Viva La Revolution or Still feeling the Bern

Trump

 

As a child of the 60’s who participated in a political revolution to help end the war in Vietnam, reduce nuclear arms, address civil rights, and generally promote love, acceptance, and tolerance I am immensely proud of the youth of America who recently joined in the new political revolution. By feeling the Bern you have made your voices heard loud across the country. You have all worked so hard, so tirelessly, yet so full of energy and enthusiasm everyone knows you’re there. It was emotional and empowering and gave many of us hope for the future, especially those of us called “radicals” back in the dark ages of the fifties.

Make no mistake, it was dark. Oh I know they make it sound like all the world was like Leave it To beaver or Father Knows Best with white picket fences and a surplus of cash, but here’s the reality. We had senator Joe McCarthy who formed the House Un-American committee which allowed the government free of punity to accuse, subdue, and try in a court anyone they even suspected of having close ties to Russia or Communism. He ruined many careers and many lives with his absurd paranoid accusations. We had contingency plans for when the Russians sent nuclear bombs to our country. In many of the southern states African Americans where called “Colored folks” and had to use separate drinking fountains and bathrooms, were often refused medical help from “Whites Only” hospitals and service from Whites Only food establishments. Other minorities were refused jobs in favor of less qualified whites and the government had zero transparency. We could go off and die in a war because our birthdays fell on a poor lottery number yet we couldn’t vote. Businesses and corporations were free to pollute the air and water at will regardless of how it effected the earth. Then the 60’s came calling and a political revolution was in the air. So while many look back on the 60’s as the turbulent decade in which the youth was blinded by drugs the truth is we made major strides in social equality. Not total, but significant. We held the government responsible for the deaths of American children they forced to fight in Vietnam. We forced them to reduce nuclear arms. That’s how social revolution works, a give and take. We took some rather large steps which seem to fade into the pop culture of drugs, sex, and rock and roll. We also took some steps backwards, between assassinations and the banning or imprisonment of our political leaders. It wasn’t perfect, but in the end we pushed the lines in the sand forward and continued challenging until too many of us either got caught up in the seductive world of greed or became complacent. I myself fell into the category of complacency because radicals became time warped burnt out hippies.

I understand how deflated many of you feel, we felt the same faced with defeats like the re-election of Nixon and the escalation of war but in the end we prevailed. Because revolutions aren’t exact, have no synchronistic movement, revolutions are choppy and irregular. I am also incredibly proud that it was Bernie Sanders, someone from a generation that won’t benefit personally from a revolution was able to garner the attention, compassion, and trust of the youth of America. Please understand one thing, Bernie did not sell you out. Bernie took a strategic hit for his cause because he knows that revolutions are devised of a few steps forward and then a step or two backward. Revolutions need to grow and nurture, learn how to walk. Bernie suffered a great personal sacrifice by stepping aside because he understands the bigger fight is to prevent us from embracing those backward ideals of the 50’s, which is where we will be headed if Trump wins. Not to mention losing all our status and integrity in the global world where things now travel at warp speed due to technology.

No one is more disappointed than Bernie himself. Not so much about not being president although I’m sure that stings, but disappointed in himself for not being able to carry you into victory. Hear this, your revolution is not over. It has taken a setback but it’s not over. It will however end if you allow a dictatorial candidate into office. A candidate who would be happy to have things the way they were before my generations political revolution. I’ll be the first to admit that far too many of the radicals of the 60’s Turned On and Tuned In really did Drop Out and part of the problem we fought hard to eradicate. Partly it was because we depended too much on using drugs as a means of angering the status quo, I can’t tell you how much fun it was to piss off my father by growing my hair long despite his objections and openly embracing Liberal ideals. It was also partly because as time goes by many people tend to forget that we are all one of the same, a part of a whole, and begin to wonder what’s in it for us personally. You have the power to end our complacency and continue your revolution, but you need to believe that your battlefield has changed, and not voting for Hillary isn’t a place to express your outrage but what Bernie would expect. Pleasedon’t give up the ground you’ve gained by allowing a giant step backward.
I am also very proud of how the youth of America has evolved culturally, become far more tolerant than days gone by. For the most part you embrace all religions or non-religions, all ethnicities, the LGBTQ community and you show compassion for one another as well as this magnificent planet our species has treated so poorly. Kudos’s to you, the young generation that will inherit a less than perfect world. Forward your generation as many leaps as you can, the entire globe will be better for your continues efforts.
Dig on this……The unfortunate truth in our country is that most of our modern presidential elections have come down to the lesser of two evils. In this particular election the more evil candidate, the one who can and will inflict the most damage to American society is glaringly obvious. His name alone emotes imagery of hate, anger, and violence, as well as a complete disregard for the ecology or rights of any and every culture that isn’t his own. At any rate, its your world now, and you will be influential in shaping the future of your world. I would have voted for Bernie, but The Bern is voting for Hillary so I’m chill with The Hill, hoping that Bernie will continue to have a strong voice for all of you…. Peace and

