Agitating the Spin Cycle

 

Society needs more Social Justice. Humanity needs peaceworkers.

Peace and Social Justice must be promoted aggressively. There are inequities that must be addressed. Power is not equally distributed. Neither are resources or wealth. Neither are poetic gifts or vision equitably distributed. Unearned privilege is rampant. Poetry must confront this global crisis of capitalist exploitation and manipulation. Poetry must speak to the masses. Poetry must radicalize and inform consciousness to new levels of social change. Marginalized citizens must be empowered. All sexual, gender-based, racial, religious, age-based, homophobic, xenophobic, and gynophobic bigots must be brought to see in a new way through our poetry. Community building and local empowerment are of the order. Our poetry must be global in scope, yet rooted and grounded in local community empowerment. Selfless acts of service to promote and increase Social Justice are needed. Lives selflessly devoted to establishing social justice are called for. Our poetic lives must be laid on the altar of the dis-enfranchised and unrepresented. We, as consciously aware poets, must advocate and speak out for those who have no voice.

We, as poets, must, through stirring words of Social Justice, embody through our radical verses the burning hope of a just and sustainable future. This future must become increasingly collective as formerly marginalized consumers become empowered community-builders through our poetry. As poets of the sustainable future we will empower and inform. Our poetry must collectivize, entitle and enslave. We must speak with ONE VOICE: the voice of change and social justice. Our words will rise with healing in their wings and lift whole communities from despair to radicalized self-awareness in communities filled with strident, intolerant and maniacal practitioners of PEACE & SOCIAL JUSTICE. All poets who do not lay their entire creative and lyrical selves on the altar of struggle to bring CHANGE and SOCIAL JUSTICE will be LIQUIDATED by our own EMPOWERED POETRY. IN THE END WE WILL WRITE A PURE POETRY OF SOCIAL CHANGE, ALL IN CAPS, AND THIS POETRY OF SOCIAL JUSTICE AND EMPOWERMENT WILL BE READ OVER THE GRAVES OF ALL SELL-OUT, CORPORATE, FASCIST, SNITCHING, SELFISH, UNEMPOWERED AND UNEMPOWERING TRAITORS AND ENEMIES OF SOCIAL JUSTICE.  IN THE END THERE WILL BE NO PUNCTUATION OR EVEN WORDS ONLY PURE IMAGES OF CHANGE + VISIONARY COLLABORATION IN SOCIAL TRANSFORMATION/MAYBE SLASH MARKS/OKAY MAYBE EXCLAMATION POINTS TOO BUT ONLY THOSE !

WHY? BECAUSE THE ONLY GOOD POET IS A LIVING POET WHO HAS LIQUIDATED EVERY FALSE POET NOT COMMITTED TO THE STRUGGLE FOR SOCIAL JUSTICE !

LONG LIVE POETRY IN ACTION THROUGH CHANGE!
WRITE/SPEAK/AGITATE
FOR  SOCIAL JUSTICE  & EMPOWERMENT !

POETRY IS STRUGGLE
STRUGGLE IS CHANGE
CHANGE REQUIRES SOCIAL JUSTICE
SOCIAL JUSTICE BRINGS PEACE
PEACE BRINGS WAR
WAR BRINGS CONFUSION & DEATH
(SO DON’T BE CONFUSED)

Incendiary Bestiary

 

Unlocked, loaded, let your words flame papercandle-flame

set arson to thought-control, combust news.

Pyro-dissident: touch fire to their views

Reveal new topographies, mind-shaper.

Spark a candle—a single thin taper.

Subvert what the worldlings dare not refuse.

The herd will always revile or accuse;

but contours alter for you, landscaper—

so chastise darkness. Proclaim what is right.

(When their stable burns down due to your light

or smoldering, implodes, it’s not your fault.)

If the status quo will not acquiesce

then muster another frontal assault.

There’s no shame in a flame; just incandesce…

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Missing Inaction

 

Old friends so far haven’t found me.
Discovering this time-capsule,
would they swallow it ? Or hound me
and paint me as unnatural…

Would they revive forgotten nights-
ask me why I don’t measure up ?
(Recalling long-lost sordid sights
might fill brim-full my pleasure cup.)

I’d drain it to the dregs with them
if only they’d communicate
but time has drifted in between
and left my soul immaculate.

Poetry on Draft

 

NaPoWriMo COLORSI decided to join National Poetry Writing Month this year.

When I first heard of NaPoWriMo, I thought the syllables were  some kind of  Tibetan mantra. Although I don’t quite get the concept of April as “National Poetry Month” (in the U.S.), I am still going to give it a shot. I find the idea of Poetry Month a bit absurd, like “National Child Abuse Awareness Month” (which, ironically, is ALSO April in the U.S. of A).

Are we open to lyrical reality only during that 30-day window?

Does our muse speak to us more in April than in other months?

Are children abused less in April because we are aware of their plight?

Still – I have more than 31 drafts and I need to post them…
so I will be a skeptical participant in Na Po Wri Mo 2014.

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