Ocean
i feel it like
i am 12, a growing girl
plunging mouth nostrils eyes lungs
open
into the ocean
vrooshh
pushed back by salty volume
strength tested, it had to be summoned
blinking to make sense and to shake off feelings:
i am surrounded engulfed swallowed
and
surfaced
standing if i am able and
not sinking
just thinking
ocean mighty roll
ancient force i extol
as fellow life, as living
as giving me strength
to: face to face nature
together
a nature that rips flesh
that burns skins and pillages, commits sacrilege
fidgeting into textbook chapters with images
reading typed print had the ability to not phase you more than reading comic strips
whatever the rage, all the news fits on the page,
wherever was deconstructed and whenever reconstructed
and whoever price and families have the dice
roled for them, by hands they do not see
for family life together comes at a high price of resistance to joining military violent assistance
enlist and enact yr right as Man as Soldier as Power as Doer as Fighter as Hero as Proud
over seas to Iraq or Rwanda to cure hate and disease
bring mosquito nets in Boeing planes please
bring monsanto seeds, to plant according to neoliberals' needs
kill the womyn in burqas, suspicious, for praying on beads
the peace corps kids kicked out but not yet shipped out
laying in front of bulldozers
taking photos until shes pulled over
by U.S. backed coup, can you
NAME all the countries the U.S. has smacked, attacked, shut down and chewed up
threw up
land, heart, farmers hand, business stand, locally owned, state operated
los niños plans for school and art and Managua didn't fart in '79 it
passed gas and revolutionary atmosphere overturned oppression at last
until the U.S. said: we must blast this communist regime
Done behind closed doors with tables of water from ravines of..., with hands holding mugs of coffee from bean trees, picked by... Communists ?,
de repente! (now, suddenly) we must make lists of the resisters
oh, but then where would the coffee beans be?
and the coca cola sugar, let's see, we have to do something about this turmoil, commmunist commotion, someone call the media, we'll write on wikipedia and enter the ear canals speedy,
uh- but, i forgot about the but, butts getting bigger off money made from gun triggers
violence, voices muted by masked men who served Silence
I am asking: where is the defiance
the Non Violence
Martin, Mahatma, Mother Teresa, bring a smile, bend the arc to justice please before we look at the sun and sneeze and burn up into dust and float as friable particles
it was written: Rib to Eve and Dust to Dust
but if yr rusty shake yrself off. if your blood your not Dust yet
so tune in to the truth of the uncouth looters who took the the drink from the holy grail and called their avail goal worthy
the Rich Roly Poly and the Holy Moses Moly and bad history and bad theology and corrupt technology
from Nevada parents press a button and a bomb explodes in Iraq,
how would you look at your children picking them up from school, day after bomb after day
back to the secret meetings where the men had greetings with laughter
about vacations, resorts, pools, prices and how their roll of the dices creeped up like vices but it wasnt their family who suffered splices so, onward, forward, Glory to all the Three Hundred, drums talking and hawks bawking in the background
here behind closed door, silence on the floor, notebooks opened with U.S. emblems, In God we trust more and more, nationalism mixed with religion, sure-- just be sure to salt the rim before
imbibing
but really who is deciding?
who really needed to believe in God when thats who they were playing
but with a black magic mystic twist, like economic wizzes they wuz, wizzing a witchy buzz
mixing up tricks and fixing countries
bolting down democracy with capitalism which bought handguns to enforce solutions
shot by School of America's finest Salvadorans, Nicaraguans, on and ons
at this point we forget these hands were small, holding mothers in one bedrooms, clenching fists for food
now nourished by hate to chew on for daily bread ?!
AK 47, slam and solved
ramming structural adjustment programs
NAFTA CAFTA rain down like its natural, seasonal, praise worthy, note worthy for Sachs, Chicago School, Friedman, White man, USD man, just trying to make it man, part time job man
still, ramming structural adjustment programs
into the flesh of the lambs
so when served when sacrificed
they bled true new national colors
man, we all could taste them from
mangoes, cocoes, those coffee beans, more Chiquita bananas please!
structurally adjusted programs: increase debt via interest fees, cancel export fees, add on import fees, and signing documents that: YES, this country will cut all of its trees so the soil will spill when clouds fill with heat and the rain starts to beat
down
down
washing away town town,
peoples lives upside down
sound familiar? think Katrina. think reconstruction. think dysfunction.
its all a round about way of saying: streams of democracy do not always go because there is not always wind rain and heat to blow
people standin in the ocean to show
natural forces fierce as rashes, will destroy with all these clashes,
come together before this sphere smashers, collapses...
