February 7, 2014 Common Thread Collective Poetic Conscious’stream Is. 12

“I pledge allegiance to Mother Earth

And all the life which she supports.

ONE planet, in our care,

Irreplaceable, with sustenance and respect for all”

-not my words… not sure who’s…

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inseparable

We are ready for the change

Gather us in

An accumulation of crystal visions

Each perspective adding contours

Like cumulous cloud forms

Ready for the transformation

The alchemy of time transfiguring mind and matter

Into new physical forms and ways of being

Ready the floodgates to be open

Filled with precious intuition carefully collected

Over years of listening listening listening to the sound of a world gone awry

Let them open and spill into the drought worn land of our disillusionment

Let them open and spill forth with the creative quenching

Washing away the chemical manipulation

That dried up and hid how heirloom phantasies are withering

That mirage on the horizon is waiting for our belief in the water we need

This year is a horse at my side and ready

We both made it through the muck left by the coal ash, chemicals and bitumen spilling

Now to spring forth, for this toxic deceit is not worth drinking

The fire inside is set for cleansing

Set muscle to bone taught tendons to vault beyond their barbed fencing

The foundations running away from our feet

Are the stones they made to appear perfect but their lies are hollow and empty

We toss the stones the Builders refuse in front for our trodding

Each step faithfully grips a new reality

With each breath together we define what is to be seen

Our visions form vast expanses of vibrant hues of every brilliant color

Feeding fully from the compost of unnecessary deceit

To grow strong wills, opening with transparent clarity

Unafraid to blossom with potent vulnerability

We are ready

To be seen as interdependencies

Rotating lines of horizons and vertices

Spiraling perfect geometry

There is no musician and instrument

We are all fingers and strings

We are all elements of breath and brass and reed

We are all pores in the skin stretched taut

And we hone our will to stretch with what’s taught

By the breeze and the bird and river canal

By the root and the worm and rotting core

By the stem and flower and fruit into seed

We hum with the rhythm of the Universe’s composing

The drum of the heart is our gospel singer

Inspiring

Hands to grasp the hoop of all relating

Here we find all once lost

Is still rippling with longing

We are ready.

November 22, 2013 CommonThread Commentary Is.1

November 22, 2013

Reality Bytes (Poetic Commentary)

Written by Alexandria “Rain” Smith

Dedicated to All Life that faces the force of the storm, most recently those in the Philippines struggling to regain ground after Yolanda(aka Haiyan), Somalians who faced a Cyclone for 4 days, not forgotten are those still feeling the refrains of all the floods, fires and winds past, beyond, beyond, beyond. All that face a rain of bullets, bombs, drones and their shrapnel, All that face the Earth shaking from deep relief or shallow man-made mines ensnaring, especially those in the heart of Africa whose mines are deep made by strength of men alone, alone done this way for the shallow needs of other men’s sadistic-lasciviency.

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How long we gwan fall for them sellin’ us more for less? When less is more… less lies, less deception, less dissolution of our inherent common ground… More facts, more clarity, more solutions to regenerate our natural ability to rebound… Less plastic shit cluttering our lives until cracked, scratched, melted, deemed broken, and taken to a pile in Indonesia or maybe it’s floating in the ocean… More quality to our gifts; both material creative and deep psyche-social sharing, growing the praxis grounds of our presents flowering like phenomenal mushroom shapes straight from the shallow ditch of our apathetic wallowing… Less decisions made by money and profit interest… More collaboration that guides community empowerment and resilience.

Look how our cultures become cannibals eating alive our extended families of fantastic forms; aggregates of our planetary body’s whole.

Will I survive to see perish… 1 in 4 mammals, 1 in 8 birds, 1 in 3 fish, 2 in 5 amphibians, more than ½ the flowering plants and insects… what will we do upon the disparagement of our garden when our basic needs to eat, drink and breathe are completely reliant upon supply through industrial means, owned by faceless corporate regimes? Who will decide who is worthy to receive? What happens when the storm, comes and destroys that laboratory, factory or distributive means, unwittingly unleashes pent up toxicity? Witness what’s happening and see…

Thinking of the extinction, my soul feels as though it will dry up and crumble.

