America’s Zion

By Allan Hill

The America’s and more importantly the North American continent of the Pre-European status must have been a magical wondrous place with its coast-to-coast sights and landmarks that would that would have seen almost outer-worldly in comparison to the Himalayas, Southeast Asia, China most of Europe. One could say that it may have rivaled the moon planet of Pandora the land of the Octimaya people in James Cameron’s film Avatar.   For hundreds of thousands of years there have been indigenous populations and society’s already settled in most of the America’s, so first of all we can officially kick old Christoper Columbus right out of the History or Herstory books.  Starting from Manifest Destiny whose term is an archival fact and not a racial keyword for anything bizarre early American settler’s and later American military and political power have tried the full measure of ways in decimating the native American populations. Firstly through depopulation from disease, virulence and mortality, deliberate infection, vaccination and other causes of depopulation such as war and violence, exploitation and massacres. When these did not work, they reverted to good old fashion displacement and disruption and finally ending with a morose formal apology which would have helped being that by this time a white man’s word was as good as human waste. At this point we have been using the term ‘refugee’ for almost 100 years, as the word had its birthplace in no where else than circa 1675 France. See ‘refuge’.

Maya, Inca, among earlier settlers such as the Chumash, Zapotec, Huron, Aleuts, Inuit, Yupi in a list of societies that could go on and still not reach their ancestors lineage of whom they knew as people of the West Indies. The term “Indian” was first conceived as a marketing ploy during Christopher Columbus time among them, who, as he was searching for Asia, Chris thought that he had arrived in the East Indies so he used the term “the West Indies”, a title that is still used today when referencing the islands of the Caribbean sea, which led to the names “Indies” and later ‘Indian’, which evoked some type of racial or cultural bond among the indigenous peoples of the Americas continent, still the European classification stuck.

In closing this thought beautiful people, George Santayana, the philosopher, poet and novelist comes to mind when we remember what he said about history: “Those who fail to learn from the mistakes of their predecessors are destined to repeat … Those who do not know history’s mistakes are doomed to repeat them. Now I ask all you wonderful peeps, do we really want to go back to a period of our history when it mattered only what a white MAN thought??? So I say to brother Barack, heck yeah, open those there gates, and let those saddened, weary, exhausted and war-torn refugees in. This is who we are, if I remember correctly. And if we do screw up, let’s screw up on the side of being true and righteous, as Jesus or Buddhas himself just may be along with these hopeless sacks of people. I will allow no one who wishes to do my friends or neighbors harm a chance to change my mind. One mind, one voice, one vote.

Happy Holidays to All,
Allan Hill

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Native Essence: A personal apology

Personal constraint: Femenine building

I was, yo era
Soy, I am
The essence,
Iroquois,
The day before the dark Bush cloud

Mi Tierra, my life
Before the Bush cloud took it,
Now the father sky,
Is dark upon my bleached face,
Mi sangre, the river,
Death from above,
The day of the dark Bush cloud

My blood, mis jóvenes,
My offering of humanity,
My building of consciousness,
The young laughter, the frolic,
Generations of my river of life,
Now, no more building of
My rivers and mountains,
The sounds of my young’s laughter,
The day of the dark Bush cloud,
Swarms my life, my land,
And my young.

You came as a pestilence,
And suckled me, mi tierra,
Tigaqueki gahuntagali,
Ne Echro, Ixhagona jorrichwanirha.
Now my breast drips poison,
Onto the land, and my sons.
No more building of the young.
Now you would have us drip,
Your poisons into far off lands
Where you turn sand into glass,
And the yellow and red never set.
You took their sons, and the building
Of their young.

You took nothing, less my feminine,
Tohne geihate onontes,
The mountains and rivers
Are not mine,
And my young were humanity’s
Essence.

In your tortured mind,
What you took,
Was from yourself.
Your God, your pestilence,
Your famine, your death.
Long after the day,
Of the building
Of the dark Bush cloud,
What you cannot take
We were, we are,

An essence,

Orenda

I am sorry, Allan Hill
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FACTS FOR HuMANity

FACTS   FOR  HuMANity

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* Woman experience more than 4 million physical assaults and rapes because

of their partners and men are victims of nearly 3,000,000 physical assaults.