The Quintessential Preacher and The Existential Baker

preacher

 

He entered the room
With a lingering scent
Of superiority
I sat in my chair
With a lingering sense
Of doubt
My son he began
I’m here to save you
Pray tell preacher
Who said I need saving
Your dark soul screams
My son I can help
Give forgiveness and salvation
Absolve you of evil deeds
I thought him self righteous
Dose not everyone have deeds
In need of forgiveness
Even you my dark friend
So….
Why me your holy orator
The preacher sat down
Removed his hat
Placed a black book on my table
You like to read my son
An avid reader since I can remember I offered
Well reading is a path to enlightenments isn’t it
I seek truths about myself and others in books
Sometimes you need to read into the abyss
The preacher proudly thumped his Bible
This here book, my Bible, have you ever read it
Yes preacher I love fiction
My son, this is not fiction
It is divine history
This is life
The book of all truths
The greatest book ever written
Impossible I protested
He looked at me with incredulous curiosity
Nothing is impossible my boy
Well then if nothing is impossible preacher
Write a book greater than this one
Showing some frustration he angled deeper into my psyche
To attempt anything greater than the Lords work is blasphemy
Perhaps when you read it the evil was within you
Read it again and perhaps you will understand
I have read it preacher, I found it full of discrepancies
As well as hypocritical concepts
My son I beg of you to read it with me
I will prove to you that no greater book can ever be written
Preacher I said, if this book is the greatest thing ever has been written
What hope have we
It has too many inconsistencies
Claiming we should love all equally
Then telling us to stone prostitutes and homosexuals
It is laced with violence as well as forgiveness
Violence does not equate to forgiveness, only more violence
Besides preacher, if nothing greater could ever be written
Then what would be the point of writing anything at all
What would the writers have to strive for
You see the world in perfect terms
Perfect when you follow the Lord
Writing my son is a form of communication that can lead to enlightenment
So are cell phones preacher, why not have the divine one send me the greatest text ever and we’ll be done
The preacher stood up, put on his hat
May God have mercy on your soul my existential wanderer
It was the greatest conversation I’ve ever had
So far

I am not anti-religious, merely anti-religious manipulation. If your religion tells you its your duty to make everyone else believe what you do, you are confusing religion with political party. Because my religion comes from my heart, my spirituality comes from within, and I am certainly willing to share them with anyone who cares to, because my religion is love and inclusion free of indoctrination. Attempting to force someone to follow my beliefs goes against my very own core beliefs and sense of spiritual self. Educate yourself, evaluate what’s important to you, and follow your belief free of the force-feeding false prophets who insist you will perish in hell if you don’t do as they do. Never force your opinions upon any other living being, and no matter how misguided they may seem do not judge. Live and love in Peace my brothers and sisters

Shady Politician

corrupt

 

 

(Street/Beat mash rant designed for poetry slam)
I would rather perish in a world of love
Then live in a world full of hate
Don’t believe a word you say
But words are what you use today
To rise in your quest of a power play
Uncaring of who gets in your way
Maybe you should fold and quit
Mountain of words and a pile of shit
Twisted logic is twisted wit
Because when I strip away
The untrue truths you say
Your double standard can’t fake it
So your singular truth stands naked
Playing games with foreign spies
And along with all your pretentious lies
They will slip through the crack
Of your Liberty bell
Which no longer tolls
Yet you’ll rise in the polls
As you reach your goals
Shady Politian
I’m full of suspicion
While you bask in your own fruition
Speaking from the shadows
Hanging from the gallows
Of urban blight
Hidden from the light
Blanketed in lies
Poised for a fight
And promises lost
At a very high cost
While you share your bed
With bag of silver
Betrayed in red
Thirty shiny pieces
To hold in reserve
To smite upon the people
To the ones you serve
Must you betray us with a kiss
Shady as Shit
Cant believe a word you say
Not left not right but in the way
Drowning in your unhip hypocrisy
You really don’t mean shit to me
Your just a bureau of mediocrity
Spitting out phony democracy
You have two eyes but you can’t see
Your visions are full of atrocities
And that explains your prophecy
Of DOOM
Boom
Kick it…….
You temper you progression
With aggression and suppression
And you need a fucking lesson or a blessing
To confessing the one thing that is pressing is
You need to have restraint
In collusion you’re just using blind confusion
To create a grand illusion with a fusion
Of dissolution but you’re cruising for a bruising
A transfusion of revolution
Which it ain’t
We’re through with your bitter attacks just give us the facts
No wait……your facts are whack
Facts you bend facts you stretch
Made up facts that make me retch
Facts so pretty facts so clean
Facts too nice facts too mean
Manufactured fractured facts
Phony facts that never ask
Does it hurt this fact attack
Or is it empathy you lack
You don’t call you send a fax
Text a message and you speak ex-lax
The only one true fact you have is that
Your twisted facts are crap

