may we all be heard
words are bells
let them ring!


Thom World Poet Austin, Texas, USA
Global Radical networker and activist for promoting the live Creative Arts,
at every possible opportunity, especially in his home-city, Austin, Texas, USA


Friday, November 4, 2011

THIS IS (NOT) AN EXERCISE (BEATFEST,BRYAN,TEXAS ,November 3-5,2011)

 The tree is not lonely
no body sees the Underground
stretch across beneath soil
and sip waters beneath Springs
Nor dare they look UP!
@sky's cerebella/
where air is shredded leaves
branches,boughs&nests
Between,fingers pointing,each to each
no tree ever alone/being generic in One
One in all.
Representing Green,Shade,Light,Tone
earth,sky,water,depths elemental
Tree content in this/singular ,collective -Bliss!

LOOKING THROUGH AS WELL AS @
and solidarity stands/singular each /deep as
Paths must wind past(they dare not demolish)this uniqueness.
For we were once=cellular consciousness
Each a tree/remembering treeziness..
Were we to chop our own legs off
Hobble horses hollow husks
Rot/oak wilt.Chop and clear
Forests of leaves/shadows=sun baked fields
once rainforests/now Sahara Sands.Lost Vagueness.
Land.Bare haircut bone land.

TO BE JAZZ
a note /in the bar/of trumpets.
Walls fall/Jericho.Sound Policy
Power in harmony.Joshua.Jerusalem.Palestine.Berlin

OUTSIDE THIS HOUSE (we gather/demonstrating
You do not need to suffer.You do not need to die
And when you define/defy yourself
Your other selves sing/symphonies emotions
In various vagrant tones &fragrances

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