guided by misfortune, lulling waves
etching away what once was carved
the mist rolls in from the harbor
settling evenly over this sleeping city
clinging to the first-borns, stolen birthrights
tiny pummeling fists strong against injustice
the stillness shall prevail once more;
yet, hold your breath with changing tides
colors part willingly, paralleling
a plethora of audiovisual riches
lost in the storm
#occupyboston The BPD respects
your right to protest peacefully.
We ask for your ongoing cooperation.
The BPD asks reporters to leave
the inside of the camp
they don't want them to record
and report on what they're about to do.
Cops give Occupy Boston
five minutes to vacate.
Nobody is leaving.
The police are beating the Veterans for Peace
Cops arresting everyone.
We are being beaten.
KEEP TAKING PHOTOS.
I walk there as my legs will cary me...
All quiet on the western curb
Over 100 arrested and spread amongst
more than five separate jails—none close by.
Camp two is gone and camp one intact. for now;
The ecstatic crowd, arms linked, chants
"Who do you protect? Who do you serve?""
Hyperbole all around.
Injustice or public safety?
...It hardly even matters.
The people are on the streets again
The military is overseas but
this time, the war is at home:
Men and women in blue,
likely just doing their jobs,
fighting people without them.
I fear the 99% fights itself
Rumors flit about. Crackdowns abound
Dallas, Atlanta, St.Louis, Seattle, &
San Francisco: from sea to writhing sea
The chickens have come home to roost and
The pigs are bringing home the bacon
The professionals were cleared out,
but the media wasn't. The talk is on
line by line, it is lively, ever-streaming:
blogs and tweets; statuses, state by state.
Rumors created. Rumors dispelled
Proof offered. Faith destroyed.
Anger engendered. Assumptions reinforced:
The people are connected
but the disconnect remains
Between rich and poor, yes, but maybe worse than that:
this movement is only as United as these states
The basic principles the same, the practice not so much
Peaceful, yet violent; Pro-capitalist, anti-corporate
"a laughable gang of disorganized, confused Nazis.
an ill-disciplined, highly-trained, weed-smoking,
First the Tea Party and now this,
Demonstrating the strength & flaws of Democracy
even as they protest the flaws of Republic
Still, they are not so different
They sit in parks by day and sleep at night
in dorms, apartments, houses, tents. Uncomfortable
Wrapped too tightly in sheets of red, white, and green.
Trying, desperately, to wake up from the American Dream
Wasting away in front of white screens,
They forgot it all and what it means.
Trapped in a mindset of people beneath things.
Money over morals,
Power over compassion.
"Who cares about who is starving, it's about what's in fashion!"
Forget injustice beyond your immediate day-to-day,
Because people never care for an opposing opinion or what you really have to say.
Consumerism ate away our brains,
We work -work -work to buy,
Just as we have been trained.
Nothing can stop this generation from their fixation on the material masturbation.
Will it ever be enough?
WAKE UP. remember what's important, when this world comes crashing down.
I write you out
Give voice to the silence
I would talk about it out loud
An injustice though, for those unfamiliar
You hear the words
But do not feel them
Cradled arms hold close and tight
To memories full of soul deep and light
You brought so much joy
Your name still feels whole on my lips
Life is always a stage
Some would say yours was a tragedy
I know better
An epic drama full of love, adventure
When the despair becomes unbearable
That is what I cling to
My oasis amid drought
A light house beaming bright
During storms raging against rocky shores
I'm still afloat with our laughter
I'm still afloat