Weaving a Tale Into Dreams

Demonoid walked down to the river bank

Cutting across, his feet on air

He stole up on a protest

Surprised to see, they wheeled

“Of what are thoust making all this racket,” he inquired

Angry to be so rudely interrupted, the protest replied:

“We protest the suppression of the ethereality,

The ideas of the people,

The war against that which makes them whole”

“And what is making this war

And how may I be of assistance?”

The demonoid replied

“The war is of imperialism and capital,

Religion and morality,

Of the institutions and the entertainment,” Said they

“As to assistance,

What power do you have,

Most importuning demonoid?” they went on

He said, “I can weave stories of unwavering poignancy

Tales that become part of realities’ fabric

I have a switch to transport

Through walls unseen,

I can break the minds of the powerful,

Though the outcomes are uncertain

I can transmit my thoughts

Into the dreams of many

And I can make from the Earth

Magical charms”

Leaves fell

The waters ever onrushing

In the sky a hawk

Keeping its eye on things

On the count of four

A band struck up

And the placards waved

In the wind

On the count of 10

The Protest answered back:

“We think we have the most use

For the tales

And for the dream transmission

The people must be reawoken!

They sleep

And in their sleep

The die inside

We must make the people

If we can

Radiantly alive!

Can you do that

O, perhaps useful

importuning Demonoid?”

Demonoid danced a merry little jig

And replying said:

“Let us see what we can come up with!”

Weaving his many colored tale,

He wove the tale of

Electronic Dance Music festivals

Into it he wove of the people

Tearing up the streets

For gardens

He wove of the protest movement

Ousting the manipulators


The tale began to take root

He wove of all faiths

Living in peace

He wove of the anticonsumerist movement

He wove of the politics of anarchy

The councils

The ways of maintaining life

He wove of the rainforests regrowing

And he wove of the ice caps reforming

He wove of cancer and AIDS and herpes cured

He wove of the exposure of the malicious conspiracies

And their subsequent end

He wove of the end of money

He wove all this and more

And he saw that it was good

As the thought of it

Began to take root

In the peoples’ minds

The protest looked on

And also saw that it was good

Looking at Demonoid

They said:

“But why ever

Didst thou not

Do this sooner?”

And Demonoid spake thus:

“Because no one asked me;

I am at play in this world mainly,

Wandering and wondering

At the humans.

They are ever contentious

And the tale only has the power

To change minds”

As the powerful quaked at the thought of it

And the others rejoiced at their new fantasies

The Protest remarked:

“Well, ever you are not the importuner, sweet Demonoid

The dreams of the people are alive again

And we must now move to keep it that way”

And they did

And Demonoid went on about his business

Or play, as the case may be

war v. revolt poem a)

used some random seeds for this one (watchout4snakes.com)



a demonstration –
a proof of concept –
a thousand signs raised; a podium’d speaker
the disloyal lizards run in our midst
their amygdalas inflamed by god knows what
operating on fear and hate; & god-knows-what
& paid to throw rocks
so easy to discredit the demonstrators
with agents provocateurs
and flagrant police violence
rip down the walls & burn the citadel
our revolution will wait no more
the system may collapse before we get there
under its own weight
but we make our small moves now


might be a reasonable time to launch protests worldwide against ISIS invasion of Iraq
they did it when the USA invaded, why not when ISIS invades?
there remains the question of why the army and police didn’t put up a fight, but it sounds like Sunnis have been suffering systemic discrimination and harassment for years already
if I were there ……. I would probably be very scared, but also aching for revolt

~~~images : http://www.accountancyage.com/aa/analysis/2102620/green-revolution


In Jail

Sing though they beat you

Never give your namettriStand in solidarity, not

Letting them take away any co-warrior

Demonstrate again

The lawyers will come

In spite of the agonyIMG_0937Bring toenail clippers to cut

The plastic handcuffs

The news returns

So much tear gas blew the other way

The convention had to shut down


The Liver and onions of a true democracy

Is protest

Recount O Bard these tales

The actions stream forwardkajsgIncant them into being

International exploitation

Still continues


Have been reading “Webs of Power: Notes from the Global Uprising” by Starhawk

Protest & Sing

Sit Massed in Front of the

Advancing, yet Quavering mass of



Allow the inner silence in the midst

The power at self’s center

The call for justice & democracy

Direct Democracy

In the midst of the raining teargas



Seize the medical supplies

Deliberately attack medics

Shoot at people approaching hospitals

Unwilling to lay aside

The black armor and clubs

The greatest mark of dishonor

For one ostensibly ensuring peace through force


Is the covering up of the badge

Attempting to place himself above the law

He allegedly defends


Have been reading “Webs of Power: Notes from the Global Uprising” by Starhawk

Verse of Destruction

“I wish I was a mole in the ground

Yes, I wish I was a mole in the ground

If I’s a mole in the ground I’d root that mountain down

And I wish I was a mole in the ground”

– Old American Song


the battle lines broke

zero day

some fled, some took arms

the brutality had become permanent, immense

the people sobbed

the war cries rang out

the dictatorship

the vengeance

revenge became the word of the day, then the year

electricity, beatings, knives, rape

arbitrary detention, arbitrary torture, arbitrary execution

continuous defection

never seems to weaken

atrocities on the rebel side, too, I hear

the tide of foreign anti-democratic, theocratic fighters

gearing up for another internal war after this

it is time to stop, long ago

it is still time to stop

but the path has many more casualties

only when all sides refuse violence

refuse coercive power practices

at the outset

can this be prevented