Charles Bukowski, Kennesaw And The Million March Against Child Abuse.

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Sometimes a writer feels as if he is an arrow being shot from such a remote dimension that no one can see where he is coming from. Like a sailor shouting warnings to his comrades against a gale that will not allow a single syllable to be understood amid the violence of the storm. Like a mountain climber after a trail collapse whose only option is to continue to climb toward insanity before being able to descend to safely.

On Monday, April 21, 2013 I will participate in the Million March Against Child Abuse with the Fort Lauderdale, Florida group. The hopes are that millions will participate, in different cities and towns from around the nation. I live in Miami and even though we have over 5.5 million residents I will need to drive an hour north to join the group in Fort Lauderdale. I have learned that one voice is a frail thing barely discernible above the calamities of life, but a group of voices has a fair chance of demanding attention.

I have learned that individuals can pull off atrocities, like bombing a marathon and become media darlings, but that the ten children beaten to death in America each day can never become anyone’s darlings. It has become common practice in America to give attention to the detractors and to ignore the heroes and in most cases the victims. Join us on Monday as we loose our arrows from a dark remote location into the light of a seemingly unconcerned world.

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Charles Bukowski

“They thought I had guts, they were wrong, I was only afraid of more important things.”

“Take a writer away from his typewriter and all you have left is the sickness which started him typing in the beginning.” Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski was an American writer/poet, born in Germany in 1920. He was a heavy drinking womanizer who has been called one of the most prolific and prophetic producer of prose of the last century. He has been described as a misogynist, a fatalist and his work is said to be saturated with defeatism. His work is infused with the literal and figurative profanity of our world. As with many of us who were abused he spent his entire life as an outsider trying desperately not to look or fit in. His work is unabridged unedited truth, truths which many will always refuse to believe.

He was severely physically abused by his father with a razor strop for most of his young life. He has been known to credit his father and that abuse for his becoming a writer, stating that his father taught him two valuable things about life, those two things, pain and truth and the ability to express and embrace both.

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Kennesaw Taylor

I too must acknowledge my abusers role in my success as a writer, as a father and ultimately as a man. Jack Cooper was a monster, but his monstrous behavior molded me into the caring man I would eventually become. One can never truly embrace heaven if he has never experienced hell. One can never truly embrace life if he has never experienced death. One can never recognize the spark of love in an eye if he has never stared into the maddened eye of hatred.

So, as Charles, known as Hank, continued to sling his arrows into the darkened abyss from some dimension unknown to the average man, those of the Million March Against Child Abuse and I will also continue to sling unacceptable truths from our own little corner of reality. We will shout into the darkened world, our truth, our knowledge and the nightmares of ten children who will today slip away into hell, watching as a loving fist repeatedly descend to end their young innocent lives.

“The truth is not popular, and those who utter it are enemies of us all.”

Kennesaw Taylor

I suggest you turn away quickly you’re in danger of understanding something that shakes up your perfect little world. This story is rated DMT damned unpopular truth.

Can I count on you, can the kids count on you?

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MACA is a non-partisan, grass roots, nationwide effort, to UNITE ALL Child Advocates together in solidarity on April 22, 2013 for peaceful demonstrations against child abuse and crimes against children in the U.S.
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April is National Child Abuse Prevention Month.  We seek to raise awareness of and ask for tougher sentencing for violent crimes against children in the U.S.
Statistics on crimes against children each year in the U.S. are staggering, sobering and should compel EVERY adult, parent, father, uncle, son, grandfather and all mothers, aunts, daughters, grandmothers and women to be moved to do something… NOW.  At a recent Washington Congressional hearing in June, 2011, experts believe nearly 10 children die each day from abuse. NCANDS, the national database for crimes against children, didn’t receive data from 3 states in their latest report!  States are NOT mandated to report child fatalities as a result of CAN or any type of abuse whether fatal or not!  We are NOT seeking to create more bureaucracy, but rather, demanding our lawmakers begin to protect our children through stiffer sentencing for child abuse, including mandatory life without parole for violent crimes such as child rape and murder. Unlike many diseases, child abuse is a willful act and 100% preventable through TOUGHER law enforcement and education.  We MUST let our nation and lawmakers know that Americans will NO LONGER tolerate inadequate laws and light sentencing.  Now is the time and we need YOUR HELP on April 22, 2013.
Register to walk by CONTACTING YOUR CITY’S FB PAGE,  IF YOU WISH TO LEAD OR CO-LEAD A CITY,  send your PHONE#, COMPLETE NAME, EMAIL ADDRESS & CITY: MACACoordinator@gmail.com  all registrations MUST BE COMPLETE. MACAcoordinator@gmail.com
All Leads get full support and given step by step instructions and items you need.  You simply send emails with the press release and flyer for your city to the media and organizations in your city.  Co-leads assist with emails.
To be taken to a list of cities and Facebook page’s click here (Please remember that not all cities have a facebook page up yet.) : https://sites.google.com/site/mmacamarches/home
Your city/town is not on the list? You can be our lead for your town! please register with MacaCoordinator@gmail.com and we will get in touch with you and send you all the instructions on what to do.
There cannot be ANY kind of fundraising going on at ANY walk throughout the entire nation. NO MONEY EXCHANGES HANDS AT OUR WALKS. If anyone involved with the walk in your city is fundraising, asking for donations, having contests with money or asking for money for anything EXCEPT our MACA shirts (which are $20), DO NOT give it to them and promptly write us a message here. Businesses and organizations CAN donate goods/services, this is NOT considered fundraising. If you are unsure please ASK us!***   ALL of our walks across the nation need to be unified and stay on track. These walks are the most important thing! Our children need our voice!
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Geralyn Graham gets 55 years in Rilya Wilson foster child abuse case