You’re not even conscious of just how pompous
You are when you prompt us and stomp us with lies
A tyrannical freak being discreet who wipes his feet
Across Wall street to dirty the sweet and meek who cry
You think you’re Goddam sacred
But your truth is flaccid and naked
When you punish a gay kid
A working Mexican day kid
You’re a racist who can fake it
But your hatred is concentrated
On every race you humiliated
Debased and debilitated
Hence our angst was recreated
You wonder why?
You’re just a white guy
Wearing privilege on your white side
It’s your skin tone
Shiny white boy rhinestone
Dancing on the gravestone
Of a ghetto you’ve never known
While you pretend you’re in the cool zone
By using a Hip Hop ring tone

You dropped a racial bombshell
And the bullshit you sell just fell
And you think your shit don’t smell but holy Hell
The stench makes us repel and rebel
You condescend atop a golden hotel but my vote can’t compel
And like I cried you hide your lies under the crack of your Liberty Bell
Do tell

Listen up
If you’re voting for a candidate because he says what’s on his mind perhaps your blind and your criteria is too low. By that misguided logic Charles Manson would make a show as great candidate because he has never had a problem saying what’s on his mind.

If your voting for a candidate because he “says what everyone is thinking” what you really mean is he is saying everything you want to hear and there is a good chance you are more of a racist than you believe yourself to be.
8+
If your voting for a candidate because he comes up with good names for his opponents your criteria isn’t just low, it’s non existent. Schoolyard bullies were good at that and guess where most of them are today. You can’t defeat an opponent by calling them a clever name in the adult world.

If your voting for a candidate because he has a successful business you need to examine who benefited from that business. Check and see if that business person is in the habit of sharing or if the businesses fell apart to fill his bank account. You really believe he is willing to give you a piece of his pie?
Dig this, I felt the Berne but now I’m chill with The Hill because I’d rather perish in a world of love than live in a world of hate. PEACE

GET OUT

get out

 

Haven’t really done much lyrics writing but every once in a while I get inspired. After re-watching a movie about Ian Curtiss and Joy Division I was forced to revisit my dark NYC street days when everything I wrote was as evocative and nihilistic as Ian’s lyrics. Hope I only stay here for this one attempt at a song……

 
Get Out

 
Routine climbs my stairs
Behind it comes my fears
Laughing and dressed in gray
As my sanity slips away
When opportunity finally knocked
The cellar door was locked
Basement full of drought and doubt
I can’t get out

 
I can’t get out
I can’t get out
I built this cage
To run about
I built this cage
And locked it tight
Now stuck inside
Through light of night
I can’t get out

 

 

Ambition turned and ran away
The sun refused to wake the day
Wish this dreary world was not my home
And reality would get me stoned
Reluctantly the dark room dweller
Cries from the dank and unlit cellar
Inside my head I scream and shout
I can’t get out

 

 
I can’t get out
I can’t get out
No where to hide
I’m trapped inside
Inside my brain
A world insane
Trapped in a hole
So deep and cold
I can’t get out

 

 
Reaping now the pains I sowed
Paying back the debts I owe
I planted seeds of ice arcane
Chained to a wall of life mundane
In a house of seven gable
I’m the Cain that murdered Abel
Just waiting to perish in my hideout
I can’t get out

 
Earth of bed
Rotting sprout
Stone of name
I can’t get out
I’m neglected
Dejected and rejected
Brutal thoughts
I am subjected
To thrash and squirm about
No pride I cried
I wanna die
I’m burnt inside
Knife at my side
Suicide
I can’t get out I can’t get out