Communing With Nature!

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When I am communing with nature, I can forget all of the horrors of this world and concentrate solely on breathing and enjoying the crisp Autumn air. I can enjoy all that nature has to offer. I unplug myself from the reality of wars, drones, hunger, strife, torture, refugees, war crimes, lies, hypocrisy, corrupt politicians, prison, police brutality and the list is endless. I am so tired of getting caught up in the woes of the world. I am so tired of pretending that words that are typed over and over again, will somehow stop drones, feed the hungry, house the homeless refugees and stop police brutality. I have put down my protest sign. I have thrown away all of my pens and poetry will never again flow.

If anyone has been curious about where Shelby Courtland has been, just glance at the picture, in it is where I will be.

Good luck to you all!

P.S. It wouldn’t be me if I didn’t leave you with a lasting reminder!

Fuck This Shit!!!!

Now, have a happy fucking life!

AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN!

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We dance this dance again,
so move over Eric Garner.
A new video is in town;
another Black man is a goner.

March again and protest.
Where is justice? Where is peace?
There is no hint of either.
Sit down! This shit won’t cease!

Paste another face on a shirt.
Go out and scream your pain.
Blow dust off an old poster.
Let your tears blend with the rain.

Yes, here we go again.
The same writing is on the wall.
Nothing much has changed.
Black lives matter to none at all.

You really can’t see the truth?
Seriously, must you be so dense,
to think that you can change
what has never made any sense?

Our bodies don’t mean shit
to the ones you protest to.
We’ve never, ever mattered
and you know that this is true.

But still, you beg them to care.
You plead to be left alone.
They’ll walk with you for a day
And then, you are on your own.

You see, we are here on sufferance,
and have overstayed no welcome,
that was never extended to us.
We’re just an object for their venom.

Now, protest all day long.
Take it to the streets.
Stand shoulder to shoulder,
with those who wear the sheets.

Give it another month or two,
and you’ll be doing this yet again;
the very definition of crazy,
expecting justice from white men.


Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

SIGH!! I don’t even fucking want to hear it! ‘Cause here it comes! “Oh Shelby, what a travesty this is, oh sweet GEE-ZUS, what the fuck? We just need to gather our forces together for the common good of ALL mankind against our oppressors that are oppressing ALL of our asses on up outta here!” Oh, really? Who the fuck is going all up outta here? Newsfuckingflash!! It ain’t motherfucking whitey white asses, it’s fucking Black people! You don’t get that? Huh? Eh? I can’t fucking hear you! We ain’t in the same goddamn boat together! So, get that bullshit right out of your head now! Goddamn it! How many white asses have been in the damn news ALL the goddamn time for getting shot dead all across this shithole?! So don’t come all up in here with no, “Kumbaya bullshit shit!! I promise you that I WILL wipe the goddamn cyber floor with your goddamn filthy white nasty ass! I promise YOU! Don’t bring that fucking shit up in here!! You fucking got that???!!!!!! You filthy ass, barbaric, inhuman, racist ass, white sheet wearing, vile than a motherfucker perverted white assed creatures! I don’t give a shit about some ‘likes’ and ‘followers’! To hell with THAT shit and fuck EVERY GODDAMN BODY!!

White SC officer charged with murder in black man’s death

Dramatic video that shows a white South Carolina police officer shooting a fleeing black man after a traffic stop has led authorities to file a murder charge against the officer amid public outrage over a series of deaths of unarmed black men at the hands of law enforcement agents.

The video shows Scott falling after the shots and then the officer slowly walking toward the man and ordering him to put his hands behind his back. When Scott doesn’t move, Slager pulls his arms back and cuffs his hands. Then he walks briskly back to where he fired the shots, picks up an object, and returns the 30 feet or so back to Scott before dropping the object by Scott’s feet, the video shows.

Walter Scott may have tried to run from the officer because he owed child support, which can lead to jail time in South Carolina until it is paid, Stewart said. Scott had four children, was engaged

http://www.msn.com/en-us/news/crime/white-sc-officer-charged-with-murder-in-black-mans-death/ar-AAaA2kR

..to be continued….

Swallow It Down Whole!

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Oh damn! You used to ‘follow’ me,
and now I’ve pissed you off.
Come on back in here.
Bend over, no need to cough.

I kicked your ass right out the door,
it wasn’t hard to do.
When I tell the truth, it hurts.
But then, that’s nothing new.

Swallow it down whole,
as I give it to you good.
I don’t beat around the bush,
but I bet you wish I would.

I am never one to place nice.
That is simply not my style.
Bullshit don’t stand a chance,
not here in this domicile.


Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

What The Fuck?????!!!!!!

