Now pack up your shit and let’s start working toward real change.  So far, we’ve all called attention to some fairly relevant issues but the problem is that there is no real leader, no real goals, no real anything other than emotion.  Your actions have been successful at receiving attention but it’s gone on for too long.  You’ve got to get out of the parks and into the county council meetings.  You’ve got to run for offices and take money out of the pockets of the 1% and begin empowering each other.

Stop fighting over who the leaders are and just become one.  Take the time to listen to someone other than yourself and make changes in your personal life.  Things can’t continue on the path they are on.  By causing chaos and anarchy, you force the hands of military and police personnel and are losing the sympathy vote.

There are people who are fighting for our rights. Are you?

When you break the law, you become a criminal and you allow the powers that be to act accordingly. I get the occupation on the streets when there is a purpose, but what do you want? What will get you back in your homes? This country and the 1% now has an excuse to turn on and declare Marshall Law. Do you get what that means?

Martial law means imposing military rule by military authorities over designated regions such as New York, on an emergency basis—and although USUALLY only temporary—when the civilian government or civilian authorities fail to function effectively (e.g., maintain order and security, and provide essential services), when there are extensive riots and protests, or when the disobedience of the law becomes widespread, it could be long standing.

In most cases, military forces are deployed to quiet the crowds, to secure government buildings and key or sensitive locations, and to maintain order. This means that generally, military personnel will replace police departments and perform some or all of their functions.

THE CONSTITUTION COULD AND WILL BE SUSPENDED. When we are in full-scale martial law, the highest-ranking military officer would take over, or be installed, as the military governor or as head of the government, thus removing all power from the previous executive, legislative, and judicial branches of government.

I’m NOT saying to let anyone off the hook, but let’s be real and get organized. If there are organizations that have too much money or power then we have to do something about it. Sleeping in a park will NOT solve the problem. File lawsuits, join the government, if you want to hold protests, do them with purpose. Stop fighting and breaking the law and expecting cities to tolerate it. If you broke the law without the mob of others behind you doing the same thing it wouldn’t be tolerated.

There HAS TO BE some form of order in order to be productive. Start demanding accountability from those who want to hold you accountable. Let’s make the auto makers, bankers, insurance companies, etc pay back the money they stole from us. File complaints in EVERY CITY over JP Morgans monopoly on handling food stamps, because they are continuing to keep us all poor so they can make even more money.

Stop thinking you HAVE TO HAVE things that come from companies that use your money to fund hate groups.

You want leaders? Hold your own elections. For every 100 or 1000 people there should be a leader. The leaders should then have leaders and so forth until everyone’s ideas are being communicated because all we hear outside of your protests are a bunch of people complaining about a lot of issues with no resolution in sight and to be honest, I’m not willing to give up my rights because of your egos.

So be honest and stop being an asshole. If you’re not a part of the solution, you are a part of the problem!

Attempted to be what I thought I was supposed to

The way a good little girl ought to

But each and every time I fail

And end up here

At the bottom of a milkshake or a beer

I quit smoking 7 months ago though I could really use a joint right now.

Its been 3 months since the last time that I had sex

And I’m tired of going without the pleasures of this world

For the sake of others

I need my mother

And another

Shot at it all

To rewind time and take what should’ve been mine.

I’ve had enough of my own victimization

I’m tired of intellectual masturbation

I dream and I scream

Silently

Amongst myself

Wondering when, things will ever be anything else.

It’s somewhere between crazy

and insane.

The people around me are in turmoil

The people on TV flashing pearly whites, don’t seem to get it or notice.

Maybe it’s all the xanex?

Everything I’ve ever learned is a lie

everything I’ve ever believed is true.

What the hell does that leave me to do?

I’m tired of being tired

tired of feeling a lone

tired of struggling

every day just to get out of bed

let a lone accomplish something with my 24 hrs

My mind is frantically trying to wrap itself around this

clock like ticking and hammer like pounding

Why do I have to live my life as if I were drowning?

Is it any wonder why I want so desperately to get out of this place?

Is it any wonder why all I crave is an escape?

How much more of this can I take?

