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Details | Epic | |

Wall Street

      

Set upon the new world stage within the burning fires of hell. Silently posed factions of the elite, suppress the true inherit of Mother Earth. The meek children bending over for millennium, taken spankings of bare bottoms, pelted slavery. 

Upon entry to rule, the open stage of smoked mirrors began to reflect back upon the podium of lies. Taught by scholars from university books of political science. Fearful of leadership matching mirrored images, of false pretense, babbling rhetoric. The stirring masses of discontented, individualistic, thought of as dead - enders, trouble makers, and rebel rousers, rallied aimlessly.   

With super hero, Captain Do Gooder, bleeding helpless on the floor of Wall Street. Weary lost hope combatants mustered courage, and accepted destiny. To this point, someone shouted against the wind of change. Felt by all who sensed the importance. 
"To death do us part of the purpose to which we, the united, stand for justice". 
The chant began, as Captain Do Gooder was dragged away, and cuffed, once bleeding helpless on the floor of Wall Street. 
Damn the torpedoes. Damn the torpedoes. 
Captain Do Gooder, fallen, bruised ego matching skinned knees, lays helpless. Who will save them now.

Second glances from high rise penthouses. Serving champagne and caviar. Brought iron clenched hands once hidden, to draw the stage curtain down. 

With Captain Do Gooder nowhere to be found. The voice that came from pain of pupil. Born within broken dreams of promised lands. Realized nothing was coming cheap on this occupation. 

The dusty streets found Captain Do Gooder aimlessly stepping against the winds of change, down Wall Street. The well-intentioned, arrested and broken spirited, lost hope of recycling any salvage rights taken from them by Metro. 

Was this the end of the well thought out, pushed down occupation.  
Was this the beginning, of the underground faction. Where was senior generation X hiding. Only Captain Do Gooder and the well-intentioned, world stage occupiers, hold the key to that Pandora's box of hope. 

 
The peoples across the oceans were already springing far ahead in their own, more brutal campaign. For they had no cushion on which they were raised to kneel against. Tyranny ran over them.  A lesson yet not felt, or learnt, or taught, in the new world.  No chance of city mayors issuing eviction notices. Bullets, tanks and bombs were of the order. Brought down the line, traced back to the ones our United Nations to this day, refuse to acknowledge.
While leaders there home internet shop, and pump out the lies. Everyone dies. 


In the heart of the continent of center, where unto which as mankind sprang forth, for its first and ever conquest.  
The lights kept dim, to obscure the violent cleansing. A facade to disguise once moreover, the brutal tyranny for which the greed of the elite, control the dimmer switch. Diamonds and oil fuel the fire of war and oppression, on this stage of greed and guilt. Too far away, and too many distractions upon center stage for one to see or care. Thought and looked upon by most as racially motivated.  The origins of all mankind, to be left, far too far, behind. The true forsaken people. Why is man unkind.


So..........will Captain Do Gooder raise the bar to which drinks for the house, and all around, will quench the thirst felt by ninety nine percent of the people............mother knows best.   
Yet, still, self-inflicted roadblocks of appointed destiny, drop kicked long days past. Faint light shining far ahead, within the tunnel of hell, brought up to land. Firm above the depths to which it sprang. The truth of world order.  

Wait......what do we see......do our closed eyes deceive our cries........................................

We see Captain Do Gooder catching second wind. 

She breathes deep now and all can hear her war cry, no longer whimpering softly. As in past tense situations, given way to dazed and confused wall street *****es.  
She builds momentum, as our brothers and sisters lay dying and bleeding. On the streets of some not so distant for telling, of what's to be, will never not be coming full steam ahead and plowing through the hidden agenda.  One step beyond the line drawn in the sand of time, we thought would never be crossed. Give way thoughtless future tellers, and takers. Still holding firm with paper cuts, deep into the hands who printed and prepared such slave papers, kept by the elite bankers. 

Captain Do Gooder returns renewed and refreshed. Our true Mother.  
Captain Do Gooder feels strong, as bruised knees and scraped hands heal. 


Brush of destiny sweepstakes,  allots winnings of earth shaking, volcano erupting, tsunami tidal waves, with bonus draws of worldwide chaos. Future draws are to be held with worldwide winners. Grand prize, dead oceans rising.  

The next generation have no fear digest writes the next chapter. 

 
Hold the press down firmly wall street backbiting backbenchers. Drawn into the crossfire, on her mark, place the x on the next general who dares not fall into civil disobedience.  
Captain Do Gooder has grown teeth, and she is biting down hard against the line to pipe riches, spoiled from her lands. Stolen from the first pilgrimage, fifteen thousand years old, lost empire. 

How dare you steal from, and pollute the minds of her children. Yet old enough to drink and drug and die in war.  How dare all of us. 

Meanwhile back at the ranch.  Captain Do Gooder hugs tight that tree of life, to which sprang all this elbow rubbing and diversion. Wall street huddles in her corner, painted red to match the lengths to which an end will surely bring to it. 
Painted red for all to see. 
The end to friendly letter writing, give peace a chance, make love not war, generation taking a bow, and snow birding it, to false sense of security land. Like the ostrich with its head in the sand. 



Details | Free verse | |

Oneness

Oneness
                   Authored by Chuck Keys

It had no color,
Lacking shape, size and dimension.
It wasn't moving or breathing.

There was neither aroma nor taste, not here or there.
Touching was useless because it wasn't physical.
It was indistinct and limitless.

Thinking multi-physically
Multi-sensually and multi-psychologically 
It wasn't here or there and it was.

With no distinction, 
It looked like everything else,
Or it could not have looked like everything else.

It never made me feel good nor bad,
Nor happy nor sad
Nor quite nor trite.

In our world of joy and destroy, we sort and distort,
Looking more on the surface and less on the inside,
Ready to judge and be judged from outside in.

The "oneness" of mankind stretches beyond definitions and limits,
From outside to inside and from inside to outside.
We are one distinct and alike world of "oneness."

Differences exist for differences, 
Therefore, differences don't exist.
Only "oneness" exists.

DEDICATION:
This poem is dedicated to Dr. Clayborne Carson and The Gandhi-King Community,
For Global Peace with Social Justice in a Sustainable Environment.  
www.gandhiking.ning.com


Details | Rhyme | |

Common Man


The traveler reeked of weariness,
His companion was Fatigue
Wear upon his clothes suggest
He'd come a million league.

Gaunt were eyes deep set and brown
Above his cheekbones high
His being was pure somnolence
And I heard his silent cry.

Hard roads had been his travel
The pains chiseled on his face
In lines of furrows on his brow
Permanently enlaced

Around I saw no motion there, then ...
His head began to rise
Finally he looked at me ...
Suffering in his eyes.

So quietly I attended
And with a heavy heart
I wanted so to speak to him ...
But knew not how to start

Within his labored breathing
He then began to speak
His words, when finally spoken
Were truthful and unique

His lips worked to form the words -
Then said; "My name is: Common Man,
I'm a father; I've worked hard;
' always done the best I can.

"The road's become uphill and steep with
Burdens I can't propel
I've tried to move on forward -
But, I stumbled here - and fell.

"There are others on me
Who so do depend
I must keep moving forward,
This mustn't be my end.

"Now I must reach out to you
'Cause before I've never failed
I'm turning now to you
'Fore on hardships I'm impaled". 

A calloused hand then extended
Toward my outstretched hand
And I want to heed the call
For this Common Man.

But, Greed and Avarice have won
And assistance can't be lent -
Wall Street, you see, owns me now:
I'm Your Government.


Details | Free verse | |

Failure

They are in meaningless session again
Not seeking to serve but to practice the deception
Not seeking to lead but to mislead
Taking black and white, creating gray
Don't wave that flag if you do not honor it
Oppression by omission. You have given
                  NOTHING
But rights to the dissidents and wrongs to the citizens
Hear me now
I cannot replace the spine you're missing
               ONE NATION UNDER GOD
If you cannot accept you cannot lead
If you cannot lead you are the problem
                    THE FAILURE
Authorizing condemnation and treason
Banning prayer and patriotism
Once filled with victory and pride
Now mired in failure
Represent or resign, serve or secede
Make a stand for once or fall forever
We no longer will tolerate
                   YOUR FAILURE
One nation UNDER GOD. 


Details | Lyric | |

Fools and Mules

A fool was crowned
And now we`re bound
To serve and please
On hands and knees,
To hate and smile
Each day and mile,
We feel defeat
And kiss his feet.

The foolish kings
Cut off our wings.
Their poisoned knife-
Our foolish life.
And faith`s refuse
Won`t save our muse,
When banned to fly,
She`ll fall and die.

Still time will flow-
Kings come and go.
But teams of mules,
That choose the fools
To be ahead
Alive and dead,
Won`t change a bit
The fate they meet.

They`ll choke on pride,
They`ll run and hide
And in their shells
Pity themselves,
That life was cruel
To have set the rule-
“Do as you`re told,
Silence is gold.”

We pay the price
To hide our vice:
The coward `s role-
To lie and crawl.
And hope someday
Things`ll come our way,
We`ll find the might
To rise and fight.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Orange Seed

I came upon a tribe one day
in a land not far away
where everyone gets what they need
from juices of an orange seed

Some who drank the juice had died
and so the tribe felt satisfied
that they had weeded out the weak
with the help of orange seed

Some fell asleep the whole day long
for orange juice was very strong
and never felt an ounce of pain
with not a care to cross the brain

But others would feel more awake
with every little drop they’d take
They’d run and dance and twitch and shake
and never need to take a break

Still others would get sick and green
like a flu they’d never seen
The only really certain cure
was “Never touch the juice no more”

For some, the drug would change their mood
to dumb and brutal, cruel and rude
But even those would find their use
in the tribe of orange juice

Of course, a few got very wise
had visions right before their eyes
Surely, God chose them to lead
with blessings from the orange seed

So anyone made dull and tired
were rounded up and all required
to work all day or face the noose
and never touch the orange juice

But those the seed would energize
were thereby made to supervise
the work so tedious and tough
while sipping on the orange stuff

And those for whom the seed caused harm,
were duly trained to run the farm
All day to sneeze and cough  non-stop
yet trusted with the precious crop

And anyone turned cruel, it’s true
got plenty of the orange brew
you could guess what jobs they do
and who they really answer to

Not leaders who hallucinate
that everything is going great
nor all the rest who get their dose
(except the ones that need it most)

Not any man or myth or god
nor any beast of sea or sod
but just a noxious little weed
with a toxic little orange seed

There may be some as I suspect
for whom the seed has no effect
I doubt that they’re allowed to stay
they wouldn’t want to anyway


Details | Rhyme | |

----OCCUPY: The Soup -------


Infuriated by greed
so we Occupy city streets
tired of being lied to 
divided by tyranny 
of the Elites
sickened by offshore banks 
ran by gangs 
known as the Fed
while political infidelity 
shakes the White House bed

What happened to the basic foundations 
for which this nation was built?
maybe the people’s aggravations 
will identify our leaders’ guilt

No justice lies within this 
“heads they win; tails we lose”
so now we take a stand 
against their scam
because we’re through with the abuse


Details | Free verse | |

This Poem Wants 2 B A Revolutionary

This poem wants to make a change . . .

To be a strong yet silent raised fist in Mexico, 1968.

To stand at a window w/a shotgun writing the words
“By any means necessary”

To sit in at a lunch counter in Birmingham, Alabama
Until it is read

To start a breakfast program in Compton, California
In order to feed hungry minds

To stand up for its rights in Akron, Ohio and shout,
“Aint I a poem?”

To integrate an all white book store under protection of the National Guard
And when George Wallace says to it,
“You will not enter unless it’s over my cold, dead, body. . .”
This poem will gladly take him up on his offer

But now this poem feels that perhaps it is too militant,
Maybe it and Spike should just “Do the Right Thing” . . .

Take the hand of other poems deep in the South Georgia woods and lead them to freedom
Under cover of night-light

Take its brothers and sisters out of the man’s world and
Into Aaron’s “Boondocks”

Play its own music, live in Jamaica and
Grow Nappy Locs

Start a union with A. Phillip down at the docks

Be read by Martin while being pelted with rocks

Find out what would happen
“If Beale Street Could Talk”. . .

This poem will get accused of “Ego Trippin” but 
will not take it personally, declaring,
“And Still I Rise” 

It will invite other poems to a free concert headlined by
Marvin, Stevie, Chuck D, and Black Thought

It will do what it should, not what others think it ought

This poem will be munificent . . .
Will give because so much has been given to it

Will do because so much has been done for it

Will be able to sit down because so many others have
Stood up

But this poem can not sit still for long
Because this poem has been disenfranchised . . .

This poem was told there is no longer a need
For affirmative action
only to have it replaced with definitive inaction

This poem cast a vote in Florida, 
only to be told that it did not count

This poem observed its commander in thief, fly over rising waters in the Lower Ninth Ward 
just to keep his feet from getting wet

This poem watched its country expand our “melting pot” to include all types of ingredients, 
Then scrape the black off the bottom of the pan . . . 

and send it back to Haiti on a raft

This poem has been pulled over for being DWI
(drafted with intelligence)

This poem was profiled at Hartsfield Airport,
And made to take off it’s . . . blues.

This poem never planted any genus of Bush, 
It’s not concerned with whom you marry,
Nor does it desire to trade the blood of young soldiers for oil, but look what it got

No wonder,
This poem wants 2 b a revolutionary . . .


Details | Free verse | |

Lost Humanity

Time comes and goes
People pass by and fly
We have only memories left
But we remember the sad ones
And easily forget the happy ones
We live in regrets
Saying... what if?
We live in fear
Saying... what will?
We have lost our humanity
We live in the past
Forgetting the present
As if there is only the past tense
We live in memories
Forgetting the future
As if there is no future
We love to brag about our ancestors
But what have we done now?
We all are losing ourselves
War... Drugs...
We think we are fighting for a cause
But that cause is only our greed
We think we are building the future
But we are destroying the future
We are losing our humanity 
And there is little left of it...
It is time to stop the war
And move along with peace
Nations send armies to others
Saying:"We've come to civilize you"
According to the dictionary 
Civilize is defined as conqueror
Send not armies! Send food and medical supplies!
Why do you come in the name of peace?!
If you only bring with you destruction!
What is happening to Afghanistan?
Why do you send guns instead of pills!?!
Or is the Vito more important than lives?
I am not from Europe, I am not from America
and I am NOT from the Middle East...
I do not know such things...
I am from Earth, regard of my nation
Nations are only names, we are all one
We are connected; we live on the same planet!
Why does one want to kill his brother?
IS IT FUN? WHY DOESN'T EVERYONE TRY IT?
I do not want to lose my humanity
Knowing that little is left in this world
This world can yet be fixed...
And it starts with two words: Love and equality
And it starts with one road: kill the Vito
Cause if it was a man, I would've killed it for the best
You think Hitler is gone?! Well now there is a stronger one
Look at Jerusalem! Hitler wouldn't dare do such things!
Why do we keep looking at the past?!
Forgetting what now is happening!
If the same ones who were massacred by Hitler
Are the same ones doing worse to Arabs?!
Why do we spend billions on weapons?
Instead of spending them on science?
Or at least save other nations from starvation
Why are we better than the Africans?
We have the same God! Or is it because of their color?
I just wish to ask one question to every human being...
WHAT WILL YOU SAY WHEN YOU STAND BEFORE GOD?

--------------------------

A tribute to all nations and hope all be safe :)


Details | Rhyme | |

There Was A Time We Weren't Ashamed Of God


There was a time in America, when the Bible was taught in the schools. The ten commandments were displayed, as “God’s set of rules.” There was a time in America, where the cross could be displayed. Even in public places, people came together and prayed. There was a time in America, there was no “church and state” separation. As people all across this country asked God to help this nation. There was a time in America, where people knew right from wrong. You could see it in the way they lived, and could here it in their song. There was a time in America where one was proud to be a Christian. One could take stand for holiness, without coming under “suspicion.” There was a time in America, when mom and dad were together… Now, any kind of a commitment to marriage seems lost forever There was a time in America, where many were proud of “tradition.” There seems to be a lack of any kind of “spiritual nutrition.” There was a time in America, where so many could proudly say; “I’m going to read the bible and go to church on Sunday.” This is the time for America, to wake up and try to understand. We need to seek God right now! All over this land! This is the time for America, to listen and begin to hear… The coming of our Lord is drawing ever so near! NOW is the time to seek the Lord, while he may be found! The word of God needs to be read in every city and town! Won’t you too seek God and listen to his voice today? Simply give him your heart and life… This could be YOUR day! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Blank verse | |

Drugs Not For Me

Music is my high,
Soda is my drink.
Sugar is my ecstacy,
Laughter is my drunkeness.
Anime is my anti-drug,
Strobe lighting is my LSD.
Dreaming is my hallucinogen.

Imagination is as psychedelic as I can get.
Being with family is when I'm as relieved as I can get.
Happiness is as sober as I can get.
Masturbation is as stimulated as I can get.
Orgasming is when I am as relaxed as I can get.

Poetry is my coping,
Art is my creative outlet.
Writing is my addiction,
Reading is my inhalation.
Exercise is my steroid,
Food is my shrooms,
Cooking is my sniff.

Gaming is as tripped out as I can get.
Being with friends is when I'm as hyped as I can get.
Depression is as down as I can get.
Inner strength is as strong as I can be addicted.
Internet browsing is as stoned as I can get.

Dancing is my adrenaline,
Overtiredness is my hangover.
Cake mix is my acid,
Sparkling juice is my booze.
Soberity is my perspective,
Shopping is my drug-dealing.
Healthy as can be, drugs not for me.


Details | Verse | |

mine and white collars in crime

to change the charter of rights , to make claims and take from victims white collar criminals secrets lies against ones that entrusted them hateful actions and words these men shared for reasons of secondary gains losses of ours are placed in ther trust and no one will act against them terrorized and destitute , wrongfully done gangs criminals not right or allow them to do this to act against all rules and laws charters dscrimiaion hatred prejudices , soon to take over secrets and lies if they can take point and blame you too may be next in line happened to me without rights and hated and lost and lied to no rights what is ours and rights insurances proerties all taken an used in this lawyers own legal fees , and lies about the actual amount believe in god and have faith one day their actions will be transarent and all wil see how this can not bring us back to the days before human rights the the charter of rights right and wrong above the laws ca not be done by these lawyers or any man we all have to respect and believe in god , and in justice system. for all every man woman and child . and not treated like i had died.
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Details | I do not know? | |

Strike

Strike!
O strike thy wisdom
and thy freedom;
strike!

While picket signs aren't weapons,
they arouse violent hymns
and bayonet dreams;
o strike!

Where authoritarian presidents,
governors and dictators
all think alike,
strike;
and strike thee common good.


Strike,
O visionaries
with karma on their side,
where echoes fly like angels
and their halos shine so bright;
strike!

Where slavery's not an option
and poverty no life,
no liberty
or happiness;
strike!

Where no act of violence,
aimed at stifling true justice
ever won.

True justice
always voices it's complaints,
always finds some other means,
never ends with the moon
but starts with the sun,
strike!

Fore there's no future otherwise.


Details | Couplet | |

How do you like your eggs in the morning?

Like a warm cotton bud used to give inner ears a clean
there is something comforting about routine.
Knowing where you stand and the order of play,
knowing what to expect at every point in your day.
Living to a schedule, everything has it’s time and place -
knowing the slots you have free for any plans you need to make.

Wardrobe colour-coded, in garment order.
Wallpaper with a matching border.
Appointments at ten to, five to, on the dot.
Check, double-check, the doors are locked.
Yellow ball, green ball then pot the brown.
Big box, little box, upside down.

I like to gaze into the sky and dream, of an afternoon.
Relaxing. Like the scent of a chaste tree, when in bloom.
A cold glass of lemonade, a long and foamy bath,
humming along to the radio, a love that warms the heart.
Reading the Sunday paper, and making it an event,
the delightful things the kids say, things only they could invent.

His reputation precedes him: a disruptive, class clown.
Never completes his work, he’s always mucking around.
A big-mouth, show-off with far too much to say:
He asks if I ever considered teaching him in a different way.
‘A physical learner’ - he’s heard about it on the news.
There could be something in it…but I’ve far too much to do.

Cars whiz about, people in a hurry.
“I’ve waited over an hour for my curry.”
Twenty four seven lifestyle, word abbreviation.
Text message becoming the preferred means of communication.
Everybody rushing, to keep on schedule, to maintain status quo.
Everyone a cog in the system: You’re whipped, if you don’t row.

Seamless is the transition between asleep and awake,
when you just let it happen, not worry about being late.
An unrushed project results in a rewarding prize:
taking your time meant you got it right.
So bin the itinerary, flout the rules,
just for once why don‘t you try something new?


Details | Epic | |

All we need a pot in one piece

All we need a leader 
Guide us become one of us
Make us sincere against any killing
Protects our family to live our destiny
All we need a world leader one of us making in one piece

Making it boiling it
 Be part of it
 In taming is music to our ears
 Every morning sliding our badges
 Making our leaving gone in sinful slips

 Only hope rests pray our best
 Every morning sinking reality 
 Surge become more innovative
 Making us in a pot all sincere 

 All we need a commitment in changing rules
 Where money plays reigns in market
 To adapt them after turns our sake
 It may be time to think learn to leave as one piece


Details | Free verse | |

The Evolution of Learning (Part One)

It amazes me how much man has evolved
Yet, How little he has learned
All around the globe
Millions die of disease and starvation
While the ever so intelligent creature known as man
Spends millions upon millions of dollars every single day
Killing each other
Instead of finding cures for the ill or feeding starving children
Oh sure, we dabble in those efforts
But we are committed to killing each other
Governments all around the globe
Spend most of their money
On their armies
Either to defend or attack
Their enemies
Supposedly, the most intelligent creature on earth
The intellectual creature known as man
If I may go so far
Mans commitment to war and killing
Goes far beyond any one mans term in office
It goes far beyond any one mans lifetime
It goes far beyond any century or any one era
From beginning to end, top to bottom
East to west, north to south
Red, yellow, brown, black or white 
Our commitment to killing each other
Is undeniable
How can a species that is smart enough to split atoms 
Creating weapons that will kill millions
Still be stupid enough to do it?
And now I see on the science channel
That man has now devised the Platonic beam
A beam of light that just disintegrates the target in an instant
At what price you ask?
Well I don’t know but I reckon if we diverted that money
To say solar energy projects
They could probably put a solar energy system
On every home in the world for free
Thus solving the energy crisis
Not to mention food in the icebox and medicine in the cabinet
Because of course when you create such an amazing new weapon
You need an entire new type of ship to deploy it from
Thus is born the next generation of war birds
They jettison into space 
Then go into super afterburner (A jet engine minus oxygen)
Which they said would reach like 20,000 miles an hour
So you could shoot halfway around the world
Disintegrate your enemy
And be home in time for supper
I believe when speaking of politics
It’s not a National Crisis
It’s a Global Epidemic


Details | Rhyme | |

Is the USA Guilty of A God Discrimnation

Is the USA Discriminating Against God? Across this country, is a new form of “elimination.” It’s almost like there’s a “God discrimination.” In the court’s efforts to remove him from our schools… It’s almost like “just about anything” rules! Many get concerned that the cross may be “offensive.” Thereby causing many churches to be “defensive.” It seems like godly morals are a thing of the past. This country is going downhill! And very fast! Traditional marriage has even been torn asunder! So much of the biblical truth has been plundered! Those defending their faith are labeled as “anti this or that.” Just look at the crossroads this country is coming at! If I serve God… Do these words often seem “inflammatory?” Is it God himself, that's become “discriminatory?” Do the words; “In God we trust,” mean anything? Without a Godly foundation, America has lost EVERYTHING! God gave us the Bible. We need this for proper direction. The courts in our land cannot give truthful interpretations! The Constitution or the Bible… Which will set us free? Which actually gives an individual freedom and liberty? We need God. Like we’ve never needed him before! We need his love and forgiveness all across our shores! He invites you to come and know him… Won’t you? He is the Lord God. He will never disappoint you! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Why Vote?

why are our tax dollars being spent on crippled
and paralyzed drug hoods?
why are we supporting teenage girl having babies 
and not trying to do any good?
how Is It possible for foreigners 
to get supplemental security income?
and where Is all the money supposedly coming from?

yet, when we the American citizens 
who have worked and struggled all our lives 
attempt to get any assistance from the government 
we only get a lot of bull and some jive
what in the world could the politicians 
have been thinking about?
when we have families right here in America
having to do without
Is It political policy 
over social responsibility?

the American Government aspires
to be the world's police force
by deploying our young men and women into war zones
without any recourse
but who Is to blame for making all these
life altering decisions?
It's not those who don't vote
for they have no voice nor position

now Is the time for all Americans
to step up to the plate
make your voice and choice be known
before It's too late
we need to stop this madness 
and unnecessary spending
call the politicians on to the carpet
and bring about some ending
Is It political corruption 
versus social reconstruction?

so just get out and vote
and make your choice be known
put who you want in positions of power
with ideals like your own
It's time to take a stance 
and get back our power
be more socially and politically conscious
at the voting hour
 





Details | Rhyme | |

Taxing Benefits

I met a Sheriff the other day.
Just teasing, I happened to say.
I am stopping by to pay my taxes.
Giving you my money before axes,

He said to me, “I get none of that money“.
I looked up in surprise, and thought, how funny.
He and many others forget our taxes pay salaries.
They work for us and their duties are in galleries.

Without working people to pay taxes, they would not be.
They forget these things after office acquired you see.
They pump us up upon the Election Day’s arrival.
Reinstatement in public office is part of survival.

We the people pay for their cars, meals, homes, indeed.
Our money than dispatched into the funds that do seed,
Without the people paying taxes, their jobs would recede.
We the people elect and pay wages, so justice will proceed.

However, many law officials take rules made for all.
Bending them to fit their need, in name of the law,
I have the utmost respect for officers on patrol.
They need to be cautious, to keep crime under control.

However, to break any law, for no reason at all, indeed.
Makes justice suffer, two wrongs make a misdeed,
Their pledge, for no reason at all to break their creed,
Serve and protect, without wrongdoing, as agreed.

An oath, I know they all take and so easily forget after.
Some upon that tomorrow, just ease back in laughter.


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Truckers Shut it Down

We need to send a message for Washington to hear
We need to make a statement and make it loud and clear
Leave rigs double parked in every town
Come on truckers. Shut it down
Block the highways. Set your course.
Show our politicians a united force
Politicians! While you're kissing babies remember this
We've got something you can kiss
We wanted a leader. We got a clown.
So let's go truckers. Shut it down.

