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vitriolic words

vitriolic words
slam violently skin
threads of anger
spit strange truth
holy water from a “god”
violent sentiment
ashes of courage
false victories for personal relief
unapologetic righteousness
the past torturer’s visage
is what is come
it is a choice

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Being Revolutionary

Being revolutionary
standing up for the empowerment of others through the talents you possess and do so with such passion and intensity it can’t help but be noticed.

Being Revolutionary
changing the status-quo, which does not move, is unchanged, remains behind.

Being Revolutionary
a voice lifting up out of stifle to paint the sky with the color of a truth.

#BeRevolutionary

Un-aged advice for living

For all the ways I could say life is this or that
having yet to live until the age of experience gives me title
I shall simply say what has guided me thus far: Live your life in truth, be who you are and do so with courage, ferocity, and joy. You will stumble, fall, doubt, weep, mistake, mumble and crawl
but you will be you with all the rights that accomplishment contains. Wiser women and men have regretted not living, doing, or being so let us honor their regret with none ourselves and where they fell short, let us honor them and succeed.

Freedom comes to the Bold

I want to take a moment to remind people of something important:

Freedom does not come because it is desired. It does not come because it is asked. It does not come because a people think it should. It comes when demand it, stand up for it, and voices lift up behind it. Then, and only then, when all those for it come together and in a resounding voice ring it out – will Freedom come to rest upon the hearts of those enslaved by the forces of discrimination, degredation, demoralization, defamation and destruction. Only then. SO

BE BOLD! STAND BOLDLY! SPEAK BOLDLY! BE BOLD!

A word on the 4th of July

On the 4th of July, 1776,  our nation’s founding father’s committed these lines, abandoning any notion of the cavalier and embracing the heart of courage:

“When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.”

These were written in defiance of a tyrannical crown and dismissive parliment who bore down on the colonists law and order without representation, that despite being Englishmen and women, were not treated as such.  They were dismissed, disregarded, and living in an age of oppression and subjugation to a crown that no longer gave them ear… by any means.  They were second class citizen’s of the crown.  Which gave rise to this:

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.”

This moral imparitive – this utopian promise – has become our nations breath, if not her soul.  Though these words are still not fully realized in our nation by all her citizens, be encouraged.  Equality will be realized for it is the higher ideal founded and firmly established in the veins of all who call the United States home!

Happy 4th of July!

Love after war

War.
Guns blaze.
fire scorching
the heat of democracy
and the desires of
freedom desperate
souls.
battles
wage.
in streets
behind cascading stones
while drones
fly over head
searching
with electronic eyes
for an enemy.
Innocence
loses
its way
as the young get younger
pick up swords
instead of plays and
I have to wonder
can there ever be
love after war.
Will the season
of our discontent
making life to suffer
unrelent
-ing horrors of
our mistakes
ever be redeemed
in the waking
forgetfulness
of morning?
Will the
blood on our hands
the impression of death
stamped into the sand
of our march
ever fade?

Will rich men in
high towers
ever stop laying
waste
to poor men
with elongating hours
will the
other reverse course
and demand discourse?
can we ever meet in the middle
can we
ever
find
love after war.

Every day the news
paper dreams in smoke
lay plain the drama of the day
Men dragged from homes
Women stripped and shorn
Children’s hands bound
with the weapons of
war
de constructing truth
de constructing lives
and
all I want to do is
hold my hand to my head
close my eyes
reading no more
because
I’m not so sure
its possible to
have
love after war.

Taste the Rainbow – thoughts on a shooting

In the minds of many there are only two
there is no shade
no definition of hue
white to be hated
black to be hated
…. no rainbow
no brilliant red
no shade of blu
no confident green
or boldly orange and yellow
there are no exceptions
only rule.
I get all the anger
I myself am enraged
ENRAGED…. at the suffering
of innocence and the
blood spilled every day.
but blaming an other
won’t find justice this day.
Evil is done
it exists in every shade, shape
and shadow
and the irony is
Good can wear
a similar face.
so… how do we tell
when there is evil about?
I can tell you what it is not…

It’s not a bag of skittles
it is not the hat, hood or hair
its not the jeans, the shirt
or the shoes that they wear
no height, not the weight
not the shadow or shade…
No
it is the gun in the hands
of men who wield only fear
and unfortunately for us all
they come in every shade
just as the skittles that fell to the ground
and silenced you that day.

:: May we remember this and fight injustices for all people of all color, all creed, all age, all gender… who we are is not the fabric God sewed us in, nor the place the Divine placed us on this earth, but the character we have while we are here – may we remind people who wield only fear that we will not scummed to their vision of the world but that we will stand together to fight atrocities wherever they may be::

I fear

I fear the world becoming one religion
I fear
rendition
silent oppression
the lack of sedition
the melting of submission
I fear the the tyrannical
in the name of one political
I fear
apathy
feudal-ity
serf making machines
people becoming
frogs in water
slow heating
I fear
Unity at the expense of Diversity
of tyranny at the hands of
fear mongering ‘mercy’
I fear…

The Demonstration

The ground is shaking
with the voices of discontent
in the midst of intent
tional mindless media
blasts
illustrating
the need for
truth
peeled off the under
side of shadow’s boot
and we.
stand.
firm.
The poets and philosophers
the wagers, and
peace makers
the teachers
and the learners
the union boy
the
carry two jobs
and then three
just to make the
day last
one more day…
the discriminated
different girl
hated
… yes
we all gather
into the storm
we,
send words flying into
soul windows.
send
teeth chattering
shattering
into what
the “in the Know”
don’t know
divining life
delivering fight
with a swift kick
to the gut
of the matter
so
I tell you
the ground is shaking
with the voices of discontent
we.

will.

be heard.