in the name of the fathers and their sons and the Colonialistswho proudly hailed toward some gleaming across the oceanby Natives saved from death the first winter, leaving twenty-threepaternalists never owning the genocide of nearly an entire racehistory not saying much different now, denying Native Sovereigntywhile descended from the Daughters of the American Revolutioni'm still steeped in false prides and dreams, woman and subjectamong slaves and Natives, would we comprise our own nationindivisible in shame, doubt and fear within, overlapping virtuesone with no pride, lying under a Governor that would tax Nativeswe shouldn't be prosecuting prostitutes for trying to earn a livingjust working to get where you are with the little she's been giventhat might be doubly enforceable if she had also been a Nativeraised lost herself, from life removed by her relations' massacressorrows handed down with depressions, as legacies like wealthas i strolled behind the scenes in the Museums of Natural Historynot one pre-Colombian pottery piece, closets filled with the samebear and animal skins collecting dust, spoils of hunts and safarishung on racks in rooms, like so many furs in a dry cleaning storei guess there was some point of a brass tribute to Roosevelt therewhen i and plenty of others with children cannot afford health carein school taught history, lessons of law and what is right or wronginsurance companies rape New York and politicians still get votescall the system "Admitted Carriers" crowned like elitist princessixty-nine articles or rules open to the public, i'm just small leaguecollaring poor Martha Stewart, rich woman in the patriarch gametrying to make it through the meet, entrenched to keep her securitygrowing girls away from indiscretion like we are born little whoresdo any damn newspapers print the true realities of life's hypocrisiesits been a man's world, and i am now told spirituality is on the riseto see common bonds between Christianity and Native religionsbeen there before don't you think, twist stories to fatten their hideswe've seen worse than prostitution from the abbots in the abbeyswhat more could we ask in lowering our commitment to this worldstewardship, self-determination, humbled by truths of generationsequality of birth; let no slave, Jew, Native or woman not earn honorspirituality belongs to the individual and their sacred conjugal rightsas each seeks their proper balance and a peaceful place in Natureto regain our status as human beings everywhere, perhaps in effectpermit globalization of the human society without a fear not to eatwhile we are sent back to school to keep up with new developmentstime has been calling us up, each and everyone to raise standardssmall groups march from West to East coasts to open new life cycleswe comfort in soft chairs behind screens to seek play and distractionwhile each have the power within to raise up our spirits' resurrectionredeem injustices suffered upon human beings, land and our futurewe need all wear the grimaces of foolish shame and shut our mouths same on all the faces of the leaders worn in a slide show i saw todayi'd never have thought i was good enough to run for elected officethat thought had left my mind some time just before my twelfth yeartrue leaders are born we are told, but heart can takes years to retrainthere is truly something on the rise, whether it be glorious or fearfulobviously we can't live under the crushing weight of our current lieshere comes the march upon each one, the place we meet our fatei can't apologize for yesterday, because i was meant to be here nowbut tomorrow will responsibility be sought for all that's yet to comejust what higher purpose may mean about grace and being rebornreality is a hard habit to break - salamandra
Written March 11, 2008, copyright MEWilson
the sins of the father, nation of sufferingpain in the name of parental oversightin a nation's irrational act of warringequal grief imposing on another's lightonce divided against chaos by self and ias children bear under the will to powerlosing the innocence between i and thypreached or forced to whoever art holierbut what is the purpose of conquering natureif not for a lust for more, to get and greedwhat's truly divine may well not lie in statureand no less esteemed for spirit and mind freed not sold some paradise and original sinlike life was something other than death to win
Written 4/25/09 Copyright, MEWilson
you are coming of age my little girl born to occupy a place in this worlda boom of youth in world populationwhile who seeks control sees exploitationin the realms of life that deal with powerthose who steer the platform and the altardo know within you lies passionate drivewith desires to be seen and heard, aliveoften twisting your fate with rebellionof these youths, you are one in a billionthat swiftly lash out at Authorityhaving not yet reached full maturityas it is, don't be found pawns in their gameconquer impulse if your world you'd reclaimfrom who would distort their word to defeatif you but see that life lies at your feet with reason listen to words and cautionparents have no gain by your subjectionthat slow burns away flights of love insideunion your spirit seeks while you dividelittle girl, see the world as it changeswith a heart like yours, it ebbs and surgestrying to find its place to a shared peaceit grows in pains and sorrows for releaseit will happen with or without you herewhether open to the truth you hold dearor spent hidden to pursue shallow pridesthe now or better good, its you decidesthough we're cast within a similar framemy time belongs to a past filled wth blameas your own, but still tied to circumstancechoices will give you the dreams you romancebe free to leave go of shame little girlbreak open the shell and shine up your pearlbring others to come alongside to ridegrow powerful spirit and sense of pridea billion, you are one or a portionbe insipred to find your true volitionchoices not made or those made unwiselywill dim your light and darken your journeydeep inside your heart is a love that's purehonest and sure and sweet for its liqueri do mean for you to follow your dreamsa blessed union, peace, the stars and moonbeams
Written 4/16/2009 copyright MEWilson
does fear of flying or death take us thereto know life older than any witnessand now past, may have eyes forseen our dareto greedily seek for our uniquenessonce tearing free from our primitive rootmore fragile than the tree, to think and willcould humanity take us from disputeor will violence feed us our fatal pill?concern not for another's attendancewho keeps to assuage intellectual prideas captains map amoral contrivanceof right, but confess a just course abidethey'll speak with no doubt of true directionwhile more, appeasing perceived mutiniesthan terms imbibed in common religioncould we know truth from man's hypotheses?coroners will define life from its deathand vision life's divination by linelike rings of trees never reveal its breathwill Horus' eye remain bounded in trinefingers and symbols just point back at youlike breath is not caught in your reflection Nihilism, will words always bring you towhy, do we accept nothing over One?
