the criminals among us

[revolutionR]

mostly poets are of the good of the universal creation
some still served the cabal of the slave God of money
those who have pulled the wall over our eyes
the bloodlines that have ruled with lies and war

having said that, when I say I am a poet
what that means to me, is that as a child I was a rebel
I don't think I was an indigo child
but I knew what I was being taught in grade school
something was wrong about that, my first grade teacher
was teaching racism in the class room, I remember
that, I was not a conformist like the other children
at least I stood out somehow, because the teacher
singled me out to make an example of me

I learned to read very easy, like a fish to water
but nobody was really teaching me, my catholic upbringing
was not teaching me anything except maybe some basic
understanding of the good that came through in spite
of religious dogma, I was a very average child otherwise
at about twelve I read a few science fiction books
and it made me think that there was a lot more gong on
then what I was being told by my schooling or by the church

when Kennedy was assassinated I was already
thinking of myself as a kind of beatnik
when the late sixties came I was right there when the psychedelic
wave hit, so the sorta beatnik kid became a hippie teenager
I experienced poetry through the lyrics of Bob Dylan

so what this means is that the rebel child in me thought of poetry
as a revolutionary thing, that each poem contains some truth
that is a minute figment of the imagination that continues the
revolution of the mind through the vision of the voice
that carries on with the written word liberated from conformity
but becoming a poet might mean different things to different
people, to me being a poet is that I was a seeker after truth
not the lies we are conditioned with by the media, by schools
by evil one percent of the one percent that are running this world
and their minions the evil corporations that perpetuate the lies

[mnaz]

The unfolding, shape-shifting, heady and ultimately cathartic, painful stages of Empire-building (in the trailing back-eddies of it) ... The Brits (and to a lesser extent, other European "Crowns") went through these existential psyscho-social transformations not too long ago. They were invading conquerors, slavers and Colonial rulers, expanding their hegemonic global power to a peak, then gradually relinquishing it in stages...

"No One Is Innocent" -- Sex Pistols. (Your title made me think of that old raunchy song...)

[the mingo]

me I'm just gonna wave feathers
at the dead branches here
watch the bits & pieces of bark
fall & gather on the snow
all around the lifeless trunk

[mnaz]

Well . . . Someone has to finally finish conquering the world and stripping and mining it all out. Work to do, boys! Let's step up the pace!...

Yeah, down time... I might go sit on the edge of some canyon wall-- one that hasn't been scraped and blasted open yet-- when the death-grip of winter breaks, and watch for dust devils or maybe the occasional F-something fighter on the horizon.