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MADE IN CHINA

"Made In China"

They can have my money
If it saves me money

The toys I played with when I was young,
Says I enjoyed their hands
The Labels read 
"MADE IN CHINA"

The cheap material on my back, the shoes I wore. 
How easily they faded and tore
However, I enjoyed their hands
The Tags on my rags;
"MADE IN CHINA"

The car I own saves money on gas
A tiny Honda Civic, takes me everywhere
I love my sweet silver car
"Manufactured in China"

The never been used--Made in the USA--cookware I own,
Says, I don't work hard at all:)
Yummy to Chinese all you can eat take Outs  
Thank you China for being part of this world
Better Yet!
Thank you China, for making this world a part of yours.

MADE IN CHINA 
Shipped easily in a box

~SKAT~


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Interview

Sitting in a cloak of black conservatism:

I feel my hands,
oily on the desk like shortening in
slate gray cookie pans,
the speedway inside forcing the absence of 
reabsorption,

And my thoughts,
so flippant to implore
if a man with a chartreuse neck tie
can see the long wet streaks
across the cherry plane.

He speaks,
a sequence of interrogatives
common to the bored walls
of serious conference,
evoking tone inflection
in the pattern of polite.

Darest I mention truth?

I am your whore;
infect me with smug integrity,
smack me with false prophet leadership,
just leave some crisp bills
on the nightstand, sugar.

Yet my voice models his wavelength,
relaying back the catchy tired language
of one hit wonders;
eyes brighten,
hands extend
from the man who owns a chartreuse tie.

Sigh.

Still,
complacency
awards a loaf of Wonder bread,
and a two bedroom lower.


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the ladder

                                           THE LADDER

everyone wants to climb the ladder
success is at the top
rewards await those who make the climb
Steady progress is all it takes

sacrifices along the way
no time for kids or  friends
working and working with a little luck
and soon you are at the top

the view from there is great to see
with perks and power to spare
then, one day, the climb is over
and the move back down has begun

the downward climb has a different feel
your thoughts are different now
you don't want to go all the way down
the Mercedes might have to go

you look for a place to step off now
where a comfort level lies
one important thing stands out to you
to be happy the rest of your life

you dont need the county clubs
four cars in the garage
just your family around to keep
with no traffic jams or conference calls

a nice warm bed to lay your head
three meals to keep you full
a quiet place to sit and swing
and a dog to pat on the head

the corporate world is now far away
I have all that I need right here
my love's brought me some cold iced tea
I will drink, take a nap and smile


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War-Locked with a Poet Destory

Ha!
Warlock of Poetry!
your move will turn you into shamrock!
That girl will beat you down 
and when you beg for her to stop 
the only thing she'll do 
is kick dirt in your face
She will kill all your hope
for ever claiming the title of slam champ
and she WILL have you bow to her
as she has done to many
just do what the rest of them do
Run the hell away!
Failure is the only option 
of which you survive...

Man, your poetry is "odd"
It's plot is non-exsistant 
and your game is un-played
your lust is the only fire you command
and everything else is just wrong
dude, she's going to win...
and if you even think of slamming me
you will be thrown aside
like love letter drafts
in the trash basket
so chill out
and don't get killed
you my warlock friend
are going down!


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Red Roses and Wine

********************************

This life has been but a carnival 

Ride within many ways its circus 

Amid silent reels; crimson hues...

Surreal it would seem if it were

Yet only a dream; these scenes

Of looney tooney and howdy duty

At, the seaside spaghetti house...

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..."Red Roses and Wine"


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103

Temperature's hovering at 103
Very much too hot for me,
A/C busted, that's
plain to see...
Tenant's squawking
What can I do, let's see....

Stuck in the middle,
The owners just piddle
All I need is a sad fiddle
To accompany my misery

I didn't break it, this I swear,
And should some say so
They'd better take care,
I have my Panzer grenadieres
On full alert,
And it won't be waterguns
That they will squirt

So get a fan, take a cold bath,
Sleep on your patio,
Don't incur my wrath
Take a chill pill.....
Take two or three,
We'll get it fixed,
This I will see...

