700 Events – 550 Cities – 95 Countries!
Poetry
is the catalyst, it inspires
creative solution, and can only speak truth, it is
based in love and compassion for
every living thing that has
inherited the
Breath
of
Life
-yvonne de la vega, member 100 TPC
The Three Pillars of Sustainability
100 Thousand Poets For Change is dedicated to “Peace and Sustainability”. The Three Pillars of Sustainability is the base concept of a formula that, if embraced and truly understood will bring the Change we seek, once the rest of the World has grasped it. This is why we are gathering, we must grasp an understanding of this higher consciousness, and spread the word with our poetry. It isn’t the 3 Pillars teaching alone, it is the commitment to the world we share in our quest to survive and heal our Mother Earth. The 3 pillars are seen in Los Angeles’ 100 TPC logo representing our commitment to the 100 Thousand Poets For Change movement. If you’d like to learn more about sustainability click on the title link above.
Only Love, Peace & Sustainability.
Yvonne de la Vega,
100 TPC – Los Angeles
THE SCHEDULE OF EVENTS ON THE WEST LAWN AND SPARC STAGE
LOS ANGELES’ 100 TPC – WORLD POETRY FESTIVAL is a group of Los Angeles poets and poetry organizers that have come together to plan the Los Angeles segment of the global event. (See list of organizers and pictorial below)
The Visual Artist For Change Gallery on The Lawn, and a costume festival with awards for Best Costumes in the following categories:
Best Costume for Change, Best Renaissance Poet, Best Dead Poet, Best Beat Poet group & Renaissance Group. Prizes vary, 1 year membership with Beyond Baroque, 100 TPC T-Shirts designed by the Niger Delta Anti-Cultist Movement and 100 TCP poets of Niger Delta. Cash Prize for BEST Poet For Change Costume.
Also, the event’s 3 most memorable poems will be awarded by a recording and WORDBEATRemix of spoken word and music.
Some photos from the 100 TCP WORLD POETRY FESTIVAL
Saturday , September 24th, 2011
still uploading and sorting through a million more… If you have photos, enter them into the comment box at the bottom of this page.

Michael Rothenberg and I marveled at the rapid growth of this project, sometimes talking so fast the world would seem to spin. I've come to realize that our telephone conversations are a brainstorming that is absolutely necessary in order to handle this global event with the required pacing. Having just jumped on a week ago, I am not yet overwhelmed but instead, as realistic as the calm before the storm. Having organized large events in the past, and recognizing the swell of flurries, I teased him on the telephone with little whispers of, "Ya think you're swamped now? ...It's gonna get worse." I asked him when he had started. I think he said 3 months ago ...read more of The ThreePillars of Sustainability__________________________________________As L.A. Poets Unite To define the outstanding persona and quest of the L.A Poet, would entail the run through of the history of the city itself. There is much history in every humanistic aspect of plight in regard to oppression and racism, and the progress of change. If you study the rise of the Los Angeles Boosters, and the violence it took to create this mecca in a dry desert wasteland, there’s no wonder that film noir originated here. But go even further back, during the war between the United States and Mexico in 1846, Los Angeles was occupied by an American garrison, but the citizens drove the fifty-man brigade out of town. Because of the city’s history, Johnston McCully recreated Los Angeles in the early days for his setting, as it was a perfect place from where his hero Zorro arose, and in defense of whom?