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Way up in the sky!
I’m on the tallest building
I could find
Where the birds
Don’t fly
I have come up
With a new scheme
Just listen
Before you sigh
My Oh My!
The anticipation is as heavy as a child’s expectations on Christmas nigh!
Recently I have not had
Many comments
From poems
By I
I’m about to jump off this building
Screaming
“I Can Fly”!
Half-way down
I’ll open the parachute
Which reads
C-O-M-M-E-N-T O-N M-Y P-O-E-M
I-F Y-O-U L-I-K-E
Drip drip drip
The TV screen goes blip
The fan goes still
On the window sill
The light switches
Start to flip
Blink blink blink
Chains start to clink
Strange light appears
To heighten my fears
The water is overfilling the sink
Rap! rap! rap!
I feel like
I’m stuck in a trap
The doors open wide
There’s nowhere to hide
A loud noise
Like a thunderclap!
Drip drip drip
My consciousness
Starts to slip
All at once
A weird gyration?
Then a lifting sensation!
I’m a captive
On an alien ship
Springtime is
The rebirth of trees
The busy buzzing
Of the bees
The birds come back
In flock again
To chirp along
With their brethren
The insects make
Their presence known
For they still have
A place to roam
There is one who’s alarm
Is set to Spring
The big ole bear
Who’s been hibernating
The flowers bloom
From earthened tomb
Re-beginning their quest
In nature’s womb
The sun shines warm
Upon my being
As all around
Life is decreeing
To blossom in your own
Unique way
We have entered into
A brand new day
When I was in Basic Training at Fort Knox there was an incident that happened with a grenade that I will never forget.
Our whole battalion was practicing throwing grenades.
Being the Army, they had an exact plan for everything.
Cooks will tell you there is a recipe for boiling water. And there is!
We were taught to throw the fireball in three easy steps following commands.
First – hold the grenade with pin on top – feet comfortably apart.
Second – Pull pin on grenade, simultaneously extend non-throwing arm towards direction of place you want to throw grenade, while rearing throwing arm back to throw.
Third – throw an overhand toss towards intended target.
As we finished our “practice” tosses, the “best grenade throwers,” were then picked out by the drill sergeants to undergo throwing live grenades.
One of them was a braggart.
Laughing and mocking the others for not being chosen.
We were led into a closed off section. It put one in mind of a recreation space. Yet the only leisure performed there was throwing grenades.
The whole place in the middle of the Fort Knox greenery was surrounded with bullet-proof glass that had thousands of nicks in it from grenade shrapnel.
The braggart was up first.
He smirked to all of us as we stood behind a huge bullet proofed glass area. Prior to being called by the Grenade Instructor who was positioned in front of a huge man-made berm. Informing the twenty or so recruits behind him, “I’ll show you how it is done.”
Upon the first command he grasped the grenade smartly and waited. On the second, he pulled the pin and he stretched his non-throwing hand out stiffly; with supreme confidence, and cocked his throwing hand back.
But wait!
Upon bringing his throwing hand back the grenade had barely grazed his chest. Dislodging it from his grip just enough so it had fallen to the floor!
The Grenade Instructor swiftly grabbed the braggart and hurled him over the berm and went diving over it behind him.
After the booming explosion – grenades sound extremely loud in a closed environment – a curious effect had taken over the braggart.
He now wore a look of sullen defeat.
There was a round discernible splotch upon his khakis.
He had peed his pants!
Humility it seems had found its way into the cozy confines of the blowhard’s former blustery environment
On that day I decided never to become a braggart nor a Grenade Instructor.
I derive great pleasure
When I vote
My feelings of what is best
For my union
Are taken note
Democracy emits a great light
Light particles like participants
Use their individual might
To create coherent sight
The effect
Whilst waiting
Will come to light
Amidst much consternation
Reveals a greater
Independent nation
One can hope to shine
In its after-glow
And revel
In the seeds it sows
Whilst keeping the activist/ organizing footwork
Democracy
Firmly on its toes!
