We’ve shown you thousands of happy pictures from around the world on Oct. 24–here’s a sad one. Tempest–a 25-year-old spoken word artist and musician–closed the event on Hornby Island British Columbia that day with the spirited spoken word poem below.
Earlier this month she was found dead in an apparant homicide. Much much too young, obviously, and with a great deal left to tell the world. We hope her words here will resonate, and we’re grateful to have been her colleagues.
Callin’ all People
Come together
With eachother
To make this world bb-better!
I’m calling you out:
all you freaks all you of the counter culture,
all you dissidents, those who disagree with the way
things are going.
How we are being manipulated,
Processed and Regurgitated
Made passive and separated
People!
I’m calling you out:
Out of your comfort shell as an individual to
experience this diverse community
For divided we fall.
Made small by the consumer safety net invented to keep
you indebted.
Come out of your padded castle built on guilt and
repression out into the street to meet those of like
mind for we live in a time that is running out!
Callin’ all People
Come together
With eachother
To make this world bb-better!
I’m calling you out:
For we all agree that something is amiss
That we’ve been misplaced and now we’re about to be
found out recognizing the similarities that bind us
united they can’t terrorize us for we are the
People!
I’m calling you out:
For though we stand on different sands
We comprise the shores of this vast land
Under the sun, beneath the skin
Finding ourselves as spirit again
Soul beings seeing the same light
Arising to our divine senses we were given
In these bodies to make a difference with our
existance!
Callin’ all People
Come together
With eachother
To make this world better!
I’m callin you out:
To listen, let go of the hallow throat of division
Revive your eyes made dull and blind by over
stimulation
Allow yourself the space to be made uncomfortable at
the rate of decline of inquiring minds
Succombing to the dumbing down of our natural
inclination to question!
People!
I’m calling you out:
So come out with me to the fields and streets and
we’ll gather our scattered faith
Start to recover our inner vision
Eliminate the estranged skin
Superimposed segregation
These toxic ways outdated
The jaded soil of modernization.
Dig in! Revitalize this great sacred earth that
provides us with life
Worn tired and thin by the tramping feet of 6.7
bbbbillion
Callin’ all People
Come together
With eachother
To make this world better!
I’m calling you out:
Lay down your arms of dissention
Political bickering of race and religion
To embrace the whole of the human essence
The gift of our mass restlessness to make constructive
changes
Register the big picture locally
Bring it home become strong within your own nation
Realize that the truth resides in you!
People!
I’m calling you out:
That in our strength we not stant apart because we are
each a part of the solution
As fingers to the hand spinning strands with every
orchestration, conducting the weave into a culmination
of planetary understanding
Demanding recognition of this collective
transmigration
Cultivating the teachings of 7 generations
the cause is ready for you to step into your power
I’m Callin all People!
Come together
With eachother
To make this world bb-better!
I’m calling all…. Calling all…. We’re callin
aaaalll People!