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Stillbirth of a Revolutionary

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Peace
And
Love.
and
Naivete.
We are all loving
souls.

Then
The first slap
of injustice stings.
But, its only your pride.
A small thing.

A slap.
soon forgotten,
and easily explained away:
Oh, they was angry
Oh, they don’t know better
Oh, I shouldn’t have…..
3 apologies, a flashy car, and a doctorate later,
You are making the sweetness.

Busted lip
Bruised rib:
even Papa’s Waltz
was never this fun.

Once your black eyes
open,
you see.

And you say,
“It’s not just me”
and you know
that this is nothing new.

And then you realize
that Mary Turner
is your mother.

Ripped out
to feel genteel boots
crushing the life out
before you had a chance
to breathe.

And then you know.

You know there is no halfway.

You know that they hate you
and they have hated you
always.

The world has come to hate you.
but
The world fears you too.

So, tell me my nigga’,
What would you do?

back to the future

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I used to want a time machine
so I could talk with the old man.
I wanted to know if he would say,
“Ray, you’re doing it right.”
I wanted to know
if he respected me.
I built one,
and when I found him laying in my bed
with my tattoo of Phoenix on his shoulder,
you know what that old fart said?

He looked at me,
from eyes that were brighter than mine,
and he said to me,
“Ray,
stop bitching,
and start living.”

 

True Story.

New Vision

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The clarity of youth
blinded us from the mud that drowns us.
Naive
Confident
Strong –
fodder for the mud dealers.

 

For a moment
suppose
that They don’t care about you.

 

Just briefly,
consider that They are using you.

 

Imagine that coincidence and justice
are one of many tools to drug you into obedience.

 

Maybe you are not as free as you think you are.
Maybe we have been slaves since the beginning.

 

 

ALL OF US.

 

 

Consider this,
and ask yourself:

What should I do?

What would a Free Being do?

 

And,
I ask you,
How can it hurt, to question your freedom?

What is more precious
than life?

 

Its time to wake the fuck up.

 

Revival

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New beginnings usher in
the return
of brand new doubt.

discarded lance
finds itself once again
in trembling hand.

Battle has come.
but this soul warrior
is not prepared.

I do not seek the struggle
nor am I so craven for peace,
that the shadow of lie
and fear cloak my shoulders.

Only oblivion
will set me free.

A Star
shining hot
and
burning bright
in the expanse

still shines alone.

No title

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Steps of life
Take us into the dark.
Further
and
Deeper
into truth.
If lucky,
our
truth.

Toes stub in the night,
and falls threaten.
Because.
The way is wrought….
wrought with pain,
and with beauty.

But we only sense the confusion
and fear
unless we walk with Love.
Unless we walk
Together.

Brother,
Forsake me not.
Mother,
Hold me a little longer.
Lover,
Forgive me.
Child,
See me.

We are all,
together
as we stand alone.

Relics

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Talismans of an ancient man:
against the snow
against the sun
against capricious
Universe.

But,

Universe is my
Woman.
My Goddess.
My Queen.
and she so fine.

She is my sweetheart.
and She burns.

She burns.

I seek talismans
to bring her closer.
to feel her wrath.
to bring her inside
of me
to summon
Union.

She nurtures
wisdom
in me
and
I see
that I am
the new
Talis-Man,
never to relic away.

I am the Fire.
We are the Flame.

Come my friends
come,
my little devils,
and burn with me.

Je ne suis pas Charlie, mais je suis Charlie

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We write because we know
that the written word
has more staying power
than the orator’s rhetoric.

We write because we know
in a slight turn of phrase
and sexed up wordplay,
We will steal our reader’s own palette
and with it, paint indelibly onto the soul’s canvass.

It’s why singers sing
And painters paint,
Why builders build
And rockers rock.

It is why lovers love.

So, although I don’t agree with the Gauls’ politics,
I defend,
not their right to free speech under the rule of law,
But their right,
and the right of every individual, to express ourselves freely.
Because we are all of us
Beautiful
Valued
Loved
and Loving
Humans.

And, to quote a very intelligent and insightful friend of mine:

“…fuck anyone who’s offended by a cartoon.”

Metaphor (as in stop hating and start healing -oh, and winter is coming)

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Darkness closes…
(cliché)
We search
to light the way.
We search
to scare away
Demons
&
Terrors
that
line the way.

With brain
and thumb
We build fire.

We scorch the earth-
rid it of Shadow.

But the Darkness remains.

and it frightens us.
and we scream.
we fight.
we scape goats
because we cannot
escape the dread,
or the Demons,
or the  Hate.
and we weep
because we know
that secretly
we crave
the Shadow.

We have always known
where the Demons lay
in congress with Hate.

Brain and thumb,
that is just dumb.
Your heart is the flint,
actions – steel.
and your soul my darling,
that is your kindling.

Burn bright my star children.
Burn away the Hate with love.

Soulwork

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I have a tattoo
of Phoenix
on my shoulder.
He is on my right shoulder
to remind me,
of me.

Today,
once again, I begin.
Belly full
of magic words
to be recycled
and fill the inkwell of my dreams.

The world feels lighter,
and faces happier
by the light of the flame.

If I share my fire,
May I see yours?

Source

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Go
walk,
find the location
where
you are
situated at.

a couple feet
a thousand kilometers
a dozen lovers
thirty-three years-
do the damn thing,
Just.
locate yourself.

Spin wildly
once you are found.
spin, sin, spin.
Life is the master weaver,
Spinning as She may.

Your Zen-Zone is fleeting
Spin when you can.
the journey continues.