Where's you revolution?

How many times have we heard that the revolution will not be televised? (BTW if you dont know that comes from The Last Poets) Looking at the state this country is in from a lying president, to the longest war in our history, to everything from gas to bread prices rising due to "speculation" on what might occur (i.e. gas going up for Ike but not going down after Ike didnt do what they "speculated" it was going to do) to the golden parachute being given to the wealthiest of all american's while the rest of us struggle to make it from check to check (Damn, why am I going on this trip again?<<<>

Something I'm working on

Where's the revolution?

ask us

First generation to be worst off than their parents

financially, the corporate and social ladder pulled up from above

Lower rungs made slippery with a mixture of oil and blood

Too abstract? How this

We enter the workforce with more debt on our backs

than we can ever pay back

You have to pay for power

Power comes from knowledge

You have to win the Power Ball to afford college

Power to the people!

Revolution?

Brown Vs. Board didnt abolish separate but equal

You go to school in your district

which is populate with your kind of people

How many billionaires live in your hood?

How many kids with a choice go to public instead of private schools

Poor people try to separate by race but their all equal

Middle class separates by gates but are all equal

Rich people separate by their money's dates but are all evil, equal

But between those 3 lines

there is no equal

Power lines dont just direct current - see

They separate people

T-6 Today I saw

a man, homeless according to his sign which also asked for money, at the stop light of a busy intersection. My American reaction: Red Side - he's able bodied, can work if he's out here all day begging, avoid eye contact and he wont see you and can't ask you for money. Oh and no abortions for you either! The homeless man walked by my window silently, looking down the road at the million dollars worth of cars their drivers tapping steering wheels impatient to move but conditioned to stay at the color of blood blinking. Some angrily saw red. My Blue Side: wondered if he had any knowledge of the programs, many of which I had worked for or with. If he was hungry, addicted, mentally ill or just unfortunate. The Blue Side reached for my wallet as the bloody blinking red light turned to gas guzzling green and honking horns urged me on my way. The human in me wanted to know his story so that I might not become it. The poet in me, he who will be traveling, wondered if I would have to hold a sign in the coming days. The modern day axiom came to mind : "we are all 2 paychecks from being homeless"

I turned around and stopped at a gas station to get change for the man and chips for the tuna sandwhich waiting for me at home. A woman was standing in front of the clerk next to be served but let others go before her as she counted her change and looked at her purchase. Bread. I bought my chips, gave her the change and went home. My days regret-I didnt give something to both of them. My days success-when I gave the change to the woman I wasn't thinking of the homeless man. It was from the heart. My days guilt-that I had to tell you about the woman at all.

T-7 and counting

You dont know me from the guy picking his nose in the car across from you but I am you. Today marks one week from the day that I will be homeless and unemployed in the worst economy since the great depression and riding around the country oh hope and God's will. Why? Cause I have to. For both of us. This is the essence of the adventure I will embark on...oh wait...who in the world am I? Elliot Axiom and I think I'm a poet, we will soon find out if I'm any good because thats how I will be financing this trip (buy somethin dammit!). Presently in NC, orginally from NYC (dont ask "Y") a member of the bull city slam team, a walking billboard against stereotypes (6'5" 300lb bald black ex-jock frat boy who writes poetry) who is infected with "wanderlust" and yearns for the road. Disclaimer:Dont try this shit at home...or alone! I plan to ride for a lot of reasons.
Catharsis
Curiosity
To See
To be Seen
To hear and to talk
To take pictures of places we forget or dont know exist
To ride Blue Highways (great book by the way)
most importantly to find out if there is something more...or is this all there is. If you wonder the same things but for whatever reason cant make the journey I invite you to ride with me.