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A White Man
Once upon a time
Long long ago
Gave a glint
Of a hint
To a now
Wildly popular show
Like a wallflower
Electrified
With an unseen superpower
He let his feet go
All of a sudden
There was magic in the air
People once unaware
Now started to stare
At the moves at once
Strange
Yet somehow
Magnetically debonaire
Who would have thought?
Generations later
Children would be taught
These moves
For an entire race
So long sought
And all those people
Prone
In the dance zone
Who looked askance
Now realize
They had the first chance
To see the initial phase
Of the nationwide craze
The Whiteman’s Dance!
Puppets can laugh and talk
Cry and walk
And mask many emotions
For human pain
And for all to gain
There aren’t any magic potions
To enact what is right
Fight the good fight
For Society
As a whole
We must persevere
Through willpower sheer
Morality
Comes from
The rootin’ tootin’!
Radical Soul
Inside your belly
I started to bloom
We were together
I in your womb
I felt your love
Both body and soul
You nurtured me
Until I was whole
I knew your voice
Before I saw the light
Your crying face
Was my first sight
You sang to me
A lullaby
Came by my side
When you heard me cry
Played games with me
With funny talk
Strolled me around
Till I could walk
Taught me all about
The Golden Rule
Stayed with me longer
My first day of school
Taught me lessons
To deal with life
About peaks and valleys
Happiness and strife
Showed me how to pray
To the man/woman? above
Surrounded me with
Unconditional love
Gave me confidence
When I felt low
Helped with my failings
So I could grow
Cooked delicious meals
For home
And on the go
In this life
There will never be another
To raise me up
Like you
Dear Mother!
I am the Shape-Shifting
Media Shakespearean
Corporate Hyperion
Capitalist Nosferatu
Who really gives a damn!
A pachyderm
Horton hears a Who?
Shapeshifting blood subsisting
Vampire from Kalamazoo
Got my parasitic
Anti-civic banksters
To grab all your loot
Pre existing monolithic
Immortal?
Immersed in Kung-Fu
Got This Soft Frenchy Fuqua Dude
Screaming out
“Merci! Sacre bleu!”
It’s The Shape-Shifting
Media Shakespearean
Corporate Hyperion
Capitalist Nosferatu!
They look down from their penthouse
and turn up their nose
They see us all
as a murder of crows
Bunch of pests
and foul nuisances
trying to eat of their crops
Not sons
and daughters
and mommas
and pops
They don’t want to hear
of our lower class rambling
Why shan’t we continue
our financial gambling?
Their scarecrow is the media
which deems us all decadent
We shall not yield
the cornfield
For we are
the 99 percent!
Workers of America we must unite!
Shall we sink further into the abyss, abdication and abandonment of the Havenots!
If this is left unchallenged then what chance do workers have?
We are like conquered soldiers working for the conquerors.
Just waiting to be stripped of the last vestiges of our dignity.
Corporations, private and public, need to be called out for their greedy decisions that are sanctioned in the American Free Market Frankenstein Monster economic policies we have now, that fuels a Race To The Bottom Wages And Benefits War Against Workers.
American workers have become so complacent in their opposition to such destructive policies, even one as egregious as this one, the rebuilding of the Verrazzano Bridge in New York City, which sees our taxpayer money going to China, us using their steel, instead of employing American steel workers of which there are many unemployed.
A veritable slap in the face to the over 14+ millions of unemployed Americans.
The culture of individuality that is the so-called Free Market now, is a brilliantly orchestrated coup de tat by corporate and plutocratic media through the constant saturation of corporate ads, celebrity culture, sports icons and Snookie media.
It has left workers and the poor who are being slaughtered in this economy, mocked as “takers,” in what can only be described as a marketing campaign of a symbiotic national superiority complex, which combines economic patriotism mixed with a religious fervor that heaps disdain and disposability on the poor and middle class workers of this nation.
Look what I have done!
Screw the rest if they cannot make it!
They should not be pitied!
There is no money to be made on empathy!