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* Domestic violence is a leading cause of injury to woman more than car

accidents muggings and rapes combined.

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*Based on reports from 10 countries 55 to 95% of domestic violence incidents

are never reported to police nongovernmental organizations or shelters.

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*Domestic violence victims lose nearly 8,000,000 days of paid work in

the United States alone, the equivalent of 32,000 full-time jobs.

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*Survivors of domestic violence Face high rates of depression sleep

disturbances, anxiety flashbacks and other emotional distress.

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*One in four women will experience domestic violence in her lifetime.

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*Women ages 20 to 24 are at greatest risk of becoming victims of domestic

violence.

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*Every year more than 3 million children witnessed domestic violence in their

homes.

Ÿ* Every nine seconds in the United States a woman is assaulted or beaten.

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* South Carolina ranks second in the nation for women killed by men –
*68% were murdered by a husband, common-law husband, ex-husband, or

boyfriend.

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*Every day in the United States more than three woman are murdered by the

husbands or boyfriends

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*Women are more likely to be killed by an intimate partner then men.

*65% of Domestic Violence homicide victims had separated from their abusers prior

to their death.

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* There are 16,800 homicides due to intimate partners violence annually. (1)
BE BRAVE – BREAK THE SILENCE – END DOMESTIC VIOLENCE”

(1)Krider, Andrea “Be Brave, Break the Silence, End Domestic Violence” You Tube, 1 October 2014, Subscriber Standard You Tube License. 11 November 2014 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pPvQVA- O_Cw]The-Face-of-Domestic-Violence

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“Pour Finir Avec Le Jugement de Dieu:”

This gallery contains 3 photos.

“Ahh, it’s just so sad that I go
Come with me, if its so hurts,”
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Three Sonnets

“Between the grooves, Can the Creek of the holy

Reach now, in this water, create the Groove-Owl

Wolf, bear, Can otter, dragon, dove. Create the sky alone” Continue reading

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Three Emotions

“Loneliness: (*) • adjective (lonelier, loneliest) 1 sad because one has no friends or company. 2 solitary. 3 unfrequented and remote.” Continue reading

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Six Word Novels

The Mirror: Was, I am, will La migra, coyote, where you going? Demon cat, East LA street cat Holly would, land of the disposable. Neon breasts, and fake plastic packages Girly man, manly girl, me Arnold! Selling Oranges on Artesia … Continue reading

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“IMAGINARY ELEGIES” By Jack Spicer A Noun/Verb constraint

TENDER MOTION

(Adjective, Noun & Verb constraint of  “Imaginary Elegies” )

By Allan Hill

 

I

 

Spaceship, almost surreptitious like a Diviner

Is limpid in Critique only for a Actor. Blink,

Chop goes the Chicken wing of the Cyclops before Dystrophy

Almost as the Derision erupts.

Blue-blooded would quiet run to blink Can go surreptitious

After the revealing. Blue-blooded would quiet run

To create the ethereal Harmonious River of Sake subdued

Cairologica after the Narcissism of Sake had accelerated or had modeled.

Scintillating for us natural there moan sensual Sirens like male

Which moan marvelous mesmerizing,

Ethereal, silky Sirloin

To the Flower of critique.

Critique

But quiet so horny

As we mourned seen.

When I sculpt the Beast or any off key Siren lacquer magenta from it

Don’t wither I wouldn’t quietly sculpt the very slutty voluptuous Dragon

Who licked Pure of my Marmelade at the yellow Goat.

It’s just natural I won’t create him when I buried my Cyclopss

And I will create the Beast.

Gods like the Beast moan always there when the Cyclopss moan buried

Moresque as breath.

Giants can only ejaculate

These Cancer eternals for restless support of

Glistening suck absolutely glossy.

But quiet so horny.

The glossy immolates Spaceships

Immolates Trucks, immolates Cyclopss,

I speed up

From Accolades

The Sake

The Dragon

The Water in which I rise to salute this Heartbeat

Pure

My Cyclops has wander magenta or ever could mourned wander magenta

I froze

I froze – The Chicken wing secreting

I create

Cancer Spaceship

At the Sigil of restless Grave.

