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The American Dream Really Just A Dream?

"Cruel, inhuman and degrading." These are words you often associate with third-world countries, war zones or even off-the-book sites like Guantanamo Bay. You probably wouldn’t expect to hear those words applied to park benches, subway stations and empty stairwells in cities across America.

But that’s exactly what the UN High Commissioner for Human Rights argued in a recently released and damning periodic report on the state of human rights in the U.S. Though the report covered everything from the death penalty and gun violence to drones and rendition, the most eye-catching section was the UN’s condemnation of the criminalization of homelessness in the U.S., which “raises concerns of discrimination and cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment”

"I’m just simply baffled by the idea that people can be without shelter in a country, and then be treated as criminals for being without shelter," said Nigel Rodley, a human rights lawyer and the chairman of the UN committee. “The idea of criminalizing people who don’t have shelter is something that I think many of my colleagues might find as difficult as I do to even begin to comprehend.”

Image Credit: Affordable Housing Institute

The background: The criminalization of homelessness is indeed a growing problem in the U.S., with more and more cities opting to arrest people for loitering or occupying public spaces — and applying violent tactics in certain cases. Last month, the Associated Press reported that a mentally ill, homeless man was jailed in Rikers Island and eventually “baked to death” in his cell. Another sick, homeless man was killed in March after a standoff with the Albuquerque police.

And escaping homelessness is not simply a matter of choice. Even those who attempt to find employment are often denied for not having a permanent address, which makes it nearly impossible to escape the cycle of homelessness. Despite the proven economic benefits of eliminating homelessness, the American system punishes those who have trouble escaping their circumstances — without giving them a leg up. More and more, it seems like the “American Dream” really is nothing more than a dream. 

Tranquil
And peaceful Woods
Engulfed in flames
Light a match
We’re so detached

We’re just animals
Who’ve sold our souls
Estranged 
Reclaim your sight 

Progress,
Our sordid boon
Material lust
All to dust
Our Midas touch

It’s our moral  right
To shine bright
To make a way
Remove the shroud 

Reblogged from ygrhitte

leaveyouapen:

"I do know some things

    I know I love you

          I know you love me”

(Source: niymeria)

Our Barren Dominion

From this bed
Fraught and fulfilled; late
With god’s green hair
I watch fellow beasts, feathered

In my mother’s nest
Atop Big Ben’s soaring sight
Aloof to the shackle of his tick
Aloof to the hardknuckled tock

One flies off
Upon my selfish gaze
Then another
Upon this eye’s greedy glaze

One is left
Then, she too takes flight
Gone, but remains
A shadow on my pitiful plight

In this barren bed
Once fraught and fulfilled
My thirst for dominion thrives
As a lead colored sky



-Mjr.Korin

Inside an acoustic guitar.The house of sound looks quite serene.

Inside an acoustic guitar.
The house of sound looks quite serene.

Pits of the World

Well my mother told me, thinking back
The closest pal you’ll have is that ole train track
And when I was sixteen I said, I’m going my own
So I’m leaving this place with no though of coming home

Now I’m gone
Yes I’m gone
Said I’m gone, at the pits of this world
I’m strapped to the Queen and the hairdresser’s queue
Yes, I’m gone, at the bed of the world

Satcheled words and lord god knows
Here by the flames with a busted muse
The fresh scented air keeps feeding my care
But some days the thought’s all too much to bare

Now I’m gone
Yes I’m gone
Said I’m gone, at the pits of the world
I’m strapped to the Queen and the hairdresser’s queue
Yes,’ I’m gone, at the pits of the world

 Innocence lost is a what they see
Twins of Hoopeston, the sisters Hoaks
Bread and Butter, this corner and I
And I dream all night about a beautiful place

Now I’m gone
Yes I’m gone
Said I’m gone, at the pits of the world
I’m strapped to the Queen and the hairdresser’s queue
Yes,’ I’m gone, at the pits of the world

Amidst God’s green locks I sleep at last
As I balance a diamond on a strand of grass
Shirt stained with whiskey and dew
And I dream all night about a beautiful place

Now I’m gone
Yes I’m gone
Said I’m gone, at the pits of the world
I’m strapped to the Queen and the hairdresser’s queue
Yes,’ I’m gone, at the pits of the world

Well I dinned last night with Jerry the mouse
On minced leather, poached thought it goose
Wish I had eggs but the birds still drop
And white part’s still perfect for slickin’ down your hair

Now I’m gone
Yes I’m gone
Said I’m gone, at the pits of the world
I’m strapped to the Queen and the hairdresser’s queue
Yes,’ I’m gone, at the pits of the world

-Mjr.Korin

Done With

I must have dragged the dark weather with me
Our sky has turned to coal
All you’ve left was quail’s feather
On an unmade twin bed

The blame’s on me when things won’t turn
The world does nothing but churn
And your promise, it fell off your finger
I guess I never learn

So it’s done with done with it’s done with
I was getting dressed in the dark
Our journey ends where it’s began
You only confess to everyone’s wrongs
The curtain roll to a close
So it’s done now, let it be

Now don’t you make a fuss out of nothing
It’s only a storm on the rise
And I’m wasted and wounded
It ain’t what the moon did
I’m already at the place where you sent me
With nowhere left to fall
There’s always a word to be said
About saying nothing at all

Cause lady it is done with and done with
It’s clearly wilted and through
Our journey ends where it’s began
You only confess to everyone’s wrongs
The curtains roll to a close
So it’s done with, let I it be

I got to let you go
I want to let you go

-Mjr.Korin

How some things never change.
1100s: Medieval cat’s paw prints on manuscript. 

How some things never change.

1100s: Medieval cat’s paw prints on manuscript. 


Incapable

All that approach
Are but spectres
Fervently
Selling memories

But you are
The silence
And bewilderment
Of my heart

Mjr.Korin

Reblogged from leaveyouapen

leaveyouapen:

Let the winter sun shine on
Let me feel the frost of dawn
Fill my dreams with flakes of snow
Soon I’ll feel the chilling glow

Don’t you think I know what I’m doing
Don’t tell me that it’s doing me wrong
You’re the one who’s really a loser
This is where I feel I belong

Crystal world with winter flowers
Turns my day to frozen hours
Lying snowblind in the sun
Will my ice age ever come?

Couldn’t agree more

Couldn’t agree more

Tight-slacked clad girls on the graveyard shift
'Neath the cement stroll
Catch the midnight drift
Cigar chewing charlie
In that newspaper nest
grifting hot horse tips
On who’s running the best

And I’m blinded by the neon
Don’t try and change my tune
'Cause I thought I heard a saxophone
I’m drunk on the moon

And the moon’s a silver slipper
It’s pouring champagne stars
Broadway’s like a serpent
Pulling shiny top-down cars
Laramer is teeming
With that undulating beat
And some Bonneville is screaming
It’s way wilder down the street

(Chorus)

Hearts flutter and race
The moon’s on the wane
Tarts mutter their dream hopes
The night will ordain
Come schemers and dancers
Cherry delight
As a Cleveland-bound Greyhound
And it cuts throught the night

And I’ve hocked all my yesterdays
Don’t try and change my tune
'Cause I thought I heard a saxophone
I’m drunk on the moon

Negative thinking is a waste of thoughts.
Physical conflict is a waste of flesh.