… THE PEOPLE! Charles Bukowski stands out in our minds amongst the best poets of modern poetry. He wasn’t really one of the Beats, although his readers like to romantically place him amongst them. But Hank was different. He was cool .... like most L.A. Poets, Bukowski spoke with a rolling realism and a subtle humor beneath every bottom line and the difference between Bukowski and the Beats is, Charles Bukowski was an L.A. Poet. full on, full out, through and through. And it is his realism and sincerity, however cynical, that has attracted many to his poetry and short stories. Of course… he was one of us. Poetry In Motion Series Readers from Left to Right: Anne Beattes, Tommy Swerdlow, Hubert Selby Jr., Katey Sagal, Yvonne de la Vega, Michael Lalley, Michael O'Keefe, Jack Grapes, Eve Brandstein, robert Downey Jr., Lotus Weinstock, MK Harris, Michael DesBarres, Joel Lipman, Carolyn Duqrois. at CAFE LARGO 1992 All in all, because we as poets fight the Good Fight, the Los Angeles Poet is one that uniquely bonds to his fellow poet and there is love, honor and camaraderie between us. We know one another personally, and have known each other for decades.We help each other with the organization of events and support each other without having to be on the bill. We support one another for the love and sake of the Spoken Word. This is just one of the beautiful things about being a Los Angeles Poet. LA POETS UNITE! Founder 100 Thousand Poets For Change, Michael Rothenberg
Michael Rothenberg – Founder and Brain behind 100 Thousand Poets For Change – a dedicated and true voice in Poetry today. Big Bridge Editor and Publisher at Big Bridge an online literary and arts magazine http://www.facebook.com Michael Rothenberg is a poet, songwriter, editor and publisher of Big Bridge, www.bigbridge.org His poems have been published widely in literary reviews, His poetry books include Man/Women, a collaboration with Joanne Kyger. 100 TPC Founder, member/affiliate World Poetry Movement.
Yvonne de la Vega – Los Angeles Poet and poetry journalist. The Los Angeles Poets For Change Events producer, public relations Produced and coordinated “Hollywood Cops For Kids“, special guests and donors included Faye Dunaway, Pricilla Presley and Dwight Yokum. A member of Art Speaks “Just Us” a featured poet at several Art Speaks events with focus on raising awareness to help end police brutality Nationwide. Proud member 100 TPC . Affiliate/ member World Poetry Movement www.yvonnedelavega .com
Richard is the Executive Director of Beyond Baroque Literary Arts Center, in Venice, California. Born and raised in the San Fernando Valley (Los Angeles, California suburb) of Jewish-Irish parents (and later nurtured by Japanese stepmother). One younger brother, a gay activist, now deceased, inspired his commitment to human rights, and is a member of Poets for Human Rights. At the University of Hawaii, he became an anti-war activist and read poet Gary Snyder’s essay “Buddhism and Anarchism,” and then was turned on to Paul Goodman poet/novelist/psychotherapist/anarchist. Richard later joined New York City Branch of the Industrial Workers of the World while attending NYU (presently a member of the Socialist Party USA and the Buddhist Peace Fellowship but still is anarcho-syndicalist in outlook). Richard has written reviews and politics column for the The Independent Reviews Site and is presently a co-director of Poets on the Half Shell.
Milo Martin – Creator of The Overhead Projector Series of the legendary ONYX Readings. 2 Time Slam Champion Winner with The Hollywood Slam Team, Poetry Editor at TheNervousBreakdown.com, and DJ Host of WordBeat Radio, Milo is a street poet with a Masters Degree in Poetry from UCLA. His book “Poems for The Utopian Nihilist” is one filled with finely channeled poems in a unique and honest voice that always finds the good in every observance, transposed by the well traveled poet and nuance archival that Milo Martin is.
- Mike The Poet Sonsken, Los Angeles Organizer
Mike The Poet Sonsken- Co-founder Getunderground.com. & Jointz Magazine. Famous for his L.A.City Tours.As a third generation L.A. native, his tours of Hollywood with Red Line Tours & the Museum of Neon Art incorporate poetry & L.A. history. Also host of the perfect poetry readings at Stella Adler Conservatory in Hollywood. His book of poetry. “I Am Alive In Los Angeles” is used in many of the curriculums of High Schools and Universities around Southern Californiia.