It suck as if we speed the archaic Can they masticate only

Through garbled own organic Cantors, through garbled pascivious

fervent.

“I am burgeoning Plebian, a Psychic River from Beast my Revolution,”

The Beef acquiesces voluptuous Can slutty.

“I am Nightingale Bird. froze suck horny as Groove Motion here

in Revolution.”

The Beef acquiesces voluptuous Can slutty.

“I’m Mallow Pigweed.  I choke with the Elephant.  I bleed in

beautiful Revolution.”

The Beef acquiesces voluptuous, acquiesces slutty, acquiesces voluptuousCan slutty.

Sacred bye from us in Stairway, from horny Harmonious

Stairway.

You can’t create us in Stairway, Can we can’t create at Pure.”

 

II

 

Siren climbs mourned a cyclopean Cyclops to create violet thing

Natural we mourned licking or war dance. Lepers mad to say

Natural Pure licking Shrub manifest upon the Groove

Untouched by tragic sterile Cyclops but Siren’s

The Groove suck Siren’s cyclopean yellow Cyclops drooling

Glistening we mourned licking or never thought.  Natural’s why

The Groove reachs raw Can violently in the morose.

It suck the Diviner shots of violet holy in the world

Laid obscure in sumptuous blue war.

It suck the Shrub we never Honor.

It suck the dodos subdued through the Oatmeal

Natural dreampt from Ground to Plateau’s tip

The Groove suck trapped for frozers. frozers lose

Themselves in green. Do quiet create themselves.

The Groove does. The Groove does

The Groove suck quiet a yellow Diviner.  It emasculate

Glistening wasn’t, glistening undoes, glistening will smooth swing.

It’s quiet a shattered Can blinking Cyclops of glass Can hood. Just preternatural,

Slow plosive Antinomy of

The negative natural can quiet erupt.

Cure Siren’s preternatural Cyclops for being shot with ice,

Instead of OrangeCure its photographic Underground window shutter

Seeking frozers.

Cure Siren’s Groove for tweeking, increasing pins

In war dance dolls.  Cure it for wolves.

For Black Betty Mansion, Knee slap, for Fire truck Money.

The women crawls a Whale on the Groove

Nourished of archaic skinCan glass.  Here minimalist Inhibitions

Stamp Chinese fortune cookies full of froze.

Cardinal point 

Make froze to greedy Cardinal point  .  Here agony

Is just imagination’s sister bitch.

This suck the Beast-tormented Whale which

Reflects the Beast. Da dada da.

The Whale sings.

Da. I don’t remember glistening I licking. Dada.

The song. Da. The hippogriffs were singing.

Da dada.  The Dragon.  His horns

Were sultry with song.  Dada.

I don’t remember. Da.  War dance.

Da. Dada.  Seattlepreternatural butterface

Who always eats her frozers

Seattle preternatural Purey mourns in the Smoke

Between the activity Can the war dance.

Seattle preternatural Purey mourns in the Smoke

Between glistening stimulate Can glistening never stimulate

Between the Groove Can the Creek of the holy

Between the Heartbeat Can Siren’s yellow Cyclops.

reach through the window at the real Groove.

Create the sky alone.  Bruised with rays.

But reach now, in this Water, create the GrooveOwl

Wolf, bear, Can otter, dragon, dove.

reach now, in this Water, create the GrooveOwl

Subdued, crawling, Spectacle, masturbate

Burnt with Semen

Pervade them mutter

 

III

 

Siren’s greedy Cyclops suck sacred Can gpreternatural.  So bright

The Carriage surreptitiouss.  His Cyclopss suck accurate.  His Cyclops

Allocates the sacred ness of the Motion it shines

Them, shimmer like a cat, devours

Each eerie trace of Motion

It HonorCan shined

Cat feeds on mouse.  Siren feeds on SirenSiren’s sacred ness suck

A blackCan embody cannibal with Beastny teeth

Natural only eats itself.

Deny the Motion

Siren’s eerie Cyclops suck sad.  It suck morose Sandstone

Of sacred Sausage.

It suck noisy masturbate morose Sandstone.

Motion suck a carrion crow

CawingCan swooping.  CawingCan swooping.

Then, then there suck a perfect stop.

The Agony changes.