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Courtesy of The Miami Herald

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By DAVID OVALLE

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            Even as she was about to face justice for kidnapping and child abuse, Geralyn Graham insisted she never harmed foster child Rilya Wilson.

“I love her too much to ever have done anything to her. Things have been greatly exaggerated,” Graham said. “I ask that those who believe I’ve done these things forgive me, and those who know in their hearts I would never do these things to keep praying for me. The truth will come out.”

Miami-Dade Circuit Judge Marisa Tinkler Mendez, however, was not swayed — sentencing Graham to 55 years in prison. That means the 67-year-old Graham will likely die behind bars.

One in a Thousand Pictures, Tells a Thousand Words!!

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By Kennesaw

 

A picture is worth a thousand words,

except when it’s not worth one.

Every picture tells a story,

 except when it don’t tell none.

A heartbeat keeps the time of your life, if it can.

Every heartbeat, writes the story of every man.

When it’s over and the dying done,

all the pictures are lies, except maybe one.

All the smiles you gave away,

were simply lies you told each day.

Lies for the teachers, the preachers and the world,

lies from the broken, little boys and girls.

Pictures of happiness, fleeting moments at best,

covered the horror, covered the rest.

No pictures, no camera covers the worst,

no pictures, no camera can see the hurt.

Some go on, life on kodachrome,

It’s a life they only dreamed once,

It’s not a life of their own.

But they will live it, it may be they’re only chance,

for any chance they have is still a chance to dance.

Some will struggle through, unhappy to the end,

they’ll spread the word of abuse and let the cycle never end.

Others of us will overcome, do the best we can,

enduring the ability to see through the pictures, into the blackened heart of man.

The pictures at the beach, the pictures at the mall,

never tell the story, never tell it all.

One in a thousand pictures, tells a thousand words,

that picture is never seen, those words never heard.

A bruised and broken body, a shattered beaten face,

are tagged and cover then buried in their place.

Innocents in a cold, lonely room lying on a frigid slab,

Is the only real picture of an abused child that they will ever have.

Don’t worry, don’t despair, you never need know,

those pictures are for documentation, not one will ever show.

The mended ribs, the bruised thigh,

the hint of blood in the nose and ears, the dislodged eye,

makes the picture complete.

Wash them, wrap them, speak the last words they’ll hear.

I beg you make them sweet.

The Boy Of No Joy

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By Kennesaw
I’m the boy, the boy of no joy.
I was in your class, dirty hands, vacant eyes, the soul of a man.
I’m the guy, the guy who will still cry.
In the darkness, the doubt and guilt sits still, waiting on me to return to bid its will.
I’m the man who walks hand in hand with the boy, the boy of no joy.
I stole your tools, your children’s toy.
I’m the boy, who stole my joy?

I’m the child you mended my ribs, look away quick at least he lives.
You and others like you, time and again, broken ribs and noses always mend.
I’m the climber, who climbs toward the sky.
If I fall will I die?
I’m the one you sent to the office time and again.
I had no hope, no future, no friend.
Look away, look away, look away all.
A bad childhood habit, how often I would fall.
I’m the boy, the boy of no joy.

It was my own little war, but a soldier I’d never be.
A prisoner of war, was God’s plan for me.
The fist goes up and the fist comes down.
If no one outside hears it, does it really make a sound?
I’m the man who really understands,
the relative size of the head of a child and a hand.
I hope that there is no one, anywhere that gets this,
It’s my hope, my dream my plea, but I know it’s wishful thinking,
there are others just like me.
I’m the man with the little boy inside.

The boy still walks the earth, the man’s only along for the ride.
Just in case you meet me, I’m the boy, the boy with no joy.
I’m the guy who will cry, the man who has yet to die.
In the end, I win, you die, I cry, where do the answers lie?