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general election: 2008
do not want to talk.
do not want to hear early numbers.
do not want to awaken the fear.
stay home. turn on npr, climb into bed, listen.
disbelieve projections, don’t breathe until
concession comes on.
w h e n the speech sounds,
i am list/e/ning be/tween syll/a/bles.
i race into the streets,
where a crowd of 1000’s forms within a matter of secOnds.
we are blocking the road, drivers exit their vehicles
and join the exaltation.
the sheen and kiss of a trumpet appears.
our howls can be heard on defunct pluto.
i want to be on the axis, within the nexus.
i bump, smile, nudge and glide center mob,
to find hughleyn spilling h e a r t.
2:30am, i jump random trains, chasing humanity. at once spectator and participant, in a stretch of hours where thousands upon thousands of New Yorkers are pointedly looking each other in the eye--holding for the exchange of items lost. walking the city til sun up, returning each other’s;
-need to believe,
-need to connect,
-need to release cynicism of cope
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volunteer line stretched to elevator.
ppl from all over the world; who aren't permitted to vote in this country begged to be a part of; some were only in town for 3xdays, jumping planes in the morning, still, they trott… Continue
Posted on November 3, 2008 at 11:30pm —
pennsylvania canvas
(a handful of choices, events, circumstances, responses, hair trigger decisions in my life do not translate, cannot viscerally be communicated. so this is the most i can offer)
north to south, east to west, every town in this country has an area comprised of the forgotten.
on each doorstep we canvassed, there it was,
lengths of loss.
Posted on November 1, 2008 at 11:00pm —
the macro of purpose
the asking became theirs
the giving has become mine
the wonder, the hunger
unified--cataclysmic
that the playing field is level
that the perspective is widened
that the bearing witness is inclusive
that the voice is heard
that the intention is pure
we leave all of who we are in today’s request
we leave all of who we were in yesterday’s neglect
the acknowledged never wonder about the torture of
b e i n g -- without reflection.
the unacknowledged sacri… Continue
Posted on October 26, 2008 at 11:30pm —
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By: Curly X
This poem is dedicated to Oscar Grant and the other Oscar Grant’s
Bullets piercing the bodies of my people,
I thought the constitution said we are all equal.
Puppets in this world voicing our sad stories,
Eyeballs filled with sanction killings by police sissies.
When will the shooting stop from the hired guns,
Good men die while marksmen freely run.
Mothers hanging on to the last breath of there child,
Minutes go by and she grows more, wild.
Murders are banging Her heart to death,
Riots seem old, it outgrows the poor, and defiles.
Bigots were crushed by the hands of peaceful men,
Cries didn’t come from guns, but from there mouth and pen.
Lead an army of soldiers with guns and rocks, and we will be crushed,
Because violence begets violence, when we are rushed.
Heal our broken hearts with sage and gospel song,
The real ordeal is to fix the pain of wrong.
Forgive and forget, seems to far fetch,
But I promise, you,
Brother Killing Brother, Sister Killing Sister,
Others shooting others to enact revenge,
Its like rhyme with no reason, it doesn’t end.
I want to thank Paradise, for being my inspiration. I hope that our words reach Oakland, and we can be there for them, and heal, organize, and do things the right way. Because you and I know, riots are what the oppressor wants. It gives them a reason to oppress. Destroy the violence, and they have no tools against us.
Peace and Love