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.

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January 31, 2014 Common Thread Collective Poetic Commentary Is. 11

Free vs. Fair Trade Participate or Perish

Free vs. Fair Trade
Participate or Perish

TransPacific to TransAtlantic

FreeTrade creates the barrier to making information transparent

How many corporations will it take

To decide this global fate

How many doors to close in a curious face

Cut off the ability for honest people to partake

In legislating the reality of our everyday

What has free trade done but increased a CEO’s wage

While in Mexico alone 2 million farmers it displaced

And here in the US how many manufacturing jobs migrated away?

Decent paying union benefits by fast food employment was replaced

We need jobs that don’t pillage, pollute, or mean servitude

To the ideals of Transnational interests pumping our veins full of crude

Noxious inebriation on these chemical fumes

They will add to any recipe for us to consume

With this latest secret ploy

They will make a corporate pact as solid as titanium alloy

Just another Free trade deal, Ha! Let’s not be coy

Our lives and the life blood of the future is not some little toy

This new scheme seeks to destroy

A nation’s, and thereby a citizen’s sovereignty

To boycott a product —or toxic chemical or process would be beyond its ability

Lest it face judgment in a tribunal court that will only waste taxpayer money

To argue against projected profits, like a corporate claim to deserved annuity?!

Sounds a lot like corporate welfare if you ask me

This has got to be the twilight zone, this shit is obscene

Did I die and awake in Psychopaths dream

Where freedom means shut up and buy what we tell you you need?

 

The best gift from NAFTA is the formation of its parallel: FairTrade

As we make our way into a whole new age

It’s time to insist we turn this page

And make Equal Exchange

Our route to real change

Where citizens of any national claim

Can afford the cost of life and earn a living in a dignified way

Without perpetuating the violence that seeks to lay waste

To our creative dreams we need to revive them today!