Monthly Archives: May 2012

landlocked blues, bright eyes

“if you walk away, i’ll walk away”

and even if you don’t walk away, we’ll still walk away.  & we hope someday others will follow us away from violence.  we turn into kindness.  we turn the other cheek like saint mary & anna mae taught us.

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we breathe in lilac flowers

we like it wild.  we like the heavenly lift of cedar trees and grass leaves and each purple flower.  we’ve dipped our paddles in the waters of a scorpion moon and we can’t go back.  we seen coyotes running thru the airport across from green island where blossom people live & no coyote hunters come.  we run in a stagger with our shoulders bent and our ears high.

scared paranoid minds, explosions, poison clouds, cutting up the holy life, heart screams is too much sickness.  no no no napalm dust & gas masks and domination of doomed nations cutting up the sacred sprouts and miracle vessels.  no no no split atoms.  we stay in tact now.

we like it wild.  we like the heavenly lift of bird wings and green leaves & flower minds & tender tongues.  we like the music of the wind.  a gentle voice that means no harm.

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shiloh town, tim hardin

The war has been won they’ve come back home
But they’re the ones that lost
I see a man and a woman alone
Was it worth the cost?

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poems for peace can get you killed

Here is a poem by Meena Keshwar Kamal, the Afghan student activist who founded the Revolutionary Association of the Women of Afghanistan and was assassinated for her social justice activities that opposed war and violence against women.
 
I’ll never return
 
I’m the woman who has awoken
I’ve arisen and become a tempest through the ashes of my burnt children
I’ve arisen from the rivulets of my brother’s blood
My nation’s wrath has empowered me
My ruined and burnt villages fill me with hatred against the enemy,
I’m the woman who has awoken,
I’ve found my path and will never return.
I’ve opened closed doors of ignorance
I’ve said farewell to all golden bracelets
Oh compatriot, I’m not what I was
I’m the woman who has awoken
I’ve found my path and will never return.
I’ve seen barefoot, wandering and homeless children
I’ve seen henna-handed brides with mourning clothes
I’ve seen giant walls of the prisons swallow freedom in their ravenous stomach
I’ve been reborn amidst epics of resistance and courage
I’ve learned the song of freedom in the last breaths, in the waves of blood and in victory
Oh compatriot, Oh brother, no longer regard me as weak and incapable
With all my strength I’m with you on the path of my land’s liberation.
My voice has mingled with thousands of arisen women
My fists are clenched with the fists of thousands compatriots
Along with you I’ve stepped up to the path of my nation,
To break all these sufferings all these fetters of slavery,
Oh compatriot, Oh brother, I’m not what I was
I’m the woman who has awoken
I’ve found my path and will never return.
 

The incredibly brave women of RAWA have created secret schools, orphanages, nursing courses, and handicraft centers for women and girls in Pakistan and Afghanistan. RAWA has secretly filmed women being beaten in the street in Afghanistan by the police, and being executed.

RAWA continues its efforts by collecting funds to support hospitals, schools and orphanages in Pakistan and Afghanistan.

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everyone blooms

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planet earth 1988

I pray for peace more than anything

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up with good

singing barefoot for the poor

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