                       It is time to start sending a message to our OPEC owned and 
operated congresss. If you can't stop the oil gougiing prices, we can stop the 
entire country. What happens if the last of the American cowboys, the truck 
drivers, unite? If they double park their rigs on the interstates all over the country, 
unhook them and leave them there? These guys are getting shafted by the same 
people who subsidize airlines so the executives can milk the living hell out of it. 
Meanwhile, not only the independent, but any small trucking company can't afford 
to stay in business. It is time to shut it down


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WRITTEN WHEN MOST ARE PROUD CYBORGS

In pleasantries, orchestrated on our screens,
We live the lives of many men and women,
As if sex could be! We grow, composed of well-cooked pablum
Eaten between long work hours, digested pleasantly.
In a fetal coil, I rest, my optic eye
Doesn’t blink at the silver reticules of my mind:
My body well knit by well-knit engineers,
This me-model makes real tears, running from my eyes.
Of course I’m human – hammered out in school,
Wearing what Designers Club tells me to;
You and I, we can adjust ourselves with tools,
Look down upon the Primitives -- those old fools.
Insulated from all microbial bio-terrors,
Safe from the brute, the thorn, the flawed flower
Blooming wild; we -- kept safe – know no variant weather,
Pity the Primitive, exposed to flood and laser-tower.
Did you see those messages, scrawled upon a wall,
Comparing us with vipers at Adam’s Fall?
There’s not an original thought in what he thinks:
That purist Primitive! His raw flesh stinks!
Computers say it best, and yet, I see
Something –compelling--- in his graffiti:
“O song, sing forth unto the endless skies--
O hear, created stars! You long have looked
Upon all who weep, who ever made outcry,
And wrote it down, in God’s forgotten book.”


written for those in the future--a protest against genetic engineering


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Mother Land

Yes I will die for her
Yes I will cry for her
But I will not turn my head and look the other way
I will not stand silent while others make a mockery of liberty
I will not stand silent while others
Distort the truth 
And if I offend you
                                   I DON'T CARE
Human rights for all does not require the denial of mine
Freedom of choice is not an entitlement 
For middle class oppression
Pursuit of happiness is not a governmental gift 
And if That upsets you
                                   I DON'T CARE
I will pray                      
I will say
          Under God
I will accept you when you accept me
If you are appalled
                                   I DON'T CARE
I will sing God Bless America
If it offends you shut your ears
If you feel the need to respond
Shut your mouth
I do not respond to you denying your righTS
Do not deny mine
There is no room for bigoted fanaticism
In this the Mother Land
If this makes you angry
                                   I DON'T CARE.


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Mirror with a Gun

Cast attention on the dreams we have caught
They’re nothing of our own
Filtering our hearts right through the dark
Until we give in to the unknown

Casting lights upon the pointless death
In the wars that we’ve become
It’s so sad to see what will really die
The part we kill because we run

Cast attention on the lies we create
Manifesting every fear
Will these walls protect me from the pain?
Will the static drive the tears?

Casting lights upon the obvious truth
That we can’t remember love
Because every notion that we think is right
Was not handed from above

Cast our questions into timeless stone
It’s time to walk away
Step again into the lonely dark
It’s time to feed the pain

Casting spells that only weave an end
This is what we’ve become
Friendly faces that will kill again
We’re just a mirror with a gun


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American Justice

A time for golfing after the crime
Crime committed but do no time

American justice is that what you call it
When guilt is determined by the size of your wallet

The government doesn't care if it's not fair
As long as they get their fair share

If Capone had paid his taxes long ago
He would have been Mayor of Chicago

If you have the cash, judges sit in awe
And put your actions above the law

A push for gun control is really hot
So their friends, the criminals, won't get shot

Hail the defendant, put his name in lights
Deny the victim his civil rights

For child molesters we need to change course
I would recommend a vigilante force

We can't fix organized crime and that's a sin
It's our own fault because we voted them in

American justice will never be the best
Until we enforce the laws like they did in the Old West.


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Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of Freedom

(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)



Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of Freedom:



Solomon Mahlangu was trained as an MK soldier with a view to later rejoining the struggle in the country.


He left South Africa after the Soweto Uprising of 1976 when he was 19 years old, and was later chosen to be part of an elite force to return to South Africa to carry out a mission commemorating the June 16th 1976 Soweto student uprising.


After entering South Africa through Swaziland and meeting his fellow comrades in Duduza, on the East Rand (east of Johannesburg), they were accosted by the police in Goch Street in Johannesburg.


In the ensuing gun battle two civilians were killed and two were injured, and Mahlangu and Motloung were captured while acting as decoys so that the other comrade could go and report to the MK leadership.


Motloung was brutally assaulted by the police to a point that he suffered brain damage and was unfit to stand trial, resulting in Mahlangu facing trial alone.


He was charged with two counts of murder and several charges under the Terrorism Act, to which he pleaded not guilty.


Though the judge accepted that Motloung was responsible for the killings, common purpose was argued and Mahlangu was found guilty on two counts of murder and other charges under the Terrorism Act.


On 15 June 1978 Solomon Mahlangu was refused leave to appeal his sentence by the Rand Supreme Court, and on 24 July 1978 he was refused again in the Bloemfontein Appeal Court.


Although various governments, the United Nations, International Organizations, groups and prominent individuals attempted to intercede on his behalf, Mahlangu awaited his execution in Pretoria Central Prison, and was hanged on 6 April 1979.


His hanging provoked international protest and condemnation of South Africa and Apartheid.


In fear of crowd reaction at the funeral the police decided to bury Mahlangu in Atteridgeville in Pretoria.


On 6 April 1993 he was re-interred at the Mamelodi Cemetery, where a plaque states his last words:


‘My blood will nourish the tree that will bear the fruits of freedom.

Tell my people that I love them.

They must continue the fight.’



Mahlangu died for a cause!



Salute!



The Struggle Continues…




(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)


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South African Freedom Day

freedom day 
(april the 27th 1994)


far too many brave compatriots died

and

flooding rivers of tears were cried

far too many families ripped apart

with

daggers cutting into their heart

the pain is felt still deep today
on this glorious sun-splashed South African Freedom Day

as we pause and remember those who do not remain with us anymore

as we appreciate the fruits that their sacrifice and struggle bore

far too many to count and to name

but we honour them all while we keep burning that eternal flame

...Oliver Reginald Tambo
...Chris Hani
...Solomon Mahlangu
...Prakash Napier
...Yusuf Akhalwaya
...Matthew Goniwe
...Neil Aggett
,,,Ahmed Timol
...Vuyisile Mini
...Hector Peterson
...Babla Saloojee
...Bram Fischer
...Dulcie September
...Sparrow Mkonto

just a few, but so many still nameless

who were brutally cut down
by a racist system that was merciless, and cruelly shameless

we honour you, today
but we remember you each and every day

when we breathe in the air of the freedom that you craved

as we walk the roads of a wounded but healing country that you saved

from itself, for the hate and racism and hushed prejudice of race and gender and religion and sexual persuasion and caste and creed

that you so valiantly fought against, is still with us, as it on fear and ignorance does feed

the odour of racism and hate
of white and black and jew and muslim and hindu and catholic and yellow and brown

is a living parasite that lives and thrives all across this beautiful world, from cities and villages and hamlets, to the smallest rural town

it may become a mark of shame upon us all 

so we have to, today, struggle against and boldly fight

for the sacrifices of the many can never be cheapened, by the polite dinner-table murmurs of hate, try as hard as they might

for if we as a nation, 
a country 
a world 
a people 

one people

are to truly step out of the lashing cold painful rain

we have to continue your struggle

so that your supreme sacrifices may not have been in vain...

and so we say 

'hamba kahle, comrades'

to you who laid your young lives down and slipped away

so that we who remain may in the sunlight and out of the rain live and breathe and stay

in a country, and in a world
where religion and gender and sexual-persuasion and all colourful hues

may mingle and love and laugh and cry together on the sun-filled avenues

so thank you, comrades, for showing us a better path that we must embark on as we shuffle onwards into a brighter tomorrow

away from the hurt of the past, and away from the tears and away from all the sorrow

for the true freedom that we seek now, is the freedom from our own racism, our own prejudices, our own sexism, our own petty hates and bottled-up anger

for therein, lies the fight ahead

for therein, lies the real and growing danger.
Aluta Continua!
Amandla Ngawethu!

The Struggle Continues...


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Four-Play

Four corners.
Stands, four players. 
Quarrels of foul cries, collided.
Facing each nemesis into quadrants, divided. 

Individuals motivated by objectives.
Devising plans, careful detectives. 
Goal to achieve the highest rank, careful steps--discriminate.
Going by the hit-list, tunnel vision, hindrances must eliminate. 

Scoping intensely, measuring opponents, methodical evaluation. 
Staying alert, mind assessment, sedulous investigation. 
Shrill of the first struck, the red bullet--bounces. 
Instant reflex, ricochet the shot, violence--denounces. 

The King may bend the rules, charges swift modification. 
The Pawns are summoned, critical prosecution. 
The Bishop prays for the suspects, classified praises, flattery denunciation. 
The Queen cradles a heart, each beat rebounds, battery probation.


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Generic Minds

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them


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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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Struggle for Freedom

Hopeless tears reign marks of 
struggle
followed by endless pain
The stigma "nigga" forever 
implanted in my DNA
From black face and sambo to 
mammy and sapphire
some still view us just the same
After years of struggle and 
progress
Not a lot has changed 

They assume stupidity just by 
the tint of my face
and because it's brown, I'm 
uneducated
a fool, a mistake
I'm the angry black woman 
that'll
roll my neck and put my fingers 
in your face
Or he's the one with the bad 
attitude 
and a gun to shoot up the place
Or the welfare queen - all she 
do is get high
Oh and he's the one that fits 
the description of that black 
guy

Still...Forever struggling for 
respect with no ideas
about what it's really like not to 
be automatically tagged 
"nigger/a"
So I stopped expecting miracles 
of blacking out racism
and continue the fight for 
freedom

Freedom from labels and 
stereotypes
Freedom from dumb ass black 
people who keep those 
stereotypes alive
Freedom from holds like hate 
and negative teachings and
Freedom from ourselves 
because some of us have 
stopped reaching
Some of us have given up the 
fight to be taken seriously
We've disgustingly lost our 
pride and our unity
We've decided to become 
enchanted with the stigma 
"nigga/er" 
so it's embedded in our DNA
Attached to more than just my 
skin
It's my soul that aches

The struggle for freedom will 
never end
Racism will never end
Until the end of existence as we 
know it
Get ready 
because all of the signs that it's 
here
Is showing 


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Living the Dream

My nightmare is so tangible...so vividly I dream,
The dream, it feels so true to me...reality it seems.

Exhaust and smoke are all I breathe...the air is full of smog...
The job I do is thankless toil, but I work it like a dog.

There's mercury in the fish I eat...there're toxins in my food...
And drugs, they are a constant scourge...myriads for every mood.

Bipolar is my government...a house divided 'tis...
And corporations drive both sides...in the pockets of "Big Biz".

The icecaps, they are melting...the sea is rising, too.
Pandas, condors, polar bears -- empty cages at the zoo.

My money ne'er seems quite enough...I'm always out of cash...
My freedom fled when I wed my bride...(live I under the lash).

"Entertainment"? Reality TV...maybe some vampire shows...
Or idjits becoming household names for being beachfront "ho's".

People clamor "climate change" from the seats of S.U.V.'s,
And bitter news on the honey front...what's killing all the bees?

Politicians spending more...we go deeper in the red.
Opinions dressed as "news" abound...is journalism dead?

Cell phones are ubiquitous...conversation's endangered now...
And "Kardashians" are famous girls..but who knows why or how?

How strange my twisted psyche is t'make real what must be fake...
Now'f only I could find some way to get myself to wake.


Written on November 27th, 2012
By Daniel Beus (Rebel Sun)


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The Last Laugh

One of Life’s indisputable facts:
Government reserves the right to tax;
And tho’ they waste far more than they should,
It’s supposedly done “for the common good.”

Economists use the word “propensity,”
Just a fancy word for “odds”, you see:
The odds you’ll save, the odds you’ll spend,
And how many Tax Dollars those odds will rend.

The basis for U.S. government budgets is “Total Tax Dollars Collected”;
And any overtures to reduce those collections are summarily rejected;
And should a source of taxes have declined or dissipated,
Other taxes are increased and/or new taxes are created.

Many, if not most, of these taxes are “regressive”.
That means their actual impact on income is “progressive”...
But “progressive” in a very negative way.
Relatively speaking, the Less you make, the More you pay.

Whether you make it or sell it, need it or want it, Congress will tax it;
And, once a tax is on the books, Congress has zero “propensity” to relax it.
Congresses, Federal and State, love to tax Luxury and Sin;
Smoking Sinners have had their taxes raised again and again and again.

Cigarette taxes are frequently raised, the “claim” is to drive users to quit;
But Truth is measured in Billions in taxes, so we know supporters are “full of it.”
Meantime, Non-smokers reap many benefits, while Smokers foot the bill;
And if that should change, Non-smokers would taste a financially “bitter pill.”

Taxed and taxed and taxed some more, but not yet into submission,
Smokers could shift their tax burden to Non-smokers…without their permission.
Yes, what if one Fateful day, those Smoking Sinners, Each and Every one,
Just put them down and said, “I quit.”; said en masse, “We’re done!”

Congresses would be clamoring to derive Billions in Taxes elsewhere,
At first, Non-smokers may not realize the impact they’re about to bear.
When an industry dies, businesses and people’s jobs are lost…it’s true;
But all those Tax Dollars must come from somewhere...the likes of me and you.

So righteous, whining Non-smokers maintained their hue and cry.
Ever pushing Congresses to tax those Smoking Sinners… tax them ‘til they die;
But after quitting, Ex-Smokers would pay less, while Non-Smokers would pay more.
Guess Non-smokers didn’t think far enough ahead, didn’t really know the score.

All those dreary anti-smoking ads, many of which falsified the cause,
Would disappear.  And what about all the useless anti-smoking laws?
Instead of Non-smokers not liking Smokers, Ex-Smokers would serve instead.
"The bastards are costing me money. I wish they had smoked 'til they were dead."

So, Ex-smokers would be getting healthier and spending far less;
And may be cause for some Non-smokers’ financial distress.
While they ruefully pay more, Ex-smokers' pocket books will attest
By reminding Non-smokers daily......the Last Laugh is Best.


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The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


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Unite Blue

Verse 1

I’ve had this dream now for a while,
But the real world’s where I choose to stay,
The time is now for standing up,
To reach out for that brighter day.

Chorus

Unite to lend a hand to those who are in need,
Unite against them, whose souls are consumed by greed,
Unite and lend a hand, and we can change the world,
We’re the ones we’ve been waiting for.

Verse 2

Walking past two souls holding hands,
I see that it’s true love conquers all,
A dreamland where we all sing and dance,
And hands to catch us should we fall.

(Chorus)

Bridge

United, it’s in our hands,
United, it’s how we stand,
United, across all lands.
Empathy, we understand,
Together, it’s how we stand,
Unite with one voice, One Hand.


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What Is This Church All About

What Is This Church All About?

Is this church meant for people like me?
Is this where God really wants me to be?

They claim to be filled with God’s spirit.
When it comes to HIS truth...  Can they give it?

I’m sure there’s many who come and attend
It’s more than “church on Sunday,” that we must spend!

We must reach out to the lost and the oppressed!
After all, Christ gave us his very best!

May we all preach the gospel and God’s holiness!
And strive to seek his awesome righteousness!

Living for Jesus must be a daily walk and experience!
Not simply based on our “ambitious self appearance.”

God isn’t interested in a denomination or a title…
He wants to know…  Do we really believe the Bible?

He’s not interested in the money put in the offering plate.
He wants to know; “Are you ready
 to enter heaven’s gate?”

May we strive to serve Jesus with a zeal and passion!
And be filled with his holiness and compassion!

May we serve Jesus from a heart of humbled confession!
And making our commitment to him,
 our #1 possession!

“Unless the Lord builds the house.”  
They labor in vain that build it!
Let’s seek the power of God! 
May his presence completely fill it!!

By Jim Pemberton    


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Air pollution in cities

We should plant more trees
In the cities of the world
Beside the roads
And on the roofs of buildings
To reduce air pollution


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CYBERCRIME LAW

Can't they understand that its just too much
You post or tweet but what you write you watch
Bullied by lawmakers into censoring one's post
Exactly the thing that we hate the most
Reason flew away when they made this law
Carelessly ignoring that it has a flaw
Reminding us of the days of Proclamation 1081
Ignorant lawmakers forget that those days are gone
Mindless of the freedom of speech that it would kill
Entirely forgetting that this is against Juan's will

Lawmakers who passes law but does not think
Adieu to you for your careers will stink
Wait for the next elections and watch your vote count sink


A new law against cybercrime was passed in the Philippines and it took effect last Oct.3.
This law includes a very vague section against libel and in effect it is going to curtail online freedom of speech or expression. Filipinos are against it and are clamoring for an amendment. If you are wondering about the name juan which was used in this poem then I'd like to inform those from different countries that Juan refers to the Filipino people.
JEB


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This Memorial Day We Salute Our Veterans

We salute every soldier who’s
 served this great nation.
And offer a heart of thanks
 and appreciation!

We salute each member 
of our armed forces.
And are thankful for their
 efforts and resources!

We salute the many who 
protect our borders too.
We’d be in trouble…  
If not for people like YOU!

We salute every son and 
daughter lost in a war.
YOU are what serving this
 country is meant for!

We salute the officers who’ve 
guided our women and men.
Our prayers are with you!  
And our love from within!

We salute our veterans!  
Wherever they may be!
Those who served on
 land, air and sea!

Offering prayer to the
 Lord is our belief…
That he will guide our
 Commander-in-Chief!

As we observe 
Memorial Day this year…
Let’s offer our soldiers
 love, hope and cheer…

May God bless them in
 all they endeavor
And his peace be with them
 today and forever!!

By Jim Pemberton  
05/21/10


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I Went to Church Last Sunday

I Went to Church Last Sunday… I went to church last Sunday, and heard a lesson… I felt like I was almost in a “delicatessen.” A “menu” was served, with a “meal” given. And a “pep talk’” on “how good we’re livin’! We were asked to shake a hand, “and meet a friend.” “But don’t say anything that may offend!” Our comfort was sought after, with “love” in mind! We were taught to be “considerate and kind!” We sang a few songs, and raised a few hands… And got up and down, all through the stands! A pastor spoke a message, he wanted to be taught. A “feel good” message is what he sought! How many “feel good” messages do we need? In what direction does this church want to lead? Is it one that doesn’t have a fear of God, from within? Is this a place where one can find freedom from sin??? We need more than a Sunday lesson, to change this nation! We need God’s power! With Holy Ghost conviction! We need pastors that are on fire, with a passion and zeal! And the believe that Christ’ coming is very real! May there be a new focus, of Christ’ death on the cross! And much more emphasis on reaching the lost! Going to church On Sunday, doesn’t mean a thing… If living 100 percent for Jesus, doesn’t mean anything! May your church on Sunday be stirred from above! And be filled with God’s power, his holiness and love!!! By Jim Pemberton


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I Don't Hate America

I Don’t Hate America

I like the country I live in
That doesn’t mean I have to sing their songs
to prove that sh@!.
That doesn't mean that 
I can just can’t get over the fact that
they murdered the people who built it
 
America was dedicated to a proposition that
“all men are created equal, except
for women, indians and blacks

The white men were just fine is what we were told 
but what about those who were stolen that never made it over to NEW WORLD?
The ones that were thrown overboard and
those who died from sickness while in transport

Remember those who were born into slavery and never even knew what freedom was before their physical bodies left
and people like Thomas Jefferson
He understood that slavery was wrong but did not free his own until his death
What about those who beaten senseless and burned, and hanged,  
All while screaming “Nigger" What’s your new name?
Oh how soon do we forget…
That’s why I despise that word and
I don’t care who it is that uses it
#u$k that slavery sh@!
And #u$k that flag b@%ch!
#u$k you America because you’ve always made things hard .
So don’t look at me strange when I show those songs disregard and those fake ass patriotic undertones about how we are the land of the free
more like the land of the captured and the Home of the Slaves, see

I don’t’ hate America
I can be and do and go as I please
But, then I remember the poor people they injected with disease 
They thought they were getting free health care but the doctor is giving them syphilis 
Please! 

I remember the natives of this land
They slaughtered and labored them to work for freedom in their own land 

I remember the Civil War 
where we were a country divided by the Mason Dixon Line
The north and the south of the same country at war to save lives
 
I don’t hate America
This is my home 
But I refuse to let the things that 
my ancestors endured during the struggle of building SUCH A FINE COUNTRY be forgotten
It’s 2012 and the politicians still plottin to find a way to take away the black vote 
It’s the same shit, but now they just don’t use the noose to choke the life out of souls  
I’m so tired of the constitution and it’s loop holes, and amendments, and acts, and laws
This just proves that man can’t govern themselves because even with all these rules we constantly fall into the black hole deeper and deeper
I don’t hate America
I just choose to not take part in its little song and dance
I pledge my allegiance to God 
and continue to write and lose myself in my poetic trans 


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World Economic Report, April, 2012

Fear feasts on our insides
And wrecks decision-making
Evil jumps in with glee
And another one loses trust

And another one down
And another one down
And another one loses trust

Evil grins
At what might have been
As another one loses trust

Housing fails
Markets, too
And countries follow suit

“Be afraid
Be very afraid”
Used to be a joke
But now it’s the match
That lights the glint
In Evil’s eye

Every day we’re fed
Too much detailed
 information
- Perhaps true;
Perhaps not -
With stated directives
To be
Very
Afraid


As Evil laughs
And Fear cavorts
Through our souls

With another one down
And another one down 
And another one loses trust

I will myself to turn off the media
Not to ignore the warnings;
But to avoid overexposure
To the cancer-causing
Smoking gun
Of fear




According to Article 37, Section 202 of the Code of Federal Regulation, the Congress states that “words and short phrases such as names, titles, and slogans; familiar symbols or designs; mere variations of typographic ornamentation, lettering or coloring; mere listing of ingredients or contents” are not copyrightable.
So thanks to John Deacon of Queen…


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The Destruction of Mankind

The Destruction of Mankind!

Throughout the Bible’s history, you’ll find…
The wickedness and destruction
 of mankind!

There were kingdoms that have come and gone!
They took pride, and thought
 they were strong!

No matter how strong men make think they may be…
Everyone needs to make plans for their eternity!

There’s many things that people have enjoyed…
But. there’s coming a day when it’ll all be destroyed!

The Bible says that we all have failed and sinned!
What a terrible mess that we find ourselves in!

Our answer and only hope is with Jesus today!
Only he can wash the darkness and sin away!

Only he can bring a completeness to our soul!
And can bring all we need to make us whole!

May God’s Holy Spirit reach out and convict us!
That we all may know,
 only God can help us!


By Jim Pemberton


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a come down world view from on high

some-tin-can-tan-man 
playing in the sand
with paper tigers
  a bear with many tentacles
red everywhere
	in the skies
  clouds streaming down
hispeed downsload online power lines
  pavement-red trees ripe for slicing
 and many motored mobiles moving
i see these incessant seas of disease
in roving throes of twos and threes
  drunken eyes of manned machines
madness is sporadic maelstroms
tornadic hail storms whispering
lightning peals
of eclectic ills
the meek willed and weak be killed
the party's all in pink
its all happening
   its happening now
this Eden scene reality
happy masses spending spree
breeds palmistry lost honesty
espirit de corps in manistry
    the trenchmouth of a diarrhetic mind
the media of waste and waists
 culture crowd
   cry crass and proud
 there is nothing reprobate
WE are all there is to hate
we've lost our sense in satin sets of
  scents and sins in suddenness

                     now is the beginning of then
	love is the beginning of fears
	time is the beginning of when
	hate is the start of smears

i am forever tears
  and woodwind promises
singing softly
sighing what seaweed sees
screaming as seaweed streams
	strings of steaming
  arty-choked minds
  and children dreaming
      brain washed carbon cycles
	power washed spirochetes
   imminent demise by sunrise
Media theatrics of medium minds
  like mediums find
  gallows galvanizing
Gallup Polls as Mesmer  rising

truth is news
but the news aint truth
and that aint news
but it is the truth

 rude uncouth pursueth youth
	to chase the shadows backward
progressive eye
 see no wrong
shame is yet a choice
    silence none
          let us sing
but only in one voice
our world's a stage
of  gilded age
 	a rounded cage of ageless rage
    	and HIStory is a sexist word
a reckless neckless Texas word
   afraid of path ahead of us
afraid of rain bloodstained with rust
      afraid of pain for there is gain
enflamed estranged defamed with trust
   be shamed be shamed be shamed
we must
i'll work me up 
till i explode
a goldenrod that never glowed
a farmer whom has never sowed
i'll toe a line hence never toed
in dirt the truth is never soiled
in earth its known and never spoiled
in trees with leaves it breathes unseen
the breezes that will never leave us
if Jesus pleases may it seize us
all consuming never leave us
please O God may it never leave us
and only then
can it free us


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It Never Really Mattered

I look back to the sixties, standing for a cause
Change society, from the world remove the flaws
How the seeds of discontent were scattered
We walked with a purpose, make a statement for the land
An urge to change the world, a time to make a stand
With the apathy today, I guess it never really mattered 
We've lost our sense of urgency, our drive has gone away
Democracy is dying as we approach our darkest day
Has liberty been murdered, have our dreams all been shattered
We can rise above the garbage that has been thrown in our face
We can stand together to make the world a better place
If we accept social injustice, then it never really mattered
We see the times are changing not for better but for worse
Dissension becomes the blessing,  patriotism becomes the curse
Our constitution has been raped and left all bruised and battered
Do we hang onto our standards with our backs against the wall
Do we bow our heads like puppets as we watch our country fall
Then for all our souls who died for freedom, it never really mattered.
I will stand for liberty and justice. I will die for freedom's sake
I will stay a patriot though the earth beneath me shake
I will salute our flag though she be torn and tattered
If we allow the powers to destroy our democratic dream
If we let them undo the constitution that once was held in high esteem
Then our liberty is over and it never really mattered.


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Pledge Of Allegiance, Revisited

I Pledge Allegiance
a solemn vow of obedience, from the earliest age of grievance,
when found deliverance, one people, united against tyranny and intolerance,
become the model of democracy and toleration

To The Flag
the symbol of once colonization come together in celebration,
a new unconquerable nation, a successful castration,
of oppression and dictation

Of The United States Of America
a conglomeration of peoples form one nation,
13 colonies a single relation, one voice, one oration,
tread on me, expect retaliation

And To The Republic
a democracy, its creation, the Constitution, its foundation,
agreeable to all  in origination, fiercely guarded against demolition,
militarization, and impregnation, over all these years, still on station
 
For Which It Stands
the protector of all oppressed lands, the world over she lends a hand,
her signature, her blood, in foreign sand

One Nation
from sea to sea, whether rich or poor, some vocal, others, chose to ignore,
those who guard the shore, those who knock on heavens door,
one nation, esprit de corps

Under God
in a time when belief was strong, today, should not be wrong,
having been with us so very long, a few may sing a different song,
most will believe, as they have, all along

Indivisible
one, as a whole number, cannot be divided by any other,
many have tried under guise of brother, only to be denied by the mother

With Liberty And Justice For All
the means to end all oppression, infinitely wrong with transgression,
succession, regression, and repression along

Our Pledge of Allegiance
a pledge of a nation, a history profound, one indivisible number,
all it takes, to be no longer allowed





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If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight


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Our Country's Soul Is Being Torn Apart


Our Country’s Soul Is Being “Torn Apart”

The very soul of America is being “torn apart.”
It’s a problem that’s striking at our very heart.