Jessica M. Wilson – Los Angeles Poet and Writer, founder of the Los Angeles Poet Society, the downtown Art Walk’s Writers’ Row, and also the SoapBox Poets, a group consisting of writers, musicians, and artists. Events Coordinator for 100 TPC.
Douglas Steindorf Ex-Marine and poet who will host a group of ex-military writers. They will speak on topics ranging from the flawed and unfair judicial system to police brutality. His line- up to date includes Poet Steve Abee, Dennis Cruz, and Paul Gallagher banned UK writer, comic, filmmaker, activist.
Rafael Jose Francisco Alvarado hosted for Douglas. Rafael is a long time supporter of poetry.
Christian Elder – Organizer of the Lollapalooza Poetry Slams. Producer and co-host of the seminal LA poetry series, SpokenHeard with LA Poet Mauro Monteiro and The LA Speak Easy with Nelson Gary Author “Twin Volumes” (Ethelrod Press). Christian has long been dedicating himself to the recognition of the Los Angeles poetry scene’s most distinctive voices.
Denise Lyles- Cook, organizer – Published author, motivational speaker, singer, spoken word artist, choreographer, producer, director, actor, dancer, and is a well known healer in the field of massage/movement therapy. 2 musical CD’s which accompany her books, “Full Circle” and “I Gotta Story To Tell” encompassing R&B, Jazz, and Spoken Word fusion.
Conney Williams, Author of Poetry Collection: Leave of Spilled Spirit From an Untamed Poet (Casowary Press) and Host of The World Stage segment of the event.
Antonieta Vilamil – Organizer of La Poesia Festival, hosting the segment of 100 TPC Spanish Poetry reading, member of The World Poetry Movement from Medellin, Columbia, author of several books of poetry, with more than eleven books in print. She was born in Colombia in 1962. She is an international award winning bilingual poet, editor, translator and cultural organizer. Her work was featured in the documentary film “Voices in Wartime”: www.voicesinwartime.org. Her honors include: 2011 LATINO BOOK AWARD, International poetry prize Gastón
Baquero 2001 with her book “Cliff of Dream”/“Acantilados del Sueño”; Prose Poems Project Prize in 2002 for “Migration Fields”; Poetry in Motion Project to “Green Shoes”.
Steve Abee has published two books: King Planet, a collection of stories and poems, and The Bus: Cosmic Ejaculations of the Daily Mind in Transit, a novel. He is a middle school English teacher & 100 TPC – Los Angeles host.
___________________________________”The dark seedy underbelly” of Los Angeles is so often paraphrased, yet people who were not born here have no real idea of the depths of “seedy” and it’s birth in a town where one mustn’t step into the shadows of almost anything here, while by day, all bask in the hottest spot of sexy, Southern California. It’s the dichotomy of these two factors that lend to the broad ranged fluidity of the distinctive L.A Poet’s Voice. The beauty of the light, be it stage light or sun light, a city of beauty, and the obsessions of those who desire it, make both the wiser ones and the defeated ones. They, who would walk the desperate consequences of the shadowed path. And it is there, where, in the dark lay the Poet’s calling, to experience the suffering of it and survive. until the dawn of light where pen and paper and apple mac awaits their transpositions. -Yvonne de la Vega, Native Angeleno
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We Have A Goal -100 Thousand Poets For Change
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Mike The Poet Sonsken by Bianca Smith
WOW! What an undertaking, guess the world needs a little attention and a lot of TLC! Congrats on this great page and event
See you Saturday Cuz!
Is there going to be space for visual artists at this event? I would like to participate if so.
Dr Robert
Dr.Robert’s Fine Art Studio
Los Angeles, CA 90048
theholodoc@gmail.com
Sounds like a great event!
Hope the wrong address on the flyer, above, doesn’t confuse anyone. It’s nowhere near Los Angeles, poetically speaking. Here’s the correct address for Beyond Baroque.
681 Venice Blvd.
Venice, CA 90291
Let’s all run for school board nest year! It would change EVERYTHING if poets chose all the textbooks and reading lists for incoming students.
