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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
everything a lie
all of it
as if the lies eventually
become truth
if repeated ad nauseum
and there’s no refuge
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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corrosive by vagabond ©


the moment before
we kissed
the tension built
news cameras and satellites
looking down on us
using our anti-capitalist sentiment
to sell a pill for erectile dysfunction

we needed to reaffirm our righteousness so
we kissed
through the masks covering our face
but this example like the countless others
will be lost on the authoritarians
and those that serve them

the line of riot cops disappeared when
we kissed
just as the tear gas began to clear
and the wind changed direction
and the burning police van
shined like an example of the consequences

what they don’t realize is that
this kiss
in this place at this time
is more corrosive to the death culture management
than a thousand riots
a miscalculation that will cost them everything

– 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… Check back each day to this space for more… And share what you like… both online and off…

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this is a love song by vagabond ©

this is a love song
(for the ypj)

taught to wait for a solution
while we dug graves
led to believe we couldn’t fight
standing on the edge of a crater
where our lives once stood
the smoke rising to frame our shock and awe
rising to frame our passivity
rising to contextualize our loss

continually forced to accept our fate
as the only alternative ever offered
we reject every message that comes from newspaper tv radio
and from behind government office desks
no longer finding use for such things
no longer taking orders from men in uniforms
and ones who claim to know god’s plan personally
this rejection of your ideology defines our liberation

we find defiance stops the bleeding faster
resistance has more to teach us
than your insistence of our acquiescence ever could
the lessons based in fear have been inverted
to be a terrorism for your terror
we have come to the understanding
that we must be the thesis to your anti-thesis
our anarchy must order your manufactured chaos

this is a love song
not a prayer but a love song
not a prayer because you turned god against us
and in time god will have to answer for his sins as well
this is an uptempo blues song for your oppression
a second line funeral dirge a requiem a folk song
we sing it as we bury your evil alongside our loved ones
so they can rest easy knowing you died with them

– 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… Check back each day to this space for more… And share what you like… both online and off…

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looking for trouble by vagabond ©

reputation with trouble
(for the anarchists)

they say don’t go looking for trouble
but we’re cold turkey
on blue pills
vomiting lies
shaking in fear
trembling in anger
at all the opportunities wasted
the constant indignities of it all
keeping us from sleep

they say don’t go looking for trouble
but there’s no turning back now
our mind is fueled
with a full tank of their hypocrisy
racing and whirling and spinning
can’t down shift the transmission
the brake shoes are gone
we’re cutting into the rotors
and it’s all downhill from here

they say don’t go looking for trouble
but the levees broke
and the levels are rising
while the sewers are overflowing
with the opinions of pundit idiots
cashing checks written by the devil
who draws from a wealth of suffering
while the devils helpers
race to spend it all
before the rapture comes

they say don’t go looking for trouble
but whether or not
we believe what we’re told
whether or not there is some truth
in the lies
or lies in the truth
trouble will find us
they send it out
to seek us out
they make trouble homeless
and encourage it
to squat our soul
and evict our peace

they say don’t go looking for trouble
but how is this done
in a world of trouble
how is this done
when trouble comes
if we resist
when trouble will come
if we acquiesce
when trouble comes
looking for us
like a cop with a quota
like a politician on election day
like a salesman on commission

they say don’t go looking for trouble
as if one had to look
well we’re working on
having the kind of reputation with trouble
that makes trouble for trouble
we’ve been looking into
fighting fire with fire
we want to hear it whispered
to trouble and to those who send it
as we walk by
don’t go looking for them
you don’t want any part of that

– 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… Check back each day to this space for more… And share what you like… both online and off…

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May Day Agit-Prop

Renew Your Resistance

Over the years i’ve created a lot agit-prop for various struggles for freedom… i thought it would be a good idea to collect some of that work that i felt was in keeping with the spirit of May Day… Here is a collection that is free to use on a non-profit basis… i only ask that you include the credit “vagabond ©”… Consider it an ongoing gift to the struggle…

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MOVE 35 by vagabond ©
MOVE 35 by vagabond ©

(Originally published last year)

Twenty-eight years ago today on May 13th of 1985 the Philadelphia Police Department under orders from Mayor Wilson Goode dropped a 2 pound bomb of C4 explosives from a Police helicopter onto a row house at 6221 Osage Avenue in the Cobbs Creek area of West Philadelphia in an act of domestic terrorism. That address was the home of a commune know as MOVE, a radical environmental organization of mostly Black people who aggressively promoted a return to natural living. They held a staunch belief in eco-sustainability, promoted animal rights and advocated a strict green politic. They ate raw food, wore their hair in dreadlocks, and changed their last names to Africa in honor of that continent that is the motherland for all people.

