i'm being taught to fear the beauty in me
the orgasmic "yes!" to all that life could be.
i'm taught to distrust my dreams and desires,
forget about the nirvana of the moths in the fire.
that ecstatic extinguishment is for others, not for me.
or worse, it only exists in the realms of poetry.

Yes, my dear, i live in the lands of make-believe
with heroes, monsters and talking trees.
i like it there,
in a world between worlds where reality shifts.
i am not diseased, my friend, my madness is a gift.
but i am cursed just like the rest caught looking behind the veil
to live my life never finding the words to express
the many secrets that i find there.

Finally i sneak away and come to u. it's felt like forever. this hiding. this pretending not to be in love. in unspoken words you tell me where to go. "down, down. a little to the left." the scent of jasmine fills my head. you whisper to me "a little bit slower." but my body already convulses from your gentle touch. i spin in ecstasy. And three beauties clothed in orange dress appear around me. fanning each other and giggling as they watch me dance. kissing the wind with every movement. each moment drawing me deeper and deeper inside them. every blink like an angel's wing circling me. Are those eyelashes? or is it my heart that is fluttering with the rythmic beat of their bodies, back and forth, up and down, to the left and to the right. and suddenly another appears, intoxicating me with her green jewels. Laying there in front of me with arms and legs outstretched, softly moaning to herself, her whole body uncontrollably buzzing with desire. i sit up on the field of blue and purple flowers and in the distance i hear the cries of longing from those lovers who lack the courage to come near.

it's such a shame that every time i get asked about my day, i have to dumb all of this down to rational human-speak. "what did you do today?" "oh, i walked through the woods" or "i sat in a field". but how many pure souls were born from this holy union of man and nature? but you all insist on calling me insane. very well then, i'm insane. Let me be insane. keep your jobs, cars, and everything else sane people need to survive. These sweet kisses and this constant wild love-making with all of existence far outweighs your offers of financial stability, societal acceptance and manicured love. hide away in your bedrooms and desperately cling to each other after full days of slaving before a teacher or a boss. i opt for another way of being. Give me the open spaces, the wildflowers begging to be violated by my slow soft kisses. Give me the butterflies and dragonflies dizzy and drunk off of their own movement whispering to everything that dares open its ears, "hajj, my love, hajj."

Every creature screams its ecstatic acceptance of Life's offer of Herself, except for that peculiar human who, for some reason says no to this erotic coming together of all of creation and instead chooses a sexless world of nameless, faceless interactions devoid of all that makes life worth living. i know you don't understand me. Probably won't ever undestand me. But the flowers do. The trees do. The osprey and eagle does. The moon does. and... at least for today... they're enough for me.

* i dream of a world that celebrates not only differences of race, class, gender and so on, but also differences of mental perception.

* i dream of a world wherein people don't rush to label every new abnormality a disease to be cured... or stabilized, but look inquisitively at every case and recognize not only the dangers, but the truths held within that psyche as well.

* i dream of a listener, another soul whose openness and willingness to hear without preconceived notions will inspire me to speak without fear of being marginalized or attacked.

* i dream of an end to not only military, economic and cultural imperialism but to mental imperialism as well. This idea that we have to conform to the majority held opinion of what reality is and how we are supposed to perceive and experience that reality.

* i dream of a world that recognizes that to be alive is more than to just digest food or breathe in oxygen, but to radically confront reality in the name of all that isn't, but yet, could be.

* i dream that those who have had the courage to dive into their own shadows will be acknowledged and thanked for their part in closing the gaps that were left by those of us too afraid to look ourselves in the eyes.

* i dream of being understood.

* i dream of being loved not because of some comfort that i can deposit, but for the untamed, wild and beautiful creature that i am.

* and i dream of a world in which we, the mad, are free to define ourselves for ourselves, have the courage and the nexessary space to articulate our own inner worlds.