Not fun being the manager
Responsibility for everything,
Authority to do nothing,
Frustrations build quick,
Can make one quite sick

But, this too shall pass,
Another challenge will
take it's place
Cause this just is an
endless race.


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Dynamic Duo


Dynamic Duo 

he was so professional she was so mean he was completely subservient to her 
she was so unclean together they licked the platter clean when money ruled the 
earth it seemed to be a certain fact that people are at lack to have a say when 
money ruled the day the people suffered and cried bread some found in trash the 
poor man cries his cries reminds me of inky flotsam and she was seldom seen 
they rule the inner sanctum as they scream and scream they torture freedom and 
hide the caviar underneath the cavernous pillow they munch on nothing much 
they tweed they maw they fight the ignoramus they eat the bread of queen and 
kingly night repast a fraction of the cost at last a brand new management to bring 
ungodly gain a checkmark and a balancement the answer lies in forty paces forty 
winks the desert beckons the cactus drinks the muck puddle lies with flies and 
flying things to dissipate slowly now in winter grace as angels wing in air. 
 
           
 
 
 Dynamic Duo 
 


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Progress-- At What Price

While bulldozers, drunk with gasoline
Have once again freshly scared and maimed
Where once grew trees and grass and meadows free
Is now an earth, encased by concrete seas

Now engines roar, and drown out echoed glee
Where ghosts of children played their summer games
Forced to leave their childhood memories
In trenched out holes, in broken trees

The big top guns...ravage earth, then run
The dinosaurs raise their iron heads
Jaws dripping with loads of earth and grass
As gophers rampaging through his halls
Forcing nature's giants to their knees

Place by place the disappearance of the land
And while the green world our grandfathers knew
Is gone in days, with every oak that falls
When this new invading presense is someday done
Has had his fill of dollar bills, then abandons one and all..
Who will mourn, who will recall?



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Nature of the Business

I was thinking today 
                        That in itself
                 Is a very scary thought 
About all the people who
             Crisscross +++++++++++++
       Through our lives 
Some of these people 
                       Without any doubt 
                              Are just people we want something from
                                                    Or
                                People who want something from us
And once that need is gone 
                                  So are they
Then there are other people 
                                 That we know forever
                             But wish we had never met
And lets not forget 
                     The ones we only met once
                              Wish we would know forever
                                     But never see again
Well this isn’t about any of them
 This is about 
                     The people
                              We loved and lost
                                          But never should have
Please know that the love I’m speaking of is friendship
Our friends define who we are  
More than anything else
         In life
My best friend and I 
                       Haven’t spoken 
                     In now on 15 years
In all honesty
               That is my fault
   It is also one of the worse mistakes
              That I ever made
I was so hurt 
              The hurt brought anger
             The anger brought action
And it all happened so fast 
                        Soon as I did it, I felt so ashamed
I think his father could see that in my eyes
The whole family was a part of my heart
      Dennis was my best friend
              Judy was my girlfriend
Kristin, Jeffery & Haley were my step-kids
          Dale was my younger brother
Jack & Joy were Mom & Dad
          We had all known each other
             Since I was knee high
   I learned a valuable lesson that day
     I learned that no matter how strong love is
          How many years of foundation it may have
                      Addiction will destroy it 
             --- It’s the nature of the business ---


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The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’


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Vagenius

(Show me the funny, part two)
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Are you a Lesbian?
 Gynecologist?
 Did you major in the art of female anatomy and minor in multiple orgasms?
 Do you know all seven erogenous zones like the back of your hand?
 Then you may qualify as a Vagenius!
 But don't get too cocky now
 Just because you studied doesn't mean you'll do well on the test. 
 I've met so many people who can talk game but can't deliver. 
 I can't tell you how many times I've had to fake it just so I could finish the dishes instead. 
 Throw some moves at me! 
 Take my clothes off with your teeth.
 Turn me the **** on!
 Now you may be thinking that you can pass the test but please hold your horses because I've only met one Vagenius in my life. (Point to yourself)
 I'm not going to go to the Adam and Eve store just so you can grunt loud and thrust hard while I don't feel a thing, I'll save the crotchless panties and lingerie for my vibrator. 
 And no you can't use a cock ring so that you'll have more time to try to make me cum. 
 And please don't get all sentimental and touchy feely about it. This is a test, you’re not trying to convince me to be your girlfriend. Save the kisses for the wife. 
 So come into my bed and I'll tell you if you’re a true Vagenius.



