Rich VS. Poor "The classic battle of our day and age"

There is a squiggly line between the rich and the poor. When you back up, zoom out, and focus on it, it looks like a winding river. A river that slithers and sneaks like a serpent. A serpent that taunts and teases us with the most beautiful of red apples. This is a continuation of what some believe to be the oldest story of mankind. But since when did we decide the over privileged control the apple?
The rich write the policies, decide the boundaries, and hoard the prophets. The rich make the rules, tempt our fate, and push us closer and closer to the edge for personal gain. The rich control the apple. The poor control nothing, not even their own fate. We build their castles, fight their wars, and kiss their asses. Could this really be what was intended? The middle class is drowning in debt. The lower class is teaming with disdain, anger, and anxiety. I for one find it almost impossible to hold back my rage any longer. The next time a bill collector tells me they need money….Money I in all honesty do not have….and I get some kind of Clint Eastwood tough guy routine…..Some Mafia debt collector Bull-Shit!!....I may lash out in anger. I may allow this anger to drive me to devious deeds. The end result…..one more poor kid in Arizona spends his spare time in prison. Right where the rich have decided poor kids like myself belong.
We ride along this squiggly river trying to keep our heads above water. Flailing our arms in utter desperation, faced with interest rates, late fees, and payments which pile one on top of the other so high no one can find the ending. Hard not to harbor hatred while the rich work less hours, sip Martini’s, exploit our justice system, and ride by waving distastefully on platinum yachts. I’m barely holding on…….I am grasping a shattered Styrofoam cooler here! I would kill to ride on a yacht! When does this become more than a figure of speech? Soon, metaphorically, if you ask me.
We are pliable…..set-up for failure…beasts of burden……work horses. We are considered the uneducated, classless, vile, scum of existence. Thrown in a cage and fed through media matrix tubing. 40hrs. a week with overtime to get by, working careers for kiss-ass bosses. Pushing Freedom in a Happy Meal. Test Tube slave labor. WE ARE MUTE!! When is the last time you made a large scale change in society? Never? It probably costs to much doesn’t it. Or you don’t have time between work, and you know sleeping…eating…grocery shopping……the trivial stuff. Your teachers lied to you..you will never be the President of the United States. Poor people can’t afford to run for president. Poor people can’t even afford gas.
This will be continued in Part 02.

Sounds Part.01

Bear the Astronot is perched on a dimly lit apartment patio brushing spider webs from his knee . “The world sounds different from the second floor,” he thinks to himself. He closes his eyes lightly in order to open his ears to the swirling sounds of the city. Above his head a helicopter pulses far in the distance almost in rhythm with the “clacking” of skateboard wheels across a winding sidewalk to his left. He can tell how fast the rider is going by the gap between sidewalk cracks. A compact vehicle speeds backwards from it’s parking space screeching as the driver quickly spins the wheel and propels forward. “Somebody just got in an argument.”
Farther back to the southwest kid’s are giggling at the pool, and he can barely make out their bare feet patting the wet ground around the pool. Dogs bark at each other holding a conversation even though 100’s of feet separate them. “The sky is dark tonight, and somebody is listening to Justin Timberlake.” He wonders if it’s a guy or girl, but that thought is interrupted by something exciting happening on the televisions inside his apartment. “Somebody most have just won something.”
He closes his eyes more tightly this time, and suddenly another layer of sounds becomes apparent. Bear is amazed at how loud the humming of electricity and background noise is. It seems to grow louder the more he pays attention to it. It sounds like all of the street lights in the city have joined up with the car engines and electronics in a perfectly timed attempt to combine all of their powers and blow up the entire metropolitan span of Phoenix. He starts to worry a bit as the static and buzzing grows louder and louder… It begins to sound like marching……but then………to the right………a baby cries………and his ears hit mute on the background noise.
The babies parents are discussing something of importance, but it’s not in English. A cricket is hidden in a bush below him, and a man is yelling at his girlfriend. Somebody arms their car alarm, and the wind shakes a piece of paper in the corner of the patio. “That plane sounds really close.” He tries to lean out a bit and gain a better vantage point, and maybe catch a glimpse of the passing aircraft, but isn’t successful. To be Continued…………..

"The Revolution Starts Now!!!"

Attention all space heads, cosmo soldiers, and sci-nerds, “The Revolution Starts Now!!!” As a product of society I have coined the phrase………Make Society Productive to It’s Members……How you ask….Simple. All you have to do is sacrifice a little of your coveted TV time, open your mind to events outside of your immediate day to day life, take a risk every once in a while, and care about other people. 85% of the people reading this just stopped, convinced themselves that was too difficult, and clicked back on their link to MySpace….for those of you left, let’s begin.

Revolution is an important occurrence, and one that happens everyday around you. Most revolutions go unrecognized because they do not immediately affect your everyday life, or atleast not enough for you to want to expend the time and effort necessary to help. It takes the courage of individuals fed-up with the way something is happening. Once enough people are fed-up, they ban together, find a common cause, and fight for it. What is your Revolution? Everybody is fed-up with something. If you don’t make it change, it may never, and you may have to be fed-up with it for the rest of your life. No matter how many people try to tell you otherwise…”We are not put on earth to wander miserably working jobs we hate and drooling over needless goods we can not afford” There is more to life than that.

Most Revolutions fail…….but when you try, it distracts you from how tired of monotonous existence you are. It makes you feel important because you are. That is worth it for me...I don't know about you. Don’t be talked out of fighting for what matters to you. Don’t think people in offices or on TV will run the world better than you. Your opinion is just as important as the presidents. Your opinion is just as important as Oprah’s. Your opinion has the same importance as a celebrities, or reality TV actor’s. Revolutions are not televised, they are synchronized.

What is revolutionary about my generation? What do we stand for? What galactic significance do we have? Will anybody write anything about us in History Books? I am officially dropping the term Generation X and replacing it with what we really are…….The Puppet Generation. Media, Corporations, Oil Companies, all the things winy individuals like myself bitch about constantly. Everything we have adopted into our regular everyday life has tiny fish hooks on it. Consumer goods, weight loss pills, and fashion trends dangle slowly down, hypnotizing us, and laying gently against our flesh. As soon as they make contact the Puppet Masters yank back quickly embedding these hooks under our skin. Now we move and act as they please, to get what they have convinced us we need. I’d rather bitch all day to no prevail then dance like a good little puppet. But hey…I’m a Revolutionary. The kind of rebellious society rearranging wacko they just might write about in History Books someday.

Why not start numerous Revolutions right now at this moment? Is trying to change the way things operate in society really that much of a waste of time? Is catching “Your Show” more important? Ask yourself these questions, but don’t take my advice I am a cynical, hypocritical, Rebellion Addict. Decide for yourself if you hold back from saying things you really think because you don’t want to stir the pot. Ask yourself if changing the world is worth the consequences of rebellion. Ask yourself if “The Revolution Starts Now!!!” or if you would rather have somebody else decide what is worth fighting for. I’m gonna’ go start a revolution!!! Peace and knowledge…..Bear the Astronot.

This post was influenced by a song entitled "The Revolution Starts Now!!!" which will be on my up coming release "Cricket Songs." I hope you get to hear the song, and enjoyed my thinking on this subject.