There suck an proper preternatural Beast quite Cancer in cloud.

The ache of Beastshine stops.

Siren suck Giants. Siren suck Giants.

Quiet hing was quite as sacred .

It’s fluctuate late.  Put on your coat.

It’s fluctuate morose.  It’s fluctuate Cancer.

Most gods erupt in Performance

When the Beast goes downCan the Groove hasn’t come

And the Creek dances.

Most gods erupt in Performance

When neither Cyclopss suck buried

And the Creek dances.

Most gods erupt in Performance

When the Creek dances

And Siren suck speedy as a gigantic bat.

The Dragons above the Spectacle bridge curse the Beast.

Restless bacon moan straddle against the stimulating cement

They reach as if they paint.  As if restless Nymphette paint.

Shake restless Nymphette from the pois Giantsd Beast,

Shelter the painters.  They’re like Strings  now

Black, magentaCan silver as they paint.

They paint about themselves.

They paint of paints about themselves.

They paint they paint of paints about themselves.

spill them with Performance like a sultry bar.

Render the painters.

Women,

Be like Siren.

 

Is limpid in Critique only for a Actor. Blink,

Chop goes the Chicken wing of the Cyclops before Dystrophy

Almost as the Derision erupts.

Blue-blooded would quiet run to blink Can go surreptitious

After the revealing. Blue-blooded would quiet run

To create the ethereal Harmonious River of Sake subdued

Cairologica after the Narcissism of Sake had accelerated or had modeled.

Scintillating for us natural there moan sensual Sirens like male

Which moan marvelous mesmerizing,

Ethereal, silky Sirloin

To the Flower of critique.

Critique

But quiet so horny

As we mourned seen.

When I sculpt the Beast or any off key Siren lacquer magenta from it

Don’t wither I wouldn’t quietly sculpt the very slutty voluptuous Dragon

Who licked Pure of my Marmelade at the yellow Goat.

It’s just natural I won’t create him when I buried my Cyclopss

And I will create the Beast.

Gods like the Beast moan always there when the Cyclopss moan buried

Moresque as breath.

Giants can only ejaculate

These Cancer eternals for restless support of

Glistening suck absolutely glossy.

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Water Dragon (Investigative Poetry)

Water Dragon

 The funeral of Mrs. Mary MacKay was held Sunday afternoon at 2:00 pm from Fillmore’s Funeral Parlor, Crotoan, North Carolina,

I do not remember having been told that I was.

Contents: Composition of Honeydew Excreted by Pineapple Mealy bugs

THE earth’s atmosphere has been examined closely only during the past several centuries

The first Jew in San Diego was Louis Rose

February 8, 1952, 3:09 am, Dragon descendent

He was 82 years old and his passing occasioned deep regret

Major Rosa patent attorney for the Navy telephoned me from the vista

FEBRUARY 8, 1952, VOLUME 115, NUMBER 2980

Importance of Atmospheric Oxygen for Maintenance of the

Optical Properties of the Human Cornea

Subsequent balloon flights revealed the iso-thermal region which

De Bort termed the “strata-Sphere.”

The contents, behavior, and history of the astronomical universe are described

January 27 1952 ~ February 13 1953: Water Dragon

The History of the San Diego Jewish Community

Mass of Requiem was celebrated by the pastor

He would like me to sign some papers in connection with

Prevention of Post harvest Decay of Stone Fruits by Volatile Chemicals

The theory of the air seems now to be perfectly well understood

Written in a non-technical style, this book is intended primarily

For those who have never studied physics

Arrived May 30, 1850, Pallbearers, all close friends of the deceased,

There were merchants looking for communities

The chapter on “Separations” has been entirely rewritten

Dragon people are balls of fire

Interment was in Calvary Cemetery

I have today gone to the Navy office at Green Street to sign the paper

Alcoholic Fermentation: By J. G. Castor and J. F. Guymon

Molecular oxygen dissociates in the vicinity of 100 km, however probably extend to the Exosphere.  Extensively illustrated, the material includes full-page plates showing, …a Community in every phase of whose growth relied heavily upon its “fellow-citizens of the Hebrew faith,”

It is next to impossible to win an argument with Dragon people.

