On Injustice

I write because the rules of the game were never meant for us.

Struggling to flourish on this earth…

our voices marred by systematic and ideological forces

we, the many, outweighed by the few.

 

Told that there is not enough for us

food, water, shelter—

they have divorced us from the very means of our own power.

 

Witnessing the theater of the politicians

who make speeches but speak no words…

 

they make spectacles,

they build stadiums

and stages.

 

Dazzling illusions

to distract us from what we really are—

 

Light.

Hope.

Eternity.

Immortality and

creation.

 

We are

the change, the courage –

the force of transformation

the righteous anger and the fury.

 

I lend my voice

to the many—

all deserving to be heard.

 

Capable of choice,

I believe in humanity.

I believe in our collective ability

to bring harmony and justice

to the inequalities of this world.

 

The powerful tell us

that we cannot make our own decisions,

that we are uneducated, unaware…

 

and yet even those who went to college

cannot afford to eat.

 

The majority are not

provided for

in these unjust systems,

but the few who benefit from the scheme

claim there are no alternatives.

There is no justice—no sense to their madness.

 

There is no retribution

nothing guaranteed

in a game with unjust rules.

Greed and selfishness, aggression

applauded,

material wealth rewarded

 

success… defined by material excess…

 

There are those

whose parents suffered, whose grandparents suffered

at the hands of the system

and are further punished,

because they are not fit the image

of who wins in the system

by proxy: they are not a part of the system.

 

Those who ask questions,

are barred by unspoken terms,

outcast, and silenced

by manipulation

 

divided

into notions

of nationhood and state—

they make tribes of us rather than

a fellowship

 

a wild underbelly

of exploited people

feed the glorious machine,

colonized and colonizer

go on…

 

we are punished

because of where our parents were born,

and whether they were born into money

 

they say

it is the only way—

but I say it is their way,

because I believe in the human imagination.

I believe in our potential.

 

I am enraged

at the abuses charged onto the many.

“That’s just the way it is,”

they say.

 

We are bound only

by our self imposed limitations,

by the cages we create for one another.

 

I have felt trapped.  I have felt despair.  I have felt caught in a series of ideological forces

that do not favor me.  They do not favor my family or my friends.

 

I am told that there is no other way.

That poverty, struggle, and mental illness

are simply a way of life.

 

And yet

I look around me,

at all human potential.

I wonder

why there is no free energy?

How food and shelter and safety

are not guaranteed for everyone?

 

How can decency be only given to the few?

For all our technologies, our advances

we cannot provide stability,

we cannot provide security, a sense of

peace and well-being

to all peoples, to all sentient beings?

 

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Surrender

She was learning

that it’s okay to say no –

time to let go

of all her burdens

 

casting down the heavy weight

of all that came before,

she put down her armor and sword

they were the means by which

she had fought and conquered,

but there were no more battles to be won

 

it was lovely

to cast herself to the mighty wind

and in the sky she was promised

a new beginning,

a life on a foreign shore…

 

the river led the way

and she learned to move with its grace

upon the changes of life, she made no resistance –

she learned to release, just as easily as she obtained

she closed her eyes and knew she was

a fragment of the divine

 

just as much as she loved

herself she loved all beings

through the trials and unknowing,

she went on,

with no armor, no sword, no weaponry.

Momentum

They were charged with hot

electrical momentum –

two fires that raged in the night

one after another they fell

in passion and desire

swept with madness across each other’s lives

 

he was like the ram,

powerful and alive

and she loved like a lion in the dark

howling for each other

breath upon breath,

their bodies swayed in a newfound trance

 

as they loved

their oceans burst together

rivers surged and forests burned with need,

will against will,

heart becoming one –

they fought their battles with unconditional love

 

wherever they went

death followed their steps,

the old ways died and their old lives

fell

cities crashed

one by one on the horizon,

as the transformers reshaped the world in their dance

 

they bore one other

along the bones and broken dreams,

their bodies transfixed with mighty wonder –

 

there came the wings

borne across each other’s backs –

wings that promised of another chance.