NO REFUGE


NO REFUGE
no refuge by vagabond ©

no refuge

the lies
piled up like dead bodies
the optimism
bled and
drained from us
at every turn
even acquiescence
yields no reward
for the massive

and rebellion
is still seen
as a means of calling
the kind of attention to yourself
that everyone will tell you
is slow suicide
but is actually state homicide
when they put you
down by law

as if living were forever
and there was some safety
to be found
somewhere
everything a lie
all of it
as if the lies eventually
become truth
if repeated ad nauseum
and there’s no refuge
anywhere
not in acquiescence
or rebellion
and if there’s no refuge
then what do we have to lose
but the illusion?

-vagabond ©

Note: April being poetry month i wanted to challenge myself to have a poem with an accompanying piece of art for each day of the month posted here in this space… Share what you like… both on line and off…

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FILM UNMAKING


film unmaking

film unmaking

an image
or a concept
catches my minds eye
a story forms around it
the idea takes root
screaming
from within me
to be made
i think about
calling the crew
the usual suspects
jeff, omar, sam, joe
to make it
and then the ground
grows soft
from beneath me
and the practicality of things
mentions something about money
and begins to take everything apart
and it all starts to sink
the idea
still screaming inside me
to be made
like a spoiled child
full of privilege
and demanding more life
driving me mad
with frustration
so i take it to the killing room
in my mind
and strangle it
until it’s dead
leave it on the killing floor
with the rest of the ideas
i strangled before it
and then i mourn
in a quiet rage

-vagabond ©

Note: April being poetry month i wanted to challenge myself to have a poem with an accompanying piece of art for each day of the month posted here in this space… Share what you like both off line and on…

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HOW YOU LIVE


HOW YOU LIVE
how you live by vagabond © (for mumia)

how you live
(for mumia)
“the state would rather give me an uzi than a microphone”
– mumia abu-jamal

it was decided somewhere
that i was something to fear
my existence
makes them uncomfortable
they didn’t like
what i had to say
they pictured me
killing a cop
and framed it
to hang above
an electric chair
on death row
thinking they could
muzzle me like a dog
with fear of death

but i live my life
behind the walls
behind the locks
behind the doors
behind the guards
23 solitary hours a day
with an hour outside
also alone
it seems my voice
instills fear in them still
with all that power
they still fear
a man in a cell
with a voice

in court
i forced them
to take down
the framed picture of me
hanging over the electric chair
and that scared them
even more
so they conspired hep c for me
and refuse to treat me
putting the picture
over my prison hospital bed
thinking
there’s more than one way
to kill a man
they fail to realize
that it’s not
how you die
but how you live

-vagabond ©

Note: April being poetry month i wanted to challenge myself to have a poem with an accompanying piece of art for each day of the month posted here in this space… Today being the birthday of celebrated author and journalist US held political prisoner Mumia Abu-Jamal i decided today’s art and poem would be for him… Share what you like… both online and off…

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DROWN


drown
drown by vagabond©

drown

she was beautiful
she had a strength
that was without comparison
all life came
from within her
when the moon was full
she raged and
she had a depth
no one was able to reach
for fear of being crushed
her mysteries
were sacred
and hers to own
and she would give up
nothing
i was foolish
to think she would
in fear and awe
as i drowned
alone
in my unknowing
on a cloudless night
with a pale yellow moon
as my only witness

-vagabond ©

Note: April being poetry month i wanted to challenge myself to have a poem with an accompanying piece of art for each day of the month posted here in this space… Share what you like… both online and off…

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PURPLE REIGN


purple reign
purple reign by vagabond ©

purple reign

it’s difficult
to imagine
the size
of this void
difficult to calculate
the lack

you occupied
such a huge space
of foreign wonder
that only seemed
familiar
because you engineered
a bridge
of graffiti sound

you heard things
no one would
believe
listening to crying doves
under a glittering
cherry moon

without you
all that potential noise
will be lost to us
like tears in
purple rain
time
to say goodbye

-vagabond ©

Note: April being poetry month i wanted to challenge myself to have a poem with an accompanying piece of art for each day of the month posted on in this space… Except yesterday… yesterday Prince died and i couldn’t post anything… i heard that Blade Runner was one of Prince’s favorite movies and felt inspired… Share what you like… both online and off…

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GOD IS AN ANARCHIST


God Is An Anarchist
god is an anarchist by vagabond ©

god is an anarchist

the second coming
was not unlike the first
feeding the hungry
sheltering the homeless
healing the sick
washing the feet of prostitutes
talking about love

2000 years to get it right
instead they inverted it
made jesus a toll booth
operator in heaven
i suppose
the message got
lost in translation
somewhere along the line

when they asked him
about his politic
he answered
god is an anarchist
and that alone was enough
they crucified him
on a wheel with an “A” in it
as a punishment
to all our future
crimes against the state

but it was too late
his selfless example
got to even
the most cynical among us
and we rioted in the streets
going toe to toe with the cops
as they kept a perimeter
around his crucifixion

we broke the line
of cops around him
and with his last breath
he whispered
that his death
would be worthwhile
if we should go
make heaven on earth
and so we did

-vagabond ©

Note: April being poetry month i wanted to challenge myself to have a poem with an accompanying piece of art for each day of the month posted here in this space… Share what you like… both online and off…

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SUCCESS


Success.jpg
success by vagabond ©

success

it’s not what you think
it’s much more complicated than that
it’s not the money
or the sex
or the booze
or the drugs
or the accolades
that’s all window dressing distraction
that’s all flash and pan and smoke
nothing you can hold onto
nothing worth having

the battle is bigger
and deeper than that
when you’re poor
and lonely
and hung over
and broken
and unknown
and you keep going
out of the madness consuming you
you’ll know what it means
you’ll know then
and only then
what it is
but not before

sleeping with your boots on
every night
strapping on your gun belt
every morning
reaching for the iron on your hip
every day
to show the demons
delivering your failures
what you have for them
when the disappointments
just keep coming
one after another
when you’ve taken
one too many slugs
and gotten up
one too many times
critics with no skin in the game
shaking their heads as if to say stay down

at first they’ll think
you’re crazy
but then they’ll respect your tenacity
not that it matters what they think
and when they ask you
what your secret is
you can tell them
because that’s where the horror of it is
you can tell them
always clear your throat
of blood and dirt
before you rise
from the shallow grave they dug for you
and if they don’t understand
it’s not because you weren’t clear
but because they know
your demons are their demons too
and they didn’t have the courage
or the constitution
to risk it all on giving in
to a life of failure

-vagabond ©

Note: April being poetry month i wanted to challenge myself to have a poem with an accompanying piece of art for each day of the month posted here in this space… Share what you like… both online and off…

Shortlink: http://wp.me/s1eniL-success

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