Culture/Society

Trading Cloth

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Thought For Food

stiff then waving cloth

in a strong wind

like peoples wills

often wavering



as i held my ground

another same dressed

in these colors

turned and said i'm the debt



My enemy does not stand with me.

And my friend does not stand against.

We are what we are, what we were till the end.



as if trading cloth

they disappeared

dandelions

fruitless wishes in the wind



we were losing ground

so they ran away

to chase the hunt

which to the beast was me



and they broke my heart

but i broke my fall

by standing my ground

as it came closer now



My enemy does not stand with me.

And my friend does not stand against.

We are what we are, what we were till the end.



start trading cloth

he stood on a podium

in my colors

with my blood on his hand



as held my head

another so dressed

in the colors

microphone said was the threat



My enemy does not stand with me.

And my friend does not stand against.

We are what we are, what we were till the end.



and when you awake from the dream

maybe you'll see true

nothing is what it seems

maybe you'll make a friend

a true friend,

but then again...

maybe..

they've already laid to rest

traded my cloth

written history

but eternity echoes my words



(...my action....)



My enemy does not stand with me.

And my friend does not stand against.

We are what we are, what we were till the end.


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Author's Notes/Comments: 

computor poem

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Bounce

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Thought For Food

Bounce



on the corner, in the alley

under the bridge

on top of the sidewalk vent

..with your children....



it probably seems

everybody

is telling you to give up

pushing the ledge inward



crushing it like a cardboard box

the one you lay in

..the one you live in..



with the looks on their face

and the lack of change

feel you can't get away

..get away from this place



but if you could just hold on,

if you could just survive

..survive today..



..then maybe...

there's another twist of fate



what goes up

can come down

and what hits the ground

might just bounce

so brace yourself

and look out for recovery

so brace your kids

don't give up and in

and hold out for recovery





open sunroof, in your valley

many drive by

dry throat near the fountain kept

..by security...



i can see it seems

everybody

does pretend you don't exist

crowding around the wealth



crushing you like a cardboard box

the one you lay in

..the one you live in..



with the looks on their face

and the lack of change

feel you can't get away

..get away from this place



but if you could just hold on,

if you could just survive

..survive today..



..then maybe...

there's another twist of fate



what goes up

can come down

and what hits the ground

might just bounce

so brace yourself

and look out for recovery

so brace your kids

don't give up and in

and hold out for recovery



and i hope people out there listening

give a second thought to their reasoning

when they pass you by without a glance

turning their heads away



what goes up

can come down

and what hits the ground

might just bounce

so brace yourself

and look out for recovery

so brace your kids

don't give up and in

Author's Notes/Comments: 

1/4 of homeless people in the United States are children, each year(over 750,000 children now!). The myth that homeless people are drunken/druggie failures is at large a myth. And no one is more innocent then the children.

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Forgive me Father

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Volume Two

"Forgive me father, for I shall sin

Dear god, don't let me give in"

.

There is something I must say

my Soul is the price I'll pay

.

.

Jumping deep into this war

a battle of ideology at its very core

bombs dropping on your soul

where fear becomes their goal

spewing forth more rhetoric

follow or your un-patriotic

more lies with skilled oratory

all in the name of their glory



"Dear god, what have we become

forgive them for what they have done

the masses blinded by their ignorence

all surfs, caged in bliss"



Forgive me Father for I shall sin

Dear god, don't let me give in



We are all to blame

as we played their game

we gave them the power they abuse

and now through their convictions we will all lose

a whole Nation now in poverty

until they strip us of all our Sovereignty

soon just a number within a system

labbeled a terrorist if you resist them



"Forgive me father for I shall sin

for when there is corruption, a revolution must begin

Freedom cannot be supressed,

When few will fight for the oppressed"

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Puddles Water In Her Hands

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Thought For Food

she puddles water in her hands

invisible worms

and visible dirt



she barely makes out her face

quite visible pain

her reflection



and takes a sip as near

somebody takes a piss

in the soil



it leaks into the ground

into the well

the river is



you've got it hard, Maybe,

and it's getting worse

but you haven't, yet, Nearly

begun to learn



what a depression is

the way she lives



she cuddles brother on the land

invisible dusk

the day is so long



they barely make out the plains

the tears in her face

his infection



and out there parents say

somebody sends a kiss

craters soil



it leaks into the ground

into their blood

water boils



you've got it hard, Maybe,

and it's getting worse

but you haven't, yet, Nearly

begun to learn



what depression is

the way she lives

the way she lives



she huddles in hut as troops land

bring they love to her world

or come for the clothes



she barely seems covered in

quite visible pain

stone protection



shivers-throws as they get near

signed order lives in bliss

in a big house



she's sinks to the ground

forced to their arms

her parents dead



you've got it hard, Maybe,

and it's getting worse

but you haven't, yet, Nearly

begun to learn



what depression is

the way she lives

the way she lives



the way she lives



so young and old

the way she dies

barely more then bone

covered in flies



her brother

crawled the desert

a baby

separated



by kindgom swords

imperial scars

and tribal wars

remapping zones

raping lives

raping land

gripping flags

dripping hands



she puddles water in her hands

invisible worms

and visible dirt...