This is our National Motto.
Our Paul Ryan economics that derive from the philosophy of Ayn Rand.
The same Ayn Rand who praised a serial killer because he was “able to do exactly what he pleased without worry of what others thought.”
The “exactly what he pleased” part it turns out, was the ruthless cutting and dismembering of a little girl the killer had kidnapped.
This is the ideology that drives our Free Market Frankenstein Monster economic policies.
Gone are the days when companies felt that what was good for all of its workers was good for the company.
Now workers are discarded regularly.
And marginalized.
Disposable in an economy that favors stock market prices, growth and profits.
CEOs care more about their bonuses than the human capital they employ, whom are seen not as an asset, but as wasteful, and in need of a trimming whenever possible.
The steady decline of workers wages and benefits and unions is due to decisions like this one, using taxpayer money to buy Chinese steel to rebuild the Verazzano Bridge, that are made only with profit incentives in mind, for corporations and plutocrats, and not for American workers.
These decisions are made to cripple workers and unions and subjugate them and mitigate any and all power they might still have and make them acquiesce to their masters – Big Rich and Big Corporation.
The MTA and many other American corporations will fly their flags on July 4th disingenuously crowing of their devout loyalty to America and democracy while they laugh at American workers as they are laid off continuing their attacks on unions and workers collective bargaining agreements.
Keeping them marginalized due to the idol that they really adore, one much more worthy in their eyes than any history lesson on democracy, and that idol is greed, via the love of profits.
They have no interest in the the overwhelming majority of Americans who were middle class and now poor, working and now jobless, housed and now homeless, cared for and now abandoned.
We Americans, who have clung to the illusion of the American Dream, will vow on these Shutdown Government Days to fight back against corporatism and plutocratic power.
To let the elites in business, media and politics know that they must change course to the winds of the great social, political and economic changes that are at hand.
Else we shall rise up and demand a government and economic ship that is steered By the people, For the people, and Of the people.
INEQUALITY IS REAL! The 1% holding the economic wealth is no longer just a myth as the middle class is slowly dissipating into the abyss.
In order for America to stay afloat, we must invest in the middle class boat.
We must invest citizen capital, not just blind consumerism, in ourselves, and for our children’s futures.
To combat the very real and destructive actions of The Free Market Frankenstein Monster that is running amok all around us and threatens American democracy and has made a mockery of The American Dream.
Let us all join together in the fields, towns and cities of this nation and take back our beloved country from the savage control of the Free Market Frankenstein Monster.
We shall slay and banish the beast.
Demand and wrest control back from the plutocrats and corporatists.
Raise your voices brothers and sisters!
Together in solidarity we shall make The Appeal!
In our unity we shall gain the power of the collective consciousness.
Which will overpower the monied interests via the sheer volume of protest against economic, social and political unfairness that fills the ether more and more like toxic carbon monoxide, in an already overheating planet.
Only together in solidarity can we begin to overturn the selfish and greedy economic system that disproprtionately favors the elites and corporations, disdains workers and their families, and pivot in a new direction.
A direction that concentrates primarily on taking care of the least amongst us instead of those most well off.
Promotes a spirit of togetherness and community, along with entrepreunership, to enable all of our children to live a future of peace, prosperity and happiness while having access to all of the basic human needs like housing, food, water, health care, day care, education and the ability to be gainfully employed by corporations that are willing to pay dignified wages with benefits and retirement packages and above all put the long term interests of people over the short term allure of profits.
Check in on our daily “viewspaper” The Appeal and share our stories and join in our grassroots movement to eradicate the Free Market Frankenstein Monster as presently constituted, and build a better and fairer economic, political, and social society where the basic needs of all are met and all can join in the opportunity of the American Dream and the wholesome interests of our people are more paramount than the greedy pursuit of profits.
Where the building up of families and communities takes precedent over the inhuman Mother Earth destroying material demands of corporations.
We sincerely thank all of you who are in the vanguard joining in solidarity to help us together make The Appeal.
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