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Revolution

Don’t believe
conformity
Don’t believe
in sin
Don’t believe
in losing
with everything to win
Don’t believe
in false absolution
Don’t believe
greeds game
Don’t believe
in apples first
and women are to blame

Don’t believe
in subjugation
Don’t believe
the lies
Don’t believe
in casting out a truth
by simply blinding eyes
Don’t believe
the reasons
when reasons
sway to whim
Don’t believe in
supplication
when the poor fight
instead of them

I
Believe in Revolution

Don’t believe
submission
Don’t believe
wakeful sleep
Don’t believe
in silence
when all you
sound of sheep
Don’t believe
humility
Don’t believe
in fame
Don’t believe
any one
has power in a name
Don’t believe in
vision
when everyone is blind
Don’t believe in
unify
when no one has the time

I
Believe in Revolution

Don’t believe
right
makes lies a million truths
Don’t believe
in the ignorance
of our voting youth
Don’t believe
in weapons
mass destruction of lives
Don’t believe
in oppression
suffocating light
Don’t believe
apathy
or the religious right
Don’t believe
in agenda
propagating lies
Don’t believe
the victim
is wealth in disguise
Don’t believe
injustice
Don’t believe
love is blind
Don’t believe
affection
in another brings demise
and Don’t Believe
Noms miranda
protects you or I

No I
I
Believe in Revolution

I
Believe in
revolution
Believe in
radical solutions
Believe in
making right
fucked up
corporate prostitution
Believe in
walking forward
When all they want
is back
Believe in
smashing cookie
cutter in stereo conviction
Believe in
storming
wall street
where dollar gives permission
Believe in
my right to
choose
my own righteous path

I
Believe in revolution

Believe in
this
::heart::
and
this
::head::

and
this

::fist::

Don’t Speak

Don’t speak
don’t type
don’t write
rhythm,
poetic drivel
or rhyme.
Don’t quietly
sit there and whine
about the losses
and the fine
examples of failure
held over
our heads
like we were
already dead!

Don’t whimper
don’t simmer
don’t wait
in patient
supplication
gratification of
state to state
motivated by
the need to
seek peacefully
the things
we should already
have!

No

Take it
demand it
stop trying
to request it.

Because it’s not
a failure
to communicate
we’re not at a table
to negotiate.

Freedom is not a maze
to navigate
or a truce to appropriate.
Freedom is
demanded
commanded
and undeniably
branded on souls!
And from the first bullet fired
to the lantern lifted
setting the world on fire
to the shots on campus
ringing throughout memphis
to radicals walking
in masses
and women at the gate
facing threats
staring down hate
change was never
motivated, moved
or manipulated
by the bendable.
but by the immovable
irreversible
permanent
foot planted
and well cemented
resolve of voices
raised up
shouting
and undeniably heard

so what are we waiting for?

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.

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.