Category Archives: Politically Speaking

My views on politics

We waste it

We waste it
trade it
don’t even taste it
sitting behind
F’villes and wars
staggered messages
we little time whores
thinking life eternal
the world a buy and sell
we’ll make more
living hell
because we

waste it
watch it bleed in
high definition
can’t relate to scenes
we’ve seen before
in black, white, and blue ray
colored boredoms
kingdoms
falling around us
in useless squander
across a ticker tape
oft mistaken
for a line of code
by the general public
and why?

Because they too
waste it
give it away and fake it
hope greed won’t
show through the make up
smiling devils always
trade up
with you and me on the bottom
giving our hand outs
like saints
while hell freezes over
and mortgages
are forgiven
oh wait
my mistake

we waste it
play with it
and find comfort
in nothing but what
is around us
we have half of us
manipulating
the other half
designating
a life for the half they
don’t give a shit about
we have people facing off
while rich men jack off
with the money
they stole from the
farm they destroyed
and the shrimp man
they poisoned
And why?

because

we waste it
freedom, time, charity and worth
we forget about our neighbors
and we forget about the earth
we type on this
we win fake gold
to have a chance at fake fame
to screw a fake girl
on Wednesday!

And in the end I ask
is it worth it?
does your God or mine
fancy this destruction
of the thing he put in place?
or are we so filled with a sense
of don’t belong and longing
for an afterlife
we forget this is a life
now

yes… because

We waste it.
on things like true this
and true that
and manipulation of politics
destruction of your called misfits
creation of order in our images
decimation of life because it won’t fit
solidificationof wealth
because we can

and all the while
you and I
sit back and wonder why
all this shit is happening
with our ab makers and our zero beer
we forget to look in the mirror
because

we
waste
it.

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Spinning it

Spinning it
straight
to all the
peacemakers
and the
‘let’s negotiate’
state to state
try to elucidate
naysayers:
This is our life
you try to
dictate
me-diate
desecrate
and overstate
in propagandic
pamphlets of lies
while children watch
how to live
their lives
on Gossip girl and
Desperate housewives.

We interrupt this program
With violence at 5.

It’s all hypocrisy
apostasy
dressed in black
and swinging bats
of reli-gi-osity
defending a notion
of superiority
over mediocrity
and casting lots
for tv spots
in places not
your own,
throwing stones
while smoking a bowl
and shake 2000
years of bones

I just want to scream

GOD BE DAMNED!!
Let me be me!

Because
we spend
our cents
just as you,
put lives on the line
donate our time
give to our nation
in secret and pride,
yet there you go
to cast your vote
without compassion
or a fraction
of civility.
you force others to
live your reality
negating life, love, memory
and space
with a push of a button
and a finger in our face.
you spit in our direction
with your obsession,
an over zealous need
for oppression
and I have to ask
who is next?

Will it be a repeat
from the same sheet
a century ago?
Black, white or indigo?
Will it be newcomers
with hope filled eyes
questing for a piece of
American pie?
will it be the Muslim
on bended knee
thanking Allah for being free?
the Buddhist
Pagan, African or Chinese?
The short, the tall
The grey, the weak?
You tell me
while we
continue
to spin it
straight.

I spit it

I spit it
trip it
wrap it in words
to be heard.
my lyrical
revolution
singular
evolution
of voices
inside my head
begging for life,
instead dead
at accusation
peaceful confrontation
boards
blogs
twitter
140 character
assassinations.

I spit it
kick it
paper thru rhyme
laid out in lines
horizons
of thought
spewed out
not taught
to teach not preach
my intentions
my rage against
this political
and theological
cage
they place me in.

I spit it
kiss it
make love
and try not to miss it.
feelings rising
boisterous and chaotic
like Poe on acid
and Walton choking
on plastic,
mixing my disease
with your political relief
or so you would have it.
Segregate
deviate
separate and distort

my retort?

I spit it
piss it
try to enlist it.
the blood in me
White, Irish, Italian
and Cherokee.
I bleed to see my oppressor
a fine imitated successor
squirm.
first black
then gender base
denying life, liberty
and pursuit of…
but wait
it’s all still hate!

I spit it
hit it
slam my words
against walls
like grenades
exploding
in succession,
I take out my pen
and orchestrate
against oppression.
radically
poetically
in common words
Like Thomas Paine,
Just try to be heard.

and it’s
not that I don’t understand
your position
your egotistical
maniacal transitions
from what you know
to who you blow.
I get your opposition
to me
whilst you drink
wine forcefully
with hostility
and define my reality

But this is not chosen freely.
I have to be
me

so,
I spit it
seize it
with opportunity
knocking
I breathe it,
trying not to
hyperventilate
on the tsunami
of anger
in an effort
to not regurgitate
the same message
of equality,
but it is
the only thing
I see,
different between
you and me,
In this land
of the
supposedly free.

So I spit it
trip it
wrap it up in words
to be heard
my lyrical
revolution
singular evolution of
voices inside my head
begging for life
and
avoiding death.

