Occupy Wall Street was always about something much bigger than a movement against big banks and modern finance. It’s about providing a forum for people to show how tired they are not just of Wall Street, but everything. This is a visceral, impassioned, deep-seated rejection of the entire direction of our society, a refusal to take even one more step forward into the shallow commercial abyss of phoniness, short-term calculation, withered idealism and intellectual bankruptcy that American mass society has become. If there is such a thing as going on strike from one’s own culture, this is it. And by being so broad in scope and so elemental in its motivation, it’s flown over the heads of many on both the right and the left.
(Source: think-progress, via mesatawe)
I ran into a gentlemen named Neil who wanted me to help spread the word about 600 protesters who occupied a vacant hotel on October 10, 2011 to demand housing for the more than 10,000 homeless. Speakers from Homes Not Jails stated that according to the 2010 San Francisco Census there are 32,000 vacant housing units in San Francisco. This powerful demonstration made up of the Homes Not Jails Collective, OccupySF, and other local activist was not reported by major media news sources. Read the full story by picking up a copy of the latest Street Sheet. Power to the people!
While a city burned its Stanley Cup dream in the flurry of flames, looting and bone-breaking that was the 2011 Vancouver riots, an altogether different sort of passion spilled, literally, into the streets.
At the moment, they’re known only as the kissing couple.
—Poetry My Version Of Oral Sex
My poetry is Rhythm, Feelings, and Emotions and if I include love into my poetry
Does that make my poetry Oral Sex?
Can I lay you down with my poetry and kiss your shoulders with a whisper?
Tell you you’re beautiful in more than 5 stanzas
A poetic tantra to induce a climaxing flowing river through your body
Because baby sweet nothings
are nothing
I’ve only just begun
First I start with your mind
Sharing words that entice your fantasies
Asking your self can it be?
Don’t stress love
It’s only Poetry
My version of Oral Sex
The greatest lover you ever met
Touching you metaphysically
Making you wet
Not your body first
But your heart I caress
No need to undress
As I address
How you make me feel
I want to interlock every word I conceptualize
Allowing my imagination to consume you
Until you and only you realize I have the key to your secret garden
My poetry is starting to harden
I apologize for being blunt and pardon my bold letters and linguistics
I tend to get caught up with word play
Poetic Intercourse
In a room full of strangers
With the spotlight
On you
While I use soliloquies
To surrender you into feeling my every word with soothing commas and intimate punctuations
The collective of expressions I lust to voice are a litigation of words
Battling for supreme rights into your heart, body, mind, and soul
As my lips try to reach the inside of yours from a distance
Titalize with the tip of an adjective
I’ll speak soft and slow if you are sensitive
And I tend to speak with my hands
So hold onto my words
As my fingers do the talking
Expressing what I’m truly wanting
Because when I put two nouns into a poem to create a verb
Breathe slowly and take it in