Long ago before skyscrapers and malls, long before any humans ever set foot on this earth, the soul of this planet and all its creatures who mirrored that soul looked up to the heavens and cried out to the stars, those little twinkles of light billions of light years away. the soul of this earth and her mirrors cried, "we did it!" "we are alive" "but it hurts so bad" and "i don't know if i can do it alone". Those prayers went up every night and again every morning. and those prayers were answered. the stars rushed from every corner of the universe to that one miracle of a planet to sing, to scream "we are yours! and we will fight and die for you". don't u see? we are not just star dust. everything is star dust. your face is what ever religion tries to remember. your eyes answer every question, every thing. we are the souls of the stars. the only question is... did we come too late?

what if humans did coexist with dinosaurs? like the stories tell us. the folk-lore about dragons. but the humans wiped them out? like they tried 2 do the buffalo. just like they are wiping out everything else. hunting just 4 sport, or hatred. but everything destroyed comes around in another form. energy can't be created or destroyed, only transformed. they cannot take out an idea. they can kill a revolutionary but they can't kill a revolution. a black panther said that. and the power of the word, and love... and the courage to stand up against everything that is not love is an idea whose time, i think, has come. long live the dragons! like the mythical phoenix, may they rise from the ashes of the fires within our hearts and go and do battle against all the forces of domination that would enslave humanity and the natural world. We are guardians of this earth. We are guardians of Life. We are Warriors. And this Earth is sacred. It is our only home. And i promise u, She will not go down without a fight. Which side are u on?

...i am the Lore-Ax... i speak 4 the trees

"And I saw a new heaven and a new earth for the first heaven and the first earth died; and there was no more sea. And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride 4 her husband. And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Be-hold, the temple of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God. And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away."

- Revelations 21:1-4

Amen...
or is it... Aye-men?...

i stood under an umbrella in New York City during the Republican National Convention in 2004. the black bloc all had black umbrellas so that the helicopters and satelites overhead couldn't see where or what we were doing. and we had banners reinforced with wood or pvc pipe on the sides, front, and back. i just watched, listened and learned. and some brave souls burned the dragon 2 ashes... and then went on the offensive launching tear gas or smoke grenades at the cops and charging at them. a little bit later i recognized a friend from the g8 protest so i tried to get 2 him (he was, wrongly, charged with setting fire 2 the dragon... i saw it happen, i know he didn't do it.) and then i stuck my hand in front of a cop's camera 2 keep them from taking pictures of my people. according to rain, the cop ordered me arrested because they recognized me from G8 in Brunswick/Sea Island. According 2 the cop i took his camera and smashed it. Got off on a technicality. they didn't say "the defendent smashed the camera" or "James Dunson got in the way of a picture..." they just said "smashed the camera. blah blah blah" which is a fragment. and doesn't hold up in a court of law. ? maybe we all had some fragment of the truth. i was arrested because of my activist history, and all i did was get in the way of a picture, but in so doing, i smashed the looking glass that the police officer was seeing through. they kept us at a pier, that used to be a bus depot. we had to sleep on the floor. friends of mine were poisoned from the gas, oil, fumes and stuff. and had weird sores over them. our clothes were turned to shit. they smelled horrible and we eventually had to throw them away. at some point i was transferred to the tombs, which is the historic new york city jail. and from there i was released... later on i was arrested for a second time. this time just for marching in the street. we just kept marching up and down random streets until we heard the music and found each other. the cops all circled us... and we couldn't get out. so me and my girlfriend just sat there next to each other, held hands and... to quote david rovics... "kissed behind the barricades". She's still tangled up in court trying to get justice for how she and others were treated. i chose not 2 be in the class action or private suits against them because i expect them to do that... i expect FTAA style oppression from my enemies... and much more. this is war. Our enemies use fear and torture and every other evil Satan has at his disposal. We use the power of Love and the power of Freedom. guerrilla/gorilla war against the beast through the sacred erotic webs of our Dreams. To quote a couple other people... a friend of mine in New Orleans after Katrina said, "this isn't physical geography, this is a spiritual collective." This is spiritual warfare... rainbow warriors... the fruit punch collective bashing back, bringing Babylon 2 its knees. Our Words are our weapons. "Bring it on!" "Shock and Awe!" "Just Do it!" and "I Am Who I AM!" vs. "Alahu Akbar!" "Voodoo!" "Uhuru!" "Ubuntu! "Kyrie Eleison" and "De Jah Vu!" Which side are you on?

i think being born is kind of like walking into one of those halls of mirrors at the circus. And what we see in there: a cat, a bird, a person, they're all different mirrors. Then we discover that not only everybody and everything else is a mirror, but we too are also mirrors.

it would go a long way in explaining how some can think one being is the most beautiful in the world, while another looking at the same being thinks its ugly. they're looking at different reflections and combinations of reflections.

maybe some would want to figure out what "reality" is and then get mad and try to break some mirrors when they get tricked and can't figure it out.

maybe death is merely walking out of the maze.

and maybe enlightnement isn't finding a way out of it, but just learning to laugh when another mirror makes you look really tall and stretched, or small and insignificant, or big and important.

