Spoken Word

"Art for art's sake is a philosophy of the well-fed." - Frank Lloyd Wright


                                     Angela Y. Davis          Greg Palast          Howard Zinn         Noam Chomsky        Arundhati Roy       

                   Ernesto “Che” Guevara         Slavoj Žižek          Naomi Klein         Mumia Abu-Jamal        Vandana Shiva

John Ross 

THE REVOLUTION IS NOT LIKE A FAUCET

The Revolution does not begin

over coffee at the Epicurean,

does not begin over gravy and grits,

in the first joint, the last hit,

the Morning Chron, your morning shit.

The Revolution does not begin

pulling greenchain on the graveyard
shift,

or making the welfare line by nine.

The Revolution doesn't begin

in your mind, your heart, your liver,

your prick, doesn't begin

when you clench your fist,

The Revolution doesn't being in 1776,

1917, the depression, the dawn,

doesn't begin with gurus, Cinques,

the news from L.A.  Havana, manana.

The Revolution doesn't begin

with both barrels, at the bottom of
bottles,

on the pages of bibles, with the blues.

The Revolution does not begin,

The Revolution has no beginning.

The Revolution is unending.

The Revolution is not like a faucet –

you can't turn it on and off.

The Revolution leaks all the time –

you can’t call a plumber to fix it.


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Arcata California U.S.A 1976

Remi Kanazi 

A POEM FOR GAZA

 

I never knew death until I saw the bombing of a refugee camp
Craters filled with disfigured ankles and splattered torsos 
But no sign of a face, the only impression a fading scream
I never understood pain
Until a seven-year-old girl clutched my hand
Looked up at me with soft brown eyes, waiting for answers
But I didn’t have any 
I had muted breath and dry pens in my back pocket
That couldn’t fill pages of understanding or resolution

In her other hand, she held the key to her grandmother’s house
But I couldn’t unlock the cell that caged her older brothers
They said, we slingshot dreams so the other side will feel our father’s presence

A craftsman
Built homes in areas where Palestinians no one was building
And when he fell, he was silent
A .50 caliber bullet tore through his neck shredding his vocal cords

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Shantay Monique 

 

Hope?  

 

What hope?  

 

Hope for a world consisting of inconsistencies

of hoods on top of garbage dumps 

in India, Bangladesh, Cambodia, Bronx, NY - - - - 

Co-ops rise above  

piles of nasty  

smelly 

nauseating garbage  

the concrete below  

sinks a quarter of an inch

every year  

it’s on top of a swamp

Co-op City in Bronx, NY kids run deep

killing each other     continue...

Ahmad Tamimi 

demonize me
insult and
anti semiteize me 
just let my children be
give them sweet moments to remember 
in a childhood of
living peers no hate or hidden fears
let them write ahappy stories
of fun times between soccer teams
screaming joyful cheers
the white & blue 
playing gazan teams'
write aliving heros' story 
unlike mine 
of the q
ueen of martyrs'
an angel that died for me 
march 16 0f 2003
r. i. p my hero rachel corrie
give to them my inocence that died
on that dark day of the ninth month of 1982
do you remember when i met my fate 
you had southern lebanon to your back 
running to celebrate 
it was you 
the big gun was yours 
it killed tristan anderson too
mine were also fatal wounds 
from mothers tears that pour 
for innocent blood that pours
from refugees that lived poor 
from 48 to 82 
to die in
a blood pool 
where mine spilled
is where i filled my weapon the pen
my tool

Latin Translator

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FreeFlowin of ReadNex Poetry Squad  (in music section)

      Chiquita Banana

        

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Cuttz  of ReadNex Poetry Squad  (in music section)

             Arterias

        

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Decora  of ReadNex Poetry Squad  (in music section) 

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Krishna Miles Hayes 

    Outer body head trip

Salvation’s regeneration’s succumb to past encounters amounting

to the symbolic reactor cores of vast alike kindred positioned in the

major space to face lurid details of life’s cuckold sheep eyed in the

atmosphere of integration sensations major facets in the factory of

experience reality vividly vices the court yards of my deliverance

Angels who sound like Pablo Neruda praying about love and the

such a touch of dosed pendulum tenements percentages of life

momentum swing from the facets universal tuning forks reality

possess the gestures of harmonic river kids living in the

responsible life regeneration orations of silver coated wings

Human beings abstract the connection of linear life facts

Performing in the heart of arts destiny rising destination redefining

Positive accounts all delivered wisdom rise signs times of minds

Some different doing well works and not in vain proclaims

The survivor type alike you know the freedom shuffle hop skip

shuffle to what worldly wisdom offers the format of life’s skill

Instruments decipher the sounds of the sky of the stars of the

march to see the face of mars beauty by far incriptions

 

As a finite giant stands taller than thoughts could perceive

The righteous eye lord of the tall who and what is this giant

standing taller than tall who is the one that we believe lets love

conquer all dreams of dimensions trapped in our shells but for long

and for how long long as the stem on a rose or the stem of your

spine remember to balance and stand beyond time

 Nicole Hale 

 

Place In My Heart

Of all of the things that I hold close to my heart
I think of the thought of you
Open my eyes to the thought of what love could be
Living a whole life through

I've got a place in my heart where the sun shines
Even when everything is gray
All that I own could be tossed in the fire
And I would feel the same

I've traveled the world and the seven seas
And one thing I've learned to be true
The things that you make and the things that you love
Is all that will stay with you

I've got a place in my heart where the sun burns
Even when everything is cold
All that I own could be feed for the wind storm
And I would feel at home

 

 

Sea Shore

Sea shore, sea shore take me away
Got no reason why I should stay
Left my love over three thousand miles away

Got no dreams inside my head
Lay into my foreign bed
Let the darkness sleep over me

  FalconLee

FOUR POEMS AND THREE SHORT STORIES

 

 

 

From Day to Day collection

 by FalconLee

 

  

#1

 

 

Sadness, sorrow, fading world in death

Last thoughts of new freedom

That’s all we have now left

 

Coca-Cola, Exxon, Ford

Spread everywhere oppression

Cyber space and commerce

People with no expression

 

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#2

  

We need more information

They give us power

Improve this world

Right now is sour

 

Emancipation

 

Better yourself

Knowledge yourself

Better yourself

This place is Hell

Better yourself

Do it for me

Do it for them

Better yourself

 

Wars are raging

Occupations shutter

Cover over cover-ups

By conglomerate spoil

Lies by the mass media

True is hard to discover

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