All i knew was what i saw and what people told me,
because it all happened before i was born. The horrifying
image of a man lying dead at the feet of his friends,
at a motel somewhere in Memphis. The many fingers
pointing firmly towards space.
All i knew was what i heard, which was unlike anything
i ever heard before! Perhaps the greatest orator since
Winston Churchill. Deep compassion and confidence.
Rhythm and music. Love for country. Demanding change.
Appealing to us and God. Certain in his vision for the
future. Certain of a personal and collective overcoming
of great and tangible darkness and suffering. Offering
hope for change. Prayers. Marches. Practicing the principles he
preached. Forgiveness. Starting a critical dialogue. Confronting
the enemy on enemy turf. Demanding we come together in
new and nonviolent ways.
A great tragedy, overshadowed now by unified cultural love
in memoriam for a great and selfless man. A decided day
to remember. To honor one who sacrificed himself for his
people and social justice, in the end. Shaking up and
waking up a culture embedded in fear and racism. Making the
unconscious, conscious. Bringing light into darkness.
Today in the USA, racism hides mostly behind closed
doors. Or so I thought. Recent events across the USA
have suggested otherwise. If Doctor King was here,
what would he say? What would he do? All i know is
he would show courage and ask others to stand behind
what they believe in. He would not be scared to speak
truth to power. We would listen and learn. Some of us
would get involved; try and speak truth to
power, ourselves. Despite immediate consequence.
Having the courage to stand behind our beliefs and speak
freely.
In honor of Doctor King, I tell myself today:
Do not accept or protect the ISMS. Speak TRUTH to POWER.
Support nonviolent movements toward social justice.
Get out there and get involved, whenever possible!
Practice loving kindness towards ALL sentient beings.
Express gratitude. Pray. Dream large! Meditate. Forgive.
Inspire hope toward a NEW PARADIGM WORLDVIEW!
I love to listen to Dr. King's charismatic speeches,
whenever possible. Thank God we have these recordings.
Change comes over culture like a slow, pacific wave,
washing us clean of our troubled and divided history,
and offering us a chance toward UNITY.
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Monday, 19 January 2015
Friday, 11 April 2014
she whose temples were rubbed -vi) ... the final cut)
She was not homicidal, she whose temples were rubbed
Violence was in her nature and yours. Maybe some Aztec. Some worship the sun
Maybe conceived on Mexican soil with a gun
Her parents became decidedly pacifist in the wake of all the bloodsport they boasted, as documented in the ledgers. Nobody read the ledgers. Pacifist was an unconditionally accepted façade
She wanted to live, made that choice early on
This was well-documented. On the cloud
The virtual copy spoke volumes
Real loud
Probably around four or five years
Suicide was dystonic to her and distasteful
She was clear as her favorite drink: one part lemon, one part tonic
She held it to the light like a chemist
To prevent its being corrupted, she drank it quickly
She was hard to figure
Was her finger on the pulse?
Or was it a trigger?
She excited all the men, and half the women
And one third of the royal family
A high figure
Indeed
Strange, how the only one (unseen) in all whom exist
who shakes up their rocks with a twist of her wrist
recovers her balance despite leaning - en list
now give us.
give us. now
give us a kiss
When all her luck seemed away from her
our loveless child of gen eXxers
true marinated in grunge
wore cycling reflectors
She drew to her temples
(like the strike of a match)
a guardian to protect her
Who held her down in the chair
where she cursed and she howled
caressing the pulse of her dome
where calm was endowed
The healing was practiced
not random
she could give a damn
about facebook and fandom
Damn! our girl cried
young girl, leaving youth
massaged all the way
-- past gloss and glass
and glitz and glamour --
all the way to the truth
and thereby enamored
The thoughts that once clamored
and crowdsurfed her brow
excised at the temples
the fingertips ploughed
The flying cuts flew
unlocking the locks
all the cuts
from her temples
right down to her socks
A wave of great and invigorate feeling
this young girl, leaving youth
-once damning found expression-
self-resolved as they say
fresh love welled up
self-propelled
by the way -- fin
Violence was in her nature and yours. Maybe some Aztec. Some worship the sun
Maybe conceived on Mexican soil with a gun
Her parents became decidedly pacifist in the wake of all the bloodsport they boasted, as documented in the ledgers. Nobody read the ledgers. Pacifist was an unconditionally accepted façade
She wanted to live, made that choice early on
This was well-documented. On the cloud
The virtual copy spoke volumes
Real loud
Probably around four or five years
Suicide was dystonic to her and distasteful
She was clear as her favorite drink: one part lemon, one part tonic
She held it to the light like a chemist
To prevent its being corrupted, she drank it quickly
She was hard to figure
Was her finger on the pulse?
Or was it a trigger?
She excited all the men, and half the women
And one third of the royal family
A high figure
Indeed
Strange, how the only one (unseen) in all whom exist
who shakes up their rocks with a twist of her wrist
recovers her balance despite leaning - en list
now give us.
give us. now
give us a kiss
When all her luck seemed away from her
our loveless child of gen eXxers
true marinated in grunge
wore cycling reflectors
She drew to her temples
(like the strike of a match)
a guardian to protect her
Who held her down in the chair
where she cursed and she howled
caressing the pulse of her dome
where calm was endowed
The healing was practiced
not random
she could give a damn
about facebook and fandom
Damn! our girl cried
young girl, leaving youth
massaged all the way
-- past gloss and glass
and glitz and glamour --
all the way to the truth
and thereby enamored
The thoughts that once clamored
and crowdsurfed her brow
excised at the temples
the fingertips ploughed
The flying cuts flew
unlocking the locks
all the cuts
from her temples
right down to her socks
A wave of great and invigorate feeling
this young girl, leaving youth
-once damning found expression-
self-resolved as they say
fresh love welled up
self-propelled
by the way -- fin
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