• Uncategorized

    Malawi Birds a poem by Eric King

    Written in solidarity with the prisoners of Malawi who’s voices carry their stories beyond the walls that imprison them. I heard the Malawi birds they were bundled and stacked buried so deep but their voices reach so high does their location negate the warmth of their tears we can learn so much from suffering how long must our education persist who will finally be the one to rip the door off the cage wings were meant to fly not to die…

  • Uncategorized

    “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

  • Uncategorized

    “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…

  • Uncategorized

    Untitled poem by Eric King

    Living in open caskets breaking down into fractions if we’re animals are these our zoos? if god loves us are jails the pews? asleep but i’m awaken hunger strikes me the earth is shaken time is my only consumption living in broken societies breaking down into surrogate families i’m hungry for anything

  • Uncategorized

    “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

  • Uncategorized

    “We Forget” a poem by Eric King

    Hometown heroes forget we exist within morality the person shooting up was once someone’s everything cuddly kids call the president a primate, cause they hate his pigment not racist if it’s politics just more social biggots one pump of blood away from being a fleeting memory once pump and pull away from an unwanted family villains in our lives aren’t just symbols they’re existing placing more importance on critical moments instead of having joy in simply loving rascal radicals ditching ethics and street battles rather duplicate love w/bubble gum flavored capsules loving all life in 8 hour segmants then rushing off to the bathroom to get in line for seconds…

  • Uncategorized

    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