It’s only poetry
My version of Oral Sex
-Gabriel Nicholas
—My Native Tongue/Are We Free
I DON’T SPEAK MY NATIVE TONGUE
THOUGH I WEAR MY NATIVE SKIN
IM PROUD OF MY CULTURE
WHEN IM REALLY IN BETWEEN
FILIPINO-AMERICAN IS WHAT STANDS BEFORE YOU
TO AMERICANS IM FILIPINO BASED ON A SENSELESS CENSUS
AMERICANO THRU THE EYES OF MY NATIVE FILIPINO
BROTHERS & SISTERS BECAUSE I CANT SPEAK THE DIALECT
YET I STAND STRONG LIKE A CARABAO
BREAKING DOWN THE INRTAMUROS STONE WALLS THAT THEY ERECT
I LIVE THE DASH
IN BETWEEN FILIPINO-AMERICAN
I SALUTE THE KATIPUNAN WHO FOUGHT FOR MY INDEPENDANCE
I SALUTE THE MINUTE MEN WHO FOUGHT FOR MY INDEPENANCE
GENERAL EMILIO AGUINALDO
GENERAL GORGE WASHINGTON
BUT DON’T GET IT TWISTED I KNOW MY HISTORY
AMERICA HAS DEALT ITS SHARE OF FILIPINO MISERY
AMERICA IS IN THE HEART
CARLOS BULOSAN TOLD ME THAT
FROM PICKING VEGETABLES AND FRUIT AS A MIGRANT WORKER
CANNING FISH IN ALASKA
I RESPECT THE MANONGS AND VETERANOS
ACTIVIST AND LIBERATION FIGHTERS SUCH AS ERNESTO MANGAOANG TO GABRIELA SILANG
WHO PAVED THE WAY
FOR ME TO BE FREE
HOWEVER
ARE WE FREE
MY PEOPLE OF THE PHILIPPINES
WE CANT EVEN GOVERN OUR OWN COUNTRY
ACTORS AS POLITICIANS CAUSE THEY ACTING
MASKING THE TROUBLES AWAY WITH LIGHTNING CREAMS
MONEY AND POWER CONTROLS THEIR SELF ESTEEMS
AIR CONDITIONED TRAITORS TO THEIR OWN KIND
IT’S BIGGER THAN WOW WOW WEE
FRESH OF THE BOAT CAUSE THEY WANTED TO FLEE
I SAID FRESH OFF THE BOAT BECAUSE THEY WANTED TO FLEE
A COUNTRY WITH NO UNITY
A COUNTRY WITH POVERTY
A COUNTRY WHERE LIGHTER IS BETTER
AND BROWN IS JUST TOO DARK
SO ANAK
STAY OUT OF THE SUN
A COUNTRY WHERE TOURIST GO TO HAVE FUN
A COUNTRY WHERE GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS ARE STEALING ALL THE FUNDS
A COUNTRY WHERE ACTIVIST DISAPPEAR
A COUNTRY THAT IS DEAR
A COUNTRY I CALL MY TRUE MAINLAND BUT HAVE NOT YET TO VISIT
A COUNTRY I STRIVE TO UNDERSTAND BECAUSE THE HISTORY IS TAINTED FROM LAPU LAPU TO THE DEATH MARCH OF BATAAN
SO HERE IS A LITTLE HISTORY
ABOUT PEOPLE HUNGRY AND DYING IN THE BARRIOS
AGUINALDO AND BONIFACIO
WERE INSPIRED BY RIZAL
THEY TRIED TO RESOLVE
THE SUPPRESSION
THROUGH REVOLUTION
THEY THOUGHT THEY WERE WINNING
WHEN THEY REALLY WERE LOOSING
THE SPANISH ERADICATED OUR CULTURE
GIVING US SLAVE NAMES
TRYING TO TAME ARE SO CALLED WITCH CRAFT
WITH CATHOLICISM
IN THE NAME OF KING PHILLIP
THEY BUILT THEIR MISSION
400 YEARS OF BEING CONDITIONED
JUST TO BE RECONDITIONED
HISTORY IS LOST BETWEEN FICTION AND NON FICTION
AMERICA CAME TO HELP WARD OF THE SPANISH
BUT THE VISION OF FREEDOM WOULD SOON VANISH
OUR ANNIHILATION
WAS ASSIMILATION
THE TRAITORS SURVIVED
WHILE THE NATIONALIST DIED
CARRYING THE FLAG
WELL IM HEAR TO HOLD TO HOLD IT UP HIGH
CARRYING THE DEAD SOLDIERS ON MY BACK
WHO DIED FOR MY FREEDOM
BUT ARE WE REALLY FREE
FREEDOM WAS A TEASE
THE MASQUERADERS WERE THE
THE AMERICAN ARMY OF IMPERIALIST DICTATORS
PAVING ROADS OVER A FOREST OF HERITAGE
CONSUMING THE BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS OF A CULTURE I STRIVE TO UNDERSTAND
BECAUSE THE HISTORY IS TAINTED
FROM LAPU LAPU TO THE DEATH MARCH OF BATAAN
BROTHERS AND SISTERS OF A THOUSAND ISLANDS
WEAR THE SUN AND STARS ON YOUR SLEEVE AND REMEMBER THE PEOPLE WHO CAME BEFORE WE SO THAT WE COULD BE FREE FROM THE PARADOX OF TRUE AND FALSE OF WHAT IT MEANS TO BE FREE.