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Was it only yesterday that I put up a blog in essence stating that I would no longer write about how fucked up we all are and even though I did in fact title the blog, “Just Sit On Your Worthless Ass,” those of you that have read much by me know my style of writing? It is not friendly, nor is it conducive to making friends, but I am appalled after reading some of the comments over there. It was most definitely NOT my intent to bring about enmity between fellow bloggers. I was just stating my need to move on because I am tired and fed up with repeating myself and basically with preaching to the choir, which I’ve stated often enough. I have started a new blog with the intent that it should only contain deep and soulful poetry and prose from me and though I do understand that my followers have been extremely faithful even in the face of so many outrageous rants from me, I feel the need to move on due to the fact that I am causing my blood pressure to rise because of how sensitive I am and over the fact that I can do not a damn thing about a damn thing, beyond raving which is accomplishing nothing, constructive.

It was brought to my attention that I am railing against those that do not hear me and upon further reflection, I find this to be quite true and so what is the point? And since it is making me ill, I need to stop. But in no way was I attempting to discourage others from continuing the struggle to right the wrongs, undo the damage, mitigate the consequences of capitalism run amok, cease to care about the plight of others or just give up. That was never my intent when I posted “Just Sit On Your Worthless Ass.” That is just my unique style of writing.

I do understand why a couple of people have stated that they will miss my rants and could I please continue and so I ask, “To what purpose?” What difference are my rants making? I answer, “no difference at all!” And again, believe me when I say that I do sincerely appreciate the encouragement for me to continue on but when I scroll down and check out the blogs that are on my tracker, I am disheartened by what I see. I am really quite tired of reading about how Obama lies all the time when I know this. I am quite tired of reading about the fact that Europeans are still fucking over the Indians. I am quite tired of reading about the fact that Black people are incarcerated in numbers disproportionate to their population count. I am quite fed up past my eyeballs at reading about the misery that America’s military whores are unleashing on the world’s people, daily.

What really finished me off was reading about the thirteen year old boy that got burned up by a drone strike in Yemen. It touched me so deeply that for days, I feared for my sanity. When looking at his picture, the tears would just silently stream down my face and so I cannot look at him. My writing did not keep little Mohammed alive. My writing or ranting as it is so succinctly put, did nothing to stop Mohammed’s father and brother from dying by drone strike.

To those of you who think of me as strong, think again because even I once thought the same thing about myself but I have come to realize that I too, am weak. I am too weak to look at the picture of a little boy who died because the government of the country that I am a citizen of considered him to be a terrorist even though he was not, but he was killed anyway. I am too weak to look at his picture and not cry. I am too weak to be able to continue to rant against what happened to him because I am a failure. I failed to stop his death. I am too weak to continue ranting for no reason because that is what I am doing since I cannot stop Obama from droning the innocent. And so I take the walk of shame and I will become just like all of the other Americans that go about their daily lives in ignorance, cluelessness, apathy and complacency. In fact, because of what I now know, I wish that I had never left their ranks! They are the smart ones since here I sit, sniveling still because I had to look at Mohammed’s picture, AGAIN, in order to link that blog post to this one. Do I seriously need to continue in my attempts to get you to understand that my decision to abort my writing, excuse me, rants has nothing whatsoever to do with any of you? It is because I need to stop since I am only hurting myself and no one else and I must stop because I cannot face seeing another Mohammed. My heart is already broken over little thirteen year-old Mohammed and all that I can do is weep for him and that is helpful how? Exactly!

Here Comes A ‘Wounded Warrior’

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Here comes a ‘wounded warrior’,
in a wheelchair, out-of-date.
It’s not even battery-powered.
Both are in a sorry state.

You’ll get no sympathy from me,
since you chose the path to war.
And now, I should worry about you?
Not likely, you worn out whore!

Did you hear the cries of your victims
before you gunned them down in Iraq?
When did the body of another’s child,
cause you to take just one step back?

Was the money really worth it,
now that your legs and arms are gone?
There you sit, looking all helpless
and I just stare at you and yawn.

You’re not worth a damn to me
since you chose a job to kill.
Accept your fucked up life,
and swallow that bitter pill.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

Every single damn time that I get a phone call from some asshole asking for donations for ‘wounded warriors’ and ‘disabled vets’, they get cussed the fuck out! Let their goddamn commander-in-chief take care of ’em. Let the fucking Veterans Administration take care of ’em. You’ll get no fucking sympathy from me! You whores chose to fight rich fucks wars, now deal with the consequences!

Death Of Love!

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Can you believe that once my heart was filled with love?

Now, it is a hardened shell and all that is left is bitterness.

I am consumed by the flames of hatred and I know no shame.

When I look at you, it is through a sea of swirling red,

 that pours from my eyes and flows down my face,

to pool around my feet and spread in an ever widening circle,

encompassing everything in its path, carrying with it, my hatred.

From the sky above, there are no doves that I can see to give me hope,

only vultures, circling overhead, awaiting the so final death of love.