There’s a “blowing wind.”  A “time for change.”
As the country’s moral fabric is being “rearranged.”

As many question what the true meaning of life is for…
Many don’t seem to know what’s wrong or right anymore!

As so much pornography is allowed into our homes…
The moral decay is “eating” right at “the bones.”

Many have a hard time “defining what marriage is.”
So many are really “messed up” in how they live!

The news seems to be “fascinated” by man’s depravity…
Leaving a huge vacuum of a monstrous “moral cavity.”

Many who attend church want what’s
 “soothing to their ears.”
A God of holiness and righteousness
 is what they “fear!”

As we look around as to what our society is becoming…
God’s judgement is soon!  It is surely coming!

We must come back and leave all of our “false idols!”
We must come back to the God of the Bible!

Jesus must be our cord of love the forever binds!
It’s only in him can we find true love for our minds!

It’s only in Jesus that we can find a purpose and meaning!
It’s only in him that we need to put our
 trust and start believing!

He is and always will be the right choice to be taken…
Without him, our country’s is “doomed and forsaken.”

He brings healing and righteousness
“beneath his wings…
He is what we truly need!  
He is our EVERYTHING!

By Jim Pemberton


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A Slavery Mentality

Believe in what I am told or what I see 
This war is bitter and I aspire to be free 
Free from these shackles and discrimination 
Free from selective elimination 
We call our children mistakes so we can free ourselves of responsibility 
And our babies are dying in the streets while we accept no liability 
Governed by aggression it’s said that only the strong survive 
But instead of showing strength we only know hostility 
Creating a place where these demons thrive 
A Child’s innocence is used for selfish gain 
So mommy can get high and feel no pain 
A child that knows no love has no true perception of reality 
And the system has no love our children are lost on technicality 
Now your babies will have babies searching for the love that they lack 
They should have had love unconditional 
But instead they turn to crack 
Because their family has made it traditional 
There is nothing like the cries of a neglected child 
Mommy is too high to provide 
Taught too young to hold it all inside 
Poison their minds with dirty little secrets they are forced to hide 
Teach them to look for nothing and that’s all you will find 
Because that is all that’s left inside 
Fill their minds with worldly possessions 
Take what you can get despite the moral transgression 
Take Godout of our schools because money is the new respect 
Craving only negative attention 
Because of the love they now reject 
First born to poverty and aware before their time 
Unable to provide life’s necessities 
They are pushed towards drug sales and crime 
Society will blame this transgression on lack of affection 
But really they are affected by lack of direction 
No money to feed the hungry and poor 
Our inspiration is music, TV, drugs, guns and war 
Poor because they have been dominated and oppressed 
Push us too regress 
Give to those who already have by taking from those who have less 
The only way to survive is to murder, hustle and deceive 
There is a better way of life 
But not a better way to make them believe 
A better way to teach us to accept this fate is what they crave 
A better way to give us the mentality of a slave 
Their methods of birth control created to control the minority 
We are now the majority 
They are scared to death we have become the priority 
Our people born of whips and chains and still left unbroken 
Fed our children’s sorrows from which we choke 
there are still too many truths left unspoken


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I Don't Care

I Don't Care...


I don't care,
if you're battered black and blue,

I don't care,
just as long as I can drink and screw.



I don't care,
if you've lost your damn job,

I don't care,
you're just a kernel off the cob.



I don't care,
when I see you begging in the street,

I don't care,
I get to suckle on capitalism's raw teat.



I don't care,
about the elderly, the poor, or the weak,

I don't care,
if the earth will be inherited by the meek.



I don't care,
if the climate is warming, I'm so much cooler,

I don't care,
in my penthouse I'm the boss, the only ruler.



I don't care,
for those rolling for scraps in the muck,

I don't care,

I really don't care, cos' I don't give a f**k



inspired by Bob Geldof's "The Great Song of Indifference"


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A Story My Mother Told Me

someone always told me this with tears in her eyes...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)


a wife left South Africa in the 1960’s to join her husband 
who was in exile at the time...

in 1970 the husband was sent by the African National Congress to India to be its representative there...

the husband and wife spent two years in Bombay...

one afternoon the husband fell and broke his leg...

the wife knocked on their neighbour’s door, in an apartment complex in Bombay

the neighbour was an old Punjabi lady...

the wife asked the neighbour for a doctor to see to the injured husband...

a Parsi ‘Bone-Setter’ was promptly summoned...

the husband still recalls his anxiety of seeing ‘Bone-Setter’ written on the Parsi gentleman’s bag...

by the way, the ‘Bone-Setter’ worked his ancient craft and surprisingly for the husband, his broken leg healed quite soon...

but still on that day, while the ‘Bone-Setter’ was seeing to the husband...

the wife and the old Punjabi lady from next door got to talking about this and that and where these new Indian-looking wife and husband were from as their accents were clearly not local...

the wife told the elderly Punjabi lady that the husband worked for the African National Congress of South Africa and had left to serve the ANC from exile...

and that they had left their two children behind in South Africa and that they were now essentially political refugees...

the Punjabi lady broke down and wept uncontrollably...

she told the foreign woman that she too had had to leave her home in Lahore in 1947 and flee to India with only the clothes on her back when the partition of the subcontinent took place and Pakistan was formed and at a time when Hindus from Pakistan fled to India and vice versa...

the Punjabi lady then asked the foreign woman her name...

‘Zubeida’, but you can call me ‘Zubie’...

the Punjabi woman hugged Zubie some more, and the two women, seperated by age and geography, wept, sharing a shared pain...

the Punjabi woman told Zubie that she was her ‘sister’ from that day on, and that she felt that pain of exile and forced migration and what being a refugee felt like...

Zubie and her husband Mosie became the closest of friends with the Hindu Punjabi neighbours who were kicked out of Pakistan by Muslims...

then came the time for Mosie and Zubie to leave for Delhi where the African National Congress office was based...

the elderly Punjabi lady and Mosie and Zubie said their goodbyes...

a year or two later, the elderly Punjabi lady’s daughter Lata married Ravi Sethi and the couple moved to Delhi...

the elderly Punjabi lady called Zubie and told her that her daughter was coming to Delhi to live and that she had told Lata, her daughter that she had a ‘sister’ in Delhi...

Lata and Ravi Sethi then moved to Delhi...

This was in the mid-1970’s...

Lata and Zubie became the closest of friends and that bond stayed true, and stays true till today, though Zubie is no more, and the elderly Punjabi lady is no more...

the son and the husband still have a bond with Lata and Ravi Sethi...

a bond that was forged between Hindu and Muslim and between two continents across the barriers of creed and time...

a bond strong and resilient, forged by the pain and trauma of a shared experience...

and that is why, and I shall never stop believing this, that hope shines still, for with all the talk of this and of that, and of that and of this, there will always be a simple woman, somewhere, anywhere, who would take the ‘other’ in as a sister, a fellow human...

and that is why there will always be hope...
hope in the midst of this and of that and of that and of this...

hope...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)


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Social Media

For lack of attention

And lack of invention

They couldn't help it 

Now we can't stop it

With mustered pretention



Living in the keyhole

The pretty lies are sold

Women of appetite eat

Cannibal spawn tweet

As our credits roll



Just out of light

In the shadow of right

Men counterfeit valor

Then duck and cower

Lacking a will to fight



Fast forward life time

Wonder past its prime

Cut and paste history

To create a mystery

Of victimless crime



Remember what to say

Regurgitate yesterday 

We salted the earth

And lost its worth

We lost our way



Alone in the corner

The facts adorn her

Through rise and fall

Truth awaits us all

As we learn her cure



Folly laughing loud

The trashy and proud

Can't see it there

Behind the despair

Death with its crowd




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Blight

Beneath the arc of crumbling dusk,
Lisps down the petals of the rose
To crimson-kiss the fountain bowls
Where the champagne faucet flows.
The guests in boarding houses
Felt the smoulder of their bones
Balding walls restricting transit
Behind the mortar work and stones.
And we cried and smiled and cheered
When the anaesthetic rushed,
As the opiate of media
Camouflaged the broke and crushed.
Oh, tomorrow they are married,
And the next day we will wake,
To our debts and thoughts of dying
In a world we didn’t make.
Yet today in celebration
We salute the future King,
Feed us pomp and circumstance,
We’ll bow and kiss your ring.


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The 13th amendment

Footsteps heard from afar 
Caught in the glimpse of 
Strange shadows on walls,
the unknowable visor of 	
approaching men in uniform, 
wedged in the unbroken frames 
of those shadows;
Carrying their guns and arms,
They throw a basket of broken
Legs lost in the war, a dump yard
Of human remains

And there through the window
Struck by the very first sight
Are those pair of peeping eyes
That seek answers for all that is
Left and is yet to come,
They speak of all the pain
Felt in the anguish of the bygones,
A struggle to fight for
All that is fair and just, 
To level the men of his ‘breed’
One amongst many born unequal
They see affected patterns of color,
The raunchy division of scattered
Privileges 

In moments of solitariness, they
Look ahead into the future with a
Vision so pure; 
a utopian ideal it seems
To many of his kind, unachievable yet
Worth fighting for, for years
Of unsolicited beatings, they
Only wish to see a world of 
Equals, the world as a homogeneity of
Dark and blank pieces, 
 
Men of ‘his breed’ 
Stand up to wrong all the
Blank pieces covered in shadows
By the ‘darkness’ of their own
Misdeeds, 
So a world without
Fear would be created for once,
The end of a gruesome chapter
And the beginning of a liberal one


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The Library Man

How often do you visit the Library? And what do you see?
I see oceans and seas of books plus a homeless man doing zzz’s..
He’d apparently been reading before, he fell deep asleep.
He can stay there, they say, as long as he doesn’t lie down to sleep.
Sitting up is OK and of course, as long as he doesn’t create a scene.

He’s kind and gracious and a little strange but can debate any role
When he walked over, we had a talk about the devil verses mind control.
Without asking, what he really wanted was someone to buy him lunch.
There’s a McDonalds two doors down from where we were bunched.
I don’t know what I expected when he woke up and looked around.

But when I asked if he was homeless he wasn’t fazed at all.
Yes, I have been for a while, he said, but my boat will soon come in.
And I realized the library is a warm, safe place to relax and to be.
And the librarians seem content to just let him be.
In the end, I was sorry I couldn’t buy him that lunch.

But recently, my abilities to do so had become a little stretched.
I used to buy the books I read… now the library is more my taste.
I just hope if it comes to that… he’ll graciously share this place.
The library even has computers from where you could write.
And the people there are varied and really rather kind.

I’m on the edge but whole family’s once prosperous are already there.
Cheap hotel rooms in even cheaper hotels, once skirted are full.
The jobs don’t pay for anything more. They are: Bitter, Disgruntled, Lost.
Needed are better and more jobs to re-establish the American Dream.
To give them some hope so they can go back there again…
And don’t just act toward them… like they’re your library man…
Give them back their American Dream as best you can.

Voice of Reason Contest


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Can't Happen Here

Some Storks and Froggies
Decided to play
One night by the light of the moon

But the tail of their game
Was much too profane
And besides 
It ended too soon

It’s for your best
Storks would say
Please see things our way
Just trust us
And you will do well

But the rules they rewrote
And the frogs lost the vote
And with frog
Stork bellies did swell


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A Call to Action

Queasy anxiety, a fearful edginess of dread,
an old and omnipresent sense of doom
taint the times that random opportunity affords
to slip convention's chains, to openly proclaim
a saner point of view, a logical rejection
of muddy, inane thinking, of tradition-bound
adherence to stupidity's insistent songs
that perpetuate a myriad of wrongs.
Let there be no turning back; face the fears, be the change --
for diversity, humanity, acceptance, brotherhood,
and love.  Explain, support, convince.  Break the silence:
come out, come out, whoever and wherever you may be!


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The Miracle

Lift the wailing wood
Hammer the tortured nails
Place the ghostly steps
Below the battered rails

Invite those crazy strangers
Dressed in stranger clothes
Join the mighty miracle 
Ready to unfold

Building a stairway 
In the desert
Aimed toward the pure and honest sky
Building a stairway
In the desert
Going to rise for miles
And miles 

Leave this evil town
Where scorpions share your bed
Guilty snakes make a home
Deep inside your head

The bleeding sun
Burns your feet
Hangmen joke
Beggars weep

Buried bodies
Cry for help
Undertakers
Steal your wealth

Building a stairway 
In the desert
Aimed toward the pure and honest sky
Building a stairway
In the desert
Going to rise for miles
And miles 

We’re laughing and      					
We’re dancing				 	
In the desert				
Dancing in the desert			
Of our lives				

Can’t you see?
We’re dancing in the desert
Dancing in the desert 
Of our lives

Feel so free				
Dancing in the desert				
Dancing in the desert 			 		
Of our lives				

Free….so free
In the desert
Dancing in the desert
Of our lives

Lift the wailing wood
Hammer the tortured nails


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Man's Corruption God's Redemption

Man's Corruption...  God's Redemption!

The Bible speaks of man's sin and corruption.
That's why God has offered us, his redemption!

The heart is desperately wicked above all things.
There's an evil corruption that sin brings!

The Lord searches our heart and tests our ways.
He watches our lives, all of our days!

There's nothing good in ourselves.
Not now, or ever!
Without God's mercy...
We're doomed forever!

But, through Christ, there's a way and a plan!
He made this available to every woman and man!

His gift of salvation is a message of love, made clear!
The coming of Jesus Christ,
 draws ever so near!

We can trade our sinful corruption, 
for a new way of living!
Won't you come before the Lord,
with a heart of giving?

Giving our life to Jesus,
 is the best thing to do!
By his power and grace, you can be
made BRAND NEW!

I'm thankful for his salvation! 
 Mercy has been applied!
Because of Christ' death on the cross…
I'm now sanctified!

By Jim Pemberton   


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Why Do We Preach Tolerance and Love


Tolerance and love is preached…  But,  at what price?
Too often we forget about Jesus’ sacrifice!

His death was because our sin counted against us.
He died on the cross because he truly loves us!

How dare we “cheapen” his work on the cross!
In today’s “political correctness..”  We have lost!

In the love and acceptance, we call it “inclusion.”
This has led many into a serious “confusion.”

Many want the loving side of God.  I can’t blame them!
But those who seek his holiness…  
Can you name them?

God is a God of love.  But he requires holy living too!
This is not a request but a command 
me and you!

If it’s tolerance and love you want…  Look no more!
You’ll be able to find it washed up on sin’s shore!

The people of Israel wanted “free love.” 
 Look what it got them!
Being slaves and captives, is what
 it taught them!

God is a loving God but is also as a consuming fire!
Living a righteous life is what he really desires!

“Without holiness…  No man shall see him.”
That’s why he sent Jesus, to the world beneath him!

Won’t you allow your sins to be totally forgiven?
Only Jesus can change the way
 you’ve been livin’!

He gives eternal life to those who
 diligently seek him!
The choice is yours to repent and receive him!

By Jim Pemberton    


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Haikus to Iran

In Iran they march
"Where" they ask "is my vote gone?"
Answered by truncheon

God, Allah, they call
In His name, holy, oppress
Gods weakest children

Other news shall show
Western television screens
But we wont forget

Hundreds dead now
We only know one name, one face
A prayer for them say


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The War Confessions

There’s a fury on the waves
A madness taking place
Fueled by the blood
Of weary wage slaves

And they taught us how to hate
In a hi tech kind of way 
Made us meat puppets 
For the wars they wage

In a playground, running round
In a playground, being clowns
Weren’t we once kids
Just kicking a ball?
Laughing ‘bout everything
Nothing at all

In a playground, ‘neath the sun
In a playground, having fun
Weren’t we once kids
Thought war is a game?
Fall over dead
And jump up again

(Hey, hey, what do you want to say?}

Don’t want to lose my legs
In defense of larceny
The banksters stealing billions 
From the national Treasury

Don’t want to take a bullet 
Left coughing up blood
For your right to a lap dance
At some faraway club

Don’t want to suck my meals
Through a thin feeding tube
On behalf of profiteers 
Dealing addicts their crude

Don’t want to wheeze harshly
Hooked to a machine
In the service of ingrates 
And all that’s obscene

Don’t want to suffer flashbacks
Those nightmarish screams
While billionaires lullaby 
To private jet dreams

Nobody’s tool, nobody’s fool.
NO!!!!

In a world so long ago
In a world we used to know
Weren’t we once kids?
Who sang funny songs
No thoughts of torture 
Phosphorous bombs

In a world so long ago
In a world we used to know
Weren’t we once kids?
Who rode on our bikes
Vampires scared us
Not nuclear strikes

(Hey, hey, what do you want to say?)

There’s a fury on the waves
A madness taking place
Fueled by the blood
Of weary wage slaves

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And it ‘s time to stop
This lunatic war

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And it’s time to stop 
This murderous war

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And It’s time to  stop
This sickening war

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And it’s time to stop 
This bloody awful war

Let’s bring back our playground 
Stop this war
Let’s restore our playground 
Stop this war…

Yes, it’s time 
(yes it’s time)

Time to STOP THIS WAR!






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The Women



The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)



Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.



They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.



You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.



You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.



You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.



Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.



I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.



I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.


I salute you!



(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)






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What Does Marriage Mean to YOU

What Does Marriage Mean to YOU?

What all hear various definitions
 of what marriage means.
Not realizing the consequences
 this often brings!

There’s often a lack of commitment and faithfulness.
Many still looking for a true source of happiness!

This institution, that God set up as a husband and wife.
Needs to have his spirit,
 to guide our life!

It’s no wonder why, there’s many falling apart!
It’s causing heartache and many broken hearts!

No court in the land can wash away sin’s dark stain.
When adultery happens, things aren’t the same!

May we all seek to ask God
 to strengthen our home!
He’s there to help us!
 When we feel all alone!

We need the blood of Jesus to daily cleanse us!
He wants to do this!  Because he loves us!

Jesus remains committed, faithful and strong!
His word will teach us what’s right and wrong!

May we seek HIS guidance and council!
You’ll find, that he is always most helpful!

Please Jesus… Heal the broken families
 across this nation!
For only you can provide
 a much needed foundation!

By Jim Pemberton  


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Living Out Loud

A good portion of the nation is living out loud

involuntarily, because of invasion of privacy,

Inquisitions prompted by religious affliliations

and racial discriminations,

Private living has become obsolete,

obliterated by accusations, and curiosities,

The American Dream no longer holds the 

same meaning for everyone,

Foreigners' lives are plastered on every news edition,

from the products they use, to the foods they eat,

Quiet lives are no longer discreet,

such indignities and inhumane treatments have become

the norm, because spies come in all sizes, shapes and forms,

When will all the mistrust and circumspection end?

Remember, Terrrorists don't lay down roots and pretend to

be friends........,

They are only committed to appearances and ends.




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Political Correctness Brings Spiritual Weakness

Political Correctness Brings Weakness!

In our country’s pursuit of “political correctness…”
We’re not in a position of strength…  But weakness!
It’s like you can’t hardly say anything anymore…
And you find yourself outside the courtroom’s door!
We may think we’re strong…   But we’re weakened!
You may ask; “how could all of this happen???”

We’ve attempted to replace God with a “new morality.”
This has brought a new generation of “moral depravity.”
We bend our laws to what is called; “constitutional.”
And forget about what is truth!  And what is biblical!
Even the ten commandments are often ridiculed and scorned.
As a great rise of ungodly living has been formed!
A tide of sexual perversion is what has taken place!
Bringing into my homes, much heartache and disgrace!

God’s truth is often “thrown out,” and avoided!
While a “new kind of living” has often been decided!
We need YOU Jesus!  Now!  More than ever before!
Our sins, on the old rugged cross, is what he bore!
Jesus is the answer to our problems!  He is the solution!
His blood can take away all of the sinful pollution!
Please dear lord, touch and convict us with your power!
Please heal this nation!  We need YOU this hour!

By Jim Pemberton   09/30/13





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Why Not Pot ~ =_?

All my friends really love their pot
You ask them why, they say why not
They sure do laugh and giggle a lot
Worrying that they might get caught

"It never did kill anyone", says Scott
Points to his head, thumb half cocked
Yells out "BANG" and does a flop
Gets back up and eats a Tater Tot

They go into panic whenever there's a cop
Hide their bag of weed and pipe in their sock
Go over their story's in case their stopped
Possession charges are hard to get dropped

Legalization would really rock
All the other States would begin to talk
Smoking pot shouldn't equal a cell block
Let the real criminals caught, sit and rot

Alaska legalized it, have you forgot?
It didn't cause a problems at Woodstock
I think we ought to give it a shot
Food for thought people, remember Scott?


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THE LAND OF THE FREE

Look around you;
Is what you see is true.
America my home,
It is 310,452,000 so we’re not alone
The land of the free. 
I thank God, for everything you’ve been so good to me. 
No other place in this world but in this land. 
Can you start with an empty hand, 
And from nothing become something.
Live life to the fullest each and every day. 
We use come together and pray.
From the rolling hills, and dirty streets, and windswept plains
I am strong, I am proud, I am weak, I am vain,
For the many who strive to hear the sound of opportunity but cannot.
Let my pen be your voice so that should say a lot
The icons of our fast-food world - French fries, hamburgers and cokes.
This might fill our belly’s but does this give us hope.
In the summer heat there is laughter of children in chlorine-blue city pools.
These same children in our future will be our leaders, so now what will do. 
There is suffering of the lonely, of the hungry, of the dreamless who live without hope.
Just keep having faith and believe than just maybe together as America we can cope.






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Morals Morality and Ethical Direction


Morals, Morality and Ethical Direction… We often hear of morals, morality and ethical direction. What they mean, I suppose, is “one’s discretion.” Very seldom, is anything from the Bible being heard. Why obey God’s commandments? Why, that’s absurd! Many claim, that as adults, just about anything is “o.k.” As long as you don’t do what they do, but what they say! Many are “bombarded” with sexual type of temptations… Often leading many to get into perverse addictions! We set up boards of people to try to be “ethically clean.” When it comes down to it… What does this really mean? Can a person be totally immoral, but 100% ethical?’ Does this, in some way, seem kind of “heretical?” Why believe in God? He’s been ruled “unconstitutional.” While many listen to the news, which is often “delusional!” We hear of perversions, that are often “glorified.” Do we hear of those wanting to be Godly sanctified? If you’re confused, and need some kind of spiritual guide! Look to God’s word! He has nothing to hide! The kind of morality and ethics that you’ll ever need… Can be found in the Bible! Open it and read! Why not read from Genesis through Revelation? We can all find what we need! Across our nation! God and his word give us a true moral compass for living! His life for our own lives, is what he’s freely giving! Won’t you come to Jesus for godly direction today? He is here! And wants to help you find HIS way! By Jim Pemberton


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Self Inflicted

Moral Standards, self respect, a sense of peace
In a struggling world, trust and honesty expected, received
Family time, Sunday worship, where did it go
Changing world, liberal views, Standards removed
Political correctness, allow the changes, just accept it
Society weakened, sinking slowly, watch it crumble 
Even the heroes are villains, chaotic thoughts
The world we knew can rest in peace, six white horses
Allowed to die by the people, for the people
No No No Not destroyed by progress
The cause of death being self inflicted.


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WE ARE INDEPENDENCE!

We are Tausug Nation
Defending independence
Free from the enemies
Stood not to get oppressed

Our Nation ruled
Of the country’s independence
Never conquered from then
We shall develop our land

Our country, nation is known
Home of courageous person
Bound only in one faith
Never care of the death

Tumantangis, Dahu peaks of our land
To Bagsak, Sinumaan
And to all the mountains here
Only one God is aimed

Zamboanga, Basilan, North Borneo, Palawan
Centre is in Sulu land
Ruled by the Sultan
From the early point of time

Our nation is united
In the name of faith is complete
Only God is firm
Determined not to get conquered

Land of the pearl garden
Sulu Sea in the world is famous
From the South and North
And East and West

Blood of Martyrs flowed in the vein of the Sug Nation
Fought to defend
Flag rose like Vinta strip
Eternal pledge appeared


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Untitled-Free Thoughts-Rap

Oh well here I go again, 
wishin for a dream that I could be wrapped in, 
entrapped in, 
torn away from addiction, 
destroy the tele… 
vision they strive to force upon you, 
its all false but you know I’m true. 
They will not protect you when you scream your broken cries, 
they are merely evil faces of masked men behind illuminati eyes 
with which they hypnotize, 
brainwash you with their lies. 
I've got those deep thoughts pouring in, 
all the roads I've traveled down
conditions I have traveled in 
here in my pretty town, 
the 910 deserves a crown. 
East Coast I'm representing, 
I promise you I am not venting. 
High on that purple haze, 
And still haven't slept for days, 
excuse these bloodshot eyes
with a krispy kreme glaze, 
some will try to say its just a silly phase...
My mind is so graphic, 
use words like special tactics, 
unmistakable like D'Jango, 
or a peace signs' angle, 
destroy the crave for war and struggle, 
no need to explain all the trouble, 
with places burstin’ into rubble, 
Rebel! Rebel! We’ll show ‘em hell! 
I’ll be fightin’ when I'm dead, 
kick and scream till my blood is shed, 
let authorities know the message will be spread! 
Put on a show with a little bit of passion 
or the bad things will continue to happen.
Get the love through your head, 
all this hatred should be dead, 
what I'm saying must be said, 
before the gauge goes into red. 
With vocabulary this brilliant makes a female more vigilant, 
like brothers boston what I speak 
my words alone will make you weak, make you faint, 
Like blood spilled by hands of a vigilante saint, 
trust me lifes too short,
you dont have the time my young cohort, 
wait until your words make an enemy
cause their threatened by the uncertainty 
that you will make it this far 
make a point unlike this war
next thing you know you see ‘em sweat
words fresh like paint drippin with purpose, 
makin ‘em wet.  
I finger paint a master piece with a just simple rhyme, 
just don't pull your piece on me just let me speak, my mind, 
while I unwind, rewind all this blasphemy, 
continential catastrophe, 
I may have to beg and plead so that my boys can rest in peace 
sorry for the interruption, 
don’t blame me for the corruption, 
for now I'll put my words at ease, 
hope you told someone you loved them today and that it wasn't a white lie, 
just a tease.

04.27.2013


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THE HYPOCRITICAL CORE I




        ********

Is a double standard
   Sense of Judgment
          --------
        The....
Hippocratic Core say's:
       What ever
    Happened to
It was really nothing
          - And -
Don't worry about it!

            Poet Author
            Gary Fields




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There's A Web of Temptation And Sin

There’s a Web of Temptation and Sin!

There’s a web of temptation and a lot of sin…
That brings slavery and a strong bondage within!

Throughout this land, there’s an evil surge!
While many lives, seem to be getting “submerged!”

