Insurrection Is My Raging WAter

 

I can hear it in the streets;

 

violent cannons putting holes in my ship

 

extremist young men wearing all black pants and shirts in August

 

103 degrees out, making fashion statements on heat-wave sidewalks

 

their eyes have enough rage in them to burn down Government branches.

 

 Global warming hearts spreading tornadoes everywhere you look.

 

I could head butt aspens in moonlight to get my point across to you, but you will never understand

 

what you've taken from us.

 

How about truth    How about freedom        How about Justice

 

Blue sharks circle grids left and right

 

Where do I live?

 

In cop-town.

 

hunting people

 

They throw you in Fire.

 

When you get out

 

Fury is a thrash metal band playing rigorously on high rooftops

 

fans mosh on dagerous edges, fearless of death

 

craving coffins just for a way to escape tyranny.

 

 Insurrection is my raging water

 

I could break bottles in the street      in hopes for you to listen

 

disobey    irate      jaded     intoxicated rebellion

 

this is your outlet:         Instigate an uprising

 

Perform 38 years of what your veins  have been feeling        THRASHING POUNDING  MUSIC

 

burn down every injust building you see       banks   courts  SUPER WAL MARTS  etc...

 

hold back infernos while walking to probation

 

MINOR THREAT blasting in your ears

 

RAW Vengeance is a Mad River

 

and every lie they utter puts another drop into it

 

Insurrection is my Raging Water

 

but there's poetry in her expression bouncing stars from off the Milky Way

 

You will not throw my passion back into pitfall,

 

even if you do it will find a way to climb back from disaster

 

my passion will crawl through mud and blood

 

find shelter beneath a conifer

 

listen for rising intuition     hear and see poignant reflections

 

fluttering across the grasses       skimming above green jello waters

 

hungry for major changes      Can we bring back the lost continent of Reason?

 

One day      

 

I will perch on higher range perceptions

 

find a way to broadcast it all From THE MASTER

 

Piercing  Screaming   BLASTING

 

Everyone awake and dancing

 

and I will pick up war torn journals

 

to write from wild places

 

my passion being stabbed and dragged down the street

 

my passion   torn to shreds by World Violence

 

thrown into fires and pitfalls

 

but ink and insurrection will be my Raging water

 

paper my crucified Messiah

 

You can find me sitting on a grassy hill    haunted by her expressions  bouncing stars from off the MILKY WAY.

 

    You  will find me beneath vast blue   scribbling and reaching for something sacred

 

a small piece of Jade within me   not yet casted to MAD RIVERS

 

a large piece of my passion  glowing red forest coals to the cold side of your soul

 

gather round hot black clothed extremists

 

 gather round angry screaming eyes begging for a taste of Justice

 

I have something to say to you

 

For, I too, have known your crosses

 

Insurrection is our Raging Water

 

only together can we break these walls

 

 only together can we instigate bright changes

 

One Day our passion may join together;

 

STRONG will it be from being hung on so many CROSSES

 

Our eyes will shoot nails of red hot truth at them and OH BROTHER

 

How they will fall ONE BY ONE    and

 

afterwards may we stand on a NEW CONTINENT OF REASON   and

 

afterwards may we dance by CALM CALM WATERS

 

smiling at the victory of JUSTICE........