⌘ Vibration

November 17, 2016

 

My words
have been dormant
in this post election storm,
lying in wait
while hate
is made the new norm,
laying like soft bullets all around me,
scattered, disjoined, unformed,
the word TOLERANCE
is hiding behind the dresser,
the word HOPE
is lying quiet
atop a laundry heap on the floor,
the word PEACE
is trapped at the bottom of a bottle,
the word LOVE
is the sound of a closing door.

My words,
soft
bullets
that will never bruise,
that will never pierce through skin,
that will never call for blood,
these words
and so many others
wait like an artillery of dreams
in the moonlit minefield of my consciousness,
waiting for exposure,
waiting for me to take a step
into the unknown territory of this jilted demo(n)cracy,
and use my voice even more for
what is good,
what is light,
what is freedom,
what is fight.

The haze is wearing off,
the smoke of disbelief,
the shock of godlessness,
a renewal of promise
made into the still-star-filled sky,
that my voice
is a weapon of beauty,
my pen is a sword of truth,
my hands trembling across the keys will not fail us.
WORDS, come back to me,
let’s fight together in this revolution,
I am gathering you up,
soft bullets,
forming you into explosions of light,
into rockets’ glare of blue paradigms,
into penetrating booms of grace,
into a 21-heart salute
of what can I do to make the world better today?

This is not some hippy delusion;
it is the means
by which to survive these next four years.
For me, it is gathering together WORDS
and forming them
into precise vibrations of outrage and hope,
it is illuminating every act
of conscious movement toward good,
it is knowing privilege
and using it to amplify marginalized voices,
it is vigilance against all forms of hate,
it is exposing darkness
with bright magnifications of truth,
it is combating fear
with a promise to band together and fight,
it is building bridges wherever they try to build a wall,
it is protecting each other,
it is protecting our stories,
protecting our rights,
protecting our dignity,
protecting our humanity.

This is the new old america,
the united divided states,
the blood red states and borders,
the blue lighthouses of tomorrow,
our fears are continually justified,
this is a real human ache,
his rancorous rhetoric is rippling out to the masses,
the rotten stench of long-silenced hate
is coming up through the floorboards of our country,
but this is NOT our collective fate.

At least now we know the hate is still there,
we know exactly where to find it,
we can see the white robes in the light of day.

Still,
there are
MORE OF US on the side of inclusion,
MORE OF US on the side of love,
MORE OF US on the side of oneness,
MORE OF US on the side of equality,
MORE OF US on side of healing the environment,
MORE OF US on the side of resistance to hatred,
MORE OF US on the side of freedom from tyranny,
MORE OF US on the side of light and beauty
there are MORE OF US
and we will not be silent,
and we will not bend,
and we will not stop our trajectory of spiritual evolution,
this is a mountain,
but we are ready for the climb,
we have already tasted the clouds.

Sometimes a catalyst for real and lasting change
comes in the most difficult circumstance,
sometimes it takes a rampant wildfire
to rebuild a broken house,
so today,
I renew my purpose as a poet,
I am coming out of my quiet disillusion,
I am gathering up my words
and taking a step into this dark unknown,

aiming poems

forged out of invisibility and fire,
ready to light everything I possibly can
with a vibration of hope.

 

#vibration #hope #resistance #peace

 

 

 

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