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TRYING TO DRAG THE BEAUTY OUT OF A FLOWER
By G. Murray Thomas
The rose explodes in fiery red.
I trace the silky outline of a petal,
Search for the scent, the seduction,
the mystery.
The rose disintegrates in my hand.
The news explodes in blocked out black.
The president speaks, the people tremble.
The flags seem stuck at half their mast.
The crowds shuffle, they whisper and argue
and leave blossoming bouquets behind.
My heart implodes into pools of lead.
I read, I watch, I turn away.
The television drones, while I numbly
walk out to my garden
And try to drag
the beauty out of a flower.
(From My Kidney Just Arrived, Tebot Bach Press, 2011)
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Performed at Beyond Baroque, Venice, CA. 100,000 Poets
9/24/11
in G Murray Thomas’s set :
Extended Me minus Ruth 4/10
In the history of modern dance in between the two great pioneers Isadora Duncan and Martha Graham there was a woman named Ruth St. Denis; and when asked “Miss Ruth, why do you dance?” she replied:
“The gods have want that I should dance, and in some distant hour I will move to the unheard rhythms of the cosmic orchestra of heaven, and you will know my wordless poem, and you will come to me. That is why I dance!”
My response to her:
Without understanding Why
My Poetry Pours-forth-from-me
Spilling, Splashing, Clashing
Against the Galaxy
Flitting from Truth to Fantasy
Searching for Similarities
Exposing my Insecurities
Celebrating my Strengths
I Create; I Compose
in Defiance of Those
with Closed-minds and Little Hearts
Extolling their Evil Intelligence
Greedy for More than they Need
Ignoring while Others Suffer Bleed
Believing their God Wants Them to Rape You
No God Wishes Humans Harmed.
No God Makes Man More-than Woman
No God Wants War.
We Know this.
We All Know this,
Yet, Wars Wage While We Watch
TV, paparazzi, Virtual Reality
(Famous People)
Waiting for someOne to Do someThing
Waiting for the Right Moment…
Come On (Seize it)
Look- around- you
You are Not Alone
We are With you
And Together we are Mighty
Can Make Miracles
But We Need You,
and Your Unique Values
those God Given Gifts
Grand and Glorious
Given to You to Give to Us
Trust
Follow your Natural impetus (Ambition)
No Need to be Heroic Deeds
With Mere Words
You Me We Merge,
Become one
Share the Agonies and the Ecstasies
as it should be ( Let it Happen)
That is Why I Dance, Perform, my Poetry
Mona Jean Cedar
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Matt Sedillo

Jeffrey Alan Rochlin

Jayson Pida

Joie Schmidt

James Berkowitz
Antonieta Villamil
Mark Lipman of Revolutionary Poets Brigade
Peter Justus
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Fabulous opportunity to be at one with voices for peace and transformation through the power of the word and the mighty pulse of the heart and mind.
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I’m over ninety years old and was not feeling quite well enough to come, but I was thankful that my friend and teacher, Doraine Poretz, read the poem at the festival, a poem I refined at her workshop, Writing Down The Music Of Your Life. Thanks to you all for carrying poetry in your heart and spirit.
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What a fantastic event. I am so proud to have been a part of it. Many thanks to Yvonne De LaVega and Mike The Poet Sonksen for giving me a spot. Here’s the piece I performed in Venice that night:
THE RAT FUCK MANIFESTO!
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Peace through Death
Make way for the funeral march of endangered species
in Iraq – call out to those who are leaving.
Wave goodbye to the Socotra cormorant, the white-headed
duck, the marbled teal, imperial eagle, kestrel,
lapwing warbler, little grebe, sand plover, curlew, white-cheeked
tern, even the wild goat.
Make way for the wilderness of uranium:
bullets, tanks, shells, bombs,
and a fresh coating of oxide dust.