Thoughts on Free

Tasks
masks
and
momentary peace
made out of
bartering lords
for weapons
and sections of
genetic purity
searching
with wolfish grins
to sin
more divinely
in the presence
of the holy
dollar sign
and then
there is me
searching for
balance
in a world
too unsure
and not
afraid
enough
of their own actions
subject
to searches
unconstitutional
but necessary
to be free
lies
fries
and a medium coke,
please.
caught on tape
at every corner
going unnoticed
the eyes
of zealots
with pink umbrellas
and cheap cologne
standing like a 1930s
private eye film
under the lamp
in the rain
watch everything.
Is anyone listening?
can you not hear
the cries of shadow
in the night
under covers
lovers
trying to hide
their affections
for fear of
someone else’s
god
sending warriors
in the guise
of old women
mothers
children and
men
to shame
maim
and cast into hell
their dreams.
What makes these aggressors
any different from
The megalomaniac leaders
In near and faraway places
Shotgunning
Innocent faces
Zooming out from
Life
Bringing death
With a price
For oil
Soil
And cash crops
Slinking upward
Into the mouths
And minds of
Corporations
And nations
Too high up to
Notice
You or me.
To them
we
Are fodder
Fire
And filth
We are insignificant
and truth be told
we ARE the cancer
bringing change
to this disease
called presidential free-dumb.
So when the tasks
And masks and momentary peace loving
dollar sign grubbing lords of our age
Step out on to the stage.
Say no to what they are selling
Take back what they are spelling
Out as the only truth
And actually be
free

((reposted from nowhiteclouds))

It’s that simple

Placid
acid
slithers beneath my skin
burning every notion
of civil dialogue
with this demagogue;
inciting
biting
and inviting
demons imagined
impassioned
with rage
to take stage
and gloat
from pulpits
vote.
or drink
don’t think
his cup of morali-tea
simmered in 2000
seasons
giving reasons
stoning solution
civil execution
of rights.
Now the acrid motion
of emotion
melts past indecision
fists grip
feet shift
the horizon changes hue
from me to you
blue
into red
into orange
solutions
bringing out our
revolutions
to engage
confront
confound
into the ground
our feet pressed down
and running
free
equality
negating tyranny
by a malicious majority
to be you
to be me…

It’s that simple

Blind Reason

Motivated by sympathy
orchestrated by fear
out of reach
like pealing a peach
the media holds hands
with the devil.
Let me get my shovel
for all the shit
smothering and damp
thrown out into the world
by clamoring salmon
claiming
discrimination is written
and so it should be
as we see
not as it was intended
or was it?
Translation
misinterpretation
regurgitation
mix into a glass of
almost got it
and left behind
on a bus to nowhere
on a bridge to anywhere
get me out of here!
There is
to much blind
reason

to the negation
segregation
manipulation
taxation with
no representation
exclusivity
not you
only me
mentality.
Why not seek civility?
Be you and be me
not us against them
count your friends
1 to 10
million waging a war
fighting for more
democracy…
It’s crazy, when freedom
should ring
it only fizzles
in rain drops and drizzle
for the haves.
Was it not womens voices
standing in traffic violations
beaten and thown in chains
that brought out the bell
with determination?
Why can’t we,
see
like them
honor our dead
and lay out our cause
at the feet
of invisible motorcades
and escapades of political
meanderings
so the blindness
can be removed
and you and I be moved
to peaceful affections.

see me, see you

Blind as the majority may be
I see you as you see me
beyond the headlines of obscurity
left to dwindle down the page
hiding in the chaos of everyday
truth
where you see me and I see you.

Life plucked out
from momentary suspicion
innocently motivated
but nonetheless built
in submission
stand I
against you, against me
to see what others
blindly leave behind
in newspapers rotting
along the side of the road.

Conspiracy manipulates truth
deviates enigma of revelation
misinterpretation
hiding in the lines of a minor character’s tale…
this is where I will prevail.
So read this and play for me
the tune I know you hear
for it is you who should hold fear.

Voices will not be quiet
along the hallways dim with
perceptions calculat..ing
in this people’s sea
because I see you
as you see me.

And we are not afraid.

what i believe

I believe
in life, love, and
the pursuit
of every person
towards the destination
of their dreams;
in equality
for every person
without interpretation
discrimination
and falsification
by any other;
in our differences,
they make us more
the same than many
want us to embrace;
and
in the divine,
the presence within
and without
echoing in the beautiful
voice of every song,
existing
beyond understanding,
creed, sex, age, religion,
or politics.
I believe in happiness…

life, love, and
the pursuit
of every person
towards the destination
of their dreams.

bare minimum

salvation
salivating
over mediocrity
survival of
a normal
society
captivating simplicity
shattering
outrageous
with religious legal-
i-tea
sipped on summer days
mid-temperature
and mid-way
through the country
striped in blue
bordered in red
wishing democracy was dead
I just wonder
how it all got this way
this middle of the road
don’t rock the boat
or make waves
in an ocean of people
each different
each divine
still they drink their wine
getting drunk on
the ideas of mr. in-between
gray squares
of same
singing
amen
and hallelujah.

So how did we get here?
Stripped naked
and
bare
minimum?