Being submerged, into a life, that many believe in.
They become perverted, but want all to receive them!

The “love and acceptance,”
 that many desire.
Puts them on a tightrope!  A very thin wire!

As the web of temptation and sin begin to grow.
It brings a bondage that damages the soul!

They may want to have “love and acceptance.”
But in their hearts, needs to be a godly repentance!

May the holiness of a righteous God be stirred!
That all will come back, to the truth of his word!

His son Jesus, came to the cross! He bled and died!
That through him, our lives can be totally sanctified!

Only the power of God, can bring a needed restoration!
He gives to one and all… 
 A heavenly invitation!

Whosoever will… Come now!  And accept him!
Won’t you take the time, to really know him?

Don’t allow the web of life to destroy 
and overcome you!
Come to Jesus now!  He really does
 LOVE YOU!

By Jim Pemberton


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Americans For Fair Elections

Americans For Fair Elections

Who is it now that pays the way,
Of politicians gone astray,
And who now will pave the way,
For that which they were paid,

We are Americans who stand true and proud,
Witnessing incredible devastations,
So we shout our mantra strong and proud,
We are 'Americans For Fair Elections'!

One contribution from those who vote you in,
Is all a candidate should be able to get.
To fund a political race to represent,
America for the people within their District,

People who no longer have a voice,
People now easily disregarded,
Who now find they have less of a choice,
Than when this democracy started,

No more party or government matching fund,
No special interest groups or big business,
All lobbying our district reps one by one,
And deciding who will lead our districts 

These contributions have stolen our choices,
And all that we Americans hold most sacred,
These powers have now stolen our voices,
And our democracy now sits degraded,

We 'Americans For True Representation',
Now must take action and take back the reins,
We 'Americans For Fair Elections'
Must now rid ourselves of these stains,

And with the help of our fellow Americans,
We shall return the power to the people,
With every one of us taking a stance,
For together we are indeed powerful,

Through calls, letters, and petitions,
Once again we will make our voices heard,
Offering no retreat and no concessions,
We remain staunch and true to our word,

So be warned you who stand in our way,
For we will remember those with questions,
And those who will stand with us this day,
As 'Americans For Fair Elections'

Please visit 'Americans For Fair Elections' dot com,
And help us to pass the word of this movement on,
Or forward this poem penned by My Gull Wheels On,
a.k.a. Michael Wilson, Your fellow American!


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LET US NEVER FORGET

Social injustice and economic inequality 
have always been practiced in our Nation's working industry
Irish need not apply, Hispanics we don't want your kind
and Blacks don't even show your face
this was the typical response to ethnic minorities in America's workplace

nepotism and favoritism were the norm and status quo
as it was not about your knowledge or skill but about who you know
let us never forget the unions and labor laws which evened the playing field
for if it was left up to corporate America economic inequality would never yield

Racism, discrimination and segregation on our Nation's history is a blight
and in spite of all the civil rights laws we still have to fight
for a measure of equal opportunity 
for some respect and a little dignity

let us never forget the Rev. Dr. King Jr., Medgar Evers, Cesar Chavez and Rosa Parks
those who stood up against injustice by igniting a socially conscious spark
they did not back down, they would not back off, they took a moral stance
so that every single human being in this country could have an equal chance

We hold these truths to be self-evident that all citizens shall be treated the same
regardless of race, color, age, gender or how we pronounce your name
and as we celebrate Black History Month let us never forget those who led the fight
in the struggle for social justice, economic equality and basic human rights


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A Costly Mistake

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


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I pledge allegiance

Counterfeit in politics a prerequisite
For sale by owner, got cash, you can buy
Their influence
God Bless America and all the Capitalists
Starting vanity wars, to the public's pleasing
Forget humanity, we don't need a good reason
You've got a resource, we'll exploit
And criminalize all you endorse
Comply or die, our foreign policy
Ain't about you..it's about me!
The American dream..
Forget about your culture 
Cause it's about to get raped
Your new God's the dollar
Won't assimilate?
You just took your last breath
Suckers thinking about escape
The hypocrisy of democracy
Disguised with the mask of liberty
Cause ain't nobody here truly free
The only saving grace
Of infiltration to western waste
Is absolute power corrupts absolutely
Even residents of an establishment
For the people by the people
Have become blase
Sitting and thinking about
What would our forefathers have to say?


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If your not the part of the solution your the part of the problem

I’m from the hood where the politicians don’t do squat for the poor/  
I represent the modern day Black man/ 
The Black educated politician and activist that care about only one Damn 
thing when the stuff hit the fan! 
“They Damn Self!” 
It’s like a wise man once said “Never let the left hand know what the right 
hand do” meaning keep all of the right hands right and all of the left hands 
left/ 
Ever since then the tradition has been eating off the next mans death/ 
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder whether I should go buy 
books or go buy a T.V,/Then again I wonder what’s wrong with these rap artists calling us
window 
shoppers like we nothing!  
Then them same rap artist turn around and beg us to go buy they C.D/ 
“Buy Black Owned!!” 
“Keep the Money in the Hood!” 
That’s all you hear/ 
We tried and it went/ 
Now at the same time I’m behind in my rent/ 
I hate the usage of the word Negroes! 
But when I look at these new condos being built all around Harlem/ 
I realize Negroes got a problem/ The rent not affordable/  
They go do what they wanna do/ just to get Negroes out of Harlem/ 
What happened to all the great MALCOLMS, MARTINS, and MARCUS/ 
Cause all we got now is a bunch of fake FARRAKHANS, SHARPTONS 
and BARRAKAS!/ nah just kidding!Hopefully not my last hope BARAK 
OBAMA! But I wonder when it’s all go stop!/ 
Cause when I look at my peoples now a days/ 
All I see is  
“I see DISASTER!! 
And realize “Yeah we still SLAVES”/ 
But the sad part is 
WE THE MASTER!!     (“let’s stop enslaving our selves”)  
By Lester Marrow


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" Bahama Nation"

A nation of peace,a nation of pride
A nation that's spread far and wide.
A nation of hope,a nation of joy,
Thats free for all, man,women ,girl and boy.

A nation to give,a nation to take
A nation filled with reggae,socca,calypso and rake and scrape.
A nation of colors; black,gold,aqua....sometimes called blue
can be seen everywhere above land and under sea too.

A nation of democracy and old english style,but things  sure have changed if you
look up our file.
From outside rock stoves,to TV,radio,computers and wi-fi connectivity.........
I'd say that a long way from July 10 1973.

An nation filled with hospitality,love and history,
Arawaks,Caribs and American Indians are the basis of our nationality.
A nation where Tourism is number one, because of the Bounty of sand sea and sun.

Yes,a nation of Youth,sports ,culture,uniqueness and island fashion trends,
Like native Androsia our own local blend......and straw work and junkanoo,the list has no end.
This nation of beauty,splendor and self defense ;yes its celebarting its own INDEPENDENCE.


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Sesizlik

Ya simdi
Inanilmazi  
Yasamak varmis 
Vatanini  koruyan
Ordusunun komutani
Teroriste olurmus

Ya simdi
Yeni  kurallar ve karanlik  gelecekler
Agzina bir parmak bal mi caldilar
Yarana biber mi  bastilar
 Acma agzini  karsiysan  da be kulum
Cezasi buyuktur  yigitligin agritir basin
 
 
Ya simdi
Gune baska bakan
Silivrinin  yolcusu
Bekler yillarini
Yarginin  sonucunu
Eskiden  meshurdu yogurdu


Ya simdi
Kim kaldi  
Demokrasi oturkenini
Donusturecek tilsim
Sadece  isiitigim
Sessizlik  sessizlik


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IS TIME KILLING US

So much is happening. 
Time is flying like the speed of lightning. 
We know where it will end and still we just go on and pretend. 
Where are we going what do we have to gain. 
This rushing is not exciting it's more like one big pain.
I really feel sorry for the world so much so that I could cry.
But then I ask myself why? 
The world is constantly turning but people aren't learning. 
If when we do learn are we taking heed and yearning?
I like peace and love, that's what life should be about. 
I rather put the pen to the paper then to scream and shout.
There's fighting everywhere like it is a rebellion.
But is it a revolution whatever happened to the good ole American institution. 
So in our cities and communities what can be done? 
Or do we still live by the gun.
Racial walls between people must be torn to the ground 
In the bible answers can be found and then love will abound 
Since 9/11 is terror now the name of the game? 
Who should we fear if we know the Lord’s name. (JESUS)
Or you can sit and wait for the bomb to fall. 
And you'll be part of what killed us all. 

If God brings it to you- God will bring you through it.   Kings 8:24


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Seize The Reins

Power,
Just seize the reins,
Impose your agenda,
Tighten your grip on the masses,
Control.


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Spirituals and Drums

My ancestors walking in the night
using oil lights and moonlight for guides
while being instructed to Wade in the Water
to camouflage their scents like disguise

The Sweet Chariot awaited 
so they could ride away
Harriet was a soldier
and it wasn't an option to be caught during the day
That's the same mentality Nat Turner had when he sang
Steal Away

They would follow the drinking gourd
so all were in accord to go north
The Gospel Train was coming
and at the end of the journey
was a fine reward
Freedom was coming
and it was a long time coming and
they walked until they heard freedom bells ringing
and I still hear their tired footsteps running

Thinking of My Darling Nelly Gray
Stolen from my arms a random September day
and eliminated our chances to run away together
No family ties, no love, no strength says the oppressor

Then I hear the drums beat in the darkness
giving me the hope of finally being free
Maybe I'll follow them this time on faith
on bended knee
There must be a place for me among the light
of this darkness
Among oppression, thieves, evil-doers
no thought on their conscience

Thank goodness for the safe houses that
supported our traveled distances
and for the conductors who bore witnesses
and may God have mercy on the souls who
were against this
and on those who chose to forget this sh@!

I still hear crying in quilts of safety 
because I know that the burden was heavy
to be at the mercy of nature and patrol men
catching run-away slaves for money
Some did it bare feet with freedom ahead of this
loved induced journey and they made it
So all that bull about how your life is hard
just stuff it in an envelope and save it



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Jobless

You are now an outsider
No longer part of the mechanism
Not needed, surplus to requirement, redundant
Your mind slowly blunting at the bottom of the bottom drawer of life

The eyes of others betray derision and contempt
Fearful of catching your disease
Keeping a distance, loathing your weakness and inability
A moment of pseudo sympathy and they’re gone, you’re of no further use to them   

Every rejection is an undeniable confirmation of your failure
Affirmation is everywhere; you just never saw it before now
Self-confidence, ground down with every counter-opinion to yours
Your worth is worthless and your prospects worth less than that

Pride declines charity yet you wish they’d persist
Dismissal and a cynical laugh is your antidote to their wise advice
Don’t you think I have thought of that? Or tried this? You say
Embarrassment at your own ineptitude has become hostility

Your child's face is a gallery of unconscious naivety
You draw her in close, a surrogate for decent food and warmth
Inwardly you cry for her and, perhaps, more for you at your inability to provide
You’re not sure how or when it will end but certainly...it will end

Slowly, yet quite perceptibly, you have become the person you once scorned
You now comprehend the reason for their shabby appearance 
You realise that hesitance isn’t stupidity but a fear of making a wrong impression
You can now walk a mile in another man’s shoes…until they wear out


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Day Servants -- Servientas Diarias

Las mujeres que cruzan el rio cada dia
forman una linea larga para la migra.
Muestran sus permisos -- tarjetas locales --
y vacian los contenidos de sus bolsas.
Cuando las preguntan sus destinos,
contestan con las frases que han ensayado:
quiero comprar pollo en especial,
o desea mi hijo zapatos tenis de Wal-Mart --
mientras sus patronas del dia acechan,
a prudente distancia, en sus camionetas guayin,
con los motores en marcha.  
Estan fumando impacientemente.
Otro Winston? 


(For translation, see "About This Poem")


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Senate acrostic

Senate and the House of representatives make up congress.
Exactly so why is one more important than other for progress.
Now fight divided, seems like a game of chess.
All were elected by the people, this we must express.
Tell them to fight for the people, big business suppress.
Embrace, oath they took, procure and acquiesce.


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Tomorrow is Ours



Tomorrow is Ours.


Suffocating beneath the weight of historical fear,
asphyxiated by the legacy of traumatised yesteryear,

the festering wounds of enslavement still remain,
juggling euphemisms in a crisp sound-bitten refrain,

spewing out neo-liberal economic charades,
doling out charity in strips of plastic band-aids,

but,

tomorrow shall be ours,

casting away subservient mind-sets that shackle,
no longer the weakened prey of the insatiable jackal,

tomorrow shall be ours,

we shall reclaim our plundered mindspaces,
we shall shed our chains, leaving behind the traces,

of past injustice, of the hurt and pain of our ancestors' sorrows,

we are here, now, alive with hope,


we shall rightfully claim our own tomorrows.





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POLITICALLY CORRECT, MORALLY INEPT

America the beautiful, home of the brave,
One Nation under God, marked upon their graves,
Our founding fathers built this land,
“In God We Trust,”  they made their stand.

A nation built with strong convictions,
Free from British Rule,
“I Pledge Allegiance To The Flag,”
Was said in all our schools.

There was a time when we would pray,
After each and every meal,
Cite the Ten Commandments,
Let The Master do His Will!

“HONOR THY FATHER AND MOTHER,
THAT THY DAYS BE LONG AND STRONG,
LOVE THY NEIGHBOR AS YE LOVE THYSELF,”
Is sung within our songs.

A New Light shines upon us,
A Fire from down below,
Satan is spreading his political views,
Erasing all that we’ve come to know.

The prayers that once were said in schools,
Became “A Moment of Silence,”
The paddling we received from the Principal’s rule,
Has been replaced by murder and violence.

“SPARE THE ROD AND SPOIL THE CHILD,”
Is Exactly what we have done,
Children running amuck and wild,
Shooting parents with their guns.

The Special Day we celebrate, each and every year,
The day in which  our Savior was born, filled with joy and cheer,
Has become a day of infamy, a name we must not say,
Merry Christmas has been replaced, by Happy Holidays…


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Occupy

Student's find their voice All the people must be heard Time to make a choice


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Observer

A serpent underneath blue sky,
in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor,
venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water,
misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door..
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
after all.


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ODE TO MRS OBAMA

Our first image of a gorgeous black Aphrodite
To inhabit the halls of power with charm,
Mrs. Obama moves over the sacred fields deftly
Reclaiming the realm with femininine form.
Sensuously challenging those who dare deny
Her right to bare her bronze sun-kissed skin
As the queen in a staid pallid white world,
She assumes her role with no hint of giving in.

A worthy image of beauty to accompany a giant of a man,
Mrs. Obama came riding eastward her sword at her side.
She planned for an agenda about change most would scorn,
As a product of northern honing oil and heartland pride.
And she feared not the hard and awful destiny ahead
For a beautiful black woman in a loveless town;
As she brought her fashion for elegance and flair,
Allowing a gawking world to see her face was brown.

As a Capricorn, Mrs. O keeps her keen focus on success,
Never surrendering to impatience, doubt or hesitation.
Her aim is narrow and exact, skillfully chosen
And moored on a carefully thought out foundation.
So doing she has inspired black women to reach higher
And see themselves as lovely creatures of great worth,
Endowed by God to motivate, teach, feed and entertain,  
With her nurturing, an emerging color diverse earth.
 
 


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The ACORN squeals

The blowing pop under the wheel                                                                             Crunch a free meal seems to feel What a deal                                                                No work No bill rant just the New Squeal                                                                      The dull tumbling squirrels                                                                                          The whistle of no appeal                                                                                               Ah nuts! Road kill                                                                                                   ACORN


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The City And The State Of Play Today

THE CITY AND THE STATE OF PLAY TODAY

No one worries about morals today 
They follow the rules they create
So to them all is ok
Those on the outside looking in 
Are the only ones feeling queasy 
As avarice and selfishness triumphs
So easily 

Good corporate citizens they claim to be
Industry awards abound on their walls
As thank you tokens from themselves
Yet society harbours a lot of ill-will
As it feels the often brute force of 
The raid
 Grab 
And destroy mentality
Of people only wishing to make money 
Any which way 
While Using up all of society’s communal resources

Sharks abound
The waters are forever bloody as they 
Know no fraternity and would gladly 
Cannibalize anyone with no influence 
The ability to upend competitors
A cherished characteristic 
In a bullish machismo drenched environment 

Bullet proof psyches
Absorb and repel any pangs
About unfairness
Blocking any regulatory or chattering classes’
Attempt at nirvana and equality 
They employ better paid lobbyist 
So always have the upper hand 
In influencing policy 

The gravitational attraction of money 
Towards another even bigger pot of money 
Numbs any cautionary instinct
That would take a long term view 
The thrill of instant riches
Overpowers common sense 
And even decency 
Fat cats they all wish to be 

The slickness of glossy tongued lobbyist
Who spin wrongs till they become rights
Embolden oestrogen low males with no inbuilt brakes
To take risks that eventually cost them disgrace 
They are champions of graft not of society 

Loopholes in legislation
That were built in by too friendly politicians 
Coupled with ambiguous suits and claims
Cause far reaching hardship when the good old days are long gone 
The villains only muster some phantom national pride
 When begging for a lighter sentence 
Some are forgiven
Others fatally wounded by an unforgiving public

Lots of money can be made both legally and illegally
As one racket is closed another materialises instantly
The conveyor belt of dishonesty
Overwhelms bureaucracy 
Who is not David to the goliath that is money

The ethos is wealth
The acquisition and the maintaining of gains
Not often acquired through hard work
There is no limit of acceptable financial comfort
For the millionaire always wants to be a billionaire
And the mega rich super rich

Money must always be hidden from the taxman
Shareholders want tax free dividends
Investors want tax breaks for buying with other people’s money 
Infrastructure and new runways must be built 
But not from the pocket of those who wish it 

With their hands outstretched
And always wanting more and more
From a government too eager to please 
We have a tax system geared to the advantage of party donors
And non-domiciled moguls and tycoons
Who know no philanthropy unless it is tax efficient 

Disadvantaging society by  
Never paying their fair and moral share 
The largess they reap so selfishly
They wish not to share 
Wages are low
Taxes are nil
Only the investor wins as we pay his bills

Fast paced expansionist dogma
Is preached within city limits
Only the highest paid
The biggest company
The greatest profits
Are allowed 
They are held up as ideals that all who
Wish to succeed must follow
Gunslingers they all appear to be
Rushing in to capitalize on the wanton success of their peers
The cloud of misery left behind 
Is never seen for the look forward 
Never backward 
Hindsight is never welcomed in this parasitic environment 

The political will to weed out these reckless demons
Is lukewarm at best 
The revolving door of government creating opportunities
For industry and industry gratefully accepting politicians post government 
Ensures that self-interest is king 

An economy built on flawed assumptions of wealth creation
Is one that must forever be in hyper-drive
Creating ever expanding demand and supply 
That is as real as a thief’s conscience 
When taking the rings off a dead persons fingers 

Money must always be made for 
There is no alternative 
Wealth is good
Poverty to them is laziness

The city is not the heart and soul
Of the nation
It is but one player in a system skewed in its favour
We all must share in the wealth of this country
To ensure its longevity  


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The here and now

Orwell and Alinski both saw the 
here and now.
Sal, he wrote a manual,
George wrote a story bout a 
farmer and some pigs,
That both forgot to milk the 
cow
One went door to door
The other went high brow
Both told us what would 
happen 
Both also told us how
It was "radical" in "1984"
It's factual right now


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Rat Race




Rat race, rat race,
All going to the same place,
Move faster and pay no mind,
Their games keep mankind blind,
Another number for the rich,
Someday when were in their ditch,

Rights, fights,
Gave them away for ravenous appetites,
Illusions and delusions
I pled guilty to sinister pollution,
Frustration comes 
As humanity goes numb

Rat race, rat race,
Inevitable landslide
Full of pride
Everyone’s lied,
Morality has died,
With arms open wide

America the Great
Like prey, they just wait
Bow down to your money
Make love to your greed
While you feed your need
Vampires now lead.


By: Sabina Nicole
2-14-13


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This Union Means Jack

Twitching limply atop an Ulster lamppost
Like a hung man, legs kicking in spasm at the last seconds of life
Its bigoted purpose now spent and now abandoned to the elements
No longer recognisable as the flag of union, a rag, a disgrace

Its fate summarises the fall of a culture that once honoured it
A proud nation of proud men, of starched collars and stiff upper lip
Colonially pink maps on schoolroom walls bore testament to empire
An empire won and lost when the map turned from pink to red
 
Up and at ’em lads! For King and country! Hold the banner high!  
Ypres and the Somme, regiments of the brave under one colour
The twitching curtains of multi-culture now fearful of the emblem
The emblem of abhorrence uncased by those not qualified to fly it

Patriotism, a narrow path parting pride from prejudice
Defined by a flag, one duplicitous fluttering cloth, a split personality
Now the badge of hooligan, xenophobe and pop diva
Courage now gone, bleached by sun, washed by rain…atop an Ulster lamp post


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Word Perception Poem 1: Aerumnous

Will no one or nothing
Relieve us of these pseudomen, these shadows
Who suck away prosperity
As leaves draw sunlight,
Leaving all the rest of us
Ashiver in the shade of their ill-gotten millions?

They roam their aerumnous way among us,
The tendrils of their green
Winding chaotically around everything
Until finally they strangle off themselves.
Then it's a cry to the overworked groundskeepers,
Of "Save Us! For we are too Great to be allowed to perish!"

Well, were it up to me,
There'd be some serious weeding going on,
Come Spring.


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you should not fear ROUNDELET

You should not fear,

though their brawls are so unyielding.

You should not fear,

though the deadline is very near.

Congress will raise the debt ceiling,

despite your skeptical feeling.

You should not fear.


**Roundelet contest (CORRECTED WITH NEW RULES)


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Bukowski

Was it said before? Sure.
Was it said this way? I doubt it.
Perspective is in no way obscure,
And his works are nothing without it.

His motivation’s observed in daily life,
Misery, not just some vague inspiration.
He begs for reason, some way to lessen strife;
His words reflect a resounding desperation.

There seems a need at times to clarify, 
But that’s allowed in his terms only;
So many thoughts seem somewhat ‘rarefied’,
Fed his fire, but made him lonely.

No ‘underachiever’, not just another fool,
But still seeking solace by the glass;
Tempering his stagger and his drool 
With just a bit of ‘kiss my ass.’ 

But, usually, genius ‘sots’ come to ground,
Lucid moments - on the square;
Their driving ‘bolts’ of genius, word or sound,
Only written because they dare.

Yes, you can feel the written “heart”,
But few of us can realize that sort of pain;
No isolated misery… of many lives a part,
Each begs an answer... “Who’ll stop the rain?”

Yes, he’s lived it, seen it, and told it well;
But Timing is the Master of one’s Fate.
Is the timing right?  Funny…only time will tell…
Will you will be a whining sot or dare to be great?

One success can be lucky, we’ve seen that before.
One book, one song, then quietly fade away.
But six novels later, we should know the score;
He must have had something to say.

So, at the perfect time, someone heard.
Someone who was “someone” took someone under wing.
And to those with interest and empathy, they sold his words;
Saying they “are genius” and with “ugly truth” they ring.

But did he create any redeeming changes or impacts?
Yes, what singular influence did all his artful whining bring?
None... just a relentless, repetitive diatribe of sad facts.
Oh, yes…..and a little “ching ching”.

Entered in the "Idiot or Genius" contest 27 March 2014

not so genius

 


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The Thin Color Line

I smell them, 
coming like a landfill 
racing against my success, 
a race with spaces 
divided by a thin color line
The world is printed like an aged Washington Post; 
quite a man he was, old George 
Nothing akin to Abraham, 
who knows, a man is just a man

Of the few that perched on the edge, 
some, their seats were taken when the three came
In September we break devil’s backbone
and cut the camel thorns; 
some were used for fuel, 
but one was allowed to flourish 
Near Ground Zero, a monument was erected 
echoing the sacrifices to Allah, 
because he begged for New York like Jerusalem, the unholy 

So, you see, my calamity is painted 
Deep within my roots 
are things that boil my blood 
and colored me for my judgment
While the races are numerous,
we forfeit the only we should run
We are HUMAN, we are of that race only
I’ve mentioned the “college” in prior times, 
how my journey was almost blurred; 
I was forced along a path directed by a thin color line, 
and ordered to run a race the God did not design



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The Newest Old Movement

We watched Frida Kahlo 
with our backs toward the rice fields
The monkey fits tightly to her breast, 
her right breast. A parrot 
on her left shoulder; two chatter-boxes that mimic
What if the wolves pull our wool over our eyes?

In lands where barbarians sacrifice youths for takings, the woman 
that speaks like a man wears the trousers in our houses
She muddled up many sharp wits, but not mine; 
I’ve seen the Adam’s apple
Why are we standing taller than our heroes, 
and what honor is a wheel-chair to a builder?

We‘ve seen Miss Kahlo these days, she believes she can 
paint a brighter picture. Her children are media fed, 
and far from initiative; they hunger to prove Marx’s theory, 
but are scared of the manifesto and the horror 
mushroomed by the monkey and the parrot on News at Ten
In George’s house, where some acquire the taste for caviar, 
a man is understood like Fidel if he argues for an amendment

When Frida went out for tea, and Donald considered running
From behind the white wall came the joke, and the four winds
were primed to laugh.  The monkey whispers lies to Sarah, 
and the parrot is frequent on the Oprah Show, 
Oprah, like Frida Kahlo, wears testes, 
not under corset but beneath Victoria Beckham


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Isigin Dusu-II

Senle ve sensiz bir hic
Yururum yolumda
Korkmadan yasamin
Senle sensiz bir hic

Bir dag yamacinda ucurum hayatim senle sensiz bir hic
Yasam dersem kabulum agit yakilmis sevdamiza
Hikayesi  umit olsa da  acsa  cicek olsa sevda yaylalarda
Senle sensiz bir hic  bilerim  tasinmaz yasanmaz  nefesimiz

Bir cicek sevda yaylada ruzgarla esen
Kosma  olumune  desem  kimse dinlemez  
Ruzgarlar  sallar eser gullu  basma  bedenini 
Saklar saclarini yazmali basortusu dantelli
Akar bir nehir  sevdayla senle ve sensiz hic
Bir  koca cinar  bolunmus toprak yarik yarim
Amansiz nehir  akar  bolunur  delinen kalbim 
Senle ve sensiz bir hic  canim sevdam
Cok  canlar  oldu telef gozyasi oldu tasti  irmak
Cok analar yakti agit  kan kirmizi  irmak

Cok kahpe planlar hoyratca  goz yumanlar
Cok aci  kahkahalar oyunu  sessizce  oynatanlar
Senle ve sensiz alkis tutanlar bir hic  utancim
Gelecegim senle sensiz 
Isigin dusu  umidim cocuklarim


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Down....(from a common man)

Don't tell me I won't like it...it's not for you to decide.
Don't tell me how to raise my children...we're doin' just fine.
Don't tell me not to worry about the economy.... you're not livin' back with mom.
Don't tell me not to agonize over the Gulf spill...well, I'll stop when I see one of THEM start!
Don't tell me the "Republicans" and the "Democrats".... it's all a smokescreen anyway.
Don't tell me terrorists are up to no good...I have a sneaky feeling neither are YOU!!
Don't tell me to feed the children of the world.... let's start with our own!
Don't tell me to save the planet..... from the window of your European S.U.V.
Don't tell me I'm wrong.... who made you right?

