This is the final installment of my musical/poetic environmental epic on the Paper Revolutionary, this was the idea that started the whole 14-part movement. I contemplated for a while if I should post it or even type it up on the computer because the whole idea of it was to be the feelings of the actual piece of paper that it was written on.
PAPER REVOLUTIONARY (PRELUDE) 16/12/08
By Sheldon SB Manoo
I must read this
For these words did not come from me
These are the shouts of THIS piece of paper
These are the qualms of the Paper Revolutionary
For scholars, thinkers, poets, philosophers, prophets
They write their innermost anguish
That their environment whipped to their soul
They document everything
Some memorize what they document
And use these words of revolution for fame
For fortune, favour
And other F words
But had I the arms I would punch on the faces of the transgressive oppressors
Till their conscience bleed
And the world be washed
By their bitter blood
I would not be the bearer of words of freedom
And equity
And hope of justice
I would kill the cause of crime
Not the rippled effect
Not the street child
Ghetto-youth-brother-killer
But the king in the castle who allow the demons to roam the land
To rape the minds and tarnish the souls
But I am PAPER and my revolution can only be witnessed by the literate few
I am PAPER and easily burnt by the false fires of Human's INhumanity
(I ALWAYS FEEL I HAVE THE PERFECT SONG) written by Sheldon SB Manoo 1993
Well from ever since I could remember
Two things are pen and paper
They're like the mark of me and
Things I keep close at hand
I remember when I was a boyee boy
Playing with the fellas having joy
Girls were like our opponents
There were things I didn't understand yet
But as I grew older as we all do
Of course as per usual I learnt some new, ideas
Philosophies and other things
That's the reason I'm living
When I see people in trouble and it seems they can't get out
I put my pen to paper and write some ways out
When the world has war
When children's hearts are sore
When I get an idea in a flash
A set of words on paper I stash
Cause I always feel I have the perfect song
This is my appreciation for pen and paper too
Think of all it's done for me and you
Well I remember when a girl caught my eye
And I feel she had to be by my side
I would put some lyrics on paper owh sweet words
Feeling that I think she never heard
I'd say I'd just show them to her and she'd jump for joy
And of course after I'd be her only boy
But I never get 'round to giving it
Though the chances came time and again
Hey maybe I shoulda
And now I'd have her
But foolishness and being shy
Really held down progress of this guy
Cause whenever a situation arises
I write down some nice lyrics
These words really help me along
Cause I always feel I have the perfect song
Yes for everything I have the perfect song
These words will whip like the winds blown from the future
The tree sends a time portal leaf back to its' plant
To warn the botanic kingdom
That the revolution must not wait
As you read do you feel the intensity of the electronic simulated paper?
Does your conscious awakening perplex to a slant?
Have you formed an opinion?
Did you mash the grass as they contemplate?
Change will come but it hasn't gotten better
Only if the leaf of hope gets its' wish 'grant'
There'll be contentment for the generations
With the auspicious task to populate
Still wind wrestle with the wistful bloom
To reclaim a future laid to waste
Verbena permeates the vengeful battleground
Where the tears/blood/sweat leaves a sordid taste
Nature's war keeps her a vigilant prisoner
For the trees must provide oxygen for the plant
Hardly realising that the plant excretes poison to the tyrant
Silenced in the roar of the flames.
After the screams and the dying, nothing remains.
Desecrated, slashed, burned to the ground.
In the frenzy of greed, cries of protest are drowned.
The earth dies - ecocide!
The earth's forests laid forever to waste.
Thoughts of the future trampled in their haste.
Corporations with their dollar sign focus ravage the amazon
like a plague of locusts.
Plumes of black smoke ascend into the sky.
A forest of beautiful creatures senselessly dies.
Smoking fields of devastation left in mankind's wake.
With populations left to grow and greed they justify this rape.
(The power of the dollar) can't take precedence
over the inevetable detrimental consequence.
The time to react is long overdue,
From protest to confrontation by me and by you.
Earth Crisis is a vegan/environmental/social activist punk metal band, the members who contributed to this part 4 of Paper Revolutionary are Ben Read,Michael Riccardi,Karl Buechner,Scott Crouse,Ian Edwards,Dennis Merrick and Erick Edwards
Alone as I sit and watch the trees
Wont you tell me if I scream will they bend down and listen to me
And it makes me wonder if I know the words will you come
Or will you laugh at me
Or will I run
Little boy says to me,
Where you goin now son
I said, I dont know where Im goin boy
I only know where Im from
And it makes me wonder
If the stars shine when my eyes close
Or does my brothers heart cry
I dont know
Im a stranger in my home
Now that everybodys gone
Someone please talk to me
Cause I feel you cry
And youre sitting with him
And I know Ill never see you again
Lying down in charleston under the carolina sky
You see Im tired of feeling this pain
Im tired of living my own little lie
And it makes me wonder
When I see you in my dreams
Does it mean anything
Are you trying to talk to me
Im a stranger in my home
Tell me are you feeling alone
Someone tell me what to do
cause Im feeling strong
And I wonder how you feel
Do you realize my pain is for real
I see you in my dreams
And I wonder if youre looking down at me
And smiling right now
I wanna know if its true
When he looks at me
Wont you tell me
Does he realize he came down here
And he took you too soon
And now my days are short an my nights are long
I lay down with memories of you keep that keep me going on, going on
It makes me wonder as I sit and stare
Will I see your face again
Tell me, do you care
Im a stranger in my home
Living life on my own
Right now I just cant see
cause Im feeling weak
And my sould begins to bleed
And no one is listening to me, not even the trees
THE ENCHANTED FORESTBY SHELDON MANOO
THE FIREFLIES OUT IN THE FIELDS OF DREAMS
PARALISE THE MINDS, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL SCENE!