So when the winds down and the streams aren't rollin and the trees are holdin the ground down so the community group gathers and dialogues sustainable growth in Bois de Lance, Haiti
the streams of democracy blowing freedom and power to the individual lay to rest and are tested by a force stronger and deeper and longer
of community culture of sharing food, wisdom, heartache and raining down their own changes blowing free the sick oppression out of their lungs
stand, face the force and life rearranges
stop.
have you,
even thought through
the life your living
when you step out the door, lock it up and count the minutes left until.. arrival
you for your own survival
buying into the game
you played because you were raised to perpetuate the haze, money maze, make more USD daze
save it spend it. double it. stay out of trouble with it.
or they'll catch you with it
i still am scratchin my head, they caught Pinochet yet?
they net those 8 Russian oligarches yet?
how about Papa and Baby Doc- the Duvaliers, dead, escaped from debt...
the IMF
the WORLD BANK
cant even imagine how big them think tanks be
where, who knows until it all blows up, but until then.. shut up
world bank, think tank, hows this world spinnin its so rank it stank to high heaven
but we keep gettin leaven bread so we can survive another seven
seven days of another seven hoarding, hateful haze, chaos craze, world spittin up, chewin up, shootin up, beatin down, takin down, dismantling down
Economies
Philosophies
Priorities
Histories
Monopolies
Theologies
Aristocracies
in the name of God we trust Democracy
so, buck up, pick pluck the mop and soak up suck up all the shit thats been mucked up and raped down to raw bare minimum
zero
sum
game
who does the prize fame go to now?
the family whose got no more hope-prosperity, no land no home, all sold, with the union folded
so gone can't even catch a glimpse of the disparity?
mama's nursin, in her brothers house, sleepin in one bedroom, are we proud
enough to sing out national anthem aloud
wrap ourselves in holy shroud or
is it time to Shout
loud enough, far and strong to summon
Buddhist bells
mantras sutras Dharma gongs
a catalyst for Soul songs to the tune of soon freedom marches: injustice walks, crippling stalks, empty belly talks to the mind that unwinds it all to the heart: Act Smart. Do Your Part. Don't be dust, you must Stand for Peace and not fall to your knees.
They are ready and waiting, sipping Coca Cola and Starbucks in the closed door room, making economic movements, some key players have been: Pinochet, Chicago boys, Putin, Bushes, Duvaliers, the proud handshakes
signifying: take the Brakes Off!
Concurrently signaling on: DEREGULATION
$$ FINANCIALIZATION $$
Individual, you matter. you are free! invest in USD
sweat, toil in privately owned soil. (this is)
back breaking 21st century bondage
the market magic as a wand, over time, tick tock, look at stock
as it sits in pits of poverty
people,
going to bed hungry, dropping out of school hungry,
30,000 dying today
excuse me, what?
stop. what about all that US Aid??
the rice, peanut butter, my clothes donated to good will that ended up alongside old VCR players, tvs too
sent to... "3rd world country..." "underdeveloped nations"
because it is mainly poor, generally speaking, "CIA world fact book" wreaking
(do you ask why, how, when, where) - do you dare?
what is yr sense of Africa?
a continent robbed of riches, robbed of resources: gold, silver, diamonds, trees, people,
kingdoms, land, family hopes and plans
pushed into one bedroom, life rearranged, now, like castles in the sand
homes and hopes blown over (in God we trust, His hands?)
i clench my teeth tight and let them go with long breath
looking out on a mighty ancient beast of burden
of power and yearnin for the intensity to receive, to explore
which has evolved: to exploit to extort, rob, judge, lie, condemn and convert
and write the hurt with lies in text books brilliantly through the victors eyes
bloody beast and thanksgiving feast are not painted in the same frame
eh, but some would say it's all a game
like Life
like Monopoly
its ok to topple and force out
like out in St. Louis North City: eminent domain ain't pretty (McKee)
this robbery is rubbery slime stank and rank f you thank its gonna bob a mob of jobs
im thinking
the ocean is winking at me:
snickering slyly- "i didn't tell you so but you figured out domination would grow if you didnt know its force on you, how it would coerce you to your knees
mouth full, red eyes begging please... please
relief
and indeed
by standing you can demand Life again
