home is better

Well I am quite beside hope and feel more helpless

the cameras keep everything at a stand

My mind locked in an old place…

strangled

mother’s neediness

father’s brutality…

pain...

her pull magnetic

but empty…

his pull psychopathic

but greedy…

home is home…

on the move...

away from pain towards pleasure…

are we really as simple as that?…

inward in this way view the world…

first person with an emphasis on first

as a revolutionary

I am not convinced

Capitalism merely needs

to be reformed

very best tolerable

worst a polluted totalitarianism

controlled by a few capitalists…

It is by design I suppose if we can consider it part of our nature…those who abuse others do not believe they are abusing others…in the sense of abuse being punishment…physically or creating an atmosphere of dread…one of oppression…where if one was to step outside the lines which became tighter and tighter mimicking the double bind the perpetrator must find himself in, I the blue eyed blond haired son and then three daughters, surely god is trying to tell us something.

a society of consumption by definition will die from it,

either too much (environmental degradation) or to little (starvation)

strangely the system incorporates revolution quite easily

and the occupy wall street Is not fuelled by the same resentment

of a thirty year military dictator who employed street gangs to keep the order

dissent was met with torture imprisonment death

occupy wall street

though harmless shows a flicker of dissent

a young intelligent adult can see

he has not the mobility of his grandfather

or the choice of dropping out…

like union contracts that don’t include new hires

in the collective bargaining agreement

older generations have sold out younger ones in the interest of self desire

demographically the number is too small too matter

the boomers still in charge and still in control

a concentration of wealth

migrating up the food chain

in deep tracks of globalization

we are unawares

of the damage

and have been caught

in the odiousness

of debt

whom do I owe?

a measure by which

I will be judged

regardless of character

birth and location

the heavy metrics

I have lost track of the time and am off to NY

to check out the protest in my new job

as reporter on revolutions

that are destined to fail