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No Monkey Business

Monkeys were never us; 
our entrance is more than theory. 
I came standing erect and complete.
The dust was to indulge (except of the tree)
in the place provided, where the voice walked 
in the cool of the day. 

Leopards and lambs, 
like Puppy Yellow 
and the calico moving balls of yarn; 
the fallen, like a snake,
wooed the woman that queried 
and she went away towing her husband. 

I am out of character, image, 
likeness of the Divine
whose flood sculpted mountains and isles, 
there, dividing men 
and painted them 
in new colors with freezing fingers.

Sasquatch, your blurred trace, 
speaks loud of the instrument now used.
Of me Ibrahim was assured. 
The pyramids are mathematics the God teaches; 
their wisdom raised the boulders 
(the two Gods that share the Spirit).
I mosey through a sea to be here; 
this point where they are history?

Monkeys were never us. If so,
who limits the fruition? I still see them
tree-hopping. 
I am Enoch walking with him, 
lodging far afield the daughters of men.
I occur with an enormous bang
far superior to a hypothesis.


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Love

Romantic, close
A subject of sweetest softness
Cats can be loved too


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Return Of Your King

Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.


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Life in Cubicle

The Noose is tightening.
The 5’s and 10’s yanked from our hands and aching backs 
Are spent on band-aids:
A last stand effort to plug the holes in our hearts
When the price of drowning is only getting higher
So we turn to tiny acts of thievery
Taxes prettied up, cashiers uncorrected,
Stealing at the edges because we’re backed into corners, 
Corners
Glittering with promises corners
Dripping with possibility,
With Island resort wallpaper
Sold in bulk at Wal-Mart for
Profit: A trail of crumbs called America-
Which has curdled our souls and we love it!
And hate it and gossip about it and think obsessively about it and then
We find the most expensive friends our looks can afford,
Shopping for substance (50% off)
Staring through the eye of a screen 
Light speed in pursuit of heaven on earth (Ignore the plastic)-
Until pop!
We die of ADHD. 
Never having had the chance to smell the genetically modified roses.
Never having had the chance to see through this kingdom of ideas
As we served out our sentence to life in cubicle.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/24/2013


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Proof In Her Prowl

She is a Battle Babe
make you mouth her as a FAV. ,
all her work an automatic save, a rage'n rave,
getcha cravin the ultimate poetic shave
makin demons a quick grave and enticin angels to misbehave,
She's a Battle Babe, no chance her style fades, she got genius in spades,
covert clout leavin you shamed with sheer doubt, livin to learn her upshot ways,
offend ya with a biting wit, pen ya witha whip whetted on the blood of your best days,
love ya like a lionized legionare, waste ya like a puny prisoner pinned against her spiked legs,
wicked wrath and affectionate genuflection the perfection of the Battle Babe's barbarous pathways,
the Patron Poetess of the Lady Ink Crew not fearin you, not hatin you, 
she's just beatin every ounce of you

You say she's crazy, lazy and hastey
some sort of Prima Donna in distress lost in lunacy pastey,
but this is simply a rumor reflected from your own filthy and phony majesty,
she prepares for battle settled and seasoned
like a lioness in love with the last hour of hunger
quiet and confident, instincts infallible in Society's saddistic scramble,
pupils green aglow, piercing the pale lies of this business' infatuation with profit's ramble,
the salt of twilight stings her senses, your stunted reaction she will savor
thoughts of your company falling from her K-9's kill of what was once friendship once reasoned,
she will annihilate facts in the false traffic of your tabulated fantasy,
she will destroy you for assuming truth in sunshine made from touted travesty -

J.A.B.