I tell her that I still love her, but she’s not buying it.

I don’t remember ever taking that turn that turned us around and knocked us on our ass

I don’t think she does either.

There was a time when I looked at the woman next to me with adornment and lust

and now i look at her with just..

ugh. a sigh. a sign. an i don’t know why.

We can’t get a long anymore no matter how hard we try

nothing is right and it’s the one truth we still share

the one thing we have in common is this

need to piss each other off

We’ve played this play

and played this game

for far too long

I’m over it

and it’s over me

hanging there like a dark cloud with lightening bolts

raining only over Charlie Brown.

Is it better to leave

or work it out?

What’s left to work out?

other than this depression induced gut

that I wear across my mid section

like a seatbelt

it restrains me from the inevitable collision

that will come as soon as I take it off

and try to begin again

on my own.

I’m too old to believe in forever

too young to feel so done.

In my next life,

I will do my best to be contempt with loving me.

It’s not them, I tell myself.  But let’s face it, it is.

A woman who represented the school district in Minneapolis has said that she felt “neutrality” meaning the silent condemnation of gays is enough of a compromise and “What else do they want?”.

I look at her and think, she looks like she is probably a nice lady, somewhere in that hypnotized heart of hers, but really, she’s not.  Anyone who can say that as a representative of all that is holy that Queer’s, even young ones, deserve to die for being queer….well, they represent the devil to me and that, I’m not ok with.

Queer’s are weird mystical creatures, I’ll give you that, but if you want to know what’s going on inside of our minds, just ask us.

See the thing that goes on in mine is this need to maintain a life line with my higher power.   I like to call him God although if these psycho’s have named their higher power God, then maybe I’ll change his name to Kyle.

So Kyle and I kick it often.  In fact, he’s the only one I like to talk to about everything.  And Kyle says that we were created out of love.  In fact that 4 letter word that seems to seer into the souls of some is the only reason we were made; LOVE.

Kyle doesn’t like it when people pretend to be close to him and use his name to promote hate. The rest of these sheeple outside of my door who watch psycho’s that snicker at the death of children make me feel like I’m living in one fucked up version of Zombieland which is why I’ve given up on my need to leave my home.  There is no love out there.  And if it is, it’s so far and few between that I’d rather just stay online.  In my facebook like bubble where I can listen to birds “tweet” and see faces of people who actually do have love in their hearts.  Not these horrible people who make me wish i could find an exit.

Is it so hard to understand why a kid would feel there is no hope, when the adults around them would rather let them die than give them rights?

My heart is broken tonight and no amount of booze or pills or pot or morphine or anything could cure these blues.  I need love, and a platform to talk to these confused people who think that I look at a vagina and like a wolf salivate.  That’s not how it’s done.  The body part I’m the most attracted to is the heart.  The mind.  The soul.  And once in awhile the ass, but it always comes last.

Even if I was attracted to tits why should it be a crime?  If I put a penis between my legs then suddenly it’s ok.  I don’t think with my cock and neither should you.  I’m not a hateful person, in fact I don’t know many Queer’s who are.  If anything, we have to be the tolerant ones who make excuses for the abusiveness of our society.  We are the date raped sub culture who has to take it up the ass anytime some sweaty guy thinks it’s ok to stare at us with drunken eyes, mount us because he’s been given that right, or even belittle us because he feels he’s better than us.  Let’s face it, this is a man’s world, especially a white man’s world, or a rich white man’s world.  None of which I am.

No, I’m a poor puerto rican with an IQ of at least 145 who happens to have enough balls to stand up for who I am.  I’m telling you all of this because it’s time that some body does.  Fuck being nice.  It hasn’t gotten us very far.  From this day forward, I’m starting a blacklist for companies that do business with hate groups.  Anyone who is a part of these groups will be boycotted by myself and hopefully every other Queer in the country with 1/2 a brain.  We’ve got to stop funding these terrorists like Michelle Bachmann and start doing more to promote what’s real; LOVE.

Because whether you believe in God, Allah, Karma, or Kyle, at the end of this road we will all be held accountable.  I want to know that I did everything I could.  Don’t you?