Written 3/17/2009, Copyright ME Wilson
As a human could I remain so primitive,conveying worth to my physical attributespower and character from beauty pervasive;for my dedication to flesh, good attitudesAnd as it goes could I remain just as fickle,seeing door and again to shut as I pass you;after all, I'm one of the beautiful peopleand what says my mirror is absolutely trueSimple to live a life I've founded on a glass,than chance at looking through to the other sideMy look inward will soften as the years do passwhile the walls i create hold me safely insideif i'd gotten here by some thwarted growth of lovewith those impressed enough, than to know my envyto know yourself too, unique over and abovebut if i'm so great, then you cannot be like meFounded then, my imperialist state of mindshort of owning up for decreased expectationthinking my poor state is somehow better of kindthan that, not needing me or my exploitation Raising up foundations and monuments to peacewith your willingness to defer to my egofor keeping it all up to support my true capricewill consequence lead to my state of vertigo
Wriiten 3/23/2009 Copyright, ME Wilson
i couldn't feel the Sunits warmth evaded meand beheld me to shunmy life, eternityi couldn't gaze on Moonto comfort in her facewhile in dark i attunedmy death, a lonely placehere i found my prisonuncomfortably coldif fallen or felonspirit without parolei am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together BEATLESAt yearend 2001 over 5.6 million U.S. adults had ever served time in State or Federal prison. If incarceration rates remain unchanged, 6.6% of U.S. residents born in 2001 will go to prison at some time during their lifetime (U.S. Department of Justice, Office of Justice Programs, Bureau of Justice Statistics / Special Report - Prevalence of Imprisonment in the U.S. Population,1974-2001 - August 2003, NCJ 197976)".........the effect of unequal incarceration on individuals is the most obvious in terms of its negative impact. Regardless of race or ethnicity, incarceration can be a painful, debilitating, and ultimately counterproductive experience. Prison inmates are vulnerable to prisonization (sometimes called institutionalization). Prisonization involves adopting...in greater or lesser degree the folkways, mores, customs, and general culture of the penitentiary. Clemmer 1958,1940,8 Prisoner reactions to institutional life can include a dependence on the institutional structure, hypervigilance, interpersonal distrust, psychological distancing, exploitive behavior, a diminished sense of self-worth, and post-traumatic stress. Haney 2001, 7-12 Prison inmates also may be exposed to violent environments. Byrne, Hummer & Taxman, 2008; Johnson, 2002; Sykes,1958 Those who fall victim to prison violence suffer psychologically by experiencing depression, anger, and other negative emotional states. Wooldredge 1999 One universal feature of incarcerated life is that prisoners are constantly surrounded by other criminals. This predicament makes inmates highly vulnerable to internalizing (or more deeply internalizing) pro-criminal motives, values, and techniques. Akers 1997; Cullen & Gilbert 1982; Sutherland 1939 Further, incarceration causes separation from family members, friends, and other positive social supports. This social separation may lead a prisoner to feel disconnected from the outside world. In extreme cases, suicide becomes the final solution for coping with all the trauma of imprisonment. Liebling 1999 The impact of incarceration extends well beyond the prison gates. As Austin and Irwin 2001: 136 noted, prisoners confront extreme difficulties in adjusting to outside life and achieving basic viability, and most of their problems stem from having been a prisoner. When inmates are released, they may be confronted with a number of mental and emotional challenges, including post-release disorientation, difficulty adjusting to change, fear of failure, anxiety, and mistrust of and withdrawal from other people. Rollo,1988 Adding to these psychological impediments, prisoners usually go home with little money McMurray 1993; Travis, Solomon & Waul 2001 and dim employment prospects. Holzer, Raphael & Stoll 2001; Sabol & Lynch 2003 Many of the employment opportunities that do exist for convicted felons lie in unskilled jobs with low wages and abysmal-to-nonexistent benefit packages. Taxman, Young & Byrne 2002 Relationships with family, which can facilitate social readjustment Nelson, Deess & Allen 1999; OBrien 2001; Petersilia 2003; Richie 2001, may be strained or dissolved due to the offenders absence. Petersilia 2003; Reentry National Media Outreach Campaign n.d.a. If family members are not willing to take in a released prisoner, suitable housing can be quite difficult to obtain. Travis et al. 2001 Finally, government assistance for housing, financial needs, and physical and