What is coming?
Category: What it is
Ransom
My heart
and soul
both,
stolen by Universe,
are to be ransomed.
She dances
She plays
She conspires….
And then she up and bounces with your most precious shit.
Tomorrow afternoon,
at three
there will be
an auction,
For my soul.
My heart?
She is having that for supper.
I have no currency.
So I must
bide
My time.
I will pay
all dues due
Upon you,
Mother
X.
Dues,
well earned dues
due
unto me,
and
Only
me.
I haven’t the cash
but time
is abundant.
Fleeting,
yet
Rich
with promise.
I have time baby,
And I’s gonna win.
I’m gonna rain
Love
on this world.
CASH-MONEY!
And then
We will be
whole.
Keeping The Course
“As long as I know that my motives are good, I’m seldom very concerned with the opinions of others.”
-David Eddings
Respite
Even as bombs drop,
and innocents die,
and we feel embattled,
and encircled on all sides,
the Swine consume more
of the meek.
So I fight
the fight:
We denounce
the hypocrisy
We scream
against hate.
I am tired.
But how
can I rest
knowing that the moment I silent
my Voice,
I buy in
and sell out.
But I am so tired,
and there is no end in sight.
Brother,
Lift your voice up for me,
Just for a little while.
I feel alone.
I want to
feel alive.
Sing for me
Dance for me
Fight for me
Teach for me
Love for me
I need to lay down-
Just for a moment, or
Two.
The Revolution Will Not Be Televised
He lied to you, it will be televised, it has been televised for decades, it is being televised right now as I type and post.
So I ask you,
What The Fuck Are You Waiting For?
Stand Up.
Escape
Languorous grasping legs,
Long
Lupine
Legs
draw you deep
with false longing,
and you stay.
Soothing
Smokey
Seductive spirits
pull you into the nether-ether,
and you stay.
We dream
We fuck
We imbibe
We ingest
We dream
But when
do we work?
When do we ply craft
to passion?
When do we,
Live?
Deep Winter Thaw
I pause
…
surrounded by all
sides on snow,
or cold, weeping trees.
but,
earthy aromas Rise
up.
Spring
-in a breath,
a deep joyful breath,
and she is gone again.
but the promise…
oh what sweet delicious promise.
I am ready,
are you?
back to the future
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.
On Malcolm, Martin and that X-Men Analogy Thing
Love This.
On the 50th anniversary of the assassination of the activist, orator and the man once referred to in eulogy by the late Ossie Davis as “Our Shining Black Prince,” El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz (most commonly known as Malcolm X), I quite foolishly decide to wade into that whole X-Men analogy thingy. Of course I’ve been warned. Of course I know better. But since when has that stopped me? So then, let’s do this thing.
And that supremely bad ass Malcolm & Magneto mash-up art you’re seeing, is courtesy of the amazing John Jennings and his 2012-2013 exhibit Black Kirby. If yuh dunno, now yuh know.
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New Vision
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.
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