Say hello to the mighty Cruise Missile,
wave goodbye to the greater-spotted eagle.
A small boy walks down the bleached streets
of Fallouja and asks his father,
“What kind of birds are those?”
His father answers,
“Those, my son, are helicopters and drones. They eat
all the other birds in the sky and bring us lasting peace
through lasting death.”
-John Gardiner
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[file]https://100tpc.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/Dilsizian.doc[/file]
[file]https://100tpc.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/KamalAtaturkInTheKitchen.doc[/file]
[file]https://100tpc.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/TheHouseOfMyAncestors.doc[/file]
[file]https://100tpc.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/TheWeight.doc[/file]
September 24 2011 brought the world together to wake all of us to channel our voices
of Change, to a world that strives to unite with reason and purpose to bring hope and peace within social, environmental and political spheres.
I am first generation Armenian American and these enclosed poems are both a reflection of my personal and familial experiences. They have taught me to respect the courage of all who still suffer under prejudice and I believe that the Universe does hear and in its time will respond.
FLAG
Some flags stand tall for love of country
Some fly half-mast for those who died
Some wave for heroes living and those who lost but tried
Some shake their flags like pompoms
My country right or wrong
Others unfurl in hopes to show they truly do belong
Some bluster like vandalous victors after a sports championship game
Others limply undulate and say we’ll never be the same
Some snap to show support for the dropping of mass bombs
Others fly flags and humbly pray to feed the starving throngs
Some see the flag as a bloody rag
Fouled by dictators we’ve empowered
As news tongues wag, the bullets zigzag
Making third world people cower
Can we wave this flag in spite of all the wrongs been done?
Perhaps if we right those wrongs before our day is done
Stolen land and genocide cannot now be undone
But we can strive to keep King’s Dream alive until at last it’s won
And not just for us in one country but a world of people treated equally
A world safe for children everywhere
And yes, for whales, and trees, and clean air
I hold fast my flag for freedom and the right to dissent
And for my right to protest I will not repent
I trudge with my flag for truth and to chase away the lies
Of the corporate police state that aims to cut us down to size
I cherish my flag because we have church and state separation
I love my flag because we ended legal segregation
I rouse my flag for an end to environmental degradation
I whip and flap my flag because there is still a chance
To make our country free if we wake up from this trance
Of mindless acceptance of all we are told
And dare to act as founding fathers: though out-powered-BOLD!
World Bank, International Money Fund
We’re putting you on notice-the march has begun
Sic Semper Tyrantus, Thus ever to tyrants; Do Not Tread On Me
Don’t merely say America’s changed as they revoke civil liberties
“Give me liberty or give me death,” shouted Patrick Henry
I’d rather death by terrorists than death to the land of the free
They want us to be quiet now about their secret deals and schemes
But we must march and shout out loud or forever lose our dreams
And when we march they perhaps may call us terrorists
But protecting freedom is something, which never comes without risks
I swirl my flag for Suffragettes, American female liberation
While elsewhere flags crackle and burn in flames of condemnation
My flag becomes a veil, a shroud as I pray for Afghani women, and
For no one’s safety but access to oil, that’s what this war’s about winning
Revere this flag? Then don’t forget your pledge to this nation:
Allegiance to Democracy, sworn to in all our relations
My flag sings for Cindy Sheehan, for gays & those who use each breath
To remind us daily that Silence = Death
The flag’s been sewn on the jeans of hippies
And flower children, who marched in the sixties
It’s been protected by men like Nader and every Greenpeace instigator
I hail my flag for those who protest nuclear power and waste
I grasp it proudly for Granny D, who marched across the United States
She was marching for campaign finance reform to raise Democracy up REBORN!
My flag twirls for Jerry Brown, for windmills and moonbeams
It fuels the flames of anarchist protesting WTO schemes
I pump my flag for those who have the guts to make a stand
To back down Big Brother before he sweeps freedom from all land
I hoist my flag for Union folk with youth marching in Seattle
If Woody Guthrie were alive today he would sing us through this battle
This land is your land not corporate domain.
