Friday, October 11, 2013

The Dissenter's Dance

To keep my sanity in a society
Ruled by lies, enforced by hate and fear;
A machine built upon the oppression of those
Who are my home,
My community,

To Keep my sanity I will honor my
Human instincts to move,
rhythmically, in harmony, with the earth
As I see her.
As I feel her.

I will honor the screaming of my soul
When she says, "no more!"
Not today.
Today you will not hide.
Today you will open- today is for you.

The sweat that explores my
brow dripping down my back
cradling my skin will be a reminder that I am alive. In this moment
I am alive.

The eternal call of humanity
Feel
Do not look for the answer that lies dormant
the answer awakens when you
Love

And your soul,
my soul
We will find each other again,
through the channel
of truth

Imagine if we chose to dance,
the same way we chose to kill.
I'm never the same after the wind blows.
I'm never the same after the full moon.
My body knows what's real.

To keep my sanity in this society
I will acknowledge the insanity
of a government built upon a
hierarchy- a human hierarchy
that says up. or. down.

on. or. off.

I will reach across the invisible barrier
of our differences.
I will reach across and
hold your hand
side.by.side.

And while we dance
over the lies, over the fear
over the hate and rules used to hurt
over corporate interests,
over the machine
wheels that tell us to work
harder for a place that doesn't even exist
Over an institution built upon depreciation
colonialism, racism, misogyny, and greed

While we dance, I will find
a world
Alive with the resolve of simply living
moving, being

The joy of our sweat, cooling our bodies,

No machine can touch.

Friday, August 30, 2013

Street

Street
Black disk gum street
Hurried feet street
Knock off designer sandles
Slap Slap Slap
Hard street
Sirens, cars and buses
Nowhere street
Do you wanna buy your next fix?
Drugs, purses take your pick
Mental Health” street

Holy street
Grey street
1 tree
2 trees
3 trees street
Busy street
No laughter just
Hurried talk
And Jesus street
Come inside before it's too late
Fearful prayer street

It smells like struggle
and clutching, holding, growing
culture and family street
It sounds like survival
and selling and making
It feels like loneliness and full
not enough room
too full street

I don't believe in the God you're selling
I must not want it enough
too sensitive for the hustle
I can't afford your scam
I can't help you survive
on these streets

Excuse me

I'm trying to get by

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Curves

I can trace the curves of my body with the full moon.
I can feel the flow of my cycle as the ocean tide
rise and relent, blood and water, ebb and flow. 
Is it any wonder? 
I move to the beat of the universal heart.
I feel the breath of the world as it is
Whole, deep
Simple in it's complexity.
Me.

Monday, June 10, 2013

Power

It has become too easy to dismiss our intense power,
pulsating,
wondering,
free.
It has become too easy to pretend I’m not wet, not ready and open for life,
for the light touch that tickles my senses and,
for the overwhelming energy that fills me with fear.
The kind of fear that makes me want to run towards, face me
clutch,
scream,
Release.
Mine is a source of power not found with the eyes.
My Power will not defeat you.
My Power will not find pleasure in your loss.
My Power fills the room with a throbbing cadence of unity.
Through My Power,
You will feel yourself as you are.
Through my Power,
We are one.

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Homage to My Home

Dedicated to my mother. I'm always thinking of you.


Now that I'm gone I see you
like lightening
fire, ice, freezing as the stars shine
waking up to the most beautiful chill
I have ever seen

It smells like the pause
we never get
always running to
and from
but you gave me the the silence of the ages

Now that I'm gone

I understand

It's not to be categorized
bastardized, compounded
commodified
Dear God take me but save
the sand crystals under the
beating sun

Now that I'm gone I see you
sap dripping
tree crying slowly
dying I touch but did not
feel

You were an event on a Saturday afternoon
too hot at 12p.m. too cold by 7p.m.
time masked it all
driving home to channel 13
the sun setting beside me

blue
red
yellow
orange
but inside there was longing

Now that I'm gone I see you
hands free
I know even less than before
except
You were there
and will be
when I return



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