The human race, a tapestry of lands, each thread born from ancient hands. From every land, each tribe and face, we carry roots time can't erase.
Subcultures bloom from ancient ground, with rhythm, spice, and sacred sound. Each gifted hand, each voice and art, fashions a legacy etched in hearts.
From deserts wide to oceans deep, our ancestors’ wisdom still does speak. That deep-rooted wisdom shapes the youth. Those ancient teachings whisper truth. They left us songs, they left us flames, to light the path and shape our name.
We gather now, a vibrant thread, woven strong where dreams are spread. We come together, hands unclenched, distributing light where shadows drenched. Embracing difference, not with fear, but with a grace that draws us near.
Each strength we share, each weakness graced, communities healed, society raised. Together rising, side by side, with open hearts and arms stretched wide. We build, we share, we rise, we teach. No soul too distant, nor out of reach. In unity, our spirits fly, a brighter day beneath one sky.
...Even in our own subcultures
this pattern most people can see,
look at the endless dysfunction
that curses our inner cities.
A culture than has accepted
a lack of fathers in their lives,
a culture that thinks real success
is betrayal, they’re ‘acting white.’
With music that glamorizes
thugs who murder to get their dope,
is that the culture you’d embrace?
Is that what will give our kids hope?
Now if they have some good ideas
it is quite smart to learn from that,
but some stray ideas are much different
then embracing all that is bad.
You judge culture by its results,
the west brought freedom, prosperity,
so much that Asia imitates it,
and now grows more and more wealthy.
Why take after the dysfunction,
failed cultures make nothing of note,
some cultures are better than others,
and the west is better than most.
Let’s be real, it’s not even close.
Ecopolitics of music appreciation and performance
is not about race,
other than sufficiency of syncopating rhythm and pace,
nor only about competing subcultures,
although this comes closer to my soul matter.
Multiculturing music resonance appreciation
is about ecopolitical range of emotion
acutely and precisely and overwhelmingly articulated
sometimes with dancing performance motions
appropriate to deep wise lyrical resolutions.
Rooted in my permacultural music appreciation class
of many multiculturing octaves,
when choosing my richest and deepest performing Voice,
I am inclined toward denser Chris Blues
over simpler Country-Western one-octave ranges,
devoid of EastCoast creolic jazzy gospel shakes and rocks
and rolling moves.
Probably for similar ecopolitical music appreciation reasons,
I would not choose to replay a dissonant Trump card
when seeking both deep and widely healthy WinWin outcomes,
especially when our choice
is for lead ecopolitical health-wealth Voice.
Souls of soldiers... They keep marching on
From battles behind to battles beyond
With boots on the battlefield and one billion bullets in their brains
Obediently following their orders to stop many mudmonsters and to ice the insane
Invasions get stopped and killer Kings get killed
Sacrificing themselves...some get slaughtered and spilled
With bad blood on the bricks...they read the writing on the wall
Neverending are the names of the warriors that fall
Courage gets the call of the chosen and the few
While comfort makes corruption and cowards take their cues
Through the black and the blues they keep marching on
Through broken bones and bruises...stumbling and staggering
Through intense purple pain still they press on
Pulling the plugs on another pigs power trip
In slimy subcultures in the sewers they slip
Sacrificing their sanity...death and damage is their due
With nothing to gain and nothing left to lose
From trails of tears from yesteryears to terror tracks of tomorrow
From battles behind to battles beyond...
Souls of soldiers they keep marching on
Encrypted liturgies time-honoured fascinations....
Aside these contiguous rivers of resoundings ~
Tintinnabulating endemics adorned amid the amulets of
Unilaterals ornate tidings enchanting chimes
If one so seeks to find....
This paean charm beyond their own eyes then
Whom can truly say until all has been told?!
Pacifism; universalism; factions; subcultures; dissensions towards
A sunflowers hopeful dreams thus held amid these
Softened petals of such fragrant love ~
Betwixt the ever present shadows wherein, they grow....
Realms casting senses and, who is wrong and who is right!?
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"Beyound the Night" *
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