Written Things

Systemic Change

What I mean: one cannot, especially an entire community, really, truly begin to launch an assault on injustice in our world without very quickly, and early on, having to face the ugly truth that the systemic root causes of the problems are much MUCH closer to home than what we’d care to believe.

To sound the clarion call to justice in this world one must make sure to speak of all of these root causes with complete compendiousness—no truth can be left unspoken, however painful or frightening. If not done accordingly so, the attempts at rectifying this evil will only result in something like bandaids on a mortal wound, and will never really be getting to the source of the injustice. Just pleasantries, (not a lasting justice) that’s all you’ll have.

Injustice must be openly confronted and be made a show of by the sword of the Spirit—the Word of power! Like elijah on Carmel…like John before the house of Herod… & just like Martin Luther King Jr. before the military-industrial-financial-pharmacia-complex that has become our federal government, our beast; so, we must arise to this task, this call…of calling out pure evil. The truth will always be greater than lies…

…this. could. get. ugly!

I Felt Ill

The air water worlds collide near the entrance to the grave…an oppressive scary moldy breath escapes the darkness death death is nearer than an abstract proximity
green cold wet squeezed of air with suspended phlegm through shattered lights violet blues shadow.
Is there life out of bounds? This isn’t the ether! too dark now, black.
Spinning on a flying tapestry past millions of illuminations all around him there is time no more just sound out of time like a desolate wind.
It enraptured him in its grasp and squeezed out all that was joyous and gay until he lie a dried up heap of bones and skin weeping upon the cold hard floor, bending and breathing, breathing, “BREATHE!”
Potsherd amongst the rocks, broken and cracked, there was nothing left of him…