Evolution

I’ve tired

of slogans or soundbites

or flyers

i’m not calling for the mobilizing

of liberal or conservative

because claims that

you people need to change your ways!

or

please, let us provide for you!

sour my stomach

i don’t even want a taste of the

system need to stop the oppression

i’m no longer contented to be fighting against

anything

your claims to fight the power

don’t tell me a thing

about fighting forward

for words without

reality

will have me ever battling

against

and never knowing, much less

reaching

the goal.

i don’t want leaders or prophets

just people, willing

to see

or work

or hear

or change

or grow

or believe

or love

see… that’s where there’s a revolution

gathered round a table and taking a long hard look

at the battle plan and the rocky terrain

and sculpting a strategy in spite

already

failed.

can we gather round in stead and create

new words

words unafraid to say maybe

this isn’t the way

or

yes, i can see

or, your point is valid

and

do you remember what we were fighting for?

i’ve been so busy butting against, that i don’t know anymore.

i sacrifice battle plans

for life tactics

ways to re-construct

de-constructed we

i need new words

knowing a new way

i surrender survival strategies

for life lived

today

i am a poem tired

of climbing out of categories

and breaking boundaries

tired, but not defeated,

because i forsake the fight

no battle

lines

but word

lines that offer

a song

a gift

a

love

s

u

p

r

e

m

e

~2007