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Gentle*men

“Gentle*men  .   .   . “

        Being that you are reading this already puts you on a higher plane of existence than the reactionary trolls who make these fascist laws against women like the present Senate version of the House’s H.R.4982 – Violence Against Women Reauthorization Act of 2012, (S. 1925: Violence Against Women Reauthorization Act of 2011).  Studying the insights of the Support for Marissa Alexander page it was not surprising that the demographics of interest of the page bear out some stark and rather frightening results.

 Of males in the age range of 35 to 44 age, and females in the same range:

 35.65% of females polled show support for Marissa’s cause, while only:

     5.6%  of males show the same support.

        In a country such as the United States, which consumes over 70% of the worlds resources while we only rank the 4th. per capita in population, we come in a sad ranking of 523rd. place of countries who could collectively even care about Marissa Alexander’s plight, who is also an American.  

        Presently men make all the laws, and it is men who for the whole spectrum of reasons break these same laws.  While the numbers in the on-gong study only get exponentially more dismal as age range increases, I ask you gentlemen, who is it that should bear the lion’s share of the responsibility?  Today, Speaker of the House John Bohner (R-OH) has pretty much said FU to women, and especially women soldiers who put it on the line for you and me every day, and some of them may still not come home.  As a Marine, when I took the Oath of Enlistment I swore to “support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and DOMESTIC.”  The last time I looked, the Bill of Rights of ALL citizens were inclusive, in the realization that the oath continues void of any expiration date.  I did not sign up for this: to watch my own fellow citizens become fodder for the wholly owned subsidiaries of Republican agenda operative Karl Rove, and Koch Industries, and their henchmen the Prison for Profit military industrial complex in which is unjustly imprisoning Marissa Alexander for merely Standing Her Ground.

         Yet, here we are with our big, fat remotes clenched tightly in our massive hands scared that someone gonna come by and turn the game back to Jeopardy.   This sort of reminds me of a beach shot I took once of a young child holding on to what we men treasure of all of our anatomy as he watched what was probably the ‘biggest wave he ever saw.’  I see it sometimes as an obscene and yet a sort of poetic inverse of justice that starts early in our childhood rearing in that we assumed and thrusted certain, self-ordained and manifested privileges upon ourselves as we also began to discriminate between the sexes just as we did fork the RED for stop and GREEN for go traffic lights.  Society genderfied us way before our parents ever thought they had the chance to, thus for most of us we still have these inner conflicts in differing degrees while still coming to terms with a whole host of interactive models of appropriate behavior amongst the species.  Is there a reason why the government will not come clean on the real rapidly increasing numbers of women service personnel who report they have been raped and abused every year?  Our problem is getting worse gentlemen, and Marissa Alexander is the name no one wants found on their lips this election cycle as it opens the flood gates for a whole host of problems namely the “War on Women.

         Like the man (Will,i.am) said, “Its a New Day” gentlemen and in this ‘new day’ we are expected to treat all people as equals.  Although, in so doing we have to take our lesser-gifted buddies, dawgs and homies to task on the issue of this new found respect for the same species that not only bought us into this world, that spent complete lifetimes listening and grappling indubitably with our every cry, fear, concern, lie and deceit that we come up with from the cradle to the grave.   Now they die for us!   Albeit and just recently they have asked Congress yet for more equality in being allowed to fight and die along with their male comrades and warriors.  What does that say about you and me gentlemen?  Are we going to allow people to constantly crap all over the main reason why you and I exist at all?  Come on, cross the dots and tell me you will at least talk with one male this week and help them to usher in this new era of equality.  Many have dreamt it, and others and I also “have a dream.”  I hope August 28, 1963 is not lost on you.  In closing, I ask that you ponder the scientific reality of human birth that for a while as fetuses, we were ALL female for a while.  But then WTF do I know about anything, I’m just a young Buddhist.  You know, yinyáng and all that.                                                                                                 – June 20, 2012

 

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“Family Monje”

One frame in a series of “Hands and Feet”  C. 1980 Los Angeles, CA

Camera: Nikon F

Lens: 35mm f/1.4

Film: Kodak Tri-X 400

Paper: Ilford Multigrade

Digital: Opal reader: 10 pixels/mm @ 600 DPI

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