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Where The Next Dollar Will Come From

I'm worried where the next dollar will come from.
Will she ever arrive?
Will she ever show up?
But why am I worrying?
Stop it!
It's all in God's Great Hands!
It's all under God's control!
It's all within His plans!
It's all His
And He will provide
Because He is our Father!
He loves us!
It's all His!
Trust Him!
I know it's difficult;
He will not lead you wrong.
He knows where you need to go.
He knows what you need to endure.
It's all His plan.
It's all in His Hands!
Lay down your life;
Give the control.
He is in control!
Thank You Father!
Trust Him!
It will all be okay!
Trust Him!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
Thank You Holy Spirit!
I love You always!
I trust You always!
I trust You!
I trust You!
Yes, yes I do!
I trust You!
I love You!
Amen!


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If my dream could come true...Winner in Carol Brown's Contest by the same name

I would build a center for learning,
Working title: Community Wellspring
Where people would come to learn new skills and new ways
To earn a living in these times. 
No one’s job lasts forever anymore.
We have no idea what happened to or what will happen to our monetary system.
As the saying goes,
When one door closes, another opens.
If we are to transcend economic devastation and collapse,
Affecting everyone everywhere,
We must learn new and different ways to sustain ourselves,
We must gather together in mutually supportive communities, 
Kind of like here at Poetry Soup, only different.

No longer can we keep our cards 
held close to our chest 
lest someone guess
our next play
and block our way.
It’s no longer about competition 
and who has the most toys wins.
The first step to any viable endeavor is cooperation
And viewing our contribution through a different lens.

Today there are more resources, more opportunities 
Than our parents & grandparents could ever have imagined 
Or even get their heads around.
But changing directions requires a major paradigm shift, 
A cultural transformation of consciousness 
From being dependent on the job
To creating the job & the life that we want to live
From a place of strength, not desperation,
From a place of joy in service, not obligation.

Here at Community Wellspring, we would teach 
Internet marketing, affiliate marketing, network marketing, 
Independent distribution, selling on eBay and Craigslist, 
Explore the ins and outs of importing and exporting through Alibaba
Learn currency trading and form investment groups
We’d learn to become adept at building websites, 
And using all the tools that have emerged 
For operating and navigating in this new world.
No matter what their day job might be,
Everyone would develop and maintain multiple streams of revenue.
It would become the new 401K
the new social security
the new investment vehicle
What’s in your revenue stream portfolio?

We would have networking parties and events 
Where we would all practice giving our presentations 
In a safe, supportive environment,
Where cross-selling was not only allowed but encouraged.
We would have board game events playing learning games 
Like Robert Kiyosaki’s Cashflow 101 and 202 
and others of like kind and like mind.

There are few, if any, centers for learning this new integrated business model, 
This center would become, could become exactly that. 
If my dream could come true…
Community Wellspring would become a reality.


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Tea Bag

Clock ticking
Time for tea
Opening the tea box
Fingers sink into the peach flavor
The light on the electric kettle flickers
Pouring the hot water in a crystal cup
The tea bag ready to dive 
Time to infuse the aroma
Sigh 
Waiting for the tea to brew
The cup is taken 
Blissful unity to be sipped
The drip into the mouth 
Awakens the senses
Back to another day of finances


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Numbers Count On Themselves

          Numbers Count On Themselves

3’s make love in the open 
Twist with trees that turn from Winter
Count on music to reveal Spring
Several 7’s take lessons on how to Jitterbug
They disco with 6’s by the river to keep in step 
Zero’s boat house is open for business
Even ants look for action
Reason to leave the house
 4’s step in with them 
For the common good
For hours at a time, for whiskey and a song
The audience breaks into applause
8’s broke into fractions on the floor (Which is against the law)
7’s did illegal sambas (Knowing it was wrong)
Cops stepped in to stop this numbers game
Questionable digits and their issues are cause for inquisitions
Zero, the owner of the boat house business
Had no power in this matter
 8’s and 7’s, embarrassed, reduced by more demotion
Showed no emotion as they left the show
Taken off to jail for infractions of the fraction code
There is nothing wrong with any number
They all wish to rise above themselves
To make a better future for their children
Who start out like 1’s like everyone else
Zero never had a business plan or house
When he started out
We all began as little 1’s without a clue 
Counting on ourselves to get us through 
I guess you could say that is a plus 
The calculus of us


