Too poor to write? Too dumb to be important. That is what you say when you scoff at the literate, When you make “beautiful” synonymous with “bougie” Literature and Revolution, name one that never had the other. Yes, the old guard is no longer revolutionary, but you still have much too learn if you replaceContinue reading “Insulting, a poem”
There is no going back, Our heroes are dead. We are our own heroes now. There is no going back. – There is no going back, The tides are swallowing us, A virus is choking us, Our “leaders” are killing us. There is no going back. – There is no going back, You can’t getContinue reading “There is No Going Back, a poem in the time of Covid”
Why I am going to write as much poetry as I will about politics.
Official Post from The Professional Protester : I will be blunt, if you call yourself a socialist, or anarchist, or leftist, or whatever only to validate your idenitiy as an anti-authoritarian, then you suck.Ending oppression and providing for the material demands of the working class should be the only thing socialists and leftists care about,Continue reading “The Professional Protester #21 When Being Anti Authoritarian Gets Toxic | The Professional Protester on Patreon”
Yes, as long as we don’t get in the way.
Evo Morales is a personal hero to me and thanks to him I realized I was a socialist.
What Place Do The Artists Have in Revolution? PRODUCE! Must produce content! For fame, For a following, Quite literally and painfully so, thanks to the stench of both words. To produce is to manufacture, To manufacture is to produce. The workers are the ones who produce, So the artists, the writers, the creators, we areContinue reading “What Place Do The Artists Have in Revolution? A Poem”
Courage Is The Sweetest Lullaby Fear not your lions, And constrain yourself upon the unsightly sounds of this date of sorrow. Do but construct, And constrain, For the winter’s winds are but lost by the summer sun. The nymphs of the seasons do hold their treasons so, Be not the character of perpetual woe. RainsContinue reading “Courage Is The Sweetest Lullaby, a poem”
The Teacher As The Poet Content’s production, Ease of mind and constant rush, Narcotic ease, And still the voices don’t stop. Stagnation is a creative mind’s enemy, as is cowardice. We are our words, our letters and symbols. Intentions mean nothing when they fail, Yet success is still a subjective term. I am responsible forContinue reading “The Teacher As The Poet, a poem”
Art in Our Times Piss poor excuse for a joke, All the un-ironic irony in real life. I have always said it, Life is a parody of the self, We live in Chaplin’s Modern Times, We are the machines, And the proles. We are wheels, Turning and obedient to the driver, Circle after circle, LoopContinue reading “Art in Our Times, a poem”
Wasted Time So do we fall sweetly against the brittle gunk and waste the very minutes of a peaceful ending. So it was written, and spoken, and so shall it be written down again. Many sit, wait, and wonder when.
A remix/sequel to Shakespeare’s classic.
A short story about a famous revolutionary’s murder.