The city of Philadelphia and MOVE had been at odds with one another going back at least a decade before the bombing. In 1978 there had been a violent year-long standoff with police that ended with the storming of the MOVE home by police. In the raid Philadelphia Police fired some 2000 rounds into the home. In the ensuing chaos Police officer James Ramp was killed. Nine MOVE members, Chuck, Debbie, Delbert, Eddie, Janet, Janine, Merle, Mike and Phil Africa were arrested and charged with the third degree murder of Police officer James Ramp despite the fact that he was shot in the back of the head suggesting that it was friendly fire and not MOVE that killed officer Ramp. The MOVE 9 have been in prison since then and were denied parole in 2008.

When the Philadelphia Police dropped that 2 pound bomb of C4 explosives from a helicopter on the MOVE house in 1985 it ignited the whole building. The temperature of the fire reached some 2000 degrees. MOVE members were in the basement when the bomb was dropped and as the fire grew hotter and spread they tried to escape the inferno. As they tried to escape Police fired gunshots into the building. MOVE was caught between burning to death or being shot by Police. In the end eleven people were killed. Among the eleven were five children. Only two MOVE members escaped the atrocity. Ramona Africa and 13-year-old Birdy Africa crawled through a basement window and into an alley only to be captured and arrested by Police. Ramona was charged with conspiracy, riot, and multiple counts of simple and aggravated assault. Ramona could have served 16 months if she would just renounce MOVE but she refused and instead served 7 years in prison for the crime of not dying when she should have.

The MOVE house was not the only one to burn to the ground. Sixty-five other homes were destroyed by the bombing. As the fire engulfed the MOVE home and spread the Philadelphia  Fire department stood by and watched the blaze consume other homes for an hour. Neighboring homeowners sued the city for their negligence and only received restitution after years of legal battles with the city.

Ramona Africa was released in 1992 and still lives with MOVE in Philadelphia. She has advocated for the release of the MOVE 9 and Mumia Abu Jamal and other US held political prisoners. She has become a spokesperson for MOVE and continues to struggle for justice… An “investigation” into the bombing of the MOVE house was done but neither Mayor Frank Rizzo nor the Philadelphia Police Department, nor the FBI or any of the “law enforcement” entities were held responsible for the terrorist bombing of the MOVE house or the murder of those six adults and five children…

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John Penley Anarcho Yippie Pt. 1


John Penley is an Anarcho Yippie is a new web series that i’m launching today with a new episode coming each week for the next few weeks. The story of how John became an Anarcho Yippie and what an Anarcho Yippie is, has everything to do with NYC in the 1980’s… John first moved to the Lower East Side of New York City in 1985 and became a freelance photojournalist. His photos were featured in all the daily newspapers like the The Daily News, The NY Post, The New York Times and many other publications. His archive of some 30,000 images was recently acquired by the Tamimnet Library at NYU.

At the end of the summer of 2011 John became homeless. Since then he’s been a part of various Occupy movements in New York, Washington DC, and Asheville NC. In March of 2013 John returned to New York to work on his archive in the library. In true Anarcho Yippie fashion John is also holding a protest against NYU by sleeping on the sidewalk in front of the library that houses his archive to bring attention to NYU’s contribution to the rapid gentrification to the Lower East Side and it’s planned expansion into Greenwich Village. In this episode John talks about his days as a photojournalist and how he came to NYC after serving a federal prison term for jumping bail to join the Yippies on Bleecker Street.

Tune in next week for Part 2 of John Penley Anarcho Yippie…

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