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Are
we, us, about to learn what all beautiful
voices
have faced
from the Lesser Goldfinch to Parakeets
to human feet that take flight on the song
of life
lived free
that
their rapture becomes reason to capture
is a sad chapter in the history of voice
She
sang in her Oklahoma High School choir
until it required her to pee
she, in the land of the free
hand sung of the brave
she had minded her P's and Q's, so she refused
reasoning
it unreasonable to search first, she went
Fourth
She,
perched atop her Constitution
singing the bars that secure
protections
from the sounds of her body personal
being drained
in the name of
"Drug Free"
Schools
being fooled, roomfuls of peers
staining the rug being pulled out,
beneath them
they fill
cups
With
mug shots of U.S.
the pitch
ur is us pissing in the
name of security
have we fallen so far from the Tree
of
Liberty
that to sing in our choirs requires us to
pee
"gees
us"
Our
scales thus assailed
are a falling pitch that
"Doth, say, to, me, where, is, thy,
dig
ni
ty"
when forced to listen to my pee
being given to authorities
What
kind of choir desires that you pee
"Oh say can you see
me"
standing in line to pee, so I can sing
from sea to shining sea
that we live on our knees
a nation that pees
by Supreme Court decree
WE
move from free to voluntary to man
datory
it's the same old story
from free to your knees
they start with the youth
they're innocent
but
To
be drug free means being drug through
gates that separate us from our heritage
into a tyranny
When
the apple on the teacher's desk
has been replaced by the hard core
a cup
a de-vice
a vial is now your file
line up and smile
while
we drain the last refrains
of
"Oh say, can you see
"
hey, just pee!
Kenny
Rose Butts 4-11-02
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Breakthrough
He
called to say he'd had a
breakthrough
a breakthrough sounds like
good news
and if it were true
he'd have a new world view
An
uprising
Is what we all need
to be free
to be
above what's Bush we need a new world view
that up lifts instead of down loads
repeating rifts that set us adrift
in conflict
We
need a see change, above what's Bush
to the plains where the buffalo roam and
the Am you ignition is your intuition to
the
uprising
not to lie
down, but to rise up to
see
to start
anew you
a mystical,
mythical you trip that exists
through
every you that breaks through
is
the true uprising
Looking
down, we stall then fall
through the thin ice
that masquerades as you rising
then cracks under psycho-social-familiar-political
bum
bardments
We're
under attack, we need an uprising
against in
fussin' and fightin'
in relationships, in home, in air, underwater,
over there, downstairs
we need an uprising block by block
around the clock
We
need an uprising
that builds us up
we need a breakthrough, but it's up to every
you
to rise up
to break through the bad news
is to create a you
that breakthroughs
to be true
just how do you do
that
Just
start an uprising
that sees what you do
each moment you breakthrough
moves all who move through
contact with you
nearer the
Uprising
the consciousness change
that
breakthrough
you
makes
the world change
Kenny
Rose Butts 1-12-03
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Intoxicated
Fiction
Oh
Golden State
"Do unto others as your judge instructs
you do unto them"
there are no other wise men
the California Supreme Court tells us,
so
"Do unto others as you're instructed
to do"
Forget
the age old jury nullification rule
"A nullifying jury is essentially a
lawless jury"
so says the thief judge
we can't trust in you
just who are you
just do
what the chief says to do
this is the new judge-ment day
this is the new governed-ment way
the governed must lay away, old nullification
days
you don't need to have a say
the modern judgment day has no place for
old juried ways
The
jury box has room for twelve,
but not for one, who might come
to see, his part, greater than
some legislated sum
the law that's passed by representatives,
few
cannot be nullified, by the lowly, you
so says the judge, selected by who?
and why!?
to nullify you
The
jury box was not meant to be
redesigned or redefined for the fox
who guards our justice, them or us
who guards we, the people's justice?
