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Writing and researching politics and social issuesThu, 09 Apr 2020 21:41:49 +0000en-CA
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1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.5.270863899Chains
https://siever.ca/kim/2020/01/21/chains/
https://siever.ca/kim/2020/01/21/chains/#respondTue, 21 Jan 2020 23:46:32 +0000https://siever.ca/kim/?p=4102
Shackled and fettered in chains
Sacrificed body and brains
Hooked up straight into my vein
Labour gets sucked down the drain
Only for capital gain
Ignoring my illness and pain
Begging and pleading in vain
Silenced each time I complain
Speak up considered profane
Hours each day on the train
Ever extinguishing flame
My number is now my new name
Whispers in secret start swayin’
Conspirators also are sayin’
All of us no longer playin’
Time for the head to start payin’
Together our voices outweighin’
As long as we’re standin’ and stayin’
Our message more strongly conveyin’
Power and strength we’re displayin’
This isn’t pretend we’re portrayin’
No longer on us are they preyin’
Instead, they are cowerin’, prayin’
The shackles and fetters decayin’
]]>https://siever.ca/kim/2020/01/21/chains/feed/04102Polished skin
https://siever.ca/kim/2019/08/18/polished-skin/
https://siever.ca/kim/2019/08/18/polished-skin/#respondSun, 18 Aug 2019 23:46:37 +0000https://siever.ca/kim/?p=3707
A fraying thread now fading red knitting my heart splitting apart.
A crimson rag I glisten tag the lonely tears that hold my fears.
A tattered shawl in battered brawl comforts my back from hurt and crack,
It flood with red from blood I shed, my weighted yoke, deflated, broke.
A scarlet rope ‘round scar-red hope to bind a hole in mind and soul.
A ruddy pin so bloody thin securing pain, injured again.
A cherry cloth, it nary doth erase away the basest ache.
And here I sit so counterfeit with polished skin but mauled within.
]]>https://siever.ca/kim/2019/08/18/polished-skin/feed/03707Topsy turvy
https://siever.ca/kim/2019/06/16/topsy-turvy/
https://siever.ca/kim/2019/06/16/topsy-turvy/#respondSun, 16 Jun 2019 23:57:31 +0000https://siever.ca/kim/?p=3659
Towering trees all veiled with leaves, hanging from the sky
Calming seas with salty breeze in the desert dry
Starry light so dimly bright shining through the ground
Chicken flight of soaring height to the prairies bound
Blazing fire and climbing higher fuelled by frosty ice
Reaching spire up from the mire, and pearls of little price
Oil wipe with water swipe, while darkening of soul
Black and white midst greying stripes, widening the hole.
Cradled by my fingers, this awkward chunk of stone,
Sharp and jagged edges hiding shapes unknown.
Inside there’s potential, whispering as urge.
Time and slow precision cause vision to emerge.
Careful chipping silence reveals what’s ’neath the face.
Water polished finish marks the resting place.
Standing now before me—none before had stood;
Pleased with this new story, I declare it good.
Listen
]]>https://siever.ca/kim/2018/07/04/chipping-silence/feed/03448Into the Dark of the Depths
https://siever.ca/kim/2018/07/01/into-the-dark-of-the-depths/
https://siever.ca/kim/2018/07/01/into-the-dark-of-the-depths/#respondSun, 01 Jul 2018 17:46:36 +0000https://siever.ca/kim/?p=3424
Into the dark of the depths
Sapping and draining my breath
Diving away from the light
Vanish from surface’s sight
Alone in my silent descent
Away from the cries of repent
But there at the bottom so still
A new light my empty soul fill
Listen
]]>https://siever.ca/kim/2018/07/01/into-the-dark-of-the-depths/feed/03424Waters of Dust
https://siever.ca/kim/2018/06/04/waters-of-dust/
https://siever.ca/kim/2018/06/04/waters-of-dust/#respondMon, 04 Jun 2018 21:01:20 +0000https://siever.ca/kim/?p=3420
Hanging up on a cross;
Dripping from toes, my dross.
Buried in waters of dust,
Chipping away at crust.
Breathing on me, a dove
Sent from the moon above.
Tending fin, wing, and claw.
Eating good fruit I saw;
Nibbling on blood and brain.
Riding on wheel of pain.
Farming thorns from the brink,
Wanting for crumb and drink.
Listen
]]>https://siever.ca/kim/2018/06/04/waters-of-dust/feed/03420Complexity
https://siever.ca/kim/2018/05/29/complexity/
https://siever.ca/kim/2018/05/29/complexity/#respondTue, 29 May 2018 21:07:59 +0000https://siever.ca/kim/?p=3413
Complexity perplexes thee; simplicity, it vexes me.
Eliciting complicitly abandonment so recklessly.
Inadequate, inanimate, and sorely not compassionate.
So poorly though, thought lordly though, soul-infecting contaminant.
Sufficiently inhibiting the visiting of ministry.
A symphony of imagery: your bigotry so vicious, see?
Efficiently prohibiting the limits of soliciting.
Not riveting, just dwindling and dulling of my glistening.
]]>https://siever.ca/kim/2018/05/29/complexity/feed/03413Philosophia
https://siever.ca/kim/2018/05/19/philosophia/
https://siever.ca/kim/2018/05/19/philosophia/#respondSat, 19 May 2018 23:26:02 +0000https://siever.ca/kim/?p=3406
Wisdom in each heartbeat pulsing through my veins
Mending every sorrow, comforting each pain.
Wisdom in each blood drop healed by Mother’s kiss,
Or her tear, or stroking, or her embraced bliss
Wisdom in each longing reaching from my chest,
Passing through the vastness, to her ear to rest.
Wisdom in each flushing—flustered, nervous, shy—
Hand upon my shoulder tells me she is nigh.
]]>https://siever.ca/kim/2018/05/19/philosophia/feed/03406Shattered Spectacles
https://siever.ca/kim/2018/05/12/shattered-spectacles/
https://siever.ca/kim/2018/05/12/shattered-spectacles/#respondSun, 13 May 2018 01:34:47 +0000https://siever.ca/kim/?p=3402
Temples made of glass are buried in the ground
Churches made of clay where cornerstones are found
Porcelain scriptures are holding up the arch
Splintering tokens are moulding frail the heart
Shattered spectacles, kaleidoscope of truth
Rusty microscope shapes confidence of youth
Mirror cracked and chipped reflecting state of mind