The time is now!

Revolution

I think it is time we rebelled like our fore fathers did like all thinkers did in critical thinking of what is and changing it to be what it should be.  For such an occasion I have written some poetry in that theme, so lend me your eyes and turn your gaze to the page....

The Revolution is Live

Hey you….

Look here, pull up a seat and listen

I have gone far and wide

Written texts of tales gone to sand and forgotten way

In my stories lie the keys to those shackles you carry all night and day

Free words of free men who expand mind body and soul through psychotropic reconstructions

Liberated thought from my pages of the Liberator Manifesto

You feel the world to heavy to carry

Uncle Sam got his boot heel to tight around you throat

The Tax Man

Money Man

Paper Taker Man

Takes and takes and takes

He takes for the oppressor, the ones who have created poverty for the poor with no way out

In my hands hold the escape

It is time for them to answer for their crimes

I do not know how they thought they could take so much and leave so little for the rest of us

The shall beg, plead, and lie and I say Government Man

I have no time for your deceptions, explanations, justifications for your thievery from the people

Now we hold you in our courts to answer for your evil ways

I am telling you..all of Mr. Bigs out there

Mr. Corporate

Mr. Military Man

Mr. American rich Man

We are a coming

The revolution will not be televised!

The revolution will not be televised!

The revolutions is Live!!!

Free Born Man

Ever since I can remember from the prison I stayed inside

All I could think of was Freedom

Got get out of here

They may hold my body but my mind shall be mine kept in these hands

That will set the rest of them free through the Revolution of the Free Born

We free born

Deny

God

Government

Man

You are not helping now and unless you exploit

You lie in an act of omission

As we die with those who first stepped in this here dirt

Those who lay under these trees in the sunlight of the great northwest

It is the correct alignment of the stars and Now…

Now someone must rise up and say enough is enough

This life we are in forces a noose so tight only death will free you from Lady Capitalist

She who hath had you until the ends of time

I cannot

I will not die under her ownership

I am a Free Born Man who sees her wickedness and I will never

Follow her seeming Law and Order

No law can hold me to its beckon and call

We free from birth hath risen for freedom

Liberation from tyrants

Men who want you down and out ready and willing for death

My first breath laid my rebellion in my veins and now 20 years has passed since that day

And we born free from Lady Capitalist yell on the rooftops

Like Mad Men

Howling at the moon

All at once and together they cannot silence us… Aint it grand

To be a Free Born Man

Beat God

I won’t be!

You can’t make me!

You got to catch me first!

I am that fast moving mad traveling man

I hate your worries I hate your stress

See a man with power and you will see it go to his head

Constable!!! Come out get this and that one

Those who worry and stress from A’s to B’s

They can go in this here chain gain

Their good at toting that good ole company line

Warden says step left boy! Step right and thusly they go left and go right

Left right

Left right

In matching uniforms of wool

These sheep tagged with numbers now no names

Call out…

1…8…5…5

2…9…2…8

3…3…6…3

That warden aint gon’ catch me

I am standing here waiting fists clenched and ready to fight

I’ll kill any man who thinks he has a leash on me

I’ll kill any man who thinks he can penetrate the walls of my righteous mind

Though his methods may be barbaric and ruthless…they are efficient

They said keep the body and throw away the mind

So I am here to help you…Demand of you to keep your meritorious mind

Keep your fists up Boy

Keep fighting Girl

Because one day you gonna’ have to be god

That is death or something so close I cannot tell the difference

In this life we make decisions.  Decisions to go to a good college then to get a good job and then to make a lot of money as to buy a big enough house to hold your family that you should have tightening the shackles around your wrist.  We work and work to pay bills and more bills and for what...so they do not turn your power off or your internet.  Just this endless circle trying to play into a system that was designed for your destruction unless you are into the status quo of business makes the world go round. Money money money, that thing you must have in order to try to feed your kids or pay rent on a place that may be going up depending on if you live in an area that is being gentrified or renovated for the owner to make more money.  What kind of life is this to make money just to pay your bills and then to try and pay all of your other bills in order for you to be trapped and lulled into a false sense of freedom so the people do not stop to ask why.  Well I am here writing for the people to wake up from their sleep and wake with the thoughts of freedom that i live with all day and night. I write these things because they way it is now isnt working for me and I will not fall ill to the whims of Lady Capitalist because that is death or something so close I do not know the difference.