This land is my land. Will it remain your land, my land?
If you look you will find each generation must take the time
To preserve justice, protect freedom for all
For it’s never guaranteed. We, we must answer the call!!!
I pray one-day borders all will be free, with all Earth rejoicing in equality
For all of the Earth, & all of her creatures, a new respect stretching Far & Wide…at last, the global village affirming together:
Peace, Harmony, Let Nature Abide…
By: Kennon B. Raines
Love Bomb
I was walking down the street of peeling paper, paste, graffiti
When the handwriting on the wall struck me as a portent treaty.
The words I saw claimed the weapon of the future is music.
I thought wouldn’t that be beautiful and my brain began to tick.
This thought stayed with me like a song.
I thought about all day long.
Then one night, while on my way to practice with the gospel choir
This tiny thought that was a spark fanned itself into a fire!
Music is part of the arsenal of ammunition,
One of many special agents serving this new mission,
Special agents of a high intelligence organization,
With plans for a weapon to revolutionize every nation!
And what is this new weapon?
Will it drop like a bomb from above?
This is no secret weapon,
The weapon’s name is LOVE!
Just think of how beautiful the casualties would be.
Though not radioactive they would beam radiantly.
If we don’t use this weapon there’s not much hope for the land.
Like a bullet that’s kept from release the gun explodes in your hand!
Like that we rip our flesh apart when we trap love’s expression.
We must teach our enemies trust to free them from aggression.
We don’t need no TV game-show, politician, priest
To intervene for us and rule the world as God’s mouthpiece.
We don’t need to wait for some Bonzo to push the button.
Each and every one of us has access to this weapon.
So person your stations, 5-4-3-2-1
It’s time to drop the LOVE BOMB!!!
Kennon B. Raines
Written sometime in the 1980’s NYC
Luvolution
It’s the Love, It’s the Love, It’s the Love, It’s the Luvolution
It’s the Love, It’s the Love, It’s the Love, It’s the Luvolution
(chorus)
Join the Luvolution
It’s a joyful revolution
It’s a thorough evolution
Of our souls, minds, mission, times
Join the Luvolution
It’s a joyful revolution
It’s a thorough evolution
Of our souls, minds, mission, times
Peace…Now!
Peace…How?
Where? In our hearts
Wars should never start
Can we stop it…how?
We need compassion now!
Start in our hearts
Each must do our part
(repeat Luvolution chorus)
Stand for TRUTH Join the Luvolution…Hey!!!
Demand the proof
Don’t be hypnotized
By reported lies
Rise to the test
Express the best
Of what we have to give
Help heal the way we live
(repeat Luvolution chorus)
Fill…needs
Stop corporate greed
We must take our planet back
Before we lose all track
Of FREEDOM…yes!
For a world that’s blest
No longer anymore
Exploiting nature and the poor
(repeat Luvolution chorus)
Do you know
Which way to go
Gandhi, MLK
Show a better way
If you know what’s right
Then get up and fight
But not with your fists
Your heart you must enlist
(Repeat Luvolution chorus)
Join the Luvolution…Hey!!!
Join the Luvolution…Hey!!!
Join the Luvolution…Today!!!
Join the Luvolution…Hey!!!
Join the Luvolution…Hey!!!
Join the Luvolution…Today!!!
Words & Music by Kennon B. Raines
FLAG
Some flags stand tall for love of country
Some fly half-mast for those who died
Some wave for heroes living and those who lost but tried
Some shake their flags like pompoms
My country right or wrong
Others unfurl in hopes to show they truly do belong
Some bluster like vandalous victors after a sports championship game
Others limply undulate and say we’ll never be the same
Some snap to show support for the dropping of mass bombs
Others fly flags and humbly pray to feed the starving throngs
Some see the flag as a bloody rag
Fouled by dictators we’ve empowered
As news tongues wag, the bullets zigzag
Making third world people cower
Can we wave this flag in spite of all the wrongs been done?