Don't tell me you're not keeping me down....and kindly take your foot off my neck!!!!


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Jesus My Life Is One HUGE Embarrassment


For many years... My life has been an embarrassment! Filled with hopelessness and discouragement! Many things I thought I had enjoyed... Have left in me... A large and empty void! Many nights, I would cry myself to sleep. Knowing the hole my life was in, was very, very deep. Then one day, I called out to God! I wasn’t sure if he’d listen! My family, my old church, I was now missin'. My family prayed for me for so many years. I often brought them embarrassment and tears. God... I tried everything else... I want to come back to you! I need you now Jesus! I really do! Please come into my heart, and cleanse me within! Set me free from all addictions and sin! I know that you will never let go of my hand. My whole life, on your word, I shall now stand. Only you can satisfy the emptiness in my soul! I am now complete, satisfied, and made whole! By Jim Pemberton


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For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

grand-fathers,
colleagues,
boyfriends,
husbands,
nephews,
brothers,
partners,
fathers,
uncles,

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


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The Ex-soldier

I happen upon a veteran, once,
An old man
With a four-sprang cane
And war tales
Stretched like China wall.
This event transpired in very recent past.
The man turned out to be pterodactyl
And flew away. 
I fell upon a boy, once,
A once child soldier,
A hero
Released
From youth and life.
Oh, how time has changed.
Men are taught to bicker,
Children are trained to fight. 


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My Kashmir Burns (Part 1)

I picture Kashmir through lightened KL. News of another massacre darkens my eyes
Winds are thirsty there. They continue to taste the young blood.
I groom myself with exquisite things,
Sipping ice tea in ac room, I comfort myself
And Kashmir burns. Kashmir set ablaze

I can smell the warm blood of beaten corpse
Where from winds bought this smell. Somewhere Karbala reborn.
Mosques are being slammed
There windows stoned. And the black boots leave their footprints on Mimber
Even God judges on evidence
There is one Imaam left now; he hides her daughters in his shadow
A blunt knife in his hands; soon he will sacrifice them to keep their innocence
Kashmir is burning. Kashmir is bleeding
And I write.

Army jeep chases the tracks. To find the associated bodies
They are alive now. Soon they will be dead
From Patan to Sopor, And in narrow passages of nostalgic downtown
Ghosts of curfew
Haunt the houses for young souls.

From the Kupwara cantonments, search lights chase emptiness
Nothing is left now. Search lights can’t see inside the graves
A boy there went missing for two days. His father starts digging his grave.
I put my earphones on and I close my eyes. I sleep
While my Kashmir is ablaze
“It’s me poor farmer’s son. Kupwara’s charm, I feel no pain”.
I see him so alive in my dreams.
He chants songs of Mahjoor from his burnt lips. My hands shiver. He has no finger nails.
I see his smoke tanned skin. Same as that of Khayam’s barbeques
He stands at a distance from me. I can still smell kerosene
“Tell my mother to let her heart become cold. Her heart will not bear my state.
Tell my mother to let her eyes become blind. Her eyes will not withstand my sight.”
I follow him towards his tortured body. He tells me to follow the spilled blood.
His blood has made its own Jhelum. I row on it. Until it gets lost in black boots
The story will turn into legend. I find his body no more.

On the streets silence prevails. Nobody has permission to wail.
Sisters are beatifying coffins while brothers look for stones.
For bullets there will be stones
Kashmir is ablaze. She is wailing in grotesque tones.
In Lal Ded hospital a new born cries: Father register me at cantonment then take me out
Death is recruiting in dozens at a time.
Tomorrow is curfew. Death has no curfew pass.
How they want to identity you. Becomes your identity
People burn up all you identity cards.


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Reflections: Intellectualism

To Dine, To Die;
Conversations spiral
While thunderous eyes
Grasp concepts to recycle.

Constant debt crisis
A political paradox
Grating social devices
Over the sorting of socks.

Pseudo-analysis
An endless groan
Argumental paralysis
The debate grants no throne.

Existentialism
Over a roast
Potatoes won't listen
To who talks the most.

"That point is so interesting"
The floor is open for chat
"What is real?" not a thing
"Meow" adds the cat.


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Why War

Why War
Who calls the shots?
Who has the power to take all we got?
Why is War their answer for all this insanity?
Is that really their answer 
For all Humanity?
RED BROWN YELLOW BLACK WHITE
These are the colors of creations might 
War is seductive to the ignorant and lost
Choosing violence no matter the cost
War is easy to understand
Never leading us to the promised land
War 
Why War?
Look to the Elite to settle the score
Bust down illusion 
Break down all barriers that separate all cultures
There shall be no war when we refuse to follow
Only to lead with LOVE and understanding

WAR 
WHY WAR?


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Holding The Sun

I grew up in a place I didn't want to be
Became someone that i knew i didn't want to be
Society grabbing me by the throat telling me to be me
But who are they to say that I should be what is not me?
Catastrophe shaking this world, leaving fault lines at the finish line
Scarred for what we have to look forward to
You can't put your soul on hold for all your past pretensions
Earthquakes changing the course of continuation
Throwing vibes from left and right
Hitting the pedal to ignite
What imperial dilemmas that arise from such despise
From what i know i'm just another reflection of disguise, who am i?
Those that float around with no worries in the world,
Don't care about the money, all they've got is what's gold
The people who kill, for power and respect
Dont realize what is out there is what's in the next step
And it's all in their head
We've got all of eternity
The tower of destruction that'll set us all free
Cause in the end we always find that there's another place to be;
physically or mentally.
People walking around with frowns carved into their faces
I wonder if theyll ever look up and see that they've been going places
All along, 
Giving up falling down through the cracks of the ground
They're at fault for all loss that was among their own soul
Oh, its a cold world
As it slowly turns, im watching the clock tick as i feel the room burn
And its funny, that people try to play the game of constant manipulation,
Repeated deification.
Thinking they were born alive, but really,
They were only born to die.
No not everyone lives under the sun these days
A lot of those that fear thy own will fall pale in the shade
Under a dead willow
How we all want the sun because it's here for a reason
We all expect it to invest in the seasons
The government work of treason,
Throwing ropes to pull it down
Making this place so much hotter than it was when underground
I can't stand to be bothered by the burn that it's put on my wrist
From slamming this door shut, we've got to put an end to this
We're destroying what's inside ourselves cause of things on all the shelves
Yet he destroys, and he breaks, so we build
They take the money, and we run it while they kill
Although it's kinda funny that the state depends on pills,
I'll hold the sun and run away from all that's real.


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colors of freedom

colors of freedom
remind us what wars have cost --
we must not forget


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O Big Brother Where Art Thou

Osiris watching from the sky

Satellite recon harvesting personal

data on you and I

Sending chills down the spine

In the name of national security

Big brother is listening on the line

Privacy eroded freedoms rights scorned

Electronic surveillance now the norm	

Everywhere you go Big brother knows

Everything you do Big Brother is watching you


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45th- BLANK

there are 2 blank cards
in the angel card deck so
today I'm "depressed"

for this to be the 
best country in the whole world
today it looks sad

just happy that I 
was a member of the age
of Aquarius

our best hour was 
revolution of 60's
created big change

now elephants rule
just capitalistic pigs
love hear themselves squeal



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Gobble Gobble

<                                           cobblestone streets where she strolls
                                             waiting looking  for her next clients
                                             lip stick skirt blouse boots she fluffs hair
                                             horn's blair people's stare all fair game
                                             waiting looking for her next clients
                                             dim lit streets she turns her head for another
                                             horn's blair people's stare all fair game
                                             liars cheaters she don't care
                                             waiting looking for her next clients
                                             lip stick skirt blouse boots she fluffs hair
                                             dim lit streets she  turns her head for another
                                             cobblestone streets where she strolls
                                             


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The Switch Up

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


~JSLambert


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WHAT PRICE SAFETY ?

how much is it worth to you to feel safe and secure?
how much would you spend? how much could you afford?
what is the monetary value that you would place on your life?
how much money would it take? how much would you sacrifice?
what price safety? what would be the cost?
what price safety? what would you spend to prevent the loss?

too frightened to get on the elevator in the building where you reside
don't know if you'll make it to your door before a thief is at your side
too scared to walk to your car alone in a public parking lot
don't know if you'll get the keys in the door before you're assaulted or shot
what price safety? how much money would you spend
just to have that feeling of security once again?

most every elected official in most every country in this world 
have their own taxpayer funded security detail
the celebrities, movie stars and TV personalities
have personal body guards and/ or private security
America has been on heightened alert since the Twin Towers did fall
the airports, the borders and Homeland Security are constantly on the ball
security has become one of the nation's fastest growing industries
and you can't go anywhere in this world without showing identity
so how much would you spend to remove from your life that spirit of fear?
how many dollars would it take to protect what you hold dear?

there're not enough police to go around to be in society's face
so security officers take up the slack and stand in their place
we've become the front line defenders that the community sees
to detect, protect and defend them and their property
retailers spend thousands of dollars just to secure their goods
from thieves, boosters, shoplifters and your garden variety hoods
the government be it federal, county, city or state
use security officers to keep the peace in abate
yet without benefit of weapons, no batons, no vests or guns
we hold to our positions and we get the job done
we alert the police, FDNY and the EMTs
at the first signs of violence, fire and any emergency
but we're at a disadvantage when it comes to getting paid
for we barely make what would be considered a livable wage
what price safety? what would it be worth to you
to give security officers what they are due?
what price safety? I ask you once more
what price would you pay just to feel secure?
WHAT PRICE SAFETY?


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Uncle Sam's Hokey Pokey -- shaped as his top hat

                                  


Uncle Sam's Hokey Pokey
                                 _______________________                                                
                                     l      l      l       l        l 
                                     ya' put your red flag in
                                                  ya'
                                      put your red flag out
                                                  ya'
                                       put your red flag in
                                               and ya'
                                       shake it all around.
                                       *           *          *
                                  ya' stop this hocus pocus
                              and we'll turn this thing around
                                end war's what it's all about!


Details | I do not know? | |

The Petty Posh-WahZee - Liberation and Ostentation



The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation


The Not-So Distant Past:

The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves,
their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags,
are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice.

They endured brutal Apartheid harassment, detentions without trial,
torture in the cells, and mental anguish when loved ones disappeared,
they left their homeland, to continue the struggle against racial bigotry,
while countless others fought the scourge of white-minority rule at home.

Nelson Mandela and many, many others, spent their lives imprisoned,
on islands of stone, and on islands of the cruellest torture, yet they stood,
never bowing, never scraping, they stood, firm for ideals for which they were prepared to die,

and many, many comrades did die, at the hands of the callous oppressor,
and many, many comrades perished in distant lands, torn from their homes,
while the struggle continued, for decades, soaked in blood, in tears, in pain.


The Present:

19 years have passed, since freedom was secured at the highest of prices,
delivering unto us, this present, a gift of emancipation from servitude,

a freedom to walk this land, head held high, no longer second-class citizens,
in the land of our ancestors, whose voices we hear and need to heed today.

I do not care much for fashion, Lewis-Fit-On and Sleeves unSt.-Moron,
yet the ostentation that I witness baffles even my unsophisticated palate,

our ancestors' plaintive whispers are being dismissed, left unheeded, as
we browse the aisles for more and more, always for more and yet more.

Asphyxiated by the excess of the Petty Posh-Wahzee, we find ourselves,
perched precariously on the edge, of a dissolution of all that is humane,

babies go hungry, wives are battered, our elders left in hospitals for hours,
I cringe as I scribble these words, perhaps too sanctimonious and preachy,

yet I know, deep in the marrow of my brittle bones, I know, I know, I know,
this tree of freedom planted by the nameless daughters and sons of Africa,

needs to be shielded, nurtured, protected from our very own baser impulses,
so that the precious tree of freedom, may bear the fruit that may feed us all,

for if not, then we are doomed, to tip over, and into the yawning abyss, we shall fall.








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AN ELEGY FOR ENGLAND recited

AN ELEGY FOR ENGLAND
Posturing politicians pursuing their
pompous persona,oblivious of the
obvious,contemptuous of the common
man,and common sense that therein abides.
Such bella-donnas,a deadly night-shade
in their braying bubble poisoned our 
enfranchisement,those hard won rights
we and our forefathers sweated blood,
tears & long years to achieve.
Without a glance or referendum obliterated
on the altar of ego,subsumed to the
domination of the bureaucratic oligarchy 
of Brussels.
O England,that once fair land,alas 
now forever laid bare.

Listen to me recite this structured prose elegy on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro


Details | Dodoitsu | |

2050

Rubble of a vanquished race People recoil from the truth Peace on earth goodwill to men We did not know how Hate became a way of life Vitriol running rampant Strike down the opposition Crucify the man Destruction by our own hand We gave away our freedom We did not lift up our voice No one left to blame
Bob Quigley Sept 16, 2011


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Book Launch

The generous seas do roam vividly,
And sacred words spoken earnestly.
People suffer and people go to war,
I just hope these words will go afar.

Yesterday I published a FREE book,
Indeed a feat of altruism, no crook!
I suffer in silence in every moment.
I have no money to publish a stunt.

I was just hoping for word-of-mouth
And email propagation as loudmouth.
Book is at: http://bookbooster.com/newage.htm
I accept feedback just at: percarus@hotmail.com

OFFICIALLY THE MOST ELOQUENT STORY TELLING POETRY BOOK EVER WRITTEN
-ALL NON FICTION- (This spiel typed in the spur of the moment - God Bless you)


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Baptized In Equality

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | ABC | |

Green People

I see green people
They tell me they come in peace 
But they are showing me the roots to all evil
I see green people
They try to disguise their intentions 
But their actions are so see through
I see green people
They are the true world leaders
There are no free actions or thoughts
You do or think what they want you to
I see green people
They manipulated all of our history
So if we were to find the truth
It doesn't matter because their is no proof
I see green people
As their head grow larger 
I continue to have distant dreams of me being considered a equal
I see green people
They told me to worship them or die
Close my eyes and look through the lies
Because without them 
There is no chance to walk among the Gods
I see green people 
And there is no doubt about it
They truly show me the roots to all evil





Details | Blank verse | |

Biting my Tongue Again

My tongue
has no more blood; 
no tissue to slide through my teeth.

I have bitten my tongue
so long
my message deflates beneath.


©  2011  ~JSLambert Esquire


Details | Free verse | |

They

They pronounce to me there is but no ordinary
Then how is it that being dissimilar achievable?
They notify me everyone is diverse
Then is it that being diverse to be ordinary?

They advise to me there is no flawlessness 
But is perfection attainable?
They inform me it is once you do everything acceptably 
So what happens when everything is accepted inaccurately?

They tell me an assortment of things
They inquire about my thoughts
But I have learned time after time to declare to ‘them’:
I want to be the me I once sought


Details | Alliteration | |

Work Aint Honest But It Pays The Bills

They say when life throws you lemons, make lemonade. Well the niggas i know work and its not honest, but it pays the bills in the words of badu because she gone tell you the truth and ima give you the scoop on a livin troop who got the boot because he didnt wana shoot a dude in the same resemblence as hisself but he still work, its not honest, but it pays "his" bills. -Afro_Kira


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PENNY WISE AND POUND FOOLISH

The city of New York wants to reduce the security guards at their agencies
Penny wise and pound foolish is what they’re coming to be
To try and save less than .05% in a budget that’s in the billions
To put a wrench in the safety and well-being of a city of 10 million

If’s there’re no security officers to watch over the DEP water sheds
What’s to stop terrorists from poisoning the water and thousands being dead?
If there’re no security officers at the DHS shelters 
the situation could be dire
As you won’t have enough personnel on hand 
to warn the clients when there’s a fire
If there’re no security officers at the Human Resources Administration sites
Who would be there to protect the workforce in the event of a fight?

Penny wise and pound foolish when it comes 
to our children’s safety and well being
If there’s no one to adequately clean the schools 
a major outbreak we might be seeing
Penny wise and pound foolish in regards to the City’s financial resource
Trying to save a few pennies while pounds of dollars
will be in litigation in the courts

If someone is hurt in a fall it’s the city they will sue
If someone dies in a fire it’s the city they will sue
If a worker is assaulted on the job it’s the city they will sue
So I ask New York City leaders, what are you going to do?
Penny wise and pound foolish when it comes to New Yorker’s safety
It’s time to stop all this nonsense and keep the school cleaners and security



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Jose

Jose, the kid on the corner --
El Macho -- who knows no English
and who sells himself to eat
(being still not quite dry)
slept last night in an alley
shielded from wind and eyes
by the bulk of two dumpsters
positioned at angles to each other.
This morning, his smile's
as brilliant as sunshine.
And if he's not exactly squeaky clean,
he's only a little the worse for wear --
probably more immaculate than we,
potential buyers at whom he flaunts his wares.


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The Pristine Society

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

~JSLambert
© 2011 JSL


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A Deadly Way To Go


He rode up to the building
In a chauffeur driven car
A Rolls-Royce I think it was
He sported a cigar !

Wow! A big impression!
A rock-star could he be?
No, just a salesman -
For Nuclear Energy.

And there within the boardroom
Afore his spiel began
He flexed his corporate muscles
'Twas avarice in his plan:

His presentation: awesome
His dress: impeccable
But the content of his words
Were not so laudable

Embraced were words of safety
Extolled was energy
But n'er did he speak - meltdown,
Nor nuclear misery.

He hung his head in shame
When questions then began:
Earthquake?; Tsunami?;
Destruction in Japan?

Our citizens sent him packing
Japan and we both know:
Nuclear Energy -
A deadly way to go.




Details | Free verse | |

JSA BLUES

Reject letter sent by post. Applications online ignored. Too old Too young. Inexperienced. Do not drive. It must be the JSA blues. Countless jobs for the unemployed. Just search and see. It must be true the papers say. This Government would not lie. Reject letter sent by post. Applications online ignored. Too old Too young. Inexperienced. Do not drive. It must be the JSA blues. Take any job you can get. Work 80 hours a week. It's for your well being, the papers say. This Government would not lie. Reject letter sent by post. Applications online ignored. Too old Too young. Inexperienced. Do not drive. It must be the JSA blues. Take minimum wage if you must. That is all you are worth. You will thank us some day the papers say. This Government would not lie. Reject letter sent by post. Applications online ignored. Too old Too young. Inexperienced. Do not drive. It must be the JSA blues. I have the JSA blues This Government would not lie. The JSA blues. Government would not lie. JSA Blues. Would not lie. JSA blues. Not lie. JSA blues. LIE!


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Fooling us All

Dumbing us down
no wonder we don't know
unaware for so long
feeding 
on what's been eating us

"but the bait tastes so good!"
we say
drooling diabetes down lazy lips
entranced
by high definition devices
all the world's shiny entices

and then there's addictions
the medications 
vibrations
frequencies 
they're fingering Mother Earth's atmosphere to
seducing mankind 
with the silence of her screams
raping our nurturer
as we remain oblivious

these elite thugs
conducting violence above the law
fooling us all


Details | Haiku | |

Never Use --------- S O P A------- to Wash Out Your Mouth

--------We're not Terrorists----------
------S.O.P.A. wash your own mouth out-----
----------not our Big Brother---------






*if you are not familiar with 
"S.O.P.A." 
and you are ONLINE...Read up...
The lovely U.S. Government plan
 to police our every Internet move...
It is a SICKENING infringement of our rights!!! 
"Get Up, Stand up, Stand Up for your rights!"~Bob Marley


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Almost Remorse

The slowest clocks bind the official wound,
An azimuth of the flesh, trust, first contact,
She blinks but no face appears, 
Does every mistake ask for such an ordinary end?  A seed cannot forget.
Cold, weeping statue of lifetimes, suckle her prayer in the erupting bed.
Fallen beside the tear of the flower blight, lips against the penetrator,
Learn to forgive the righteous terrors for an idle comfort.
What numbing freedom presses the soft lump pulse?
Tongues rally to expose the ghost of private remorse,
Who conceals the dignities of a suction thigh grave.

			--2009


Details | Clerihew | |

Killing a Spy


Russian spy A. Litvinenko 
Had no heart, for a status quo;
But, when he revealed his odium, 
He earned the deadly polonium.


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The sex-workers

The sex-worker’s woe
Can be eliminated
If we treat them well


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Fallen Angels

"Angels descending, bring from above
echos of mercy, whispers of love."

And that is the fallen angels lie.
corrupted beings that will never die.

Ruling the earth apart from God's throne.
by enslaving humans, their evil has grown.

Promising mercy, lust, riches and power,
twisting souls as one, like Babels tower.

Throughout history, again and again,
they have sought the conquest and worship of men.

Beyond the veil, they work, plot and scheme,
planting seeds in our hearts to blaspheme.

Building the New World Anti-Christ empire.
Final earthly kingdom set for fire.



For the "Fallen Angels" contest.


Details | Limerick | |

Female newscaster

Female Newscaster
Written by: Catherine Reinke


Pretty faces
Boob jobs too
silicone lips
and higher shoes.
Porno stars,
contrived
cue cards.
Network news 
has gone to fair!

Lying teeth.
Blinding white.
What today 
is our plight?

Cleavage low.
Ratings soar.
Cannot let
 audience boar.

Murder and terror .
On she reads,
security level
red, orange, yellow.

Day by day
freedoms stolen.
Freedoms lost.
Freedom now
long forgot.

Centerfold women

On CNN, 
foxy news and MSN.

Walter contrite
he’s not more.
replaced femme fatal
through news doors.

Buxom beauties.
Youthful cuties.
News once read
by somber heads
now is told
by sexy dames in red.
Seems my husband
to his bed
take those newscasters 
he has said
to his bed?
Yes, he said
tight hot bodies
dressed in red.

Give me news 
and give it often.
Put Ted Kopple
in his coffin.

Easy chair
a couple of beers
 all my news
I want to hear
from pretty faces
boob jobs too 
silicone lips
 and higher shoes.


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Individual

Solely self inflicted
Jury Judged Convicted
On them I've fed
Salty years I've bled
A society in form, though not in norm
Their eyes rake as headless mouths intake
A  knotted pine snake heedless to participate,
I am in the middle of a thirst that slaked so little...
I freaked when steel teeth gleamed brittle solutions;
A fistful of retribution means bitter restitution.
Oh Give me the civic salivation,
In this petri dish of a nation!
Drench in cream, stir in oil, I will never eat that!
With blow hards and carbs, and  ministries of garbs;
You're not wolf, you're wolfs dying breath contained.
As bloody sheets and gray streets bleed blood into shame,
Where monkey thimbles play rat -a -tat – tat  on your heart...
And mind games are healthy missteps into tripped up reality,
While hat tricks plagues a story played by mindless pricks
And lightening strikes thrice on thunder driven carrion.
Touche.


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

They said her time had come- Death by insurance

They said her time had come
No place to run
No place to hide
No time for fun
Just an empty vessel inside
Going through the motions
Numb.
Overwhelming emotions
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Evil coats
She wants to run
She desires to have fun
Not understanding why she can not play
It is now the month of May
Another denial letter
Another denial to get better
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Why such looks of sorrow?
She doesn’t understand
For there is always tomorrow
Evil coats
She takes a breath
Smelling all of the flowers
No place to hide
Now literally an empty vessel inside
They said her time had come

Her time had come
Her bald head 
Just four years old
She looks to comfort from her mom and dad
Why do they look so sad?
Evil coats drag them away 
She never got that chance to go out and play
Beep. Beep. Beeep.. Bleeeeep….. 
The room floods with long white coats
Now to heaven this little girl floats
Her time had come

They said her time had come
She was just a name
No money, undeserving of fame
Easy for her to be denied
If only the suits had looked her in the eyes
Who is to blame? 
Sent to the free clinic
Now dead at four
No insurance
Ooops! What a shame…
She could have been saved
Now two parents at her grave
Once a happy family, now destroyed
Because THEY said her time had come


Details | I do not know? | |

Consumption

Consumption



Scurrying between gleaming malls,
sniffing through the latest bargains,
that are crucified onto sterile walls,


crawling amidst those sanitised aisles,
glazed eyes darting frenetically, hungry,
leaving not a trace on the polished tiles,


gnawing at the endless, dead queues,
shirts, skirts, jeans into trolleys flung,
then straight to the closet to be hung,


pompous odours foul each aroused breath,
scraping, bowing before these mute deities,
an intoxicated swirly haze of lustful gaieties,


it never ceases, this relentless, frantic surge,
always unable to quench the insatiable urge,


stopping briefly, only for an occasional purge,


as we continue, & continue , to numbly splurge





Details | Rhyme | |

Silent Votes

Voting Tuesday came around.
The news would tell it all.
The candidates still shaking hands.
Outside the voting poll.

The signs were still on countless lawns.
Results were coming in.
The candidates were waiting.
To find out who would win.

But when the polls reported.
All were shocked to hear.
Only five percent had cast their vote.
A first that year.

It seemed the people had grown bored.
With all the campaign fads.
All the broken promises.
And 30-second ads.

They tired of the many lies.
Thrown carelessly about.
They all refused the choices.
Of this there was no doubt. 

And so they all decided.
That they would not appear.
Their silent votes uncounted.
Their statement quite austere.


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Christmas 2009

Recession made Christmas harder than ever before
Family’s splitting – money the core
Dad’s leaving to live on the street
So that young hungry mouths are able to eat
That some extra cash might be in the house
and children might learn what Christmas is about?
But without Dad gone, roof would be lost
for the bills are much higher – we can’t meet the cost
No longer can the average family budget
2009, jobs lost, even working struggle to afford it
Commercialism needs to stop building hopes and dreams
Childern don’t understand you are busting at the seams
Disappointment reigns as kids outside taunt and tease
No longer we fit in we’re all on our knees
Sinking. Even love has fallen apart
We don’t want this Christmas just haven’t the heart!
Expectation lower, depressions set in
Politicians not helping the hole we’re all in
Instead raising taxes they’ll crucify more
and this miserable life could be at your door
Will someone tell them that family should be together
sharing love, life, hopes dreams whatever they weather


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Quit Wasting My Time { Edit }

<                               One by one they'll shall roll on and come
                                 Like soldiers marching to beaten drums
                                 Echoes  are acknowledge
                                 Cast across thy arched bridge
                                 Haste makes waste even for everyone




Inspired By
Carolyn Devonshire's Contest
Follower Or Leader
GL All


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Social Organization and Crime

It is only through 
Recognizing the quality 
And significance of 
Human dignity

That society can acknowledge
That crime is undoubtedly
Unnecessary and harmful 
If we are to consider sound 
And rational societal progression

It is in fact 
Not only our responsibility
As humans
But our very nature 
To distinguish between
Intrinsic good and intrinsic evil

It is only through 
Distinguishing between
The two through
Universal laws of nature
That we can in fact
Work together towards 
A common goal
That each and every 
Member of society 
Can benefit from

It is only through 
Acknowledging our capability
To distinguish between 
Right and wrong 
Without relying on 
Wrongful acts committed
For the purpose of enlightenment 
That we can begin 
To heal ourselves 
Of communal moral ills overall

It is only through
This process 
That we can attain
Prudent and structural social progression

Camille Rose Castillo 2011



Note*

This is a small segment of a paper I wrote on crime in response to Emile 
Durkheim's "The Rules of Sociological Method" and I decided to use a percentage of 
my main points to poetically express my sentiment on the topic, which is why I did 
not write this in my traditional rhyming scheme. I hope my readers still appreciate 
the intended message.

