Prelude to a revolution
during this dark age interlude
since the last revelation
swept renaissance
through the hearts and minds
of a species
that was fed up
filled to the gills
flayed on the cross of ignorance
fried in a pan of splintered oil
by devious false idols
misbehaving
by masquerading
as royal gods
that were really
rotten
to the core
full of cancer
black maggot virus
a worm in the system
a lie in the core of the apple
So sick and tired
of fucking around with the shadows
in the fallen garden
of ivory and gold
Ready to ignite
a new dawn
as neurons dance
enflamed with the theory
of evolution’s enlightenment
A cosmic epiphany
sung from the celestial spheres
The holy orchestra
smashing sounds like atoms
spreading the rhythm
of synchronistic alignment
sending out symphonic notes as dust
to drift through
the pulsing plasma
of empty space
and be molded as clay
into higher forms of melodic ascension
We are all made of stars
with a glimmer and shine
that cannot be snuffed out
A tangerine shimmer
of liquid sunshine
Solar rays of source electricity
coursing as tidal waves
through a river of blood
enchanted by the very breath of life
A whisper, A word, A vibration, An ignition, An explosion
Recorded version can be listened to via this link on audioBoom
A #SpokenWord poem prompt response for:
#WhisperingNeds 13
#FIERYVERSE
#SpokenPoetry
#MadVerse 418
#VerseReversal 223
My poem “The Great Purge” came out yesterday at Dissident Voice. Many thanks, as always, to editor Angie Tibbs for continuing to include my work at the site.
– An excerpt from the piece –
Broccoli and cheese soup:
What was it Gandhi said?
“To change the world
one should enter into a booth
and cast a vote upon an electronic Diebold machine
that is controlled by the very fascist interests
who already have their puppets in place
throughout every corridor of public influence,
and who have already chosen behind closed doors
the candidates whose names are represented
on said rigged device.”
Breadsticks and butter:
No, wait, what that dude actually said
was much more simple.
“Be the change you want to see in the world.”
– The poem can be found at the link above, and while at the site I’d recommend checking out a fine poem by James Hoover that caught my eye earlier.
Yesterday was by far the best day of traffic this blog has seen since I began it six months ago. There were more views on the Links Page alone than there had been on all the pages combined on any other previous day. I’m very happy that readers and writers are using the page as a resource to check out the journals, magazines, blogs, and zines that are listed there. All the editors at the listed publications have been very kind toward my words this past year, and the page is my small way of saying thank you.
I also want to thank everyone who has been reading my work on the blog lately. I’d like to continue encouraging anyone who is so inclined to leave comments, critiques, compliments, curses of my name unto the abyss, or suggestions of any kind. I’m still in the season of planting seeds here at 17Numa, so feedback with possible improvements on how to better sow the fields is greatly appreciated.
OK, it’s now 2:17 A.M. – a truly mystical time, for reasons I’ll perhaps go into at some later date…the point now is…goodnight.
Selah,
Scott Thomas Outlar
17Numa 