Living In ‘Merica

How many protest songs do we have to sing?
I am weary of hearing continuing tales of sadness
Wrapped in verses fraught with pain and angst
Over repeated generational injustices sustained
Voices of outrage covered in angry tears
How many more times can we see things before we are numb?
To the atrocities and genocide
Plastered on our timelines every day
Angry we have to feel some kind of way
The smell of fear and loathing permeate the air
While misinformation and mistrust hold hands
Stroking a latent xenophobia
As the media ringmaster plans the next move
We only see what they want us to see
#editedtruthforthemasses
The news has become a cage match
We are forced to defend our outrage
That often falls on deaf ears covered in privilege and ignorance
Vetted by FOX they believe their source is infallible
And are quick to respond that “All Lives Matter”
When the loss of life is Black in blue hands
(say officer three times fast…Overseer)

But this is not a new scenario
We never really left this plantation matrix
Morphing slavery into sharecropping and strange fruit into video lynching
We have cried for our mothers/fathers/sons/daughters
For years we have tried to tell our side of the story
But verbal truth was always discounted
And we had lying eyes…
Now technology is our oculus for knowledge
Instantaneous verification is still questioned
And police are hardly ever arrested…
Disbelieving eyes glazed over to crimes against people of color
Who are shot and asked questions later
This can’t be real in 2016 some might say
Where can you go without seeing/hearing this almost every day?
Shot while walking
Shot on the ground
Shot for wearing a hoodie
Shot in a car
Shot for selling cigarettes/cds
Shot from a distance…
The pattern of injustice is incomprehensible
This epoch’s version of Jim Crow
Seems as if more they try to come clean, the less we know
And we have railed against the establishment with marches and such
But we have not hit them in their pockets much
So the directive now seems clear
The only way to affect change is to monetarily strike fear
In those who seek to quell our existence
We can no longer be passive in our insistence
To be protected and preserved
and our voices will be heard
When remind them of our financial power
Monetarily we can affect change
#boycott2016
And the reverberations of our dissent will demand attention
Time for this paradigm to be eradicated
Because the time for excuses is expired
And this time the Revolution is Streaming Live….

Negus

Wassup My Negus?
No I didn't stutter or call you out of pocket
I called you by a moniker of love
Lost in translation
Taken out of context
and filled with poison
there is no longer room for error
Let’s take our lexes back

The sum of us reflected In the Cosmos
Spinning and creating infinite space
Light and dark swirling together in the extraterrestrial vastness
Metaphysical landmarks mark epochs on a cosmic calendar
And we exist only in the last 20 minutes of our universes clock
Yet time seems irrelevant when spirit
Is on hiatus
But our evolution is pre ordained…

Descended from royalty
We understand the original gravity of words
As we modify negative obsolete definitions
And start with one suggestion
Naturally Enlightened Gods Understand Spirituality
Know your value
for we are NEGUS.

Look Within

I thought our worst days were behind us
In the distance seemed we were evolving
but our rapid evolution blinds us
the call of advancement binds us
LOOK WITHIN...

In the wake of a million likes, tweets and swipes
Under the guise of instant information
facts are often unchecked and untrue…
We are succumbing to mind altering advancements
that 40 years ago seemed impossible
which to some, seems like a long time but is just a microcosm
of our brief time on this orb...
LOOK WITHIN...

It seems that the closer we seem to get to higher consciousness
Technology gives us distractions disguised as infotainment
that derails and diffuses linear thought
so that we aimlessly amass knowledge of someone’s choosing
in this growing selfie society that grew out of the ME generation
there is a disconnect from real social connection
It’s easier exhibiting affection in emojis and pms…
No need to go see the fam when you can Skype or Facebook
Better than back in the day when #booksmatter
kids spent more time playing outside than on a console
and punishment for acting out was a thing
respect was the word of the day
And tv was something you watched for news and laughs…
But as time changes so do we…
LOOK WITHIN...

What is our path to a spiritual awakening?
It’s said we are individual universes
All spinning in our own galaxies
Destined for greatness our paths often unclear
We can feel isolated and lost
forgetting we are connected
By a dissonnant cord
that when unified brings harmony
and we see our common humanity
LOOK WITHIN...

The journey to the next level will need a collective leap
To our higher selves…
Then our Earthsong can be complete.
©2016 Deb Townes