Camille


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Thin line

Thin line between politics and truth
Be a man like sword  both sides  akin
What could do man without wearing  mask
Making promises in his dreams without cutting corners
What could do man make others wear his shoes
Afraid of how much  his followers can  take
Betray his felowship  become an enemy



Details | Rhyme | |

What About Us?


My father worked the plant as
his father befor.
We worked until are hands bleed and
are backs were sore.

History we made and many fine men spent there lives 
in this very place.
Founded the union.
we are the backbone not a copperate 
face.

Didnt bat a eye just said goodbye
catching the first outta town bus.
They saved there over payed asses 
but what about us.

The working class people who gave there 
sweat and tears.
A town inwhich the factory was built.
Old and young share bitter reflections over
stories passed down through the years.

More than jobs left with the closing 
of the factorys doors.
Pain echos from broken souls.
it comes into are very essense seeps into the floors.

Years of memories gone without a 
fuss.
They crunch numbers but were people.
You saved a billion but a whole town
ask's what about us?


Details | Free verse | |

Moshe

A long time ago one kid would shower snowballs up on us his name was Moshe neighbour's ewe lamb, once he drowned my family's cat after pricking it all over with his mother's tailor needle. He didn't apologise didn't look back. He'd laugh when I would kiss you beneath the willow right on your reddish cheek sort of a ripe midsummer's fruit when our dry lips hadn't already been wading through the childhood to the dewy land. And Moshe was working together with his father veterinarian - latex gloves, scissors tubing, tents, patching up the gashes for curs puttin'em to sleep due to the rabies, the birds would withdraw from the sky when Moshe would spend his night-time on a loft sewing up the tails of the mice after tearing them off without any prayer, Lord, without a touch. Moshe had a scar below his eye he was born marked, genes, my dear, people saying that's a gene of scalpel and needle, and it's uncertain what they'd been doing with our parents's cats in the childhood. I met him at abandoned temple recently, Moshe, he was meshed into the bindweeds fogged from eternal shade demented from birdsongs wale-marked by God, or by Lucifer, or perhaps by me I swear I can't remember it's a long time we are seeking ourselves for each other at this temple you never know there's a chance we are simply insane.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Tragedy of the Banished Revolutionaries

The Tragedy of the Banished Revolutionaries.

Epochs apart, yet,
bound by conscience,

Buddha, 
Jesus,
Moses,
Muhammad,
Ram.

Enduring the whispers of time,
through creeds professed,
sermons preached,
and a million sins confessed.

Though,

the essence,
of these banished revolutionaries,
is ceremonially muted by ritual,
and gleefully crushed under,
grandiose edifices,
that serve Religion Inc.

"And the meek shall inherit the earth",
an incendiary thought,
conveniently discarded,
for the pie in the sky that must be sought.

The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries,
stings.
stabs,
whispers still,
for us to hear,
through the din of the cacophony of prayer.

Buddha,
Jesus,
Moses,
Muhammad,
Ram.

The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries,
persists,
each day that we choose,
to shun the meek,
and mouth conscience-salving prayers,

for yet more silver,
and yet more silk.


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Sonnet to Society

Plagued by agents of disinformation,
smearing objectivity with a spoof,
as if a lot of followers equals confirmation, 
a lie told often enough becomes truth.
Rumours of the Swine and depopulation,
aliens, free energy and speculation,
aur silence and tolerance bring ramification,
we need to stop for a day of contemplation,
it does not take long to realise who control’s each and every nation.
Beneath the facade of illusion,
the puppet master reaps with his confusion.

WAKE UP...tick tick tick... ... ...


Details | Free verse | |

Soaring For A Cup Of Love

Sunlight scarce, o' rainbow dove
I flutter wings a fifty five
just to see your weight up high
a snug,
in the clouds.

What parsing eyes, do thee enchant
a hue o' fifty fire ants
give or take a grand,
I wad my sense of wealth in color,
white is far too bland.

Someone spilled a sup of blue
a soup fit for three-hundert two,
if only it were true
that we could fill ourselves with color.

Someone see that bird up there,
whose rain arch bellows rainbow wings
and colors sing;
where there ain't no thing as hunger,
fill my stomach full of color,
my friend and brother
my sister, mother
grab my wing...

I'll take you to the play,
you needn't ever pay
...for a cup of love.


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The solution to ethnic-cleansing

We are all humans
Irrespective of race
And religion


Details | Imagism | |

English

I am colonization personified.
The foundation of my being,
my language of thought,
belongs not to those ancestors
whose blood now feeds my freedom,
but to the slave master
whose oppressive bark echoes deep within my mind.

I am colonization personified.
my strengths have died
as I have tried
with Afro centricity exemplified
to show my mother;
whose eyes cry
as they scan the horizon
and leave her with a sigh,
that in her smile
Afrika will never lie.

I am colonization personified.
Read these words
and see this as true.

Thabiso Nkoana©2005 


Details | I do not know? | |

Letters of Enslavement to Mr.President Obama

i have seen the coming of a great social change
and do believe in my case it means no passing
to a free and health interchange of life's greater moments (not exchange)

this is about, the enslavement of my life
that is based on the the extra freedom of others
so i do scream
in my shy small voice
"I am in slaved in America"
and i am ashamed
and i am dirty under the light 
I have seen that enslavement in America
and it, is but a pen and paper of mind indicting lies (not induction)
and smile of the upper class, that have dreams of glory 
that are hidden by an exchange of networks
by which agent play under no supervision
playing psycho mind controlling games 
on the weak and poor
and will and do punishment  me
and yet i am still frighten and small
necked in the wet rain of tear and  Ritualistic Abuse

under this insane cry,
you will not see me
you can not hear me
for how can you here a kitten trapped
a thousand miles away
alone in a dark room
striped of its ability to fight back
with out the proper words to make you understand
I have been framed
i have been systematically Hypnotize
this is a rape to my soul
please see past the fake paper work
and look deeper
and find the cover-up
clean up and swept-out your house
that holds the deeds of yesterday 
Wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_MKULTRA


Details | I do not know? | |

Where is the Man

His speech was smooth
And his words more soothing
Sweet to her ears
But at the end it was tears
Her chest ripped open 
And her heart lay bare
Left in a pool of blood 
May you dip a stick
And delve into the depth
Measure the deep
See how deep is the pain
A very great suffering

Where is the man who loves his wife 
Just as Christ does for the church
where is the man who is a leader
 The way Christ is to his church
Where is the man who adorns his woman
Bringing into an array the beauty of a woman


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The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims

The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims.


When hot lead tears the flesh of a 14 year old girl,

ripping through her skull,
leaving her to bleed out and die,

does Allah not recoil in horror,

to see His child whimper,
to see His daughter cry.

Where is the indignation,

the anger that often boils over and manifests itself as flags and books and videos are burnt in mass orgies of hollow piety,

where are the voices that scream so loud,
that denounce all but their own creed,

where are the men, the impotent men who crave for nothing more than their fascist egos to feed,

where are the voices that so loudly proclaim,
enemies here and enemies there, always quick to condemn,

where are those voices when the enemy walks amongst them.

14 year old Malala Yousafzai was shot in cold blood,

her crime?

Advocating the rights of girls to an education.

Shame on you, men of bigotry and men of cowardice.

Shame on you, silent and mute accomplices in this carnage.

Shame on me,
for my inaction,

Shame on us all,
who proclaim lofty ideals,

yet are conspicuously silent,

when a 14 year old girl is shot in the head,

by fascist fundamentalist bigots who only worship bullets of hot lead.

Not in my name!

Not in my name,
shall the cowardly men rain down abuse,

Not in my name,
shall the bigoted men light the communalistic fuse,

Not in my name,
shall Malala Yousafzai be shot in the head,

left to bleed out,
while countless mothers' tears are shed,

not in my name,
shall religious murderers,
be left to wander free,

not in my name,
for I dare all believers to open their eyes,
to see!

To see,
the innocence of a 14 year old girl,
wanting only an education,

as the men of the cloth,
prance around with their pathetic self-righteous indignation.

I write this today,
the anger raging in my veins,

yet I fear,

that I shall write more of this,

unless we stand up and say 'no more',

I fear that I shall be writing this again,

until we all,

reclaim the true principles of humaneness,

until we silence the voices of bigotry,
of rage,
of fanatical insanity,

I fear I shall be writing this again,

and,

until the muck-ridden bile,
is not excised,

I shall continue to say,

NOT IN MY NAME!

Or else I shall have nothing,

but my unending shame.



(for Malala Yousafzai, 14 years old, in a critical condition after being shot in the head by the Pakistani Taliban, for her work as a young activist advocating the rights of girls to attend school)


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Question without fear

You silence the noise, from your electric clock turn on the lights, shower and your coffee pot Do you feel blame for what you have done Since, the clock signaled, your day had begun Hundreds of simple tasks, that we do everyday No qualm of consequence, cost or whom will pay Trying to survive, with wife and children we create No concern of air, sea, land or errors we berate In life's maze we seek wealth and that better life Finding lies, debt, plague and fear, in this forest of strife Spirit weak hopeless, afraid, when any query is raised behind apathy and delusion hide, earth will be unfazed Deadly dregs of destructive waste, defiled sea and sand With befouling of the heavens, mutating plant and man Creating wealth the priority, of humanity on earth Pantology repressed, to seed arrogance not mirth People's voice was muted, for way to many years Unanswered questions persist, we can't afford to fear Prospects to correct mistakes to save this great land Seems ironic to say but, "Are in the Peoples Hands".


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Not in God's Name

Protestant, Catholic, Mormon, Jew – 

I understand your point of view.

If you can’t mine – well, that’s a shame.

No “holy” war is in God’s name.

 

Islam means “peace”.  We all want that.

Meet the Quakers.  Be friends and chat.

Buddhist, Hindu – we’re all the same.

No “holy” war is in God’s name.

 

Jehovah’s Witness to a Sikh:

Sisters and brothers, let us speak.

It’s not a case of placing blame.

No “holy” war is in God’s name.

 

“An ye harm none, do as ye will.”

The Wiccan Rede, we must fulfill.

Let peace on Earth become our aim.

No “holy” war is in God’s name. 


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What Do We Expect As We Seek to Remove God

What Do We Expect, As We Seek to Remove God? As so many people are seeking God’s removal… It’s like anything from him, we’ve given a refusal! Many have tried to ban just the reading of his word! There’s so much truth, just waiting to be heard! Many anti-God societies have quickly formed! Even the ten commandments, are often scorned! We’ve built large cities, many schools, and homes! But when it comes to God, we’ve often left him alone! One can try their best to push God back in the corner! But if you do, things in your life will get “warmer!” The pleasures and truth you seek, will come to an end! And then eternity without God, will just begin! You’ll wish you chose to live for God, that eventful day! You’ll wish that you took the time to study and pray! It’s the word of God that you need to study and read! God knows all about you! And knows your needs! He deserves all of your praise and full attention! We need to seek him, for much needed direction! Please come dear Lord, and cleanse us within! May we humbly confess our faults and sins! We need YOU much more, than words can say! Please be the God we serve! May we start TODAY! By Jim Pemberton


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Xenophobia: Apartheid

Xenophobia: Apartheid
Isn't xenophobia the same as apartheid? 
I am asking for what happened in the past is what is happening today.
We face the same things as our grandparents were facing in the past. 
We are just revolving around the same cycle of: abduction
                         Violation
                 Eviction       Victimisation
      Discrimination          Racism
                  Sexism      Retribution,
                            etc...
Question is, who will break this cycle?
Who will say no to xenophobia!
I HAVE!!!
Africans let us all unite!
South Africans let us remember that before  we say that we are South Africans
We are Africans!!!


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words words words

words words words 
and more words
separated by 
space and time
commas
dots
dashes 
silences and breaths
spoken and written
make as we go
to give meaning to all
the truth
and 
the lies


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I love My Country

Dawn again in this gaol
The jailbirds are imprecisely numbering
One hundred and sixty million
Or more of my countrymen.

The jailors are three hundred and sixty humpty down
And 109 dumpty members up.
You will never see vessels that 
Could be emptier.
Empty headed riggers; we never elected

The two other estates of the realm 
Are but a sham.
Even the fourth just stroll
Through the corridors
Hoping to be beckoned in
To share of the loot.
They call it national cake.

The ignoble governors are known
For stealing huge funds
And they show know shame;
You can't show what you don't have.

And so nothing works anymore.

Yesterday, Yusuf John stole 23 billion naira
Worth of of public fund.
He was taken to court and he confessed.

The the lead headed judge,
Slapped his wrist with an option
Of seven hundred thousand naira
Worth of fine.
The thief paid instantly from his back pocket
And walked away free.

Never has there been a country like mine
Never will there be any like it.


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Paragon Of Excellence

Here stands a fair beauty 
Queen with poise and 
Dignity.
The daughter of an 
Erudite,an erudite herself
One of the three central 
Spoke-persons in the 
Assembly of law-givers.
The defender of the 
Helpless,mother of the 
Motherless. As fearless as 
A lion,who dared the 
Gunners in power,time 
Had she spent in jail, 
Thrown in by the most 
Powerful.
One thought she would 
Cower down,yet more 
Resolute she became.
For stonewalls do not 
Make a prison make.
She still the people's 
Mouthpiece.
Champion of war on 
Gender in-equality,a 
Visionary leader,hope is 
Rekindled-hearts rejoice, 
Tears of joy pour freely as 
She mounts the podium 
Of power.


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Communal Tyranny

Attempts at alteration of 
My right to fully express
My own ideas and views
My liberty to address

Declarations and ideas
I happen to find crude
Imposing upon my spirit 
And all too often rude

Formulation of my thoughts
On many different things
Echoes of imagination
Remnants of my being

Clear my views do remain
Unscathed by opposition
I firmly and relentlessly
Defend my true position

I do believe in liberty
To share what one believes
For a spirit and its speech
Forever should be free

~Camille Rose Castillo 2010


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For They Are Many And Legion Is There Name

standing at the edge of no more time
I see the bottom of the grave 

it looks, of mud and cold without no rest in place 
malted ice flakes dancing in snow-ish rain  

i will not move 
no i can not move 
fear has taken over me

how cold 
how sad 
i do not know how to fight
this demon, who is not a demon 
but the DEVIL him self
he has a head 
with eyes and ears 
who do not get caught
for They Are Many 
and i am only one 

trust no one....
is not just a saying 
but a truth to live by 
for they know the price of blood 
and will sell out all who get in their way 

"My name is Legion, for we are many"
"Nomen mihi Legio est, quia multi sumus"(In Latin)


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Sanctity

You think you know, but you can’t see
All the pain that you cause me
Each time you speak your wicked words
Of flawed equality.

My pride disrupts the ‘sanctity’
Of marriage, apparently;
And can cheapen it to a such an
Overwhelming degree

That when I kneel on bended knee,
Showing love for all to see,
I am not met with simple joy,
But with hostility.

I am then told that I can’t be
Married to the man I see
As my equal. As my partner;
The better part of me.

Please tell me when a court’s decree
Could give right to guarantee
That I can’t marry who I choose,
With such audacity

To condemn my identity
With broken rights, bigotry,
And the somehow growing norm of
Blatant iniquity.

So now I stand with clarity,
Sense of pride, and dignity
To say vehemently that I
Demand equality

And ask that you will stand with me
Readily and willingly
To battle the decisions born
Of amorality.


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The Dumb Mother Award Gos Too

the dumbest mother, award goes too... dumb
me 
and why you may ask
because i am not home schooling right now
because my child my student 
fell softy asleep! during his math lessen today

i wanted to personally belittle him
and poke home with a learning stick      
and with a witchy voice say 
get up and open your eyes 
you can't get a job that way 

but i didn't do that, 
i just say are you sleepy 
and to my supreme surprise
he said in a most tired voice
Yes!

I just took him to the doctors 2 or 3 times 
and they found not one thing wrong 
the other is talking in his sleep too
and making sound so loud that 
he stop breathing and wake and talks
with words that could be made out to be anything
like words that are not of this the plant!

I want to wave my flag 
but there is not one to tell 
and what could keep my 
kids wanting to learn 
when there health is small and weak 
and there understanding that 
these who are to do no wrong 
just do nothing 
          
 aka:lyricvixen


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Gulf Oil Spill

Our ecosystem and wildlife can no longer be ignored
The devastation caused by the Gulf oil spill must vastly be restored

As anger and frustration surges across the Coast
The depletion of our environment, indeed we fear the most

Several past months, many lives have been erased
In the midst of these disasters, we can only look to faith

Now let us pay a visit to some underlying factors
Volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, and other natural disasters

It was not in their intention for a high tech failed invention
Yell still they don't take into account the consequences of their actions

Efforts to contain this oil spill is more doltish than we have known
What more massive debacles can this single Earth condone?

Many local residents are now suffering from depressions
So think about what lies ahead, our future generations


©RashanaKing2010


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Debt Ceiling

A budget we need
Time to heed richer measures
Clarity indeed


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Obama My King

When God makes a plan for a king
It is God’s plan not the King’s
When a king strays from true purpose 
As an unfavorable appendage growth 
Turning asunder God’s intended nature for rule 
Whereupon pompous self –gluttony bellows
Bellowing for greater power, for riches the more, or forever lasting glory
Doth not a King make unfavorable war with patriots of his sovereignty?
For as a King demands thou shall- when God said thou shalt not
What citizenry stands silent for such self-proclamations?
When the king’s words bare no desirable fruits 
How doth the Kingdom’s  subjects eat?
When only the influential- whose lips whisper directly into the King’s ear
Or only the Dukes and Earls with deep pockets afford the King’s favor
Doth the King’s jester make gayety the suffering of his common
And grow tiresome of the hunger’s plea , or  the widow’s need, 
Will not  the laymen’s  voice be heard above the ten percent?
As a King sets forth his intention but nay a one becomes reality
Doth not the people cry into their Lord God for a savior?
A new King!  
A better King! 
A righteous King for the people!
For this pompous  King has short number his days like morning dew on Mayflies’ wings
Now doth the citizenry gather at the King’s gate shouting!
We of November will remember!
And purge thee from thy thrown!


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FLOODS

Gushing and Rushing with no delay
Similar to a run in an olympic relay
Rising its level with rabid haste
Making human watched likened to a paste

It came from the height of the heavens
Wrathly pouring down to bald mountains
Dashing down having no mercy given
Towards these beings that thinks only of gains

This is just a matter of consequence
For beings such as us that has less prudence
Now we gain what we have sown
And it has rapidly and largely grown

Now we find the blame for the result
Instead of finding the solution of our fault
This great waters that we have caused
Must be helped and prevented until its paused


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Quit Calling Me

<                                          good tarnations  .......  to this darn nation

                                            economic woes   .......  our money goes

                                                      all we are is .....   numbers

                                                      to good ole ....... Uncle Sam

                                             
                                             don't you just hate being called ....... sometimes







Entry For
John Freeman's Contest
Citizen Or Subject
G.L. All


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seniors celebrated--Septolet

debt ceiling
raised

seniors, 
their children
and grandchildren
joyfully 
jumped--
touched ceilings
in homes




*Septolet contest


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Bullets rain tears

Young and innocent they went to school
 Expecting to learn and play
 Never in anyones wildest of dreams
 Did we expect that day
 For a rain of tears to shell them
 From one lost deep to sin
 But heavenly hosts came down for them
 Releasing them from him
 The devil he did have his day
 But God in end dost win
 For noubt will be lost but these young lives
 Will not be gone in vain
 The laws of the land will change in ways
 For it must not happen again
 
Those who reign must stand on this
 Take stance and make a difference
 No one should be able to take a life
 With intent nor mindless innocence
 For even when with madmans mind
 You cannot be left to mingle
 How can you be able to walk in shop
 Purchase guns and not be liable
 Actions speak far louder than words
 And if we let just one slip through
 Without accounting for their sin
 It might well be me or you
 
For on anyone these bullets
 Might be named to fall upon
 So make a difference – make a change
 Add your name – petition
 The whole wide world mourns in shame
 An Amnesty is long past needed
 Write your letters – use your vote
 Act now while it is fresh
 And pray for the souls of all those lost
 That each by the Lord be blessed
 Also for those who’ve lived through this
 That they might find a way
 To find the strength and courage
 To step out further each day


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It's a Small Wacked World After All

Watch me creep upon your virgin abode
without a husbandry humping request
to take what is mine from mo months of 
societal solutiservititude of  ages impressed. 
Finally, the the universaladity of our fauxphysical spirits melding
into one promiscus misspromise delegated by past powers 
at be to fulminate the sexual prose prowess that we hide
in the nether neath of neutral neuder nuisances hopefully negating
turn raging torrent treasures into mystical monument molecular
memories into never non nil complacent coiture of everpresent
For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge destitiute desires drearily soft
shifting free fall forever faked fawned populace pleasures deso
designated by an eager ego-stential ego everpresent freudian flaked frail
feverent list of lost lucid loveless latent ladies and gential guise gilded gentlemen to
go gender hide a post penal predisposition to passionate penetrations
for the sake of wifeful wishes and mistress missed moments of 
hideous hide and psuedo sexual seek preludes to the other side of a 
retro recreational ripe respite religiousness that alter  states the sociosick
sanctioned ****severence residue that fecal foments our current a----ffairs. 
The Weiner takes all is fair in love and warr-----anties;wishful texting. 
E X tendedness will costco create yr penalpussypoliticoplentypiousness. Third party poster plenititudes??? 
Fair and balanced banalaties beliguered by biased bigot blogosites. Get Real How?


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Woman's Day

Women's Day


wiping away those tears

of the brutal truths of your past

wiping away those tears

your spirit rises up, far beyond your scars

and your strength resides deep within you 

with an unshakeable resolve that shall forever last


...the weakened men whose brute force is so macho and empty 

and that has always been in your face

are now nothing but specks of aging, obsolete rust

flitting past you, for you hold it all together

as you always have 

rising up firm and strong from being shoved into the dust


...you are a mother, a lover, a daughter, a wife, and a worker ... above all a worker you have been

tying the loose ends together time after time

always there 

yet unseen


...a woman you are 

of fibre 

of courage

of being the bedrock on which we trample 

on whose shoulders this world stands

as you continue to work ceaselessly on

with lines on your face

and with raw wounds on your hands

but...

now your time has come

and no longer will you silently bear

the jabs and taunts of men

for now you proudly declare

that a mother am I, a daughter too, a lover and a wife as well

and now the time has come for them to awaken

to the tolling a new bell


...a bell that tolls for you

for you have taken back the pride and dignity that they stripped off you for ages

for now theirs is a lost cause while your battle still defiantly rages

through cities and homes and villages 

and in town after nameless town

for now the bell has tolled

and the time has passed for you

to be ever
again
put down


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About Corruption

What do we know about corruption? I would say: a lot and sometimes not enough. There nis corruption of children,prostitution and a lot of other things, but there is also corruption in the Goverment. It has been said that a new bill should get started for the coming elections. All Goverment people should be put on Social Security. Do you think there is corruption in Social Security? Our Senators and Congresswomen do not pay into into Social Security and do not collect from it. They said that Social Security benefits were not suitable for people of their rare elevation. They came up with a special plan for themselves. many years ago they voted in their own Benefit Plan. Now in more recent years no Congress person has seen a reason to change that plan. When they retire - they continue to recieve the same pay until they die. The only change is that it may increse now and than for cost of living. Senators and Congressmen will draw about $7.800,000,00 With their wives drawing $275,000.00 during the last years of their lives. Younger Dignitaires that retire at an earlier age will recieve a lot more. Their cost for this excellent plan is nothing. You and I pay for them, out of our own Social Security Plan, which which we paid or will pay until we retire. We will get an average of $1000.00 a month and maybe less. Is there Corruption in Social Security or what? It would be good if their Golden Fleece Retirement Plan was taken away and put them in our own Social Security Plan, like the rest of us. Maybe than the plan would be fixed...
08/26/2012 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo Comments: I hope I don't offend anyone, but this is suppose to be the land of bread and honey. We are getting the bread and Someone else is getting the honey...


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Child labor

Please stop child labor
Let the poor kids go to school
Please give them stipend


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THE ACCOUNTABILITY OF OUR OWN BEHAVIOR

as adults we must be accountable for our own behavior
if we expect the same from our children.
when children see political leaders in compromising positions, 
adults fighting in court rooms, PTA meetings and city council sessions
and fathers and mothers verbally and physically abusing each other.

how can we expect more from them
 when we are not holding each other accountable?
do we blame the media with their reality shows?
do we hold them solely responsible for exposing our youth to all of this?
they say just change the channel or turn off the TV
but that is not an answer not is it the solution to a growing problem

society has made this type of behavior entertainment
if not for its shock value  but to boost up the ratings for revenue
parents fighting and attacking children and coaches at little league games
celebrities going to rehab on a daily basis
sports figures and officials throwing games
professional athletes committing felonies and only getting slaps on the wrists
and then they have the nerve to suspend a child from school 
for DRAWING A PICTURE of a weapon
hypocrisy at its worst

judges taking bribes
doctors molesting their patients
teachers have sex with their students
yet we have a ZERO TOLERENCE POLICY with those same children
who are we kidding?

behavior is learned
and like any and all animals in the wild 
the young are taught by example
its time we stop naming names and placing the blame on others
and look to thine self
its time we stop with the excuses and start holding ourselves accountable
for our own behavior before we impose rules on our children


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Main Street USA

Politics consistent 
With moral corruption 
Religion at best 
Breeding dysfunction 

Churches pristine
On every corner
While homeless abound
Where is the honor?

The rich at ease 
Out at play 
The poverty-stricken 
Know only dismay 

The wealthy feast 
Indulge in the finest 
The destitute and poor 
Haven't the slightest 

Crime well known 
On America's streets 
Violence in action 
With every heart beat 

Victims seek justice 
Where has she gone? 
Is she hog-tied 
In somebody's trunk? 

Political correctness 
To drastic extremes 
No longer can one 
Express their beliefs

America, take credit
For progression ingenius
But also acknowledge
The brink of madness

We rightfully know
There is a fine line
Between the two
We just can't deny

It seems we're crossing
Into that dimension
With each passing day
Without apprehension



Camille Rose Castillo 

Note* 

Although I love my country and do acknowledge it can never be perfect, I believe it can be less flawed. 




