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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::

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Verbal Mission (in progress)

educate
motivate
don’t deviate
from the motion
of breathe
beat and batllions
of thought
memorized
and characterized
by the supplication of
words
planning out
their mission
to inspire
set fire
to the world
as you see it.

(more coming)

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?

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.

Vicarious Visions

Vicious
Vicarious
Visions
Vehemently viewed
through the color
of rose stained
glass windows
on Church Street
where dinner
is served to the poor
and homeless on sunday
after a bout of
motivational-ly fearful
words spill out
like rice
cakes on the floor
hard to munch
hard to swallow
and then there
are those
who are not poor
not hungry
just regularly
requesting rights
routinely written
given and protected
by the representatives
at the front of the
scene
try not to get mean
and trample on the values
we have yet to possess
in all of the contests
they
behind rose windows
do so uphold
with their noses
in the air
looking down

How I wish for a stone
to rattle
against the windows
rose
and ‘righteous’
((reposted from older blog 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.