FEELS LIKE DANCING ON AN ESCALATING CLOUD
THE MUSIC OF THE HARP PLAYING SWEET BUT LOUD
THE SOUL IN SHANGLES AND EVERY FRAGMENT BEAMS
LIKE A COLONY OF BEES LIVING EACH OF THEIR DREAMS
IN A PLACE WHERE THE SUN ALWAYS SHINE
AND LIFE LIVED IN SILENCE LIKE A MIME
(DRUMS)
THE DRAGONFLIES DANCE AROUND AN EVENING TREE
AS THE DWEUNS AND LEPRICONS WANDER AROUND AIMLESSLY
THE FOREST IS FILLED WITH THE HAUNTED SOUNDS OF THE OWLS
AS THE UNICORN SCAMPERS CAUSE THE HUNTER IS ON THE PROWL
LIKE RIPPLES IN THE PEACEFUL POND OF TRUTH AND SINCERITY
THE ENCHANTED FOREST IS RAPED AND PIRATED
BY OUR HEROES ANIMOSITY.
Germinated from the solar light of reason
To rejuvenate a fire that burns the darkened crust of insensitivity
The unforgiveable flaw of the seed of exsistences' progenitor
Embattled with internal sabotage and a selfkeythrowned captivity
Vandals ripped the fruit of its' nutrient
To feed the self doubt of imaginary contentment
For when the waters of tyranny cleansed the soul tainted
By the regenerator who painstakingly stride against the current
The golden heat now forges a circumstance
The dark opression does not languish the fertility
That spreads a conciousness to the monocotyledon
To sprout a hope that never was commissioned originally
written by Schwartz, Stephen, Menken, Alan
You think I'm an ignorant savage
You've been so many places, I guess it must be so
Still I cannot see if the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don't you? You don't know
You think you own whatever land you land on
Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You learn things you never knew
You never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?
Or ask the grinning bobcat why he grinned
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once never wonder what they're worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
And the heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle in a hoop that never ends
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?
or let the eagle tell you where hes been
can you sing with all the voices of the mountain
can you paint with all the colors of the wind
can you paint with all the colors of the wind
How high does the sycamore grow
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper - skinned
We just sing with all the voices of the mountain
Need to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the earth and still
All you'll own is earth until
You can paint with all colors of the wind.
Hell Froze
when the sun bent to kiss the star that
cried when the moon lost it's heart
the time when the flood drowned
the plankton that fed the
demons that protected the
angels who were
Heaven bound.
There is unrest in the forest,
There is trouble with the trees,
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas.
The trouble with the maples,
(And they're quite convinced they're right)
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light.
But the oaks can't help their feelings
If they like the way they're made.
And they wonder why the maples
Can't be happy in their shade.
There is trouble in the forest,
And the creatures all have fled,
As the maples scream "Oppression!"
And the oaks just shake their heads
So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights.
"The oaks are just too greedy;
We will make them give us light."
Now there's no more oak oppression,
For they passed a noble law,
Dissident skies bequeath kindness to fallen trees
Downunder the stars wail at the agony of victory
Superpowers cringe at a baby's tear
As intrusive senescence obtrusively share
Perfidiously our sovereign beckon our ideals
For remissions of the abhoration we generously steal
The harbinger hankers for a motivational harangue
With consciousless philosophers who opaguely argue
For if not the soil beneath the earth
Where instigates botanical rebirth?
Written by Sheldon SB Manoo
(12/02/09)
You humans only thirsty for money
No respect for nature, no respect for history
We trees produce materials for your early transportation
You know, it's from we you craft your first canoe, from we you built ships
The breeze rushing through my leaves make sweet music
You humans show no appreciation
Only destruction
What about reproduction?
Ah was walking through the Square
Ah bounce up a brother!
He come hustling the I for a dollar
He start a conversation
How he from the mental asylum
But rastaman, Ah know You could understand!
A Table tell a chair how dem civilised humans evict we off we own land
We plants have no rights we too weak to fight but dem bullies have human rights
I from mahogany
You from the teak tree
We comfort the human family
But those humans like pity
Who destroy us mercilessly
Never thinking about fertility
A Table tell a chair how dem civilised humans evict we off we own land
We plants have no rights we too weak to fight but dem bullies have human rights
I hope you understand this education not free
It's time you make a contribution
I gave a donation
I was very interested in that furniture conversation
A Table tell a chair how dem civilised humans evict we off we own land
We plants have no rights we too weak to fight but dem bullies have human rights
A Table tell a chair how dem civilised humans evict we off we own land
We plants have no rights we too weak to fight but dem bullies have human rights
We trees provide vegetation for you civilised humans
But you show no appreciation
Million dollar tycoon with slash and burn plan
Destroy we before we could even bloom
A Table tell a chair how dem civilised humans evict we off we own land
We plants have no rights we too weak to fight but dem bullies have human rights
Check civilsation
Human killing human
Then label the innocent wild indian
Using nuclear energy
To kill plants and humanity
We should conscentrate on fertility
And make planet earth more safe for we
A Table tell a chair how dem civilised humans evict we off we own land
We plants have no rights we too weak to fight but dem bullies have human rights
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