Saul Williams - Not In Our Name: A Pledge To Resist

the pledge to resist:
we believe that as people living in the united states it is our responsibility to resist the injustices done by our government in our names.

not in our name will you wage endless war.
there can be no more deaths.
no more transfusions of blood for oil.

not in our name will you invade countries, bomb civilians, kill more children, letting history take its course over the graves of the nameless.

not in our name will you erode the very freedoms you have claimed to fight for.

not by our hands will we supply weapons and funding for the annihilation of families on foreign soil.

not by our mouths will we let fear silence us.

not by our hearts will we allow whole peoples or countries to be deemed evil.

not by our will and not in our name.

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we pledge resistance.
we pledge alliance with those who have come under attack for voicing opposition to the war or for their religion or ethnicity.

we pldege to make common cause with the people of the world to bring about justice, freedom and peace.

another world is possible and we pledge to make it real.

~ Saul

"The Day"

The day is slipping away with lost love and forgotten promises. Put to hard labor: arms, backs, hearts and souls; the children feel the heavy blow. Dreams ground up and served on a platter ..."Here!" "Finish your plate and don't forget the starving children!" Families struggle under the weight of the curse. Attitudes left unchecked, unlike the oil in the cars. If God helped us, would we listen? If you listened to yourself, would you listen? Do we politely listen then go our own way? Somewhere we've lost our freedom. Somewhere we've lost our soul. Some are on the streets out of their wits; who are they talking to? The day is slipping away...

“The Wise King” from Kahlil Gibran’s The Madman

“The Wise King”

Once there ruled in the distant city of Wirani a king who was both mighty and wise. And he was feared for his might and loved for his wisdom.Now in the heart of the city was a well, whose water was cool and crystalline, from which all the inhabitants drank even the king and his courtiers, for there was no other well.

One night when all were asleep, a witch entered the city, and poured seven drops of strange liquid into the well, and said, “From this hour he who drinks this water shall become mad.”

Next morning all the inhabitants, save the king and his lord chamberlain, drank from the well and became mad, even as the witch had foretold.

And during that day the people in the narrow streets and in the market places did naught but whisper to one another, “The king is mad. Our king and his lord chamberlain have lost their reason. Surely we cannot be ruled by a mad king. We must dethrone him.”

That evening, the king ordered a golden goblet to be filled from the well, and when it was brought to him he drank deeply, and gave it to his lord chamberlain to drink.

And there was great rejoicing in that distant city of Wirani, because the king and its lord chamberlain had regained their reason.

"The Inner Child, Lost" AMBER ALERT

Happiness once lived in a child's eyes

till age crept in replaced it with lies

destroyed the dreams and shattered the will

till they drank from the cup never having their fill

mortality lingers and festers and rots

Perception my friend in a world of ink blots

Now

To whom, and where do they turn

since the pilot light died?

They seek comfort from within

but

finds nothing but sadness inside

Resuscitation

Spoon-fed daily news while lungs inhale plumes of smoke--

the smoke of doubt

Row, row, row your boat... Into the ether,

we ride with naught,

save our hope-- Gently down the stream...

Freedom awaits us

but distant Illusion's restraint hinges upon belief--

Life is but a dream. Thoughts burn, thoughts turn

like pages,

years pass like a razor's edge--

We are on the edge,

of greatness

The black heart on life support

Resuscitation

MOS-DEF - THERE IS A WAY

INSPIRATION

"A REAL LOVE AFFAIR"

Poetry, is my mistress, my internet pornography, my secret vice,

her luscious curves, evoke every appetite she infects, every thought, every observation,

satisfies every, desire, I seek refuge, between her, legs,

she destroys, she creates, she protects, she loves me,

and I love, her

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These are words for the words that have no meaning

or somehow get lost in the translation.

These are the expressions for the phrases just out of reach.

This is the moment we have been waiting for.

This is the breath you were holding.

This is the dream that wakes you sweaty and wound up.

This is the walk late in the evening that takes you near places you shouldn’t be.

These are sketches of melody etchings of sound tapestry wound.

This is the moment of absolution for all the lies told and believed.

These are the names you had forgotten.

This is love unrequited.

Poetry

Poetry is like therapy, writing for eternities.

Feeling alive, I love to rhyme so sweet and bitter like lime, love for all times.

This my shit, you wish, I no longer reside here, but I am staying, staying clear to my mission of love for my people and hate for no one, writing is like breathing, making me healthy, deciphering my meaning….

I Love You Poetry..