This was my response to a Family member who wrote the following on the Annual Rainbow Family Gathering of the Tribes Facebook group:
we don’t need no more Rainbow Warriors. We need Rainbow Wizards and Poets Diplomats…. But we’re over full on the “Warriors”. Please stop putting out that call.
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In Druid tradition, the poets were the front lines of the war. To this day, we still are. Do not underestimate the Poets as Warriors. “The pen is mightier than the sword” and the words are the most ruthless swords.
Sounds like nonsense until you experience it firsthand. Poets go to great length to keep the peace by switching their words around and keeping silent until the right time, and God Help The Enemy if we let our fetters down. In wartime we are the true Front Line, everywhere and anywhere our words may be spoken, written, or signed. Do not underestimate us. Forget about the Bards, you may not even want to go there… it sounds so pretty though but they’re like Poets on Angel Dust, yet, the instrument softens the blow, thus making them appear to be peaceful; It’s called, “being deceitful.” Have you seen the Streets? Only the Bards and Poets have inherent immunity in Public Battle worth noting. I’m not even going to address Mystics, ok??? Oh yes, and the Wize Ones too. Do not underestimate Wize Ones. I mean seriously… we were decimated only a few centuries ago because we’re so friggin’ dangerous. These days, the Feds know all about it (vortex 1 and LSD anyone?), and they keep us around and sanction free movement of our kind because they know the People, which includes them, we’re all in bodies duh, won’t have a flying chance in Hell without us. We can operate from anywhere due to Quantum Mastery and are required to raise life. Hello, Midwifery??? HERBALISM???? I hope you like medicine when you’re sick. Which Witch are you? “We need more Poets” oh Lord, I hope not. Everyone hates Poets, even Poets ourselves!!! I for one hate my fellow Poets with a frothing passion because they say the stupidest shit, my God…and forget about getting a straight answer. Just don’t even let it cross your mind. Not only that, We (notice the “Royal We” for those of you who skipped English Class) could ask where the bathroom is and topple the building if timed or toned incorrectly. I guess that goes for Bards too but they’re too busy fucking to cast spells. But Poets, OM GODDESS…hear me now: any more untrained Poets get enlisted and that’s it, I’m quitting Damage Control because what’s the point. For crying out loud, people… who taught y’all? Anyone can play a Warrior. I’ve seen some real doozies pretending to be Warriors and it makes me sick. Wizards may be the most Hardcore of all; Try carrying an entire Library around THROUGH THE FUCKING WOODS AND THROUGH ALL OF TIME and see how you feel about defending the party (as in “group,” not “hoe-down”) then!!! not to mention that we can’t wear pointy hoods upright anymore because some real certified assholes ruined that for everyone. Not kidding there, either. They really fucked that up and they’ll pay for it, first to the people they hunted and killed, and then to their Wizard kin who are shamed into impotency by association. Seriously: Reverse-Race Deliverance for the KKK. Boogaloo, too. Get in line. No tolerance. Bard, start that Banjo. Hear my decree? There’s no “keeping it in the family” when you fuck with someone else’s family functions. Try to run and you’ll find a Saturn Conjunction. Factions in the Family and we say we’re Fighting Fracking. Give me a fucking break. Accountability will be made. That’s all I have to say about that. Let’r rip.
Poetry is code for that shit you can’t say outright
it is a silent scream first.
an eloquent demonstration second.
a ventriloquist’s counterpoint.
A Majical transmission.
and a fool Devil’s tool.
So pick a crusade. Represent it well.
then, please dispose of this note.
so says the zen master to the gypsy:
truth and trash are one.
or, in layman’s terms,
leave a penny, take a penny.
But really, leave it.
to be found abandoned by seashore,
friends with the starfish once again.
Meanwhile, sing a rondel.
pet a beagle.
experience instantaneous climax.
Borrow some fire.
Be out there and harmless,
Stationary under moving darkness.
Keep snake-spined and jelly-chested
Eyes like sand dragons refracting the wind in the grasses
like the breathing is in unison.
speak now, or forever hold your peace.
July 6, 2013
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