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    “About Capitalism” a poem by Eric King

    These walls silent as the dark & lost haunting as a ghost these walls will fucking crush us all if we ever give up hope these walls steal inches by the hour pressing down & smashing joy these walls will gladly break us all if we ever give them the power these walls snap shots of decaying minds cold and without mercy block out the sun, in case it shines shocks out the dark in case it’s night these walls will kill us all if we dont have the will to bear it

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    “I refuse to make a habit” a poem by Eric King

    I refuse to make a habit of being oppressed or oppressive to wear chains and pretend they’re bracelets nothing orange is stylish these meals aren’t gifts and these captors aren’t our pals don’t give a fuck how their day is or if they’re breathing that pepper spray isn’t cologne these beatings aren’t for show the fire got put out in our cans but the power is in our hands till they rob the air we breathe i’ll stand on the side of action lessons learned today mental weakness overcome today will make a better me tomorrow for refusing to be broken and refusing to make a habit of being oppressed…

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    “A poem about being institutionalized” by Eric King

    art found here http://apiedimonte.deviantart.com/art/Jail-cell-1of-2-39677420 There’s no more bridges roses, flowers or gardens mutual friendship is foreign a dream like a soft mattress territorial beast w/out their homes no take out, just shake downs felt to be disowned only madness to look forward to calender days an abstract time away by the time they’ve parted  the gates the whole world has changed

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    A poem about freedom by Eric King

    One day the water that feeds              the grass Will wash away the stain      of captivity off me The clouds will open their arms in a                       Warm embrace Years of hurt and abstract existence         will be wiped clean I can’t smell freedom but one day                    we all might Days can’t be bought on the free market        But they can be stolen at gun point Trees can’t grow in a day, but we clean                    out forests in mutilating seconds… One day the water that feeds the world              will purify my soul                                      -EK

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    Un-titled poem by Eric King

    There’s more to life than Judgements And gavels Dogmas and logos, division and Squalor There’s more to love than ego & control Connections between beating hearts And the rain that feeds the soil. Existence is observance And love can mean just learning Either we let go or we grow – EK