Our time is a coming

There must be another way in this life of living without death of our soul's.  A way where we are not forced into a job that will enslave us.  Me, myself and I will never give up to the chains of career until they are no longer chains.  I have to fight as to not let the shepard create a flock of sheep that will just perpetuate the machine cogs in the gears that turn captain dollar round and round.  So in that I have created a series of poems that will be the words of the revolution that will free you from the cages you live in now.  We cannot lie down our arms to get along we must fight the company line, make our own, and we have to keep fighting and with that I give you the Legend of the Free born, who only think of freedom and liberation.

The revolution is live

Hey why don’t you sit down and listen

To the tales of poetry I lay from my pen and then soon you shall be free

From words of free men

Who expand upon psychotropic consciousness

Free thinking from the pages of my liberator manifesto

You feel the world has got you down

Uncle Sam’s boot heel to tight around your throat

The tax man taking too much of your coin

For the rich take and take and take

They have taken too much

I do not know how they thought they could take so much and leave so little for the rest of us

I tell you money man

I do not care for justifications

Your rationales of the best system out there

I do not care for your explanations and pleas

Mr.Big we are a coming

The people are coming and

The revolution will not be televised

Because the revolution is live!!!

I am Lost

I am so lost in this world right, I go to school and I am here and not and seeing all of the people.  The people who propagate a system that degrades the people, forcing them into a system where they work and work until they are dead.  In all that working that are just trying to not fall below the water.  Right now this moment I am drowning in this nation of capitalistic desires where i must make money to feed the system that would much rather stomp me out or smoke me out of my mind.  I look at my parents and see how they work so hard and for what.... they are still broke father jobless and me sitting at school listening to a teacher prance around hand in hand with their ego to get a paper after 4 or 5 years that says i am smart.  Whats the point here? What kind of life is it, to work in a system that is choking all of us.  The people are being exterminated by economic forces they cannot control nor understand.  Most of this country buys into the capitalistic way as to survive, but I think I might kill myself if I am forced to eat or dream, pay my bills or write, there has to be another way to survive in this world, and it begins here.  We can no longer feed this beast that is killing us via poverty, unemployment, "practical" selling out, and I can't- I wont live this way.   I have to make it through this and it will not include killing myself in order to support a system that is too heavy in favor of the rich versus the people or money versus life. There has to be another way, there just has to be, because I am drowning here.

Before I get started in this, I just want to make it known that I have no clue what I am doing.  In no uncertain terms I am very uncertain on what I am going to be doing with this life laid before me.  Now with that being said, I do know that I got some shit to say.  I was watching Bill Maher the other night and he was talking about the jobs kids used to get to pay for weed and gas  ( as he says, not me but still funny) as not to take all our parents have.  Now though adults with experience and age do not get to work somewhere that they will feel fulfilled like what they are doing means anything but having just enough money to be broke. Now I come from pretty humble beginnings and not like a farm or something like that, but My mom owns her own daycare and my brother and I deplore school and at least I have no intention and no idea if I will finish college.  My sister works at a golf course and she is younger then me and my 21 year old brother is trying to do the same.  My father got laid off and although he has worked in construction for years and years and is a very intelligent man, he cannot get a job to pay for food or bills and is reliant upon a check from the government that just got reduced even more then it already was.  I look at my family and myself, and I see that anyone who is in the same boat as me, well frankly we are all going to sink.  We may float up to the surface if we rise unified, not trying to fit into this system that has made its sole purpose to keep us as people chained to their rules and their bills and for what.  You pay your mortgage then you pay your power bill and so on and so forth until what...your dead? What kind of life is that? Not one I want and I know that if we as a people just sit and wait for Uncle Sammy to come and save us, well we are going be waiting for a long time.  We have been squeezed and squeezed until people are at their last straws and the only response is that  of death.  The rich have too long been too rich, they take and they take and give so little for the rest of us, its about time somebody said enough is enough.  Will you stand or will you sit? I hope soon I am not standing alone.

MP