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Auschwitz

No more the wretched screams of pain are heard within this place
We walk here with the ghosts of they who ever haunt this space
This godforsaken abattoir, this slaughter house of shame
Remembered in far distant land with one eternal  flame.

No birds sing here nor pass in flight, Life pauses at the gate 
The silence of the grave abides within this fence of hate
And even from the hardest heart it screams the question why
The ovens yawn their dreadful truth that bleeds tears from the eye.

A cold and dreadful ambiance is trapped within this wire
Imagined sounds of shuffling feet of those consigned to fire
The chambers shame in silence bears, the horror that befell
What evil, Godless, twisted mind, designed this ordered Hell

What awful thought, what sick warped mind, imagined such as this
Where hid the souls, who sold their friends, betrayed with Judas kiss
Repentant tears can never cleanse, this stain that mars this land
Nor Pilate’s basin, wash the blame, from bigots bloody hands

The earnest prayer of all who stand in silent witness here, 
Cries Justice for six million lives, destroyed by Facist fear
This manufactured hell hole, this mark of Cain defined
This everlasting edifice, of disgrace and shame enshrined


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For our Father, Nelson Madiba Mandela

For our Father, Nelson 'Madiba' Mandela

you are our eternal inspiration

our hopes
our dreams
our conscience

you gave everything of yourself
so that we may live and love and laugh and dream and breathe the air of freedom, dignity and liberty

you lead us through the darkest days with your unshakeable principles and your belief in us

you brought peace and freedom to us

and when at times we felt all was lost

you stayed with us as a father would

you lent us your wisdom
and you chastised us too

and we are here today because of you
you stayed with us, Nelson Rolihlala 'Madiba' Mandela, through all the crests and valleys of our turbulent times

you stayed with us, father
today, we hope and pray and wish
that you, our father Madiba
stay with us still
stay with us, Madiba
stay with us...


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Sobibor

We ride the cattle rail  Not knowing exactly what lay ahead. For weeks there's 
been no heat,  No bathrooms and we've barely been fed.  We arrive at our 
destined location.  Sobibor...Sobibor...Sobibor,  Is the death camp for Jews.  
Opening widely, the gate to Hell  With train whistle loud and prolonged, News of 
our arrival they tell.  Orders given, the boxcar doors open.  The air so fresh, the 
pines are livid.  Decisions to make.....What to do?  What to do?  Tailors, 
seamstress', blacksmith, carpenters  Are there any?  
Volunteers?...Yes...No ...Good decision, bad decision?  Shouted at, screaming, 
people being beat  Kept others orderly on their march.  Houses with names, 
gardens with flowers, and Signs pointing to canteen and showers.  Sobibor 
seemed peaceful, not a place of murder.  To the Ukraine to work you will go.  
Because of lice, Women need their hair to go.  There are epidemics, You must 
be disinfected.  Naked and unaware of the lies, They each take the walk Through 
the tube-"Road to Heaven".  The screaming strong at first,  Weakens gradually 
until it dies.  Why?...Why?...Why?...You say.  Why don't you fight back?  Pick up 
that gun, shoot that guard!  That would lead to your death plus as Many others 
they could hack.  Why don't you escape?  Where would I go?  Here I have no 
home, no family. ..It is cold.  I have no warm clothes or shoes...I am on the verge 
of starving.  What will I eat?  How do I get through the mine fields?  How do I get 
through the armed Poles in the forest?  We do revolt... the camp as a whole.  
Sasha, the Soviet prisoner of war... A new leader... good for our soul.  He gave us 
some hope.  We were working class people, Everything was taken from us.  We 
were cold.  We were hungry.  We were beaten.  We were killed.  We lost all hope.  
Oppression lets genocide happen.  Genocide has happened in the past. 
Genocide is happening now.  Genocide will happen in the future.  Greed and 
power can and does lead to genocide.  Only policy makers worldwide...God 
willing, Can help stop the killing.





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Before the After

Say, the pen mightier than the sword.
Though spoken forth from what we afford.
We learned that this meant something else.
Freedom of press mentioned what it dealt.
Though I bring forth a new meaning to hold,
Freedom taken away by one pen so bold,
Silently scribbling away, smitten and cold,
Honesty forgotten, breaches contracts sold.
Beyond our forefathers warnings were told.
Beware  not allow one privilege to unfold.
Should not be barren of voice of people in mold,
Equations written long ago, so foretold.
Heads of state have not total power, pen of gold.
I heed to watch closely, or we are controlled.
Powers still belong to the people, before remold.
Each of us should gather wits, let balance uphold.


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HUMPTY DUMPTY LAND

HUMPTY DUMPTY LAND
Political correctness prevails
words dissemble & dissimulate
lose their meaning as the Mad
Hatter’s manor rules and reigns,
and Humpty Dumpty’s semantics sound.
Decadent hedonism,attired in faded
blue jeans,with fundamentalist fury
points its finger here,there everywhere
and for the past apologise yet…. fails,
forgetting  today can never be 
yesterday. Alice in Wonderland has
come to pass, but can never last. 


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A Freedom Cry

A long time ago we were plagued with tyranny.
Freedom was their quest, ancestors won it morally.
Real freedom comes with hard work and tenacity.
Everyone wants a free ride, as is happening currently.
Each, of us is becoming an insincere, minority.
Delivering, into their hands, all the precious authority,
Our lives have become, what our ancestors, fled in posterity.
Many liberties and independence, is being taken by piracy.
Causing, loss of stability to our way of life and past warranty,
Rebellion is not needed yet, though it may become an irony.
Yes, we are allowing our choice, to be forced into conformity.


Details | I do not know? | |

Wildfire legacy

Tensely polarized 
Fiercely alienated 

Furiously devoid of
Space and peace

By deeds unjust
By antics blatant

Short-changed
Shit-noshed    

Orphaned 
Offended 

From people
To pieces 

An equation 
Unbalanced

Sinister motives
Documented

Grand strategies
Visible mirrors

To annihilate
To assimilate 

Partisan practices 
Warped policies 

Of can’t pilot 
Be passengers 
  
 
Lost trust
Lacks shine

Lost lives
Eternal

Galvanise 
Demonise 

Keep on to 
Put down  

Till one sees
The snake’s

Nude red 
Buttocks!   


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the revolution will be televised

drive-by shootings, domestic violence plus total social anarchy
judges on the take, lawyers on the down-low and police brutality
where is the peace? where is the love? why can't we all get along?
they want to take God out of everything, why can't they see that's what's wrong?
the media is chocked full of atrocities, yet many people seem surprised
that in today's immoral society, the revolution will be televised

the state of the union, the state of the state, and the state of every city
we have global warming, urban sprawl and the mass cross-cutting of trees
nations are starving, the people are dying and genocide is on the up-rise
everyone has a camcorder or cell phone and the revolution can be televised

the rich just get richer, the poor get poorer and there's no longer a middle class
homes in foreclosure, rent is sky-high just how long will this madness last?
the devil is trying to take over everything, yet no one seems to realize
that we are playing right into his hands while the revolution is being televised


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Right Question


You kin paint it up with all the purdy words y’all like,
But there ain’t no right way to do something wrong, .. right?




Details | Free verse | |

The Drone

 You use it every day.
 It is a basic part of life now.
 Maybe it’s the flicker of the radio
 Or the buzz of a computer.
 It is used every day to make our lives simpler and less stressful. 
 Is it really helping us though?
 It does make our life simpler
 But is this a downward spiral into emotionless and effortless life?
 A life where instead of real soldiers with real emotions
 are sent to fight,
 A drone controlled by someone at a computer is used to kill innocent civilians. 
 The drone is emotionless.
 No compassion for other beings and no feeling of guilt or regret.
 This is the future,
 an emotionless drone controlled by someone at a computer. 


Details | I do not know? | |

South Africa salutes Dr Martin Luther King Jr

South Africa salutes Dr. Martin Luther King Jr!




They gunned you down,
on this April day,
all those years ago,

yet you live, you breathe!





They gunned you down,
just as they did Chris Hani and M.K. Gandhi,

and they failed, as they always will,

for they can never kill,

your dream, your ideals.





Your dream, your ideals,

live, and breathe,


still!









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Human Touch

Liberty is free
For those who take it from me.
Democracy is fair
For those who take my share.
Honesty exists
If the lies are to persist.
As long as they believe,
The truth will not conceive
The vote that you cast.
The wind will break the mast,
System set in stone,
Broken by human tone.
They’ll hand you a crutch,
Instead of Golden touch.
Old guards take the stage,
The notion of bondage
Clearly handed down
To those who have not found
A peace of mind to hold,
A piece to call their own.
Take from me - it’s free,
This thing you call Liberty.


Details | I do not know? | |

Gulf Oil Spill !

Man to blame,
Once again to his shame,
His record continues to destroy !
 
The beauty he did not create, nor can he save…
He will never learn how to properly behave…

Nature screams pointlessly once again ?
Fearing where next we’ll drill ?
Gulf oil spill.


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Silent Conversation Of Two Wounded Soldiers

Motherland
is ruined to ground and I’ve only an hour or less 
to spend my life. 

The enemy of my people, a bit stronger 
and seems happy to have more time 
to live his, stands before me.

I always thought that great Allah 
was with me; I’m a faithful Muslim. He is 
a devoted Christian. I saw him, ere we exchanged 
bullets of anger, intently calling to his 
Father (household name of his so called God)

Now, we’re slaving ourselves, thinking. 

With our guns pointing at each other, 
would he let me live, or would I let him go?  

Ah, what are we goin’ to do with our short 
remaining breath, continue killing each other 
or mend our wounds?

Or, should we still ask the god(s)
to solve these issues at hand?


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Are We Trying to Remove God From Everything


 UNSUPPORTED CODE We often hear this topic across our nation.
Another person crying; “discrimination.”

In our many attempts to not discriminate.
It seems like it’s God that we seek to eliminate.

It seems like we’ve come up with our own “rules.”
And somehow have turned into a bunch of “fools.”

We accept many perversions of various kinds…
But God himself?  We seem to close our minds!

In many of our lives,  we’ve “kicked “ him out.
And refuse what he really is about!

The words, “In God we trust...”  Our money bears it!
Anything of God?  We’re afraid to share it!

It seems like the courts almost say he doesn’t exist!
And have brought much confusion into our midst!

As many say it’s “offensive” to display a cross…
Many godly values have already been lost!

It’s time to wake up America!  And begin to see!
The kind of country we’re beginning to be!

A country that’s foundation is getting off course.
Being driven by a wicked and ungodly force!

Out only hope is in God!  And him alone!
We must invite him back into our homes!

To God and his word we must hold secure and fast!
He is our only hope that our country will last!


By Jim Pemberton


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Oh, Pepe (Vignette)

Too enthralled by his works done
Last farewell been said and made
Mockingbirds and sparrows came
Las vivas and the sound of guns-
He faced the 7 o’clock morn sun




Note:

Dr. Jose P. Rizal- poet/author of  "Noli Me Tangere" and 
"El Filibusterismo", his famous novels that cost his life.



Details | Tanka | |

Women and child abuse

We must put an end
To women and child abuse
From our societies
By enforcing stricter laws
And creating awareness 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Distant Warrior

I get this wondrous chill as night falls
in mountains or desert sand
and I find myself dreaming about
home, my fondest memory
from this far away land.

I miss the special lady who 
stole my heart, my thoughts
and all there is of me;
and I deeply cherish 
our final moments together.

I think about the children 
I left behind, how I miss them 
and pray they’re  fine -
and it’s hard Lord,
it’s so very hard.

It’s times like this that I wonder
why I volunteered and I
get this knot in my stomach -
then I cringe and find myself 
trying to hold back tears.

Soon the battle will begin
when I’ll hear my own heartbeat
through the creepy sounds 
amidst treacherous mountain sides or
drifting sands and whirling winds.

It’s  time spent in worry,
fear, and some regret
as I encounter my fate
in the war so near
and I must admit, I’m scared.

This stench of war, 
the sight of it all,
it’s that awful image
of how I imagined hell
after Lucifer’s fall.

I wonder to myself,
“Does it have to be
that generations of people 
can’t seem to agree 
to the simple concept of peace?”

Soldiers don’t start wars
but they surely fight them,
making all manner of sacrifice
and I doubt that even once
did a soldier ever like them.”

Then I think of  “Old Glory”
and I’m filled with pride.
It’s a warm patriotic feeling
which overcomes me
from deep down inside.

I’m confused, scared
and battle weary.
I worry about those I love
as I cling to my faith  
and pray to God above.

I’m a distant warrior,
an American fighting man;
not an aspiring hero,
but just a simple soldier 
trying to do the best that I can.


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Secular State

A baby born in a secular state
Of parents belonging to different race
It will decide to what faith
It owes its allegiance and its prayers. 

A baby growing up in a secular state
Of parents belonging to different race
Unsure of its faith, unsure of its fate
In the end, he ends up falling from grace.


Details | Chastushka | |

THE NEW PRESIDENT

Election day will be here soon, ready for insanity?
Who will be the next President of the USA this year?
All candidates are tough, do you like Romney?
Will Obama win, or leave office in disarray and fear?


Details | Free verse | |

Lime Trees

Summers consist of

peridot mornings,

and emerald afternoons.

The trees filter the sunlight - 

so often saving me from

those headaches, which might have

mutated, evolved into migraines.

 

By autumn, the leaves have changed colour:

a poet's palette of

amber, copper,

gold, and red.

 

In winter, the trees are slender,

with a stark, grey-brown beauty:

looking fragile,

yet able to endure

the harsh frosts of the season.

 

And, throughout the seasons,

"they" plot.

They want

a concrete Universe - 

so they mark out their potential

victims, with orange spots.

 

The letters to local residents are headed:

"Implementation of

Environmental Improvements".

 

Yet, trees can bleed.

Scenes of carnage seal the deal.

They win; we lose.

So much wildlife, instantly evicted.

 

Fluorescent yellow workmen circle tree stumps,

inspecting their day's work - 

before going for "a pint",

and home for tea.

 

Spring is cancelled.


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THE INCURABLE SOCIETY'S ILLS

Two scales must always be within an approximate range
for an accurate weight, and the close relationship
between the Humankind and God must withstand any change.


Solutions must be found before catastrophe approaches,
and if we were caught by surprise, we would regret the outcome;
less trees should be cut down to make room for buildings.


Thieves, murderers and rapists should be held in contempt
and thrown into dungeons...instead of giving them cosy cells,
the Law admits that's just to punish, but inhumane to torment.


Nightly streets have been taken over by muggers, drug dealers
and prostitutes, now called escorts, haven't changed their lewd attitude;
even madams of the brothels open doors for the well-dressed sirs.


Society has gone mad, and it has condoned both sexes of equal desires;
never was Sodom and Gomorrah as iniquitous and lustful as this one;
God forbid...I entered this city and be found guilty of their perversions!


While on the outskirts, in run-down homes poverty duplicates its horrible woes,
politicians' corrupt hands are not seen...pocketing money that Congress approved; 
and the suffering of the poor is plagued by famines that turn into deadly diseases.


Crooked judges are manipulated by criminal defense lawyers who have handfuls of cash;
justice can never be served when criminals are given their parole, and the innocent, 
humble men are detained and put behind bars, because of their limited wealth.


Proud hearts see neither simplicity nor beauty in anything that evolves into splendid light; 
self-praise, greed, bluntness and invulnerability are the rules they live and swear by;
humbleness is unacceptable and insignificant...it's a virtue which diminishes their pride. 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Our Country Has Sinned Against God


Our country has sinned, and many don’t know it! Any reverence for God? Many refuse to show it! We have sinned greatly, in our desire to leave God behind! And have tried our best to remove him from our minds! Even a cross or nativity is most often, not allowed! The atheists? You’ll find them in most every crowd! We’ve traded God’s commands for our own “rules.” How dare you mention HIM in any of our schools! Whatever pleases the flesh is predominantly enjoyed! As many people seek to fill an “empty void!” Those standing for righteousness are often scorned. “Don’t preach about God!” They’re often warned! The freedom God gave us.. We’ve turned it around! Perversions and addictions greatly abound! His judgment is coming! People may laugh. But our country will endure his holy wrath! Our only hope is the get back to God’s word! His message of salvation needs to be heard! Only Jesus can give a peace and love so secure! We need him more than ever! That’s for sure! Through Christ’ blood, we can be a new creation! Please come Lord Jesus and heal our nation! By Jim Pemberton


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The Walk

The Walk
An elected position walks into transition, but not without apprehension.
Thrusted forward into accountability, a " word" that was lost in recent financial history.
Blame and blasphemy encircles him for others greed, carelessness, incompetency and 
irresponsibility.
Unlike the blind man to our today's society, anger creates a false reality.
A "change we can believe in", is the course called destiny.
Persecution upon every action or direction met with resistance by those who remain held in social captivity from their own personal experiences or enthralled perceptions of " what ought not be".
Prepare the world, for the world is watching and they  see, that without corruption 
and a massive scale of discrimination , injustices and judgments as their plea, they are not happy nor do they believe that  they can or that they will succeed. 
May forgiveness and mercy find it's place upon his adversaries as well as for him whom they do this unto in the sight of he.
People, we call ourselves, "we"; therefore, "we must not lose focus , the walk for change remains on our compass to destiny and real facts vs. opinions will be our guide for future history.

copyright@2010 by Carrie M. Love-Atkins


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Gay

I am gay.
I'm not a disease, I'm not a problem
I'm not an affliction
I don't need treatment.
I don't need help
I'm not sick
I'm not confused
I'm not a sin.

I am gay.
I'm your daughter
Your sister
Your friend
Your co worker
Your classmate
Your acquaintance
A complete stranger

I am gay.
I need love, just like you
I need smiles
I need support
I need a hug
I need a friend
I need a family
I need acceptance
I need understanding
I need you

I am gay.
I know what love is
I know what pain is
I know what hate is
I know what life is

I am gay.
And I need you to love me
The same way you loved me before you knew

I am gay.
And I have experienced hate
From more people than just you

I am gay.
And I wont change. 
I wont give up.
I wont back down.
I wont pretend.
I wont lie.
I wont deny.
I wont hide.
I wont hurt.

I am gay. 

And that's okay.


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Untitled #161 / We

We shall make our own!


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Truth Of The Matter

The truth is what we all want
The truth is what we don't see
We don't see the lines when not so defined
and then turns into conspiracies
The facts are left to remain
Within all our questions and brains
We won't know the facts until lies are attacked
or they grow just to drive us insane
Real honesty is hard to find
It's distorted when losing our minds
We lose all our trust and then we give in
to more lies but of a different kind
Although lies are all in the same
There is always someone to blame
For the love of money,the truth don't pay much
It just turns into one big game
So look in your heart and you'll see
you won't always find honesty because
when we are floating on a sea of betrayal
it's easy to drown in deciet
The truth of the matter may be
We must keep our heads above sea
If there is a lifeline of truth in your grasp
Please be sure to reach out for me!!!!


Details | I do not know? | |

For Nelson Rolihlahla 'Madiba' Mandela

and just when i felt lost

again...

when i feared that you were slipping away

i feared more for myself, in truth I say, than for you

again...

you came back to us

again...

your light shone, ablaze

reaching inside of me with the warmth of your dignity

with your infinite gentleness

with your effortless peace

with all that makes you, you

again...

soothing me as you soothed a nation

and a people, and people everywhere

of every hue

and of every creed

and of the human spirit itself

again...

you gave of yourself

92 and frail and weak and alive

oh yes alive!

again...

you breathed my fears away

you embraced me as you have always done

again...

you made me cry

weeping tears of joy for you

for your light to shine on through

again...

you shined so brightly

as I basked in your warmth of you being you

again...

you cradled my shaken being in your hands, lined with age and with wisdom and with a pureness so bright

that just knowing that you are back home, smiling that fatherly smile of yours

was enough for me, to slip into the waiting arms of this warm and joyous night

and again...

though i know that you cannot be with me forever more

you came back to me on this night

and just knowing that you are still here with me now

is enough now, for within me, you will reside forever more

just knowing that you are resting and recovering at home

filled, and fills me with peace and with joy

with the peace and the joy that has been your gift to me, and to us, one and all

shaking me to my very core

as you have selflessly done

throughout my life, and on countless occasions before

He is home

you are home

and

i am home with you

as your light of life continues to shine

now and forever

warm and dignified and forever true

Viva Nelson Rolihlala 'Madiba' Mandela Viva!


Details | I do not know? | |

The Glow of Soft Truths

the glow of soft truths
tucked between the folds of the heart

radiates through the coarse fabric of each fleeting day

transcending the hurdles that litter the way

extinguishing the trepidation and the unfounded fears away

beyond the very now with an eye firmly gazing towards the coming morrow

where genuine peace may be found while dispelling the nasty sting and the solitary sorrow

and when that moment is finally found

when peace and mirth is felt all around

the bliss may seem plentiful, and the being with simple joy may abound

without a word being spoken

without the din, the static of the endless drone

so infused with soothing music, yet hardly making a sound

for the truth of peace that lies in wait

just beyond the corner

is a truth that may never be sought

or bought

for that truth of peace must be ushered inside

until deep in the soul it will then quietly reside...


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Born into lies, Die fighting for Truth, Live Forever

See you lady's are really dudes, male energy oozes from the paths you choose. 
You see straight lines to your end, and you believe it ends there with ONE life to attend. 
Just understand that world is so lonely, but as a whole you and the other boys won't be the only
To cross over confused, by only yourself and YOUR CHOICE to be used.
See the "rulers" of this world had plans to keep us hiding, for a "better" perceived earth or calming home to reside in.
And they have succeeded as the blind don't wish to see, nor asking a ****ing question to an alternative degree.
Emotions run the world but ya'll think its money, government made bills too huh? now aint that *****funny. 
And they prescribe medicine for every condition, thats just regulated murder with your own permission.
And the "leaders" pay for "news" so you don't go knowing, the truth about nature or where we are growing
Its sad you say that we're babied by the kings, you're bombarded by conspiracies for every single thing.
Now if I give you a secret you promise you can keep it? Its a doozy so make sure you can read it.
The same people who control you and kill all our families, and lie to our faces from cities to shanty's, and make all the rules that you're forced to live by, and keep ALL the money we've worshipped to get by....
WE ARE THE ONES WHO GAVE THEM THE POWER, AND WE CAN TAKE IT BACK AT ANY GIVEN HOUR!


Details | Blank verse | |

Beware of Dogs

His daughter was getting married
So the Hon. Minister’s gate was thrown open
For just that day.
And like flies to a carcass,
The people thronged in
To see, to hail, to help with cooking, 
And to gossip.

His gangster paradise
Of beautiful daughters and
Buxom young wives, a harem of them,
The assorted automobiles
Could give one orgasm.
The horticulturist 
Must have seen the Garden of Eden.
The architect who designed his mansion
Must have had 
A national monument in mind.

My country’s ministers could be 
Very creative with tax payers money.
They could conjure a paradise 
Right here on earth.

One glaring feature in his paradise
Was the dogs.
The big fat dogs.
Over a score of them.
Easy to count as they were neither
Caged nor leashed. They have been trained.
Moving freely in groups of fours and fives.
Amazingly calm but should not
Be mistaken for our local dogs.
It would be suicidal to do that.
They were wild dogs.
They minded their business as long as
Visitors did not cross their path.

They say at night, 
Those dogs don’t bark foolishly 
At a trespasser.
They will eat him and lick up every trace
That even Hon. Minister will not know 
Anyone trespassed.


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WE CAN DO MORE: to fight that sin called greed

The economic injustice, the social injustice has made the workers upset
when the corporations and their CEOs treat them with little or no respect
the CEOs make more in one day than in a year of what the average employee earns
but instead of any giving benefits their backs to them are turned
it's the disproportionate dispersion of the profits that the companies make
where the employees get less than 10% and the CEOs get the bigger take
instead of spreading the wealth the situation has gotten worse
the economic divide has gotten wide and the rich get the majority of the purse

The social injustice towards the workers what the companies are now trying to do
is to strip them of what little they have got and not give them what they are due
to take away or reduce their pensions, to cut into or cut off their healthcare
to reduce salaries and cause many to now seek public assistance and welfare
how hard-hearted are those CEOs? how much money is enough?
how selfish are those individuals who want more and more stuff?
how many cars can one drive and how many yachts does one need?
how many houses do you have to acquire to satisfy that sin called greed?
I don't know about you America but I see the writing on the wall
if the workers don't unite and put up a fight the labors unions will eventually fall
we can no longer sit back in complacency it's time for 32BJ to now lead
by organizing so that the workforce will no longer financially bleed
we can no longer say I got mines and you need to get yours
it's time for us to unite because together we can do more

we can do more to bring non-union workers in
we can do more by having relationals and making friends
we can do more by spreading the union's ideals and goals
and showing the workers how to organize and thus take control
we can do more to counteract that corporate sin called greed
by becoming more involved and showing others how to succeed
we can do more to make the union movement grow
by taking our fight public so that everyone will know
of the abuse and mistreatment that the workers endure
we can do better and we sure as hell can do more

now it's time for us to practice what we preach
to make a committment as leaders by going out to reach
as many of our co-workers as we possibly can
as we can do more if together we now stand
we can do more to battle that sin called greed
by organizing, uniting and by example to now lead
so step up to the plate and take your position
now ready to stand up and fulfill 32BJ's mission


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the tides will turn again

i didn't build the world so/dont ask me to fix it.
i didn't invent the wheel so/don't ask me to twist it.
i didn't label the classes so/don't ask me to climb them.
i didn't make the people lose their mind's/and i ain't about to find them.

never knelt and prayed to god /wouldn't know which one to choose.
never came up with such a game /where so many people lose.
never thought myself a thinker/but thats the only thing i own.
never felt myself partial/to living life alone.

well before we are all dead a dark eyed sect will rise.
slaughter all our ruler's and show us our reprise.
the trigger for this triumph will come with a hail of storm's.
our ruler's already know this and duly have been warned.

sure there will be victim's crushed innocent's that pay.
but a world of self reliance is the sacrifice they make.
go burn your bra's,book's and boat's all tool's of their trade.
they're trading in smokescreen's the smoke will be our rage

the world we find ourselves stuck was decided round a table.
things like hope and liberty are a precision pointed fable.
the biggest conspiracy going is that conspiracy's a joke.
well read between the lines and see the wheels spokes.
they're turning faster each day driving into dirt.
then they wonder why so many of us lay all consumed in hurt.
block your road's and railway's condemn yourselves's to change.
the time has come for turning the tide's will turn again.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

STOP THE INSANITY: It'sTime to Go All In

it's come to our attention and the people need to see
that now is the time to stop this economic inequality
the rich are getting richer while the poor are getting less
but my question is "how did we allow all of this to progress?"

deregulation, less overseeing and smaller government they desire to see
but it's really about keeping the 99% in a state of poverty
it's time to stop the insanity and finally realize 
that a minimum wage job is not much of a prize

now is the time to band together, to unionize and start setting goals
to stop the Right-wingers and Tea Party clan from gaining more control
so let's organize, let's unite, let's work together as one
for there is strength in numbers that's more powerful than a gun
the American dream is being murdered by the 1% elite
it's time to stop the bleeding before economic death is complete

it's time to lead, it's time to fight, it's time to go all in
the battle might be long but we will prevail in the end
it's time to stop the insanity by going all in and taking a stand
so let's lead, unite and unionize every worker in this land


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Remember September 11th Civil Rights

Remember September 11th
Signed legislation, equal access, public schools and mobilized troops.
Supreme Court Justice Warren, controversial some would say, provided  a goal of unity, 
the removal of stigmas, fair competition, birth of global recognition and a future for the 
spirited ambitious, the motivated  and the entrepreneurship.
911
Terrorism, tragedy, illnesses, women and men of good deeds, financial wills, heirs , war 
and mobilized troops indeed.
A blow to it all, the young, the old, the rich,  the poor, the working, the unemployed… the 
skilled, the unskilled, our service members and our vets as well as some committee bills, 
but mostly the future of America’s youth…. onto a system of restructuring wages and for 
some of us enduring exploitation to make up for the loop.
Ranking 27th, Lower five, a time for the nation to realize, status quote can be no more for 
the circle is full and it has closed.
The future is your vote like a Clef Sign on the staff and the rest will flow like a great 
symphony from the past  , yet to be numbered because it’s not the last and the people’s 
opera will take the stage…we will restore the two decade old history page.
To participate, to live, to fight for the already established route, come one, join all, rally 
and acknowledge your rights. 