WHAT IT MEANS TO BE FREE
-Gabriel Nicholas
(via katdaddysantos)
99% MOVEMENT
OccupySF will march tomorrow in solidarity with #OCCUPYWALLSTREETat 12 noon. Meet at the Federal Reserve Building on Market and Drumm.Occupy Together
An Atheist Professor of Philosophy was speaking to his Class on the problem Science has with God. He asked one of his new Christian students to stand.
- Professor: You are a Christian, aren’t you, son?
- Student: Yes, sir.
- Professor: So, you believe in God?
- Student: Absolutely, sir.
- Professor: Is God good?
- Student: Sure.
- Professor: My brother died of cancer, even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn’t. How is God good, then? Hmm?
- (Student was silent)
- Professor: You can’t answer, can you? Let’s start again, young fella. Is God good?
- Student: Yes.
- Professor: Is Satan good?
- Student: No.
- Professor: Where does Satan come from?
- Student: From.. God.
- Professor: That’s right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?
- Student: Yes.
- Professor: Evil is everywhere, isn’t it? And God did make everything. Correct?
- Student: Yes.
- Professor: So who created evil?
- (Student didn’t answer)
- Professor: Is there sickness? Immortality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don’t they?
- Student: Yes, sir.
- Professor: So, who created them?
- (Student had no answer)
- Professor: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son.. have you ever seen God?
- Student: No, sir.
- Professor: Tell us if you have ever heard your God.
- Student: No, sir.
- Professor: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God, for that matter?
- Student: No, sir. I’m afraid I haven’t.
- Professor: Yet you still believe in Him?
- Student: Yes.
- Professor: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, Science says your God doesn’t exist. What do you say to that, son?
- Student: Nothing. I only have my Faith.
- Professor: Yes, Faith. And that is the problem Science has.
- Student: Professor, is there such a thing as Heat?
- Professor: Yes.
- Student: And is there such a thing as Cold?
- Professor: Yes.
- Student: No, sir, there isn’t.
- (The Lecture Theatre became very quiet with this turn of events)
- Student: Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don’t have anything called cold. We can hit 458 Degrees below Zero which is no heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of Heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.
- (There was a pon-drop silence in the Lecture Theatre)
- Student: What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?
- Professor: Yes. What is night if there isn’t darkness?
- Student: You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have Low Light, Normal Light, Bright Light, Flashing Light… But if you have No Light constantly, you have nothing and it’s called Darkness, isn’t it? In reality, darkness isn’t. If it is, You would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you?
- Professor: So what is the point you are making, young man?
- Student: Sir, my point is, your Philosophical Premise is flawed.
- Professor: Flawed? Can you explain how?
- Student: Sir, you are working on the Premise of Duality. You argue there is Life and then there is Death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, Science can’t even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?
- Professor: If you are referring to the Natural Evolutionary Process, yes of course, I do.
- Student: Have you ever observed Evolution with your own eyes, sir?
- (The professor shook his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument was going)
- Student: Since no one has ever observed the Process of Evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a Scientist but a Preacher?
- (The class was in uproar)
- Student: Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor’s brain?
- (The class broke out into laughter)
- Student: Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor’s brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? .. No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established Rules of Empirical, Stable and Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures?
- (The room was silent. The Professor stared at the student, his face unfathomable)
- Professor: I guess you’ll have to take them on Faith, son.
- Student: That is it, sir.. exactly! The link between man and God is Faith. That is all that keeps things alive and moving!
- The student's name was Albert Einstein. Brilliant.
“You do everything everyone tells you to do and that is a problem.”
-Allison Reynolds Breakfast Club



