War Times…

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Some thoughts about these days in America.  Enough people are ready for World War.  This time it will not be pretty…

War Times

Good poets turn blood into verse.

No goin’ back,
Hit ’em hard,
This America,
Built by the gun,
R.I.P. ‘Merica,
Civil War gonna kill you.

Brother at Bill’s yesterday with Sun Dance scars said Jihad is a Native American idea, the twelve steps. Gave him a draft of my poem book for free.

The book starts:

My Jihad

Attack the corrupt without mercy and extreme brutality as you would attack a climb or pull a weight. Why should I be nice? Why should I not be angry? Why should I not be able to melt the ice in someone’s heart if I need love? I am sick, I am tired, poor, angry, and bold. This new anger is an energy for change. It is a catalyst, a fire. Energy, for a new world. I want to see hope in the youth’s eyes. They are lost. Sad, confused. Inspire the youth. Bring them the hope that the crushing student loan debt they have before they even begin adult life will be absolved or the liberation will come from simply not paying it. Go to a purely cash based economy or better yet, learn to use gift economy and never use money again. Dissociate yourself from the system of capitalism and you will be free to create something new. Squat, march, move, live, and love. Get into cooperatives. Go out and find friends. Associate and love them, give them the chance to know that you are there and that you care. Love and live not like some man or woman looking for emotional support, but as one willing to give support. Do not ask for anything, give everything and learn to live in a new way.

Brother Just Got Lynched

Don’t matter if it was suicide or the Klan,
I had a woman over for dinner last night,
Claimed to be for peace, ignorant of rage,
Why people in the streets of Ferguson?
They there perhaps because its that,
…or killing their neighbor the Klan member,
…or killing themselves in despair,
…or killing a cop for shooting their brother,
No peace without justice, you don’t see it?
This place is covered in blood?
This a lynching?
Yes, either by his own hand or by the Klan.
Don’t matter, suicide is a lynching by spirit,
Trump killed this brother,
Whites scared of terrorists,
They should be scared.

Does not matter who it is, America will bleed for its sins…

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About kayaerbil

I am a Berkeley educated chemistry Ph.D. who is moving into the area of working on developing appropriate technology for communities that are subjected to socio-economic oppression. The goal is to use simple and effective designs to empower people to live better lives. Currently, I am working with Native Americans on Pine Ridge, the Lakota reservation in South Dakota. I am working with a Native owned and run solar energy company. We are currently working on building a compressed earth block (CEB) house that showcases many of the technologies that the company has developed. The CEB house is made of locally derived resources, earth from the reservation. The blocks are naturally thermally insulating, keeping the house cool in the summer and warm in the winter. Eventually, a solar air heater and photovoltaic panels will be installed into the house to power the home and keep it warm, while preserving the house off the grid. A side project while in Pine Ridge is a solar computer. I hope to learn about blockchain encryption software for building microgrids. In addition, it is an immediate interest of mine to involve local youth in technology education.
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