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The Butterfly Flutters By

The butterfly flutters by—
It’s the symbol of our Company.
That logo’s on my bus so high,
Where clients ride so comfortably.
That noted fluttering butterfly
Is a noble Pacific Monarch;
You can sometimes see it cruising by
The Monterey Peninsula, light or dark.
You’ll see my bus parked by fine hotels,
Classy wineries, the Monterey Aquarium,
Beneath the Carmel Mission bells, 
Or in Pebble for the A. T. and T. Pro-Am.
The butterfly flutters by—
And in case you didn’t know it,
The driver that waves as he flies by
Also happens to be this poet.*

*The driver has been working part time since 2007 for 
Pacific Monarch Ltd., which is headquartered in Marina, 
California.  The buses are navy blue with a white butterfly
logo.  The author has written many songs and poems 
while waiting in his bus between runs.


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The Habit Mind

The habit mind
Is the holocaust
Of technology automating
Rational enlightenment
For the slavery of time
And poverty of creation


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The Interpretation of a dream Last

Shadows proned in pierced dark desolation
She waited for me on that day
A given chance at which to bow the knee to pray
There was a rich love I used to know

At bitter silence by which to go...
The interpretation of a dream,
No need for silence no mere solace scene
Never leaving your poor heart alone

As with a rod that Moses felt,
From a distance the sound of wild feathers
A whole host of words that were whispered;
As if you haven't already heard

In bitter silence we become unshackled
From the bitter place with cold egos glaze
The she suddenly spread her wingas on windows peak;
The cold chill sends a rage down spine.


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The Glass Goddess

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground 
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…

Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.

So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess 
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-

We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane, 
Seizing the day
Because any moment 
We could disappear 
Into



Jacob Reinhardt	
10/15/2013



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Winning Is Everything

            Winning Is Everything

I pace the floors frantically in anticipation for my reward
I know my contest poem is perfect!  Perfect you hear me!  Perfect!
“NA” is the response I get so I clap my hands and then collapse
Left for hours, weeks and months in my puddle of tears
And I’m not paranoid or worried for a minute, no anxiety, no sir
I told my tick, my twitching eye, my monsters in the dark
Please hold me monsters, hold me to your heart!
Forgive me for doubting your existence
I will never leave you again or the spies on my balcony
They need new equipment and binoculars you see
To see me clearly and my soiled soul
It is a little dirty at this time
I have (NA) on my mind
Maybe next time I’ll rhyme a little better in my poem
And the spirits of poetry will nurture me
With the Soup of truth
If I even get an “HM” I won’t have to cry or die or pay my spies
(They are becoming a liability)
At least I tried 
So I rowed on down the river of tears
The river of my misery for years
With my “NA” by my side.... maybe next time

Created on 12/22/14 for “The Contest”- Poetry Contest - Sponsored by  Jerry Curtis


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Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


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Mutal Respect

Care and understanding and understanding of
honoring a position is mutual respect. Considering not lacking or pertaining
to a higher intelligence to a handler to hinder of confidence 
and surrender bold but not daring. Conception. 
To uphold onset and offset of idealism.
Pertaining to what a man’s word is. 
And my word is my word, either be verbally or signed on a dotted line,
it is a done deal. Memo to self: 
Mutual Respect.
To self description may it be action or will it be of characteristics of a man 
own deed defining ego or detain by estrogen to mean to find but to up 
hold the concept of the power of authority.
Surrendering to mutual respect. To consume the question, 
how does one man handle good business? 
Mutual Respect. 
To credit not the owner but yet the brand. 
But to install the fundamental values of success and creating. 
To uphold the right of the company and its brand. 
For the better of the workforce, put not of self but the right 
of the brand itself is a true understanding of a typhoon of 
Mutual Respect.
Found it in many of cloth of becoming the name and brand, 
a compound with of interest transcend to the peacemaker 
hand cuts trends to find better quality of affection of higher existing of deed 
of grade and pay and entitlement of age.
Mutal Respect 
Consisting of belief of quality of good business, 
withholding of  perch of understanding of class 
but that of a gentlemen attire. What does one consider his self of position of leave? 
Mutual Respect.
Trust and believe were started such compassion and tone 
and defer of outcome of a deed. Consider what I speak, humble of sue, 
and time of a situation. How to understand great work that makes great effort.
Now giving good time and good faith in the blessings of god, 
I write such a memo to myself.
Mutual Respect 
If indeed, put in position, for corporate or franchise, 
may I remind myself the feeling of unemployment, the status quo,
to trend or respect to employees of employed to know what is
Mutual Respect. 
May this be the rule of engagements of what I consist 
of good standards of good business. 
Mutual Respect
6/7/2014