Perhaps if we right those wrongs before our day is done
Stolen land and genocide cannot now be undone
But we can strive to keep King’s Dream alive until at last it’s won
And not just for us in one country but a world of people treated equally
A world safe for children everywhere
And yes, for whales, and trees, and clean air
I hold fast my flag for freedom and the right to dissent
And for my right to protest I will not repent
I trudge with my flag for truth and to chase away the lies
Of the corporate police state that aims to cut us down to size
I cherish my flag because we have church and state separation
I love my flag because we ended legal segregation
I rouse my flag for an end to environmental degradation
I whip and flap my flag because there is still a chance
To make our country free if we wake up from this trance
Of mindless acceptance of all we are told
And dare to act as founding fathers: though out-powered-BOLD!
World Bank, International Money Fund
We’re putting you on notice-the march has begun
Sic Semper Tyrantus, Thus ever to tyrants; Do Not Tread On Me
Don’t merely say America’s changed as they revoke civil liberties
“Give me liberty or give me death,” shouted Patrick Henry
I’d rather death by terrorists than death to the land of the free
They want us to be quiet now about their secret deals and schemes
But we must march and shout out loud or forever lose our dreams
And when we march they perhaps may call us terrorists
But protecting freedom is something, which never comes without risks
I swirl my flag for Suffragettes, American female liberation
While elsewhere flags crackle and burn in flames of condemnation
My flag becomes a veil, a shroud as I pray for Afghani women, and
For no one’s safety but access to oil, that’s what this war’s about winning
Revere this flag? Then don’t forget your pledge to this nation:
Allegiance to Democracy, sworn to in all our relations
My flag sings for Cindy Sheehan, for gays & those who use each breath
To remind us daily that Silence = Death
The flag’s been sewn on the jeans of hippies
And flower children, who marched in the sixties
It’s been protected by men like Nader and every Greenpeace instigator
I hail my flag for those who protest nuclear power and waste
I grasp it proudly for Granny D, who marched across the United States
She was marching for campaign finance reform to raise Democracy up REBORN!
My flag twirls for Jerry Brown, for windmills and moonbeams
It fuels the flames of anarchist protesting WTO schemes
I pump my flag for those who have the guts to make a stand
To back down Big Brother before he sweeps freedom from all land
I hoist my flag for Union folk with youth marching in Seattle
If Woody Guthrie were alive today he would sing us through this battle
This land is your land not corporate domain.
This land is my land. Will it remain your land, my land?
If you look you will find each generation must take the time
To preserve justice, protect freedom for all
For it’s never guaranteed. We, we must answer the call!!!
