Room 101 – An Orwellian Poem

Room 101

Fear, falling to hate like in 1984

The telescreen plays war music

like this video game commercial

and then the enemy is shown

Goldstein / Trump 2018

War is peace!

Freedom is slavery.

Ignorance is strength!

2+2=5

CNN / FOX 2018

&hatred&war& they have us

right where they want us

divided and scared.

– use your anger

Luke, come to the

dark side –

&myth&reality collides

God is in question and they

instill more fear more hate

and some eat it up talk about it

all day …

NPR – Democracy Now

Twitter – and another Ad

another like

another click.

we have been baited

the trap has been set.

This is room 101 –

– unless we remember

to love our neighbor

help our friends and

families we will

fall to their

narrative –

We play offense

full court love and reason

we are down at half

time – in the locker room

beat up – pissed off!

It just doesn’t matter!

It just doesn’t matter!

because love still exists

just as the sun moon and

the rain

children still laugh and

the good shall overtake

the bad.

– An injury to one

is an injury to all –

(Don’t Mourn – Organize)

WE SHALL OVERCOME

I do believe!

WE SHALL OVERCOME

some day!


1984-19561 (1)

Photo from the Internet Archive – Get the 1984 audiobook here

poems of Rumi


Coleman Barks accompanied
by Marcus Wise (tablas), David Whetstone (sitar),
Celso Maldanado, Michael Meade, and Olatunji (drums)


Spring

and everything outside is growing!

Even the tall cypress tree.

We must not leave this place!

Around the lip of the cup we share

these words …

my life is not mine

if someone were to play music –

it would have to be very sweet.

We’re drinking wine but

not through the lips.

We’re sleeping it off but

not in bed.

Rub the cup across your forehead

this day is outside of living and dying.

Give up wanting what other people

have, that way you’re safe.

Where, where can I be safe you ask?

This is not a day for asking questions!

Not a day on any calendar.

This day is conscience of itself.

This day is a lover

bread and gentleness

more manifest than saying can say.

Thoughts take take form with words

but this daylight is beyond and before

thinking and imagining

those two. They are so thirsty but

this gives smoothness to water.

Their mouths are dry and their tired.

The rest of this poem is too

blurry for them to read.