then comes the fun part, when you discover that a little bend here and a little stretching there, and you can change what is reflected by you. a lost mirror walks by you and so you choose to be a content mirror saying you are happy just where you are. another mirror walks by contemplating its own self-importance and you choose to show it an oversized head with grotesque looking ears.

finally the savior mirror comes to unite all the mirrors and awaken them to their true divinity within, but the mirrors don't buy it. they think if they are divine why are they so deformed (with grotesque looking ears and stuff). so one mischievous mirror (who happens to be best friends with the savior mirror, but nobody knows that) admits to being the one who made everybody ugly. and then makes the savior mirror look ugly. they fight a pretend fight and the savior mirror wins so everybody believes about the inner divinity thing. but in the process the mischievous devilish mirror is broken into pieces, thus becoming billions of different, smaller mirrors... who then wonder (and wander) about their places in the universe and repeat the whole cycle. and it's all looked on by the bigger, unbroken mirrors who now all just smile whenever they come across any of the little pieces.

this poem is
spiritual warfare,
a bullet 2
the heart
2 make u care.
my words
r like a grenade
2 your brain.
u wanna just
sit there,
listen,
and keep actin'
stupid.
think you're
gonna find love
by(e) gettin' shot
by(e) fuckin' Cupid.
Nah, Love,
you gotta fight
4 that shit.
it don't
come easy.
i'm sorry,
i can't
think of the next line.
your indifference
apathy
and self-righteousness
is making me
a little queazy.
Anyways,
u change your life,
u change the planet.
so let's see
some psychological
earthquakes damn it.
you think -
you're limited
by(e) the surface
of your skin.
but where your universe
ends
is where mine
begins.
Air is my breath
water,
my blood.
my earth
below,
my fire above.
i have Galaxies
in these eyes.
speaking of witch,
fuck God
i AM
the Sunrise.
and if u think
its just gonna be
candy and dancing
you got A
big surprise.
i'll spit
black holes
into your motherfuckin' hearts,
and that's just 2 start.
And no,
that's not an expression.
motherfuckers fuck their mother
and you're raping yours.
you got your dick
in almost every single pore,
injecting every form of poison
in Her bloodstream.
And we're taught
that we are
the mad ones
if we can
hear Her scream.
they try 2
control us
with their terrorists
G-20 and G-hate
it's time 2 rise
Gods and Goddesses,
everybody knows
we're fuckin' late.
no doubt
our word is our weapon.
i am a God
but i'm also the Dragon.
this is my fire -
the sword in my mouth
sending all of the damned
down south.
COME!
be free,
let your hatred
flow into me
i know alchemy
i'll transorm that
shit 2 gold.
like S.H.(e) said
our souls are alive
and they can't be
bought or sold.
our words are our weapons.
and this is verbal piracy.
we are warrior poets
come join
the conspiracy.
you think i'm kidding?
this is a fight 4 my existence.
i'm an answer
2 the prayer of your persistence.
i am
what happens
when the Earth, Herself,
reincarnates as resistance.

i think that terets (is that how u spell it?) and similar conditions r a direct result of people's intolerance of different ways of perceiving and experiencing the World. MAYBE if people were constantly telling u, consciously and subconsciously, that your way of EXperiencing and BEing r defective... MAYBE! u would respond to that instinctually, not even knowing what you're saying. But by saying it, whatever comes up,... u do communicate EXACTLY what u (deep down inside, wanted 2 communicate) if u NEED AN EXAMPLE: Bitch... - derogatory, usually AiMED At the feminine. if u really Listen!... what they mean becomes pretty clEar. it's sort of like A prayer... BEEEEEEEE! Itch!

... it's ok 2 BE Anything you WANT 2 BE. And some people might not like this, but... Do whatever u want 2 Do 2. if it means u have an ITCH, it's ok to scratch it... if u feel pain... it is ok 2 cry out, 2 scream. that crying out, that screaming (even that scratching) is a form of DREAMING. A wAY of saying (AND MORE THAN JUST SAYING!) that u are NOT satisfied with the Status Quo. AND pleasE! KNOW that your DREAMS R HEARD all around the World. HEARD AND Echoed by ALL of us who struggle Against Oppression... those with Voices AND those without. WE ECHO YOUR DREAMS BECAUSE THROUGHTOUT THIS :) LAND, WE ALL SHARE THEM. So, i say, be tears, it's ok, BE pAin, it/u can teach us. AND BE Itch, it/u give us a hint at where 2 Scratch.

p.s. END ALL CONCENTRATION CAMPS!

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