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The DOITThe DOIT
a concept long ago
replaced by the flag
of a manifest destiny
built up by the thought structures
we find ourself today in
the current mindstate of the Ego
and the flagship of Consumerica
& His ideals.
Our story takes place Democracity,
the capital of and paradise for
yet it is the battle field
for the emergent culture
where a new and unspoken manifest destiny
The flag of multinationals
is not honored by them
even though mainstream hagiographic reporters
venerate it and the DOW in their unquestioning.
Unpublicized crime is stricken from records or
has simply made no notice
censored by distraction
to a culture hungry for its cues.
Buy and buy into -that's all that matters
for the selves that cannot differentiate
life from fear.
The Fire Flyi watch the world often in my dreams
tonight i am some sort of butterfly winged fairy
sitting on a ledge in a far away paradise
holding my knees, pressing them close to my heart
i mourn for all the loss, all the ignorance, all the pain
that i see across the sea and horizon
of my old home
but i am something different now, this new being
and somewhere else, this beautiful place
i felt helpless at first
as if all i could do was watch
as my old world burned before me
and i was helpless
that is, until I realized I was not
i was still the same, and perhaps more equipped to help
so i went back in, into the fire i saw ahead
to offer whatever i had and whatever i could
The Intention of Raver JI am a teacher. I could end it there but I will elaborate.
There is a quote from Marianne Williamson, it says "A miracle is a shift in perception from fear to love". We often think of a miracle as a one time event but a shift in perception can sometimes take longer. It can be that a one time event takes you to a place in your consciousness (being or mind) where you decide to search for information that sends you then on a path to further realization and thus elicit a "miracle" by the definition of Ms. Williamson. So a miracle, is not the finish point, but the beginning point. It can be the catalyst event that sends you on a journey of a new reality you experience because your perception has shifted. I can attest to this fully.
I had a spiritual experience at a rave. I would say that it was the first one that probably got me hooked -and so I kept going. I was introduced to this culture through a group of new friends who later became my core crew
Touching Hopethe sea roars
our oil rig rave
we dance between oceans,
primordial and cosmic;
both taunting us.
dance harder -
pour more sweat and soul
into those dreams
into those visions
into your future
made in love and protest.
instigated by lasers
i am shot into the sky
trance-ported by an electric eruption
i linger lightly in atmospheric suspension
connected to galactic essence and
a web of patterned light beams
i see my fellow ravers dance below me,
as my head is a geyser of light
kaskading falling surrounding creating
a vortex illuminating our party;
illuminating our deed.
what is this? …
as i hover in the sound field of manifestation-
ah! my hard work tonight has paid off.
i am touching hope.
A few of my favorite thingsLove
light and peace
star feathers and dreams
these are a few of my fav-or-ite things
My Ethereal Tightropei walk an ethereal tight rope
balancing between blackness and clouds
i lose my step
and fall into both.
the bottom of the blackness feels like a dark cave.
through my darkness
i see myself on the other side
in blissful free fall.
i am separated as if by a pane of glass.
a falling sea star
through clouds of spectacular color
I am joy
rushing unceasing unending feeling
pure, misty dissolution
in the dark, I wish to be that joy,
my palms pressed against the glass,
but I am just a witness to it.
split i turn around,
leaning against my wall
i slip down slowly
embracing my knees-
I know i am alone
i am not sad …
and i am not afraid …
i just don't know why i'm here…
a small vibration
inside my heart-
i take a deep breath,
and walk into my darkness.
Yelling Written Words
If you write me a letter
with your heart full of hate
your words will burn away the paper,
leaving ashes in its wake.
Please keep your written voice down,
the yelling hurts my heart.
Just please don't ask my secrets of me,
it will only make this
that much worse.
Delving deep inside myself,
I push you far away.
These wounds mean nothing to me,
not a feather or a sand grain.
My hands are burnt,
my heart is scarred,
just leave me be,
I'm too far gone.
You gave me bread on a rainy day
Such goodness took my breath away.
You told the world how you felt.
Through shallow confusion my heart melt.
We grew close and drifted apart.
I still love you with all my heart.
I found you hurt and to a cave we fled.
I could only kiss your lips but I watched as you bled.
I had to go to save your life.
I broke a promise that ended your strife.
You found some berries and ended a life.
We heard a cannon; a dog was near.
We ran for the Cornucopia and fled our fear.
Climbing the metal, making it safe.
Cato appeared but I had faith.
He grabbed you up, said it was over.
I had more luck than a four-leaf clover.
He fell to the dogs and they chewed him up.
The Capitol said, "YO MAN, WASSUP?"
"Only one victor can win in the end!"
I told him I wouldn't go without him.
So we grabbed our berries, sorry Prim.
The Capitol wailed, "NO STOP!"
"The winners are Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark!"
The Simple PoemThis poem will begin from here.