Love, RIP

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

…Swarming Like Killer Bees!

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I know I said I was a good girl gone bad,
but I didn’t know that I’d eventually go mad.

The white-coated men can just haul me away.
I’m too far gone and ain’t nothing I can say.

One minute, I’m all about flowers and trees,
and the next I’m swarming like killer bees.

Who the hell knows what will happen next?
I often leave my readers quite perplexed.

Maybe, I’m the female Jekyll and Hyde
and it could be that I’m quite certified.

Who couldn’t go crazy in this fucked up world,
where madness reigns and evil’s flag’s unfurled?

If I doubt my sanity and wonder if I’m sane.
it’s because I see a world suffering in pain.

And when I feel sorry and sad for me,
I’m not getting bombed like those across the sea!


Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

Sometimes I’m good and sometimes, I’m MAD!!! And sometimes, I’m just goddamn BAD!!!

Hell No!

fuck the world

I neither forgive,
nor do I forget.

What was done in the past,
affects the here and now.

So, you say that I should
move on. Hell no!

If your people are
still abused,
tell me, would
you move on?

I didn’t think so.

Keep your shit
to yourself.
And I mean it
when I say,
“fuck you!”

Written by
Shelby I. Courtland
© 2014 Shelby I. Courtland

Are the Indians any better off for forgetting? Hell no! They make up about two percent of the population when once there were millions upon millions before they were all but wiped out by the blue-eyed devils. And still the blue-eyed devils make excuses for what they did. “The Indians were warring with each other,” they say. And how many Indians crossed oceans to enslave others?The Indians have descended into hell on earth!

Are the descendants of slaves any better off for forgetting? Again, hell no! “Oh, well, the Africans sold other Africans into slavery!,” is the blue-eyed devils take on history. Oh really? Could they have sold them if there was no one to buy them? Why were the blue-eyed devils even in Africa? Oh, that’s right! Spreading ‘christianity. We know how well that shit worked out. “Yeah, let’s ‘buy’ some slaves since we’re here in Africa. Why should we take the ‘high’ road when we need free labor to build this new country?” “And today, let’s sell them to the ‘for profit’ prison industrial complex.” So fuck you and your fucking re-written history to suit your fucked up conscience that you pretend to have. The whole world now knows that America ain’t shit! God damned America and for good fucking reason!

When The World Gets A Little Too Close..

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When the world gets a little too close,
I shut the door and I just lean back.
There comes a time when I’ve had enough.
And I will quit before my shell begins to crack.

I light a candle and I fill my tub with scent.
And enjoy a flute of some bubbly delight.
I lie back and let it all wash away.
My guard is down and I don’t have to fight.

So many battles are just waiting to be fought.
Sometimes the cares of this world must slip away.
I’ll grab the bull by the horns on my terms.
And when I’m ready, I’ll get back into the fray.


Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

Pay My Goddamn Claim!

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I don’t give a damn about this country.
And hell no! I never will.
So, you say that I should leave.
I’ll leave when they pay my bill.

These motherfuckers owe me.
And the account is way past due.
If the Jews got paid for the holocaust,
why didn’t slavery earn some revenue?

Oh that’s right, I’m a Black sheep.
And not the anointed chosen one.
I’m descended from slaves in the field
And from those kissed by the sun.

What was wrong then is wrong today.
And the game is still the same.
Forget about hearing me praise this shit.
Just pay my goddamn claim!

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

I refuse to let this shithole forget who built it. Built on the backs of my ancestors who received not a goddamn dime in payment for services rendered. It’s past time to pay up. They’re dead, but we’re here to collect. Every goddamn body else can receive compensation for wrongs throughout history except for the slaves and their descendants. Our ancestors did not come here willingly to build this godforsaken shithole and then the descendants get treated like dogs and jailed and killed, indiscriminately. This country don’t mean shit to me and it never will. And I have no problem making this fact, well known. I would never take up arms in defense of this shit. Defend what? The slaughtering of innocent people all over the world? Hell! It started with the Indians and then just continued to present day. What’s changed? Not a goddamn thing! This country started out with blood on its hands and has had no problem with maintaining the status quo ever since. Who are the shits that initiate and instigate this? Oh, yeah! You know! We ALL know! The truth is ugly and that’s why it always gets ‘whitewashed’. Well this is a ‘whitewash’ free zone. And it’s also a bullshit free zone. I don’t pretty shit up. I tell it like it is!

And don’t hand me no bullshit about what’s going on in Africa. I’m in America, goddamn it! Whatever’s going on in Africa, they didn’t drag my ancestors to America and now we have the classroom to prison pipeline called, the new ‘slavery’? Exactly!

Make sure to read the announcement real good. One hundred and fifty Negroes in fine form, for sale. And today, there’s over a million of them for sale to the prison industrial complex. What the fuck’s changed?