the people or the people "elected"
or selected
The
last line of defense, against, state
run, ways
jury nullification
has just been tampered with
the jury box has a new lock step to it
the key has been taken
out
out of the people's hand
and
all middle fingers
that make nullifying gestures
will be, must be
gaveled into a court-ordered iron fist
Consciousness
was not meant to be court ordered
consciousness was meant to be courted
by the highest ideals
not
dealt by the highest court
consciousness has a higher order
An
order respected for centuries
from our beginning to their end, 2001
now an order of one, over everyone
this chain-linked judgment day
chokes
off the nullifying voice
why
must the gavel of the justices
come down
as a, you must
Evict
the voice that's out of tune, with, what
this high pitched court that resorts
to knuckleheaded, inside sliders to control
you
curving its way around nullification
to insure a jury box that calls it
like the empire sees it
We're
not neutral and we won't be nullified
we believe in justice not the injustice
of
you must convict
regardless of any consciousness conflict
why can they inflict your conscience
with their congressional court sided convictions
without any restrictions
Are
we, the people being turned into fact
Tories
loyal to the judge, not the jury or the
judged
on judgment day
loyal
to courts where the fact, that you broke
a law
tips the scales
even if the law is an intoxicated fiction
Kenny
Rose Butts 5-08-01
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Division
Without Vision
She
was imprisoned, caught, captured, sentenced
to life
why
were words, she didn't use, but she knew
if others were confused
that heaven was now a hell in a cell
a
division without vision
A
room by you can't roam
a place with no release date
they want you to mate, but
you know not to ever date, you
realize your fate, you can't understand
their hate
at least you know, you
won't procreate
Procreate
when you live in hate
you've put your foot down before
to say, "No more"
but
they want more, more of your
kind
So
they designed, though you're resigned
so "refined" are they
they find a way
to force you to reproduce, so reduced are
you
forced to Re produce when you're not loose
So
lost are they, they find a way to artificially
inseminate
no love, no date, no mate, still they inseminate
immaculate coercion to conceive
deceives
the meaning of thy father and mother
She
delivers a life, she never conceived
she's not relieved, she's deceived
she doesn't roam free
she didn't mate but now it's too late
she knows she gave birth, but not of this
earth
first
Forced
to reproduce when you're not loose
to procreate to die behind gates
a fate you refused, until abused
through
the
artificial inseminate
used
no
date, no mate, no love
devined
scientifically
Assigned
a designation, as a nation apart
a part
your womb, a room, to deliver into the tomb
of stone walls
offspring
of
Zoo
mothers forced to deliver
a sexist, specieist warning to all wo/men
a
message
that
your most private parts can be invaded
womb raided, impregnated
by
forces with resources unnatural
to
all
Kenny
Rose Butts 11-28-01
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but never in love
He
had fallen
but never in love
in fact he had often said
"I've fallen but never in love"
He had fallen
but never in love
He
had always held on
to telling others to, "Hold on"
to his telling of stories
which held him up, from
falling in love
He
had a hold on
an
attitude that held out
against letting someone else in
Inside
he held out
to doubt about
love and himself
he held himself up
he had fallen
a felon to breaking up, anything new
on entering a room anew, or
one he thought he knew
he was always on review
Of
a hold he had taken over himself
so unshaken his view of, "falling in
love"
it had become a feeling he'd forsaken
for it had never taken a hold
so he held himself up
To
a hold that he held
till the hand that he held
was a hand that could hold
the hand of a man that had
never held love
This
fallen son, who had held on to
"Hold on"
let go, to behold, that he had fallen
but never in love
because what he had held on to so hard
was above what had befallen him before
So
when he had fallen, it was never, into love
but
into the sum of what he had become
but
by changing his grip and his pre
fix
by not holding himself up
he broke with his past
to enter at last
The
fall that brings us all up
a fellow that loves
Kenny
Rose Butts 1-24-02
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Monumental
Threat
Let's
build a monument to threats
it's worked so well, so long
so deep
it creeps
it reaps
little Bo Peeps
and sows
sheep
Let's
build a monument to threats
death
threats work
work, work, work
it's a Foreign Policy
America kills and dies, lie by lie
but speak the truth
in a monumental way and become
Threatened,
a word all the world knows too well
threatened, known to all who seek, speak
or hear
the call of the wild
listen to the calls, but come to the rescue,
become
threatened
Make
flags, bear images, cat calls, sea walls,
state flowers, but state the truth, become
threatened
Take
a stand for this land, misstep, leg hold
traps
but
mistreat, doublespeak, mass produce, no
use, stay in line,
right lineage, spread seed, make need,
overproduce, make use, create abuse, make
the news
but
say stop, go on
to the
Threatened
list, a who's who of owls and voles and
volunteers
cry out
loud enough
become
Threatened,
by buyers of sellers whose savings are safe
in far away monoliths in a metropolis, then
say
that those who say,
"Save a place for rivers or lakes"
are a threat to be threatened
in the name of
"The
land of the free and the home of the brave"
Kenny
Rose Butts 9-26-00
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