Copyright@2010by Carrie M. Love-atkins



 


 



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poem

rest in peace?


they ordered him to kill 
several men
- and gave him several medals
when he decided
love another man
- gave him several stabs





from Baba de Moço, second edition, 2012.


Details | Ballad | |

Lakbay Lansangan

Halika nga muna binibini!
Sa aking mga braso'y kumapit kang maigi,
maglakbay tayo sa masalimuot na realidad,
tuklasin natin ang hiwaga ng lansangan,
pero'y huwag kang kukurap baka ika'y madukutan.

Masdan mo si mang Pedro sa gilid ng estero,
dati'y nakibaka rin sa People's Power noong 1986,
nagtiwala sa pangakong kaunlaran at pagbabago,
hanggang ngayo'y  barong-barong ang tinitirhan,
maralita at lagi pa ring ginugutom.

Ang masikip na eskinitang iya'y stambayan ng magandang si Milagrosa,
sa kadilima'y nakikipag-digma sa hanap-buhay,
nakipag-buno sa mga militar noong Edsa 2,
dala ang pulang bandila ng rebolusyon,
akala'y mapigilan ang kurapsyon,
subalit ay lalong tumindi at lumaganap pa ng lubusan,
hanggang ngayo'y lugmok pa rin siya sa kahiarapan,
naka-lubog ang kaluluwa sa nakaka-baliw na kawalan,
napilitang lumipad ng mababa,
sa putik ng prostitusyo'y dumapo.

Kung mangyari lamang ay batakin mo ang iyong pantalon,
baka ika'y mabasa,
umapaw na naman ang tubig sa kanal,
huwag kang mahimatay sa nakakasukang baho nito,
dulot ng matinding pangungurakot sa kaban ng bayan,
mga imburnal ay nagkagiba-giba na.

Huminahon ka't magbuntong-hininga,
ito's pagaalog-alog lamang,
hayaan mo,
kalsadang lubak-lubak,
sa iyong kamalayan ay mabubura din,
putok na putok sa mga balita,
tila'y bomba atomika,
pondo nito'y ginamit ng alkalde noong nakaraang eleksyon.

Oo nga pala,
isipan ko'y nakatisod ng isang ala-ala,
naitanong mo kanina,
iya'y burol ni aling Juana,
sa gitna ng lansangan ay bantog na tsismosa,
magaling magpa-away ng kapuwa,
kaya napaslang kanina.

Lumingon ka't mga mata'y buksan,
iya'y pansitan ni mang Chua,
tanyag na mangangalakal ng mga droga,
nagpupuslit ng mga pekeng gamot mula Tsina,
halimuyak niya'y abot hanggang sa palasyo ng Malakanyang,
malaking halaga ng salapi ang ibinibigay bilang pampadulas
sa mga buteteng pulitiko,
buong bayan ay inilalagay sa masaklap na sakuna.

Binibini,
tahan na sa pag-iiyak sa harap ng puntod ng kalupitan,
ito ay nakakamatay na bangungot,
balang araw ang mapapaslang ay ikaw,
manindigan at huwag gumapang,
boses mo'y taasan,
isigaw sa mga tengang bingi ang harapang
pandudugas,
pukawin ang bayang natutulog sa mahimbing na panlilinlang,
buksan ang mga matang nabubulag sa lason ng mga pangakong
napapako,
pagbabago ay makakamtan din.



Details | Verse | |

economic dilemma --- roundelet

economic
fear overwhelms  hearts with distress.

economic
boom--congress promise the public.

yet their debates often digress
to issues that are rather less 
economic.


Details | Rhyme | |

Dreams Away

What is the state of our world today?
Are you feeling any of this disarray?
Does everything seem to be so astray?
Can all of us work in unison someday?
Will we look to see every better way?
How might love be knowing it to stay?
When does life reach beyond each day?
Who has the mind to take dreams away?


Details | Rhyme | |

Downfall

Spewing forth contention
All ignorance to compel
Obstreperous yet dastardly
the politicians quell
Negection of poverty
within its own society
Unbalancing the scales of 
a nations sovereignty
Execration of innocence
A new age policy
A xenophobic corpulace
of mass conspiracy
Many masks of one shall bare
the fruits through others gains
Bleeding dry good ethics and
leaving honesty in bane
Replacing it with seething spite
Now a flag bloodstained
Disconsolation through mans indignation
Predictions of plight into subjugation
Resulting in a death of a nation!!!


Details | Rhyme | |

Hey Mr Universe

Hey Mr. Universe

Hey Mr Universe, My Heart is so sad, Has everyone in this world gone mad!
So much destruction all over the nation, Whole countries suffering Death and Starvation.
What has happened to cause all this pain?That people kill for power and gain.

A human life was once a precious gift, But the world’s leaders are causing a rift,
Amongst their own people, amongst their own kin, When will they realise to kill is a sin.
Despair and hunger go hand in hand, What happened to tilling, and feeding by hand,
Not drilling for oil, Or killing for spoil.

Where can it lead? There are people to feed, 
but no! They want power, Don’t they know poor people cower,
Down to extremists, religion, dictators, Where’s all this damage going to take us?

Nature will fight back, she knows she is owed, Floods, earthquakes, tsunamis, Volcanoes ready to explode.
Each country has suffered, but people look away, Some try to help, but sometimes there’s no way.
We all once were brothers, not separate, not others.
Something terrible’s happened for life to be lessened.

Taken for granted, rich people play, Whilst poor people shrink into nothing each day.
What does the future hold for us all? If we ignore all the signals, we’ll all surely fall,
The balance is threatened, so called progression, We worry each day and talk of recession.
Whilst elsewhere it seems there is deliberate ferocity, Killing and maiming just two such atrocity’s.
Dignified people these nations once were, Now only murder and genocide occur,

What must they think of their fellow man, Letting their children die while they can,
Do something to help them, there must be a way, Help us, please help us do something today.
Before Mr. Universe looks down on us all, And tells us and shows us, we’re all going to fall,

The rich and the famous, the mighty, the poor, Will anyone be here after the mighty core,
Has exploded, imploded, and waged its own war, Upon mankind as a whole, the great Gaia takes its toll,
Ferocious anger will be released, no humans able to stop this mighty beast,
Save our people, before it’s too late, Help us to save them and all will abate!  



Details | Villanelle | |

Quakers on Pacifism

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war,

Or to refuse to stuff one’s face with meat.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore

 

By definition.  It’s not like before.

These things are individual.  We can cheat.

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war.

 

We cannot break an invisible law.

We rubbed it out, you see.  I should repeat:

Quakers are not pacifists anymore.

 

Some are.  Some aren’t.  There’s nothing we stand for.

We can have bacon, toast or Shredded Wheat.

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war – 

 

To be vegetarian, vegan or

In any way, restrict what one may eat.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore.

 

This, Friends, is the conclusion we must draw – 

Won’t vote on this; we might just face defeat:

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore. 


Details | I do not know? | |

They Left so Abruptly

They Left so Abruptly

(for the countless South Africans, of all colours, who dedicated their lives for freedom and democracy)

the valiant ones
countless
many known
many more nameless

the truest sons and singers
husbands and poets
lovers and wives
daughters and farmers
workers and sisters
brothers and friends

they left so abruptly
with quiet pride
steely courage
gentle dignity

they left so abruptly
leaving us our tomorrows
brighter
hopeful
filled with promise

they left so abruptly
so that we may breathe
the breath of liberty
the air of freedom
the warmth of justice

they left so abruptly
leaving with us their parting gift

freedom
inkululeko
swatantrata
liberte
azadi
vhudilangi
libertad

they left so abruptly
yet we remember them all
today
in the days that slipped away
and in the many more that we await

they left so abruptly
yet they remain
hewed into our memories
etched in our consciences
engraved in our hearts
they left so abruptly
and yet they endure
with us
within us
now and forever more


Details | Free verse | |

Visa Walls

                                                                              

A repetitive stamp on a passport
can expedite our joyous first meeting.
Love spurs a nervous heart
towards a new, unknown life.

Papers collected and shuffled,
we pray for official acceptance.
The gatekeepers eyes penetrate
with suspicious glares of denial.

The bureaucracy divides the masses.
A mother, a brother, a lover
denied access to greater connections.
Mercy is not spoken by the immigration clerk.

Phone calls, email, and goods travel across borders.
People are not granted such freedom.
What is the price to enter the fortress?
Only those with fat bank accounts enter this land.

I would risk prison to touch your warm hands,
clasp your sweet face between my palms,
inhale the tender aroma of your fine silk hair,
graze the soft delicacies of your smooth skin.

Where must we flee to share a moment together?
Free from the interrogations of the government forms.
Is there a place on this globe for lovers?
Where fences give way to fertile orchards.


Details | Rhyme | |

Last Kiss

the blackness of night dawned upon my mind
bringing to light the error of my times
bone white brilliance burning
away the mist with the flame of yearning
the logic of insanity revealed its maze
of western society- Rome in its last days
death rides a wooden horse rocking to and fro
riding unnoticed through the party, were all watching the show
there's fire in the sky just off the horizon
there's fire in the sky a last kiss before dyin'


Details | Ode | |

Sons and Daughters Our Troops

Sons and Daughters
Over there
Sons and Daughters
Dying there
Sons and Daughters
We want them here
Sons and Daughters
They are all our 
Sons and Daughters


Details | Rhyme | |

Trailblazer

Allow me the autonomy
Of innovative spirit
Don’t undermine potential
My purpose, don’t inhibit

Don’t hinder my endeavors
Nor interrupt progression
Be mindful of my right
To meaningful expression

Don’t try to nail my wings
Unjustly to the floor
Don’t stifle my ambition
I earnestly implore

Through fiery determination
I’ll pursue my intuition
With acute awareness
I'll inspire new tradition

Though the odds be great
Against what I believe
Through blazing perseverance
The impossible I’ll achieve

Camille Rose Castillo 2011



Camille Rose Castillo 2011

In recognition of all those throughout history who relentlessly pursued their goals in spite of overwhelming academic, social or professional opposition and oppression. 





Details | Free verse | |

No Time for Art

There is no time for art
Where bullets fly
And screams of fear replace song
Even the birds are quiet
But to an artist, this is an ever evolving gallery
Where the shells, explosions, fires and bullets
By the craters, bullets holes and charred buildings
Become one abstract sculpture
Carved by destruction
As if to say
The soldier is an artist
Who paints in blood
And war itself, is art.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Want to Walk with You

I Want to Walk with You
 
I want to walk with you with our heads held high
Never cowering, never with heads bowed
With our feet on this blessed soil, and our dreams reaching for the sky
 
Dreams of simple joys and of peace and of mirth
For all our fellow travelers on this delightful earth
 
Dreams not of wealth or of positions of high standing or of mighty power
Simple dreams of a walk in the aftermath of a Johannesburg evening rain-shower
 
Dreams of bread and water and dignity and shelter and clothes for all
Dreams where all fellow travelers may together walk this earth proud and tall
 
I want to walk with you, my fellow traveler, with our heads held high
Never pandering to power, never silent in the face of its abuse
Always firm in our convictions that we can all make peace if we only try
 
If we try to stop and think and sometimes not to look the other way
If we practice what our different creeds really teach, we will surely see that day
 
When we all, fellow travelers may walk with our heads held high
Never cowering, never with our heads bowed
With our feet on this blessed soil, and our collective dreams reaching for the sky
 
Call me silly, call me naive, call me hopeless, and if you must, call me weak
But is this not the common good that our different creeds and cultures all seek?
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Right to Knowledge

Dare to question madness 
Valiant, ever courageous 
Interrogate absurdity 
What you find vexatious 

Never refuse to face 
Unyielding resistance 
Stay true to your beliefs 
Remain ever consistent 

If there is a price to pay 
For the right of knowledge 
And the use of that thereof 
Say no to mental bondage 

What truly does define 
Collection of the facts 
Information that you gather 
And how it does impact 

Is unrelenting bravery 
In the face of adversity 
At whatever cost to you 
Refusing intellectual depravity 

Does pride have a scholar 
Possessing an education 
A wealth of information 
Yet lacking determination? 

To who do we really owe 
Development and progress 
Corrections of miscalculations 
And errors now behind us? 

The ones who stood firm 
And fixed in their direction 
Unswayed by obstruction 
Deserving of reflection 

Those we often praise 
The ones we often admire 
Are those who've attained 
Achievement of desires 




Camille Rose Castillo 2011


Inspired by: Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed 




Details | Rhyme | |

Global Inequity

Let's acknowledge the reality
Of caustic global inequity
Let's look injustice in the eye
And carefully plot its demise

Let's rise ever trenchant
Unwavering and consistent
Let's lay to rest disparity
For the sake of all humanity 

~Camille Rose Castillo 2011


Details | Ode | |

Untitled #237 / Or

Or is he heartless?


Details | Free verse | |

Extreme Capitalism

See that man?
Who barks to obey him with his eyebrows arched
while his dog
pukes over your bright-eyed shoes?
See that woman?
Fair mother of the young in her four-by-four who
would sooner strike your 
siblings than be late for zumba class again?
See that man?
Polished like a diamond, whose teeth gleam 
as he gobbles up your savings 
with a satisfying grin for his own rainy day. 
See that boy?
That girl?
Texting and tweeting and spitting and bleeping 
but not thinking
anymore-
because everything is on Google.
See this as normal?
See us?
Everyday life spiralling into a state of extreme
self – no-one exists: but one.
Not you; not him; not us.
I.
Welcome ladies and gentlemen of the East to our Wild West, where
you will die alone - 
in a green desert of greed.


Details | Lyric | |

Baby Soldier (Ethnic Cleansing)

Someone tell me where we are

not all that close, not all that far

Marching feet and distant drums

but I can't see where they come from..

Baby Soldier with angry eyes

filling empty space with hate

for fat old men made fat on lies

it's not your fault..........it's just your fate

Baby soldier

Slaughter in the market place

You heard their cries, you saw their face

How then can you sleep at night?

How dare you say, "everything alright"

Baby soldiers with empty eyes

empty minds refilled with hate

for fat old men made fat on lies

while baby soldier licks the plate

Baby soldier

Dancing in a rain of fire

Just one more death for your empire

but baby soldier dies alone

his soul is gone his heart is stone

Baby soldier with empty eyes

filling empty space with hate

for fat old men made fat on lies

It's not your fault It's just your fate

Baby soldier

Baby soldier lay it down

the crops won't grow in blood soaked ground

but baby soldier cannot hear

above the sound of hate and fear

baby soldier with angry eyes

feeding on their hate and fear

while fat old men get fat on lies


everyone dies that's why you're here

Baby soldier

Someone tell me where we are

not all that close not all that far.


Details | Rhyme | |

Zimbabwe

Zimbabwe we hear your country screaming
We're powerless to help you you're at the mercy of a party thats murderous and 
scheming
Robert Mugabe and his thugs the Zanu PF
They deny you free elections instead they dole out death
The world see's your pain but hears only one mans voice
Your human rights violated he's taken away your freedom of choice
The United Nation's and the peacekeepers won't intercede in this mess
If it was me that was in power and the balance i could redress
It would'nt take an army
6 men
3 letters
S.A.S


Details | Senryu | |

So Predictable

so predictable:
political maneuvers
by the left and right


Details | Verse | |

Politicians' Love Affairs

Politicians' love affairs.

What do they tell us?

Vote for them?


Details | Free verse | |

Diversity

Diversity
I was born out of a number,
Faces defining my world,
and I've always been inclined to cumber
the distress I witness at this berth
against the figure.

Yes, the figure that is and is not,
because I have no culture, no heart, nor home.
I am something light tricks to be, an illusion of diversity,
the colour of your teething bone,
the greatest profanity
being humanity,
I am much less-the unfortunate- the unknown.

Words are nothing without your lips,
and spite can't see without some tongue.
So being human cannot reason
without some puncture to the lung.

If there is a God he is not here,
the reliance of invisibility
is one to me
an unintelligibly cowardliness of fear.
You want the air, to take care of what you said was your own will.
You want new souls to suffer for an ancient bill.
You want me to stand and say I am sorry for something I haven't done,
when you're the one,
who is ticking the times tables incorrectly.

Today will be tomorrow and soon after the great past,
If you don't want history
to be seeded in misery
then you should stand out and make it last.

I was born out of a number,
mathematically spiralled into life,
and so far I still find it a struggle
to understand the joy of waking.

To be born is to be alone,
To live is to be surrounded,
To die is to be free,
but for that you must work first.

And I don't barter with this curse,
if there is nothing- I may as well exist a little first.
But what I can't compose is how I see these faces,
where others separate by numbers, words and races,
I only see one in the mirror:

human.


Details | Rhyme | |

Bedevil the devilish powers!

Rumours and chaos, cities made a battle ground
Killing innocent ones, with a bedevil mind around

Why not we unite to eradicate corruption in minds
Bedevil the politics beholders and their devilish kinds

Times is raising an alarm for education to decide
To go for right or still let the world wear piteous sight

Poets and artists create to listen the deep said words
What will eternally reside will be stories of true swords

Bedevil each devil who pretends Holy wearing white
Let our souls rule wake up to enlighten with blissful light!



Details | Narrative | |

THE UNIONS : one for all and all for one

before labor unions came into existence businesses were run like monarchies
where those in positions of power treated the workers atrociously
no sick days, no overtime, no vactions and no minimum wage
and some work place conditions were worse than an animal's cage

but throught the grace of God and American ingenuity
the laborers joined together and the unions came to be
organized for the advancement of the shared interest of the work force
a confederation of laborers who at one time had no recourse
fired without cause, no work injury compensation and hardly a lunch hour
but with the labor unions now in place the workers have a measure of power
bargaining for health insurance and decent salaries
negotiating for better conditions and job security

thank God for the unions as collectively we band
one for all and all for one, united we now stand


Details | Rhyme | |

Our politicians

Our Politicians
They speak like politicians
And hold a great ambition.
They think they are right
And same speech they recite.
They always gather for a bite
Deciding who should start the fight.
All have their own stations
To be the victims of cremation.
They gather their own crowd
Who cheer and clap to any sound.
They think they are right
Only here for a bite.
They speak like Aristo
And act like Montecristo!
They smoke big cigars
And all drive tinted cars.
They dress in glitter
And all have Twitter.
They act so polite
But hardly can write.
Always in action
Only during the election.
To make a collection
Or a connection.
O What a time you feel like 
Committing a crime.

For a brief background about this poem, pls, read the poem (Beirut).


Details | Rhyme | |

Tottenham to Toxteth

Let loose the whip
and tighten the lip
with its reasons for humble cause.

And I'm alight in darkened entries
shrugging my shoulders to warm
my picked pockets with another's
shoes.

Burning down the towered clouds
for the gas chamber streets,
why burn the bills
whilst flesh is still flamable?

And the crier rang out silently.
Could only make out the action,
of something she was trying desperately
the reasons of the destraction.

"You're too blind to make out colours
which have mixed to make brown.
Just a human illusion
of light under cover of sound."

The cobbles are disrupted
and yet its just another cup of tea
to watch on with, pathetically.


Details | I do not know? | |

Blasphemy

Blasphemy

The caustic tongues of the evangelists,
Across all creeds and faiths,
Seem as brittle as an old bone.

For they promise heaven and they spew forth threats of hell
While neglecting the words of that man who walked in Galilee

'let him who is without sin, cast the first stone'

the caustic tongues of the evangelists...

across all religions
new-age and the ones of old
baffle me even as I hear
a single simplistic sermon

for they really do, view us all
as blind imbeciles
scurrying around like faithless vermin


the caustic tongues of the evangelists...

wag on and dazzle us with visions of an eternal paradise
while here and now
their hypocrisy festers
within their earnest
well-meaning eyes...


'...dil mein hai khwaaish-e-hoor-o-jannat
aur zaahir mein shauk-e-ibaadat
bas hamen sheikh-ji aap jaise
allah-waalon se allah bachaaye...'


'...in your heart you desire the maidens of heaven
yet in the now you practice the rituals of piety
o' sheikh, may allah protect me
from the people of allah like yourself...'

is my tongue as caustic as the tongues I write about?
if so, then glad am I
for they shouldn't be the only ones
who preach and rant and continually shout

from their pulpits ever so high in the sky
from their hubris of comfort in possessing the 'truth'

from their 'knowing' that heaven or hell
awaits both the strong as well as the meek

while oblivious to the reeking foul smell
that encourages prejudice and hate
and visions not of peace
but of endless chants and prayers

which they, in their opium haze
rattle on and on
as they never seem to cease to speak

and though I’m sure that all this bile that I have spewed
will threaten
hurt
and offend

friend and
unfriend and
acquaintance alike

but...

take pity on me instead
for it'll surely be I
who'll burn eternally
impaled by a benevolent god
on a slightly warmer than normal day in hell

on a crude wooden spike.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Stench of Prejudice

The Stench of Prejudice.
 
When silent prejudice strikes
in living rooms with plumped-up sofas
a quietly insidious venom begins to seep
into the consciousness of the chattering ones as they sleep
 
The beliefs held so true and so deep
appear stripped of all feeling
empty and hollow and without compassion
as the conceit grows in the chests of those with righteous passion
 
the prejudice once firmly entrenched
is worn like a warm and comforting shawl

needing precious little to compound and to mutate
into the doctrines of superiority and of aloofness and of hushed hate

we are all guilty of succumbing to this silent pervasive plague
as we sip martinis and laugh and shovel more food on our heaving plates

and as we slip into pleasantly inebriated moments we dare not care
to smell the stench of hate & prejudice & greed wafting in the cool evening air.


Details | Rhyme | |

Oblivious

I look around me
no one in this world see the way I see.
I live my life without worries
I live carefree
Oblivious to the world
I live in a fantasy
where no one can touch me.
All around me is moving
I stand still and dream.
Dream of a life that is unreal
or so it may seem.
Society is so unforgiving
some might say for this reason
life is not worth living.
Who cares what society believes of me
I am free to live my fantasy.
Life is so much better
when you don't realize 
how unfair this world can be.
Mothers just trying to provide and dying on the streets.
What kind of world do we live in today
This world is evil
and must change somehow someway.
So until that day
I can live my fantasy
and believe that this world is better 
than what my eyes see.


Details | Free verse | |

Crazy White Girls

Free Spirits,
Marching to the beat
of their own drums,
crossing the color lines,
creating hysteria in their
priviledged homes,

Crazy White Girls,
view the world as
their oyster,
Exploring worlds
unknown,

Unhappy with their
pale existence,
they seek comfort
in the sun,
becoming darker
than raisins to
get their groove on,

Artful at being perfect
and on the cutting edge,
The crazier their lives,
the more they seek to
take control, 

The naysayers criticize
their verve for life,
and their courage to
be bold. 


Details | I do not know? | |

MLK - 1929 - 1968

MLK...
(January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)


they shot you down
all those years ago

but

your dream lives on
and always will

for though much has been
gained since you dreamed
your dream

there is much to fight for
and much more to struggle for

and much, much more
to fight for still

so
your dream resounds in
our hearts and we pledge 
this to you today
for though they shot you down
all those years ago on a memphis day
we shall overcome
this we do believe
deep in our hearts
that
we shall overcome
someday...


(for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)


Details | Free verse | |

Contained Thinkers

Contained Thinkers

Media instruction
Teaching us morals
Unfolding our ethics
What to wear
What to eat
Leading us around like faceless meat
Showing us what’s right and wrong
What’s beauty define ugliness
How to be
These are lies you see
Locking us in our cage
We will run and buy your lies
Take advantage of us 
Until we die
We were born 
To understand slavery
We accept 
A life without freedom
Where are the philosophers
Where have they gone?
We will not grow
We will not progress
If free thinkers
Philosopher’s minds
Are all locked up
Blinded by the American Dream
Promises of hope and change
We do not challenge
We do not try
Comfortable within their lies

By: Tim Lundmark


Details | Rhyme | |

A Monarch Asks

Will you decide to stand with me?
When I demand this world?
Support the future that I see?
Salute my flag unfurled?
Direct my troops in peace and war?
Defend my life with yours?
Follow orders that you abhor?
Find spies within the corps?
Advise wisely without error?
Arise to each challenge?
Only to be Coffin Bearer,
once fools achieve revenge?


Details | Prose Poetry | |

LOVE ON DEATH LINE

I have not eaten today,
But my heart is filled
Not hungry of affection.
I had a fill of you last night
A fill of you for a life time

All around us are walking corpses
Corpses of political disregard
Humans of no nations
Even when they are bona-fide citizens
Your blood and mine flows in them

The government abhors the poor
Feeds them with empty promises
Shoves them through the door
They pay the bills
For social amenities they can’t find
Pay taxes for their castles 
Government built in the air
But we know their ancestors
Filthy dogs eating from the king’s crumbs
No; Lets not unknot the knot
Soon a messiah might heed us

In heaven’s book of life,
I heard the poor names are there
In here’s book of life
It is deleted.
Thus, in your head,
Lays your kingdom and glory 
Get rich or die trying
Or; be their poor and keep sulking.

Well, like them I saw… 
I have not eaten
Flesh gone weak to skeleton
Nevertheless, 
The solitude of love within
Keeps me living; I am breathing
But I am moving,
Towards your direction
I see your beam

I feel new
When I see you
From my heart 
Seeps through the rays of the sun
Its fun; this love on death line
We survived the genocide
We survived the war
We survived love
We survived us
I love you too.

This poem is dedicated to the abused tribes of Rwanda and Nigeria during their respective civil wars resulting in near human annihilