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    dots Submission Name: Disem-Bowel-ed Movementdots

    Author: shaman
    ASL Info:    32/m/Holland,MI
    Elite Ratio:    8 - 821/406/72
    Words: 1796
    Class/Type: Poetry/Venting
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       I am sorry the lines wrap as this doesn't translate perfectly from word. This is a very rough draft of a piece I've been working on. Warning this piece is rated R. It contains imagery of violence, sexuality,spirituality, reality and profanity. Veiwer discretion is advised. I know it's long. If you don't want to read the whole thing please select a stanza at random; you're here anyway
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    dotsDisem-Bowel-ed Movementdots

    The blood of my people is running
    Down the slope of this up hill struggle
    Culture's Vultures pick at the mangled masses
    Disem-bowel-ed Movement
    Fecese formed
    Falling far from freedom
    Caged by our own hands
    Raised in Protest so long
    Our fingertips have lost all blood flow
    Blood's Rerouted to the trunks of these trees
    Rooted on the idea that we'll see change
    Blowing in long winded political speeches
    Politics are just camouflaged penises
    Phallus' ready to fuck us when our eyes close
    Exposed to lies so often
    We have no palette for truth

    Salute the commander and chief
    Bystander to grief
    Starts and unjust war then sends relief
    His political platform is a diving board and soon weíll all be drowning
    Fighting the current events from tents along this corporate shore
    Mercury is burned with coal; toxicity we endure
    Instead of fighting the flu you can fight the vaccine; the FDA labels mercury as a preservative
    Fish are poisonous, Environmental toxins
    Mercury; PCBs, lead, cadmium, Dioxin
    E.P.A refuses to pull tuna from shelves
    Permanently damaging brains of infants and children
    We are the future; brain damaged degenerate cigarette smoking cell-phone toting amnesiacs
    Forget the war on terror
    We are under attack

    Fuck Darwin
    How is forgetting our potential evolution?
    People are selling themselves short everyday;
    Legal prostitution
    The retribution for being gay
    Proposed ban on Marriage;
    To amend the constitution
    The clock strikes midnight
    Your carriage of change is squashed back into a pumpkin
    In our haste we neglect to taste our freedom
    It tastes bitter like dark chocolate
    The sheer thought of freedom stimulates the cannaboid receptors in our brains
    Yet we refrain
    Living a life that we cut and pasted from an episode of Seinfeld
    We dwell in this prison of cubicles and 9-5s and prime time T.V.
    We buy candy bars and fancy car and support monopolies

    We are a feminine culture surrounded by Phallic towers
    These modern erections were flattering at first
    We soon realized they were sc-raping the sky and our values
    Secretly we cheered when two of them fell limp
    Not because innocent people were killed; there is no greater crime than taking human life
    There they lay broken and placid
    Viagra couldnít fix this!
    As patriarchal society gets E.D.
    Balance will be restored
    No longer will our voice be ignored

    Let us restructure ourselves until we are formless
    Better yet form a circle
    A drum
    Drums are really bridges; so let us bridge the gap between poetry and rap
    White and black
    Fiction fact
    He and she
    We must be
    One & the same
    Though various attributes have been ascribed different names;
    Statues of deities lining the mantles of our heartís fireplaces
    We turn on the T.V. so we can embrace the slaughter first hand;
    We hug our Televisions
    Between our fingers runs black sand;
    Hills of the Dakotas taken away to pan for gold
    On E-bay sacred dance and chants and rituals are sold

    If I could be
    So bold
    To try
    To put into words all the cries of eyeless tears
    Parched throats swallowing fear
    Goats milk
    A mother's touch
    As soft as silk
    Hands pray
    Pray to feed their stomachs
    Can't stomach this poverty
    Didn't ask to be born
    Pledged disallegiance
    Sworn that we're torn over every issue
    Duality you see is like a kleenex tissue
    You can blow your nose or wipe your eyes
    In desperation wipe Your ass
    Not that being crass is the answer
    We have amassed a tumor; cancer

    Itís rumored long ago Doctors had no need for stethoscopes;
    Listening to every heart instead of just itís beat
    Allopathy is a disease as is any Philosophy of separation
    You can hear it in most churches sitting in the congregation
    All fagots burn in hell
    Those who dwell on earthly things
    We are all sinners tattooed with tongue rings
    Where is our messiah?
    What form will he or she take?
    How do we bring about change without destruction in itís wake?

    Despite what you may think
    A VW bus; mattress in the back and 8track rocking out the speakers, is not the only vehicle for change
    An acid trip back to the pixie dusted 1960ís wonít really make you fly
    In Fact
    Itíll make you cry
    Sticking in your eyes; half cracked windows to the world
    Dread locks will do exactly that
    Lock you into the dreaded stereotype of being a worthless pot smoking hippie
    Preferring finger painting and playing Frisbee in the park to this 9-5 world

    Boys and girls twirl & dance
    Emancipated from fear and doubt; that is to be taught later, along with gender roles
    Before they learn how to style their hair and what to wear for clothes
    Before they learn that people are to be seen as black and white
    Before their informed of structure; their bodies, how to fight
    Someday theyíll be handed M-16s and hand grenades and told to march into battle
    They are like cattle
    Strewn across and open field
    Lives our on the line to increase the corporate yield
    Maybe thatís true terrorism; one hand turned against another
    Lying in the trenches while they shoot sisters and brothers
    As human life is laid to waste on foreign streets
    Candles lit vigils in pupils; prayers round the world for peace
    Prayers for the cessation of this war for oil
    Weíre battling inflation, poverty, economic toil
    We didnít need another war; to dispose of human life
    Doctorís canít afford to practice;
    The repression of the rife
    Welfare isnít and food stamps donít buy diapers
    Dreams are assassinated quickly
    A nation of snipers
    Windshield wipers
    Dissolve in acid rain
    Politicians never listen
    Their interest, always feigned

    Partnership for a drug free
    Designed to fight
    Heroine, amphetamines, ecstasy, cocaine
    Pot seems to be the hot topic of discussion
    Made a felony with legal repercussions
    Absence of rehabilitation
    A drug by definition
    Any substance that changes the way we
    Or feel
    Why not ban fluorescent lighting
    Bulldoze supermarkets
    Make it illegal to inhale deeply
    Too much oxygen gets you high
    I mean there are pharmaceuticals
    At the cuticles of every teen
    Lithium, Paxil, Prozac,
    Remron, Zoloft, Neurotin,
    Vicodine, Morphine, Oxycontin
    Aspirin, Ibuprofen, Midol ,
    Ritalin, Ephedrine, Nicotine
    Alcohol, Birth control, Adderol, Caffeine

    Surgeon generalís warning
    Cigarette smoking and excess consumption of alcohol may be harmful
    McDonalds will kill you
    One dollar menu item at a time
    And You can have it your way
    You can eat French fries and onion rings
    Cooked in transfats
    You can Drive-thru while wearing a paper hat
    You can
    Drink a glass of tap water if thatís what floats you
    144 contaminants later
    A Diet Coke might have been safer
    Mineral depleting phosphoric acid
    Poisonous Bromide
    Laboratory created
    Super saturated
    High fructose corn syrup
    And Aspartame
    One name for this known carcinogen and neuron toxin
    The FDA
    Keeping American Consumers Safe
    Safe from the truth
    There are over 2000 artificial chemicals commonly used in processed foods
    A N D
    They are all harmful

    Hindis wear bindis hoping to restore their vision
    Seeing beyond this society;
    Cultural prison
    The caste system is still in place
    You can see it in each impoverished face
    And bridge-cards fill school yards with malnourished children
    Malnourished because
    No matter how hard they suck on Uncle Samís nipple;
    No Milk will flow
    Most babies arenít breast fed
    Children are being fathered by the television
    We are the children whoís fundamental rights have been put on the back burner
    For convenience sake
    The Ozone is being depleted
    For convenience sake
    The air we breathe
    For convenience sake
    200 hundred year old trees are cut down
    Replaced with saplings
    For convenience sake
    God forbid we have to dry our hands or wipe our assí with recycled paper

    Forbidden Gods;
    The golden calf belonged to a yogi;
    Sitting in Lotus smiling
    Buddha was a stick figure
    But China celebrates an obese saint;
    If Buddha was obese than he was well taken care of
    Did Jesus dare love;
    A single woman?
    Marry Mary
    If so maybe miracles were merely moments spent
    Lost in each otherís gaze
    When we finally taste the fruit
    Weíll find that we contain the tree
    All our actions
    Divisible fractions of eternity

    When the Dow Jones leaves you feeling cross
    Eye the Tao Te Jing
    It will bring understanding;
    Clarity, a sense of peace
    Realize that 70% our bodies are comprised of water
    70% of the earth is comprised of water
    We are microcosms of the universe
    The universe being verse united
    And we are beings united in verse
    Speaking the word of the day
    Each day holds sway
    And once recited
    It will never be again

    Itís imperative you listen to the narrative of the stars
    If only to realize our story is the same
    Like the nebulas we too are spinning
    We are constellations
    A series of stars; some shine brighter, but are all connected
    Reflected in our pupils;
    Portrayals of the divine
    And we are fine with love
    Just not love expression

    Viewed as another word to imply ownership;
    God is the expression of love
    For fear of being viewed as objects
    We object to God
    In doing so we object to ourselves
    The kingdom is within us
    If we deny it
    Deny ourselves
    Let us clear the dust and cobwebs off our heartís shelves
    Maybe than compassion wouldnít have to be
    Rationed so carefully
    Finally opening our eyes
    Lifting this veil of reality
    The Sun will rise
    From itís tomb
    We shall be free

    We shall be reborn in the absence of a womb
    Christed in our consciousness
    We each carry three crossí
    Every soul is blessed
    This pain
    Earthly endeavor
    All are finite things
    Forced along the path of time
    As the pendulum swings
    Energy can never die
    It merely transforms
    We will someday realize we are the eye of this storm
    Godís peace
    A piece of God
    God needs us to be whole
    We donít really have a choice or voice
    We are one soul

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      I've read this a few times to give it its just due before I responded here. There are some poems that I do in passes, when I am writing, I might take notes or research ideas and just jot stuff down, themantic ideas or phrases that catch me . . . whatever, it's different with each poem. When I work this way I go back and take the main ideas and transform them, kinda like the sculptor who chips away at a slab of stone, hones it into something artful. This poem is my idea of one of my own "slab" beginnings before the slice and dice. It's long, but that doesn't scare me off. Nor does it impress me, because I figure you must have something to say if you're gonna write anything that long. There are some inaccuracies to your ideas, but the content is yours and I won't infringe upon that. The essential message is a [censored] session, but it never points to something better than itself, which is okay too. There are several spelling errors and grammatical mistakes, and these in any poet are unforgiveable. I won't break them down and be petty, only point it out and say, work on that. The poem itself is unfinished and crude, raw . . . undistilled. In its present form it comes across as preachy and doesn't allow the reader to interact so much as be acted upon. It doesn't reveal, it rants. There is a subtlety missing here, like sledgehammer blows on a piano, bang, bang, bang, with no melody or any real internal scheme to hold it all together. In places it reads like a laundry list, but the lists don't really conjure up anything important . . . they just take up space and that's not good for a piece this long.

    You've obviously spent some time on it and I feel for your creative low point. We all go through that from time to time. I value a lot of what you're trying to say here, but I think you'd be doing these weighty ideas a disservice by not spending more time developing them. It's like a strip tease and this old fat broad strolls out on stage already naked and just stands there. There's a potential for great excitement here, a dance, elegant and elaborate. It needs more work, little brother!
    | Posted on 2005-03-02 00:00:00 | by Vancrown | [ Reply to This ]
      im just sorry i came to university : explanation = hence i have four essays waiting to be written and i can't read this all right now...i'll be back."Salute the commander and chief
    Bystander to grief" i don't normally like rhyme but you make it work. congrats :) ellisa
    | Posted on 2004-11-28 00:00:00 | by ellisa | [ Reply to This ]
      will you marry me in the eyes of your god?!
    seriously captivating, yet I think Currently not titled could still be amended slightly.Or do you feel it is finished?This is the best train of thought I've come across since I found this site, the ideas you express are close to my heart- your motivations are passionate(thank u)- and the extent of your knowledge on the various pollutants and additives we greedily gobble up is enlightening-Im going to read the rest of your work,Please continue to post such truthful desirable work.A pleasure to read.I think you should perhaps condense certain stanzas.Too sleepy!
    p.s I'll be back
    | Posted on 2004-10-17 00:00:00 | by weepingwillow | [ Reply to This ]
      This was trippy to read since it sounded like my own head ranting, though I couldn't be arsed to write it all out. My hat off to you for spelling it out, and even trippier were phases that have rung through my head recently...especially 'in the eye of the storm'...for some weeks now I've been aware of many negative situations but strangely since 21st December I woke up with new eyes (or something like that) and this description came to my mind as the way I feel. It's like you just put the last weeks of my thoughts in front of my face. I'm amazed...
    | Posted on 2005-01-10 00:00:00 | by Shea Comet | [ Reply to This ]
      I can see why your reading of this garnered raves. It's compact and interesting, it's rant with truths to awaken us, the sound of fingercymbals clash over
    disonnance. You take us on a ride, but the ending is clear, there's only us. I think we will be surprised at how long people have agreed, but sadly things have to get worse before anyone moves on living differently.
    I admire your spunk and audacity, and have to say if purpose be known, this idea is for all of us who write.
    Maybe the cut and bite that wisdom tolls might give way to listening... or that's what I've been told.
    Brilliant write, thanks for sharing,
    | Posted on 2004-12-03 00:00:00 | by nansofast | [ Reply to This ]

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