It shall start with a dusk and a child. Trying.
Trying to fly a kite in the rain.
The sunrays have just dimmed out.
Or mellowed down, surrendering to a dark azure.
The pitter-patter of rains
Drenching the fingers of the child on the roof. Fingers
That hold on to the thread that connects, quite shamelessly,
The dark skies to a kite, blue coloured. Throughout.
The dusk. I would have thought of writing a poem.
And only thought, when the thread shall snap
Taking the kite down. And the child too.
Let's watch the two as they progress downwards
Let's watch the two and see if down's the place they'll be.
Let's watch the two.
One spiralling down through the open air, not knowing
Where it shall land. The other
Climbing down the stairs
Running down the stairs
To a place,
To a land where
The first one promised to land.
I should have known, is ants.
It shall eat through a poem I should have written.
A simple poem, it would have been
Losing MeI find peace in loathing
I suffer pleasure from pain
I feel comfort in dark clothing
Whether judgment or acceptance is my bane
I have cried all my tears
Still in darkness I am bound
Wandering desperately through the years
The true identities never to be found
Lost is all
A blanked out, thrown out memory
From the abuses that do appall
Hope and love was my every
But now my life will soon dissolve
Into a screaming dark place with no resolve...
Her skin of powdered rice paper
the scent of rotting orchids,
a drug-induced Noh dancer with
slowly writhing limbs akimbo-
silver-gilded girl of the moment
at the factory that turned out
Monroe silk screens, and porn
to the drone of a refrigerator,
from asylum to the Big Apple,
the apple of her father's eye
and of his desires, she'd sleep
among the gay lovers, pretty boys
with erotic names of exotic birds,
knowing she was safe for a while
as they quarreled among themselves-
who'd bring her chocolate shakes,
and chauffeur their princess
to her doctor's for injections
(she was too much a lady to do it herself)
until her fingertips became match-heads
setting fire to hotel rooms,
flailing from inside a closet
while bellboys stole her furs-
face of a comatose junkie drawing deep
on filterless cigarettes--
what deeds have you, Edith
But wasn't she fabulous! remembering
back when she and Suky spent trips
screaming from an open convertible
through the San Marcos Pass,
Empty Souls Empty Souls...
The night is black
Nothing but broken stars
And empty dreams
To frame its d.a.r.k.n.e.s.s.
The book is
Its pages numb & mute
It is empty
Because what is a book
Without majestic words
To make it feel
W H O L E
The wind is cold
It speaks lies
With an all-deceiving tongue
It dances with the trees
The lonely moon
With its scent
And I am
The Red Road
There is a Red Road
That stretches from Cape Town to the Elysium Fields
And on that road there is a pit stop at Robben Island
To a prisoner's cell, prisoner 46664
Where the heart of a hero
Was once born
There is a Red Road
That runs from Berlin to Hades
And on the road there is a pit stop at the Biederitz River
Where the brutal ashes of a man named Adolf
Drift away in the currents
There is a Red Road
That lies between Poland to Zion
And on that road there is a pit stop at Auschwitz
Where the spirits of the dead
Still gather at the Death Wall
There are a million pit stops to be made
On the myriad paths of the interwoven labyrinths
That bind us together and tear us apart
Warning you and me of the potholes & pitfalls
On the Red Road that is the World
Telling us in a whisper "Don't forget it"
Telling us in a prayer "Don't repeat it"
©2010 Sarah Donnelly
My BrotherI watched my brother go through the door, wanting him to stay with us for more.
He's too young, he has too much life,
to go where death comes on swift wings.
My mother cries, my father is silent.
I stand as a vigil on our doorway, watching as he fades from sight.
I look through the newspaper, seeing if America won against Iraq.
I see soldiers who are only boys, who have seen more bloodshed than most old men.
I look through the page of the dead, praying I don't see my brothers' name.
He is not, but I still don't sway,
because my brother is still away.
I pray for the day that he comes home,
safe and ok.
Amrita Awakeningstill and silent in the purple silken night
the city smiled in twinkling lights
making night clouds still glow white
i sat before my pool, i knew not really why
with a crystal in my hand
still and asking, i looked to the sky
no answer -i close my eyes
and go deep within
tapping into the darkness inside my skin
so much pressure, my forehead tense
i push against dark walls hoping to make them...
but pushing doesn't make your shadow friend
i realize that -
relax and breathe, sink deep, be sweet
the night became more silent
sound dropped out all around
high quality, empty, profound.
a piercing quiet
an acoustic knowing...
i let go of my fear-
a thought emerged
it was so clear.
my being felt the crystal's plea.
and I knew now what to do.
i let it's knowing enter me.
it shot me with energy
a rising heat-
amrita rushed between my knees
hot and reaching for my heart
i fall face first into my pool (of new me)
mercurial –beautiful rainbow reality
held under by bliss, col
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