I pray one-day borders all will be free, with all Earth rejoicing in equality
For all of the Earth, & all of her creatures, a new respect stretching Far & Wide…at last, the global village affirming together:
Peace, Harmony, Let Nature Abide…
By: Kennon B. Raines
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ONCE AGAIN, HERE I AM
Once again I find myself
Reflecting on the past decisions of my present existence
Wondering if the pattern can be broken
Here I am contemplating
The who, what, where, and how of it all
The why of my heart, mind, soul expectations
Once again I ask the G-d in me to surface
To take control of the chaotic state of affairs of my life
Bringing order to this disheveled and taxed surrounding we call life
Here I am begging for the answers that I already possess
Sometimes I just really don’t want to know
And I realize the questions don’t really make sense
Once again I recognize the clarity with which I have an ability to see
To see the truth of life’s occurrences
The balance that must exist for all to be right with the world
Here I am hoping to make a difference in
The spirits, entities, and souls of the universe
Giving all that I have inside to give and sometimes forgetting the spirit I call myself
Once again I bow to the final outcome
I submit and give praise, honor and adoration to the G-d self in me
I acknowledge, accept and move through the actions and reactions,
the inevitable cause and effects of my life
Here I am
Content with myself, with you, the universe
And the ultimate presence of G-d
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I Gotta Story To Tell
CHORUS
Listen closely now you all come near
I’ve gotta story to tell
Listen closely now
You have no fear
I won’t tell you no tales
What you hear can set you free
If you have heart to care
What you hear could only be
Your words for me to share
BRIDGE
I’ll tell the truth
I’ll tell it straight
When it’s my time
At the pearly gates
I gotta story to tell you
I gotta story to tell
I really want to prepare you
For what I have to share
TAG
The wise men said
We need to know
Speak to us ORACLE
Tell us what we need to hear
VERSE I (SPOKEN)
As old as G-d is
I will always be a child
No matter the Mommy Dearest,
Snow White, Cinderella beginnings
I will always remain a child
With each of life’s atrocities
B/S and g-a-m-e alike
I will always maintain a child-like demeanor
And yet to be a child in spirit
Is not to be confused nor mistaken
For naivete’
(sung)
It’s simply a state
of being able to sift through
the mess of life with a smile on your face
VERSE II (SPOKEN)
So please, don’t assume I don’t know patience
For I have had to suffer the patience of life
Through pain and tears and joy and happiness
So please, don’t assume I don’t know faith
For I have moved through faith and stepped out on faith
with each new breath taken
So please, don’t assume I don’t know trust
For I have trusted a lifetime
To the G-d, Goddess and spirits that provide for all of my needs
So please, don’t assume I don’t know life
For I have lived an eternity of lifetimes
Giving more than taking and glad for it
VERSE III (SPOKEN)
As old as G-d is
I will always be a child
His child, a child of G-d
I will hold true that child inside
I will preserve that child, love that child
Protect that child from itself and others
I will always give life to that child inside
So please, don’t assume I don’t know love
For I know and love the child in me
TAG
I dropped some knowledge on the wise men
Now they know
CHORUS
You listened closely
You all came near
I had a story to tell
You listened closely
You had no fear
‘Cause I told you no tales
What you heard
Will set you free
If you have heart to care
What you hear
Could only be
Your words for me to share
I told the truth
I told it straight
When it was my time
At the pearly gates yeah
I had a story to tell you
I had a story to tell
I really wanted to prepare you
For what I had to share
TAG
The wise men said ORACLE
Now we know
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Freedom Wakes Me Up
freedom wakes me up
the treasure of life is mine
freedom breaks me up
too much and i lose my mind
do i want to give up the freedom?
do i really want to stop the game?
and if i were to give up my freedom
tell me would my life still be the same?
i’m more of a prisoner now
than i’ve ever been before
to this free spirit in me
that can never be free, truly, truly
i keep reaching for the ring
when my down is up and
my up sidesteps the carousel
every time we meet
my mind is torn, my heart unsure
and my spirit determined to
get what she wants
what does she want?
do i want to give up the freedom?
do i really want to stop the game?
and if i were to give up my freedom
tell me would my life still be the same?
promises were made, hope rose
the okey-doke staring me in the face
as freedom faded
in the distance
spiritual hunger and emotional thirst
moves me to a life
that would clip my wings and
i fly willingly into my captures grasp
eyes wide open in a haze of
wonder i look forward
trying not to look back
a new kind of freedom waits for my embrace
do i want to give up the freedom?
do i really want to stop the game?
and if i were to give up my freedom
tell me would my life still be the same?
do you have the key to the
shackles and handcuffs
imprisoning my spirit?
does your love transcend
the laws of nature
beckoning me to fly free?
will you keep watch o’er
the phoenix’s nest from dawn ‘till eternity
ashes to ashes reborn to be free?
If i give up my freedom
will my life be changed?
if you give up your freedom
things will never be the same
for you i will give up the freedom


for you i will stop the game
and when i give up my freedom
your lives will be better than the same