Written in solidarity with the prisoners of Malawi who’s voices carry their stories beyond the walls that imprison them.
I heard the Malawi birds
they were bundled and stacked
buried so deep
but their voices reach so high
does their location
negate the warmth of their tears
we can learn so much from suffering
how long must our education persist
who will finally be the one
to rip the door off the cage
wings were meant to fly
not to die…
These walls
silent as the dark & lost
haunting as a ghost
these walls
will fucking crush us all
if we ever give up hope
these walls
steal inches by the hour
pressing down & smashing joy
these walls
will gladly break us all
if we ever give them the power
these walls
snap shots of decaying minds
cold and without mercy
block out the sun, in case it shines
shocks out the dark in case it’s night
these walls
will kill us all
if we dont have the will to bear it
I refuse to make a habit
of being oppressed or oppressive
to wear chains and pretend
they’re bracelets
nothing orange is stylish
these meals aren’t gifts
and these captors aren’t our pals
don’t give a fuck how their day is
or if they’re breathing
that pepper spray isn’t cologne
these beatings aren’t for show
the fire got put out in our cans
but the power is in our hands
till they rob the air we breathe
i’ll stand on the side of action
lessons learned today
mental weakness overcome today
will make a better me tomorrow
for refusing to be broken
and refusing to make a habit
of being oppressed
or of being oppressive
such will keep me free
no matter what they bring
Living in open caskets
breaking down into fractions
if we’re animals
are these our zoos?
if god loves us
are jails the pews?
asleep but i’m awaken
hunger strikes me
the earth is shaken
time is my only consumption
living in broken societies
breaking down into surrogate families
i’m hungry
for anything
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There’s no more bridges
roses, flowers or gardens
mutual friendship is foreign
a dream like a soft mattress
territorial beast w/out their homes
no take out, just shake downs
felt to be disowned
only madness to look forward to
calender days an abstract time away
by the time they’ve parted the gates
the whole world has changed
Hometown heroes forget we exist within morality
the person shooting up was once someone’s everything
cuddly kids call the president a primate, cause they hate his pigment
not racist if it’s politics just more social biggots
one pump of blood away from being a fleeting memory
once pump and pull away from an unwanted family
villains in our lives aren’t just symbols they’re existing
placing more importance on critical moments
instead of having joy in simply loving
rascal radicals ditching ethics and street battles
rather duplicate love w/bubble gum flavored capsules
loving all life in 8 hour segmants
then rushing off to the bathroom to get in line for seconds
as soon as the crash begins re-up or we’re all dead
every moment sober is a moment to forget
born with so much privilege we’ve forgotten how to live
all our positivity is wrapped with foil in the fridge
road splits to decency but we’ll never cross that bridge
can’t fight the state when our hands shake too much to make a fist
one more bump to get us going + we’ll swear life is bliss
creating all our drama so we created this
to be happy in this moment to recall what love is
One day the water that feeds
the grass
Will wash away the stain
of captivity off me
The clouds will open their arms in a
Warm embrace
Years of hurt and abstract existence
will be wiped clean
I can’t smell freedom but one day
we all might
Days can’t be bought on the free market
But they can be stolen at gun point
Trees can’t grow in a day, but we clean
out forests in mutilating seconds…
One day the water that feeds the world
will purify my soul
-EK
There’s more to life than Judgements
And gavels
Dogmas and logos, division and
Squalor
There’s more to love than ego & control
Connections between beating hearts
And the rain that feeds the soil.
Existence is observance
And love can mean just learning
Either we let go or we grow
– EK
This poem was written by Eric in solidarity with all of the long-term eco, anarchist and trans prisoners, it was inspired by his solitary confinement experience.
“Poem About Darkness”
I may never open these eyes again
who knows maybe I’m already dead
three inches of sunlight sure feels nice
when the sun goes
so do my eyes
traces on the walls shifting
can’t tell if I am falling or lifting
no reading
no thinking
thoughts of a vacation underground
always mad, always broken
is this actually happening
or did something snap
one phone call a day
drags me out of this cellar
what if tomorrow it doesn’t
break this darkness
This poem was written in solidarity with the Baltimore rebels
They couldn’t take the heat
egos as fragile as their power structure
bones break, convictions never
they think the lions been put down
more thorn in the paw
they strike what they fear
murderers and brutes, for our safety
our skulls are crunched
you are not the victim
you are a revolutionary
battle tested joining good company
confused pig bastards
forgot that you’re the shark
and the blood is in the water
their violence validates further
the struggle that forces the beast
to view its true self
reflections of hatred and spite
battle tested, keep holding that mirror
