didn’t make, buy, or ask for any

It is not my phobia of lost control

that build these cathedrals of despair

This is not my home

These are not my ‘friends’

I have no desire to humanize

or fraternize

Eric Featured in Certain Days: Freedom for Political Prisoners Calendar!

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We’re thrilled to announce that Eric has a poem in this year’s Certain Days calendar! For those who are not familiar, the Certain Days: Freedom for Political Prisoners Calendar is a joint fundraising and educational project between outside organizers and three political prisoners: David Gilbert, Robert Seth Hayes, and Herman Bell. Each year the calendar features a variety of artwork and writings from both current and former US held political prisoners and this year our very own Eric contributed.

EK was honored to be involved in this project for a handful of reasons. The calendar not only features creative work from a lot of incredible folks who are very politically active, many while still behind bars, but it also exists as a unique and exciting body of work celebrating those who have dedicated their lives to various freedom struggles and movements including (but not limited to) the Black Panther Party, the Earth and Animal liberation movements, the American Indian Movement, and other anti-racist, anti-colonial, anti-globalization movements. Because the calendar, now in its 16th year, is made available to political prisoners through outside sponsorship and is offered at a discount for folks to send to their friends inside who are not on that list, it allows for a continued connection between those imprisoned and their comrades on the outside.

The poems Eric writes are truly an expression of who he is and his experience. By the time we all hang up our Certain Days calendars and turn the page to start January of 2017 EK will have been in prison for almost two and a half years. Over that period the poems he has written have been a great opportunity to get to know Eric and get in touch with what he can offer to the world. Never losing a step, and never far from us while being locked up, we see where he is and the connection to the movement with every completed poem of his we hold in our hands. Let’s move forward together and acknowledge what our comrades have to offer whether inside or out.

Be sure to order your very own (and one for all of your friends and comrades) today! Check out the Certain Days website for more information including the beneficiaries of the proceeds.   And of course, you don’t want to miss Eric’s featured poem, entitled “What Did We Do Today?” in this year’s edition.

In solidarity with all political prisoners and all our comrades who are locked up, and in solidarity with the Certain Days collective.

Thanks, everyone for your continued support!

-EK Support Crew

Baby Teeth a Poem by Eric King

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Are we the states baby teeth?

Yanked and picked

from societies expanding mouth

Store for safe keeping

in tight little boxes

Have we outgrown our storage?

Maybe we are the cavities

rotting out the core

And when we are gone, the dentist

will cease hostilities

Even when we are uprooted

there’ll never be an end

to all the nerve damage

“treason” a poem by Eric King

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How long until its illegal

to just not want to be long

they’ll sizzle our brains

til we’re just mush in a shell

then put us to work in

factories to waste

Our horrific rap sheet will read

‘Wanted nothing to do with society’

Treason for not partaking

in the commercialization of our identities

Crime of the century being

Not wanting to make or spend

any fucking money.

“Am I Allowed to Breathe” a poem by Eric King

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Am I allowed to breathe?

Is that a punishable offense

Am I allowed to feel

is that a shot?

Are my thoughts read

like my letters

scanned and stored

to be used against me later

My dreams disected and distorted

Tearing apart the meanings

Digging for something

anything

Does my every firing neuron

Have sinister intentions

Yes..

“I’ll know I am free” a poem by Eric King

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I’ll know I am free
when I am stretching out
feeling the wind on my face
doing all sorts of weird yoga poses
and when I turn my head
to the left or the right
I wont see
a single god damn fence
with a single god damn piece
of razor wire that a worker in some factory
helped make to keep other people
locked in cages
Stop making the fucking tools
to oppress other people
Remember what color shirt you’re wearing
I’ll know I’m free
when the color of shirt someone is wearing
will mean less to me
than the color of their shoe laces

In It For The Long Haul – An Important message for supporters all around the world!

 

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It has been almost a month since Eric arrived at FCI Englewood, a low security federal prison in Littleton, CO. In that time Eric has begun to adjust to the facility where he could potentially be held for the remainder of his sentence. He has been making friends and finding his niche.

In order to help ensure that he will stay at FCI Englewood and not be transferred, We are requesting that supporters take great caution in what they write and send to him—avoiding inflammatory rhetoric that could potentially have consequences. Here’s why:

FCI Englewood is only 30 minutes from where Eric’s partner lives and an even shorter drive from several solid friends and comrades in Denver. Being in such close proximity to his friends will undoubtedly help him through these next 6 years. It is also a low-security prison, meaning that the conditions of his confinement are generally better than they would be if he were transferred to other federal prisons.

But Eric’s position there may be somewhat precarious, currently he is very close to the maximum level of points for a low security prison. He could easily be transferred to a higher security prison (even a Communications Management Unit) or he could be transferred far from his friends and his partner, making visits difficult and less frequent.

We ask that you help keep Eric safe and not send him mail or reading material that may draw undue attention to him. If you are writing to Eric for the first time, please keep his current situation in mind and avoid topics or news that relate to his current charges or political actions surrounding prisons. We are also asking anyone who is a part of a radical publication, no matter how mild or extreme it may be, to please get in touch with his support crew at erickingsupportcrew (at) riseup.net before sending anything to Eric.