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The Fix Is In

They promise you many things

Tell you what you want to hear

They use rhetoric that’s hollow

Anything to get your vote



Money ensures two parties

Media teaches you to fit in

They’re both the same

Because the fix is in



They won’t change a thing

It doesn’t matter the party

They want to tell you how to live

Big government has its hold



Money ensures two parties

Media teaches you to fit in

They’re both the same

Because the fix is in



They’ll all lie to you

They’ll say it’s to protect you

While they chip away freedoms

Right from under your feet



Money ensures two parties

Media teaches you to fit in

They’re both the same

Because the fix is in

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Wrote on: Feb. 18, 2008

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Well Why?

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Thought For Food

why do you have to win,

when you can gain

why do you have to lose,

playing a game

why do you have to jump,

taking a dive

why kill yourself,

staying alive?



why hold your breathe,

for having it taken

why stop your heart,

because it's bleeding

because it's beating



you senseless

six senses

two for one

thinking too much



why do you have to grin,

under the daily grind

why always need a rush

in your coffee mug



why do you pray for change

someday

why do you say action,

still-framed

why punch the clock

and punch out your life

lifting your building blocks,

cubicles



(pyramids)



why hold your breathe,

to have it taken

why stop your heart,

because it's bleeding

because it's beating



you senseless

six senses

two for one

thinking too much



why don't you fight the wind,

when you shoot the breeze

why do you ask for war

to bring you peace

why do you have to trip,

to leap for faith

why make words brief,

for lengthy silence



well..

well think about it

i've just gotta ask you something



why do you wake up

to go to sleep

why do you eat the food

that leaves you starved

why do you feed the bull

your share of steak,

leave the bonechew cat

out in the rain?



why hold my breathe,

to have yours taken

why stop your heart,

because it's beating

because it's beating



you senseless

six senses

two for one

thinking too much

two for one

thinking too much

thinking not enough

well why?

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Pleasantries for Peasants

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a peasant in the stands

you watch kings and queens play

..modern day crochet



with million dollar chess pieces

you worship the bishops

as if they're super human

and you are next to nothing



in the enemies clothing

barbaric mindless modern

with the twist

drenching out your wallet



your thin wallet



they feign creation

you stagnate(and you watch)

and act like you're part

of something



(we've passed time for pasttimes)

it's passed time for pasttimes

the smeared black and grass stains

..washed away, called game



permanently

you never go outside

it's always too hot or cold

to dry or too much snow



but never on the t/v

just what you were born to be

case dismissed

reaching for your wallet



your thin wallet



they feign creation

you buy it

and act like you're part

of something



pleasantries for peasants

this is all you worked for



pleasantries for peasants

this is all you worked for



ball game

a club

times square

on new years eve



inbetween.....



pleasantries for peasants

this is all you worked for



pleasantries for peasants

this is all you worked for



pleasantries...

this is all...



if you make it through the day

you can watch the home team play

eat, watch, and pass out

is tomorrow gonna work out?

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The Enormous Penis of Nothingness

Just when you think of writing

A halfway decent poem,

It hits you over the head

Like a ruthless giant hotdog

Without a bun--

The Enormous Penis of Nothingness.



It's been with us for thousands

Of years--long before Christianity

Was born, long before the Constitution

Was ratified--it would rear its

Ugly head--conquering nations

And crushing everything

Under its phallic weight--

The Enormous Penis of Nothingness.



Who could've known?  Who could've

Dreamt of its impact on man?

It came like an A-bomb, it came like

Some crusade or a jihad to convert

The infidels to its way of life--

And it took us for a ride in its

Space shuttle, propelled by testosterone

And a giant pair of balls--

The Enormous Penis of Nothingness.



Once I dreamt of a perfect love,

Of your features divine

In the moonlit night,

And I saw all the people living as one,

Living in harmony and cooperation--

But it was only a dream

Only to be crushed by

The Enormous Penis of Nothingness.



And so it grows like some bad

Genghis Khan, like Godzilla,

Napoleon, Hitler, Stalin, and King Kong,

Like the Incredible Hulk

Or some horrendous top

Blogger of Myspace--it grows

Erect out of the womb of the earth,

Spreading its brand of destruction

And uniformity--



The Enormous Penis of Nothingness.



Postmodern and classical,

Primeval and technological,

It has penetrated the cyberspace

With its humongous shaft,

Declaring its supreme dominion

Over one and all--



In shampoo commercials, in political ads,

In its wars of domination and acquisition,

When you thought you've had

Enough of its excesses and death--

It comes forth once again to announce

Its omnipresence and omnipotence--

The Pantheistic Big Penis of Nothingness.



It's been a while since I caught your eye,

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