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Attitude Adjustment

It is always after days like this one,
of a kind of proverbial snake chasing
its tail, its form flawless, its strength in

numbers of its friends all rolling together
carrying me to the end of a long day,
the end being where I started, just as

dark, my breath as clear on the concrete
platform as it was twelve hours before,
my insides still a Colombian neck tie.

But I am still one hour and at least two
languages away from there, here in the
bar car, my head against the stretch window

as the Norman countryside smears by at
200 kph, a drop of casis stirring towards a
mandarin horizon fuller than my plastic cup of scotch,

tilting with each banking of the train only to
level out sharply seconds later, the minimum
time required - I suspect - for the stubbly 

driver to refresh his senses with a good chuckle,
which would surely be more 
frequent if they let me ride up there with him,

playing "I Spy" with our eyes closed,
testing the emergency brake and
scaring cars at crossings with the horn.


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I have an idea and I'm writing it down

Pastor Warren’s church in Orange County, Unity of Tustin too
There’s hardly anyone not affected; it’s sad but it’s true
Bottom lines are red, tithes & love offerings are lower
More people out of work, homes in foreclosure
Spending is dropping, business is slower.

Statistics say on average 34.5% of every dollar earned 
pays for interest on debt. Is that true? 
What if it’s more? What if it’s less? 
Whatever the difference, that’s surely a lot
When you think what it costs you to have what you got.

What if that interest could be diverted, transformed
to fund your kids’ education, your retirement
community resources & relief 
for those out of work or losing their homes
It can be done with technology available now
Put to use in a way not thought of before

I have an idea and I’m writing it down
We’ll create an annex to churches
much like is already done
with bookstores & day care & special events
It would house a credit union providing micro loans
teach entrepreneurship, financial solutions, education & more

We’ll have an internet café with alive water & foods
A venue for learning & networking & exploring strategies anew
We’ll find new ways to earn, to live, to spend & to save
In this place where we’ll gather to nurture, to nourish, to share & to have

Robert Kiyosaki of Rich Dad, Poor Dad lore
Said that the rich learn to network, the rest of us learn to look for a job
And when the jobs disappear
As they have this past year
Do we just throw up our hands & cry
What’s there to do? Oh me, oh my!

The Dalai Lama in September said
The world will be saved by the western woman
Which woman? you ask. Could it be me? Is he referring to you? 

I’m the center of my universe; you’re the center of yours
Can I save my world? Will you claim the power to save yours?

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Water, Wellness, Wisdom and Wealth
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A model for living in today’s chaotic world
A solution whose time has come

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It isn’t alchemy or magic; it’s just purely math
When you see how it works, you’ll probably laugh

And when we organize and network, we’ll create new revenue
For the churches, the community, for me and for you
By coming together, our world’s losses will end
We’ll be a force to contend with, our limitations transcend

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It’s 2010
We are in charge of our destiny
Let’s make this a Breakthrough Year
…and do this thing


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I Want 2 Be A Billionaire

Chilling on a Fendi sofa in some Gucci loafers, watching Oprah eating alligator-n-
okra, above my fire place on the wall, I have a picture of me -n- a vulture, I turned 
the channel 2 B.E.T., now I’m being entertained by my culture, I want 2 be a billionaire, well I better raise up of this sofa and design me a sofa or some loafers, or own me a network like I’m a Bob Johnson or either Oprah, I know how 2 survive in a room with a vulture, I got my picture on a poster, I’m here 2 revise and better cultivate my culture, I wonder will these same billionaires sit on my sofa and wear my 
loafers, and watch me on TV, we will soon see, until then I’ll be doing what I got 2 
do, tryna be what I’m tryna be, a billionaire indeed, I just need some sunlight -n- 
some water, for I’m already a planted seed.