As always, please continue to organize letter writing nights and fundraisers for EK. We want to proceed with caution, but we will not relent. We hope you’ll do the same.

Thank you so much!

EK support crew

 

 

Eric Kings Sentencing Statement

 

We have received the transcript from Eric’s sentencing. We want to share both Eric’s statement to the court and the transcript in entirety.

 

 

“THE DEFENDANT: First I’d like to congratulate the Court on such a stellar job. Another graffiti homeless person is off the street. So I’m sure the FBI and Patrick are very proud of themselves. This is a good picture for the United States and they needed this. This is a solid win. You do an amazing job up there

This is supposed to be a chance for me to speak. I didn’t speak this entire time. You’ve held sentencing and punishment over me, and even now no matter what I say you can still hold that against me, not let me do things, not recommend things. That’s such a farce. This whole court’s a farce.

I stated what I did. I’m happy I did it. The government in this country is disgusting. The way they treat poor people, the way they treat brown people, the way they treat everyone that’s not in the class of white and male is disgusting, patriarchal, filthy racist.

You’re all a part of this. From the man over there who works the same corporation company that ran Prime Health Pro (ph) to you that takes away freedom and tears apart the community. You do that thinking that this is justice. This is no justice in ripping people from their homes. For what? Breaking a window? Ten years for breaking a window? And the cop that killed Freddie Gray got zero? The people that killed Trayvon Martin got zero? It’s so horrendous.

And I’m not sorry for what I did. I’m sorry that I got caught before I could do more things. I would have loved to attack more government buildings and make sure that bubble of safety that prosecutors and FBI agents and judges feel got shattered so that they stay in their safe pockets knowing they can’t touch me even though there are consequences to my actions. Same way we have consequences for our actions. If I throw a hammer out a window, I get ten years in jail. If you sentence a first-time offender to life in prison if he sold meth, you get a clap on the back from the President and a job for life. And if that’s justice, then you’re use of justice is so skewed and just horrendously immoral.

Further, this isn’t a victory for the State. This isn’t a win for any of you, any of you on this other side of the table. It’s done nothing but affirm my views, affirm my beliefs that the government is just disgusting. Even when I walk in I can’t tell my wife I love her. I can’t look at her and smile because, what, I broke a window? That’s justice? That’s fair? That’s not justice. There’s no rehabilitation in that. There’s no freedom in that. There’s no constitutional rights in that. It’s just bullying. It’s just the upper class saying we’re going to keep people who did not agree to our rules and then decide not to live by them, we’re going to keep those people shackled up so we can live comfortably in our own little bubbles and we never have to look outside of those bubbles to realize what’s really happening, which this class is set up to keep people down, and when people step out of that class system, they get punished horrendously, more than any other country, any other country on earth, the land of the free. It’s despicable.

This sentence has brought me closer to the community I really serve. That’s the radical view, the poor community. It’s shown me what solidarity means. It’s shown me what friendship means. It’s shown me what love means. It’s shown me what being a real human means, not standing by people when they’re knocked down, not further knocking them down, not going after poor people if they want to provide for their families and not do it the way that the white society thinks is appropriate. You’re disgusting.”

 

below is the transcript in entirety

 

 

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“I don’t have time for your white pride” a poem by Eric King

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I think you’re fucking lame as hell

and Thor is a childs game

I dont have time for petty race pride

plus I feel its all a sham

You’re cops, or you would be if you could

and Im not interested in your Nordic theory

Thor is just as bogus to me as the white Christian god

So i’ll take Loki and Jesus Christ

and tie them all up with Christmas lights

and we can pretend that you arent just pathetic

We can imagine a world where you arent insecure

Because hiding behind heritage to coverup your shame

seems pretty childish to me

So fuck thor, I’ll use his hammer to nail him to the cross

Now will you please get lost..

I dont have the time

for your white pride

It all means garbage to me.

“Two poems about white crosses on Mountain tops” a poem by Eric King

 

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There’s a cross across the road

To me it looks more like an X

to mark the fucking spot

where they dump those who are forgot

It doesn’t give hope or inspire faith

It’s a tragedy and a human waste

those were people, with love and fear

and now their dust on the mountains

Which isn’t where I’d want to be

to get as fucking far away from here

They didn’t get released,

no compassionate freedom

They will forever overlook the last place

they ever existed in human form

the fences can’t hold energy

and dust can fly fucking free

but it’s a reminder, that they’d rather burn your dead body

Than set you free…

I need a shovel
I need a shovel to dig up the corpses
those who never got to choose
those who were burnt to a crisp
those who can’t and never could
say get me from this place
I want to take a baseball bat
and smash that cross
that mocks the dead and pretends that forgiveness
is something they’ve obtained
People die every day
still wrapped in society’s chains
It haunts me every night that I sit in front
of this fucking window
Its the give and take cause if you want the moon
then you have to deal with hell also…
”White crosses on Mountain tops,
I wana smash them all”…