mental health services is usually limited due to long waiting lists and offender-specific restrictions. Reentry National Media Outreach Campaign n.d.b; Rubinstein & Mukamal 2002; Taxman et al. 2002; Travis et al. 2001 It is abundantly clear that prison reduces the human capital and darkens the future of those confined behind its walls. Clear & Rose 2003 Very simply, individuals are likely to leave prison in worse shape than when they entered. Foucault 1977 Consequently, any disproportional imprisonment due to discriminatory practices or policies can have grave implications for the afflicted individuals. (Justice Policy Journal, Volume 5, No. 2, Fall 2008 By, Brett E. Garland, Cassia Spohn, Eric J. Wodahl / Racial Disproportionality in the American Prison Population: Using the Blumstein Method to Address the Critical Race and Justice Issue of the 21st Century, "The Impact of Incarceration on Individuals")
copyright Mar 20, 2009, by ME Wilson
covet the anger insidewith your selfish pridedemand equal crimefor those who made you victimwhen by oppression or liesthey silenced your criescrushing your spiritlike gems caught in jewelers' handsspare no humility nowif words brought you downtake back your powerfrom what made us separateour body from mind and hearttearing us apartcorrupting Naturea world of conflict diamondsstep up to your right to beto have at their throestheir cars and clothesfrom all the spoils of their warswhen we lost the real and truehow life found you bluestole your innocenceraised you to die a martyrtake back your humanityyour shadows let gounearth the hedgerowthat keeps up the boundarieswith the pedagogs up front who keep you dormantthat drug and whore youor give you a prison celland the word they use, Justice
Mar 9, 2009 4:13 pm, copyright ME Wilson
Do not live life from fear, littleones (oh my)To take away your home, they might just tryCertainly the blaming gets nothing doneBut by closing your eyes, they'd steal your Sun They have an army and you are but oneSacrificial lamb bled for the chosenYour own integrity is what you riskWhen their salaries met you fleeced, how briskBeing placed next in the bank's line of whimThis life you never put out on a limbTo fight your way back in two recessionsSomehow Three-Card Monty nets them trillions They never do better when the truth gratesAs if the door to Heaven was Bill GatesThose that have so much they give it awayNot to defame one man for all He gaveUncle Sam, for offering solutionsFall not into freedom's disillusionsThe answers don't lie in your camp of yurtsBest not you lose sight of the equal hurtsBut living in true peace apart from greed Not to enforce your will or kind of creedWhile dangers created by divisionInnocent lives will meet in collisionDon't ever change the side of right for mightAs hunger's appeased, others need your lightFind the little lambs who were chosen tooThe ducks in your row that follow true blue Live in life that power of convictionTell the words of our human conditionWritten 04/04/09 copyright ME Wilson
PERFECT UNIONi can leave out the names, the places, timestell you a story - message of your crimeshave you really swirled each and every glassfilled with spit for each server you harassyou must have lost perspective sometime backyou're still thinking your tip makes you a mackand me perhaps, an Uncle Tom or worseWalmart-Mary who earning less than a nursefor all you thought you knew and hid asidelike Church turned inside-out to Corporate pridegiving blessing to government's a foilyou've stolen peoples' souls and their own soilaccountable for greed is just romanceyou'll steal from your own mother on a chancetax and tariff - i'm milked like a cash cowforce my support of war against One vowraise premiums against your rules of Lawyou try to make me beg and give my pawthinking this trick of playing dead is goodbut dogs and whores last only as there's foodstill further and front-most i joined a clanwhere true survival is instinct and humanso tax my ass and take my underweari'm higher than you feel you are up therewithout your greed and falser sense of rightwe were ever able to see the brighter lightso Plumber Joe get all your wrenches castthis pipe dream's leaking and it's breaking fastwe'll boycott all that is untrue and fakeand with that nightmare you'll wish you would wakewith homegrown and homemade our place is herewe checked in with our heads and shed our tearBlacks, Natives, women - all with our futurein billions to cause financial fractureany shell you try to hide the blame withwill shock and awe find the gloried state mythso hike and drop those gas bills one last timeit proves your kind and sort of fascist crimetill when the free man's way reverses freewe will be united and soon you'll seeforget the who and their imperfect lightsthe casting of truth and unity fights*****VOTE THE PEOPLE*****
Written 11/04/08 copyright ME Wilson
