Check me out I'm one sexy bitch Some day I'm going to be fucking rich I do what I do I am who I am I'm not some innocent little lamb I get what I want when I bat my eyes I love pissing you off just to get a rise I say what I want and do as I please Sometimes I'm a whore other times I'm a tease I love to party as most bad girls do If your lucky I might even party with you I'm one bad bitch have no doubt Don't be scared come see what I'm about Don't worry I usually don't bite But piss me off and you better be ready to fight I don't fight it I flow with the tide Welcome to Heather Land its one hell of a ride
We held hands behind the Black Lives Matter banner. We took to the streets in solidarity with Heather Heyer Opposing white supremacy and every vestige of bigotry.
The cops stood idle while racists circled The park like sharks to shake our resolve. But we carry a new world in our head and hearts.
We marched down Kennedy and Ashley No badge or gun could hope to stop us hundreds. We mourned and wept and rose like lions.
No justice, no peace! no racist police! 1-2-3-4, this is fucking class war! 5-6-7-8, organize to smash the State!
I cannot find the rhythm and beat amidst this misery. But, in her memory, we will drive the fascists out. From Tampa Bay, FL to Charlottesville, VA: * ЎNo pasaran!
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Author: Pearson Bolt
0
Date: 13/02/2020
№ 1148666
Rooftops – Heather Minette
By Blue Hour Magazine
I looked for her on the rooftops of Brooklyn, The makeshift balconies of Manhattan, And the subway in between.
On the mountaintops of Spain, The dirty pubs of Dublin, And every European train.
On southern country roads, And the foothills of Tennessee, And a lake house preserving childhood dreams.
In the classrooms of philosophers and mystics, The offices of scholars, And the garden of a Buddhist.
In a home painted yellow, Behind an ill-fitting apron, And white picket fence.
In the cramped apartments of men who wrote, And drank, And beneath the sheets of those who understood.
On the folded pages of library books, The texture of painted canvas, And the sound of piano keys.
I looked for her through my bedroom window, Barefoot and hardly clothed, Not lonely, but alone.
I looked for her, And did not find her, But instead, created her.
I wander here again As many the day before For a span of years this mind Roams upon the shore.
Little remembrances Re-educates the heart once more To the simple easy days When life held open its core.
The sun glistens upon the sea The wind soft to form Caresses here the jagged weeds The thistle and the thorn.
I wander deep my old paths Were in youth I roamed and played The magic of the fairytale Was the land and what it gave.
Sweet the dreams that flood and fill These tranquil moments in time Holds bright the promise of another day As upon the hills I climb . Where mighty hawk hovers above Where the cliffs race to the sea To those lochs that are ever so fresh To the sweet mornings plea.
I journey back across the years As fate has had me roam To see the land of which I'm part To feel my distant home.
There's no shore like that of hers No field that hugs the soul Just empty planes without any names That runs a foreign flow.
I dream of her my seductive queen When the nights are cold and dark I see her there inviting me Dressed in her heather sark.
Alisdaire O'Caoimph
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Author: Alisdaire OCaoimph
0
Date: 01/02/2020
№ 1109951
Oor Heather 057
Slightly reworked*
Oor Heather was under the weather And feeling awfy queer "We'll have to take your temperature" Said the doctor with a leer "Take it easy hen. " He whispered by her ear "I'm here to help, ye ken" She sensed a smell of beer "Undo your blouse and take a breath" He said warming up his hands "I need to check you over. That there's no swelling in your glands" Suddenly feeling better she gathered up her things It's amazing the efficacy an examination brings