This is why so many ARISE and take to the streets, this is why we stand our full height and humbly demand our right to speak and live in the ways of our ancestry that listened through the eons of time to walk in the ways of our relative species, to see their pain, violence, disease, as well as their cooperation, compassion, symbiosis, and transformation beyond behaviors thought to be concrete. We listen to knowledge being gained and shared. Now seek to implement the beautiful simplicity of relying as little as we can on electrical grids fed by coal, gas, nu(un)clear consumption and their co-destructive disease. We implement ways to use our waste the way Gaia preconceived, that what we need may continue to grow from refuse(Refuse to settle for the paradigms of corporate mandate. Re’fuse back together the electro-cosmic net, multidimensional exchanges) made co-creative fertility, compost at our feet, where we can freely scatter new seeds.

If so many fall into the hole of belief that an apocalypse is necessary; that this corrupt nihilism continues its homogenization, continues destroying the natural wealth of our inheritance…

The passionate fire for my kindred kindling, Love I feel be burning my form down to dust that will patiently wait for a child’s tears to recall what’s been laid asunder, sweet salt visioning need for the metaphors rebirthing, rain upon this ash, bring forth decay from the desert of such pain been passed, and grow the curative. Elements adhere by the frequencies of necessity transmitted through clear intention’s prayer, songs written by mystic communication crossing all dimensional lairs, aggregates accrete and form new bodies of our dreams becoming both the flowers and the bees.

May all who feel the shaking, by earth herself or by man’s artillery, find peace. Opening; like emptiness, luminous, expanding to hold support in the way listening becomes a library, holding all deep experience within electro-chemical trans-reference/transference channeling us to move like without forethought action is re’membrance of the piece you are adding to the cosmic cauldron of mending, weaving new frequencies of long forgotten, deep beating Peace… You, Universal Light, being what you are on this journey: STAR (Surrender Trust Accept Respect) Chyld spinning like a light tower beacon to guide all to the shores of our re’convergance, where/wear Rainbows of Profound Acceptance color alive the simple gifts we come to Life with.

Selah

Peace

Protest Planned Outside NY Immigration Office to Stop Deportations of 30,000 Haitians

March 20, 2009 on Democracy Now

Protest Planned Outside NY Immigration Office to Stop Deportations of 30,000 Haitians

Haitiweb Haitian organizations are calling for a demonstration today outside the offices of Immigration and Customs Enforcement here in New York to call on the Obama administration to immediately grant Temporary Protected Status to the 30,000 undocumented Haitians in the United States who are currently threatened with deportation back to Haiti.

http://www.democracynow.org/2009/3/20/protest_planned_outside_ny_immigration_office

President Obama could really say something by responding positively to this! I just hope whatever is decided that the Haitians are not sent back to Haiti with nothing. Haiti is so poor and much (if not all) of their present situation can be blamed on USA intervention and economic regulations(tyranny) enforced by the unregulated IMF.

Please refer to the following sources

http://multinationalmonitor.org/hyper/issues/1985/12/ebert-porkbarrel.html

http://revcom.us/a/1239/haiti.htm

http://www.lambifund.org/support_catalog.shtml

Haiti is a poignant example of how corporate intervention and self-interest within the American Government can and has horrendously impacted entire nations. Free trade has tyrannized the peripheral or third world nations.  Globalization has become the means of destroying national independance and created subjugation through debt.

Haiti is not the only example of this, nor is it the most recent, but it is a situation that could be turned around.

I have been outside of the USA once.  I spent 3 weeks in Kenya, meeting many people and helping out a few different communities as part of a youth group.  It surprised me how much my country was praised by the people I met.  And as I learn more and more of the disgusting crimes that are committed by members of the government and/or corporate interests, I loathe the pedestal that the USA is put on.  However I do see that we have the potential to make amends, but only if we hold ourselves responsible and the players accountable.

Could we give at least some of the Haitians temporary work visas and help them study so when they return they can share their knowledge and help their communities?  Can we send them back with a variety of aid groups from the USA to help different communities develop cooperatives for agriculture, livestock, and crafts- with a focus on traditional/native Haitian vegetation, animals, and skills?  Can we repay the peasant communities for the pigs we insistently slaughtered, by finding a pig breed that could be easily taken care of by a family that has little more than food scraps to care for it?

Something can be done, perhaps it never will be, but it can be done.

Some people say you can’t live on love, But there are some of us that do.