I live in an Alien Nation
surrounded everyday by miles of steel and windshield
mazes of glazed eyed faces
when I dare to venture from behind my castle walls
I live in an alien nation
where I have to sing loudly, have to speak loudly or be drowned
by the deafening silence, the roar of white noise
I live in a nation where my child can be taken at the drop of a dime
where doing right by my son is a crime
where teaching the truth about this paradigm
is a potential life sentence
where child abuse is a refusal to poison his blood...
where normalcy is corrupted genes, and flashing screens, and gory scenes
where we're trained to sleep but never to dream
taught to listen but not to hear
not to fight, but embrace our fear
told to look but not to see
the curtained men behind TV...
and the lies, all the lies of the blood, white and blue
are sang out as gospel, while condemned whisper truth.
I LIVE IN AN ALIEN NATION
where rights are recognized and you are a free being,
so long as I AGREE with your preference, your perspective
all subjectives must align with Government approved objectives
in order to be allowed to apply
to sit in an office
to get on a list
to wait for your turn
to exercise your freedoms.
in the home where the BRAVE RAVE about the land of the free.
I live in an alien world where the rain that falls upon my roof
must be paid for with tithings
of bloodied bills and silver chips
before I let it cross my lips...
and quench the thirst for God knows what
where raped and battered all are sluts
where LOVE is damned on hateful signs
is it any wonder? the crumbling of times...
In this alien nation, this glittering town
where buildings are blown up then blamed on the brown
while the flock doesn't notice that murderous clown...
AND now Jesus has COME!
but he's still dropping bombs...
but his crimes are forgiven because of his skin
because every thing's twisted and virtue is sin.
where aging is a terror
and death is a failure
despite the pain or the shape that we're in.
In this alien nation this world I live in
can't anyone tell me where to begin
how do we fix up this mess that we're in?
but NO... I live in an alien nation...
I live IN alienation
where awkwardness conceals kindness
where insecurities leftover from last years dinner
obscure a heart two sizes too large.
My alien nation is tribeless
though full of love and a family clan heaped with beauty and good intentions
but stuck in the ruts and ditches of a long hard road
generations of blue collars, red necks, and white privilege
in the land of blue blood, mountains of green, and foundations of war machines.
I live in an alienation where confidence is bought, inherited, or peer reviewed.
In my closet are dozens of variations...
outfits of confidence I try on for size.
take off, hang back up for another day
or leave crumpled, crying in a heap on the floor in my closet.
In my closet I rent to own.
Spoken word, fumbled songs,
borrowed confidence I hope to someday own
Of the radiant woman I aspire to be...
one day when the fit is right.
I live in an ALIEN NATION
where the story in my open book is not received
made into a movie for TV,
but instead deceived
the heart on my sleeve
made into a sly and slick game of charades
a subtle parade of mockery
where vulnerabilities are exploited and heckled
as gross imperfections displayed by artists
who seek to hurt but claim to heal
in an alien nation full of broken children
struggling to place those missing pieces,
stuck in boxes,
crawling under tables
digging in bins in the back of our closets....
looking... searching... hunting
for those missing parts, those broken toys
broken girls... broken boys...
I live in an alien nation where color
where vibrancy and smiles conceal pain and very real scars
no judgement on who bears the heaviest burden
and no pity requested or even tolerated
just the acknowledgement of the presence of those scars
in hopes that they will be seen as open to healing
not scabs for the picking because....
I LIVE IN a scarred nation
a scared nation, a falling nation, a sleeping nation, a weeping nation.
A nation where some sing sweetly and some sing to a different tone
not deaf, but strum a different song, hum a different tune
A nation where words can maim
can cause great pain
to those who have both ears and tears,
in this nation of sharp tongues and jealous eyes.
In this nation of forests and trees,
birds and bees,
of sticks and stones and broken bones,
of war and blood, and kings on thrones
this alien nation that WE don't own
that's littered with oil, with greens, but not ferns
that's pushing and pulling and bending and breaking
with some who are giving but more who are taking
and talking not doing, and talking and FAKING
and I just can't stand it!
I struggle to stand, and I struggle to walk
and I doubt what I see, what I think, what you talk...
and I read and I plan
and I scream DAMN THE MAN!
and I give, talk, and beg, and I offer my hand...
but I can't say for sure, just with whom should I stand?
In this revolution
This conscious evolution.
Dedicated with so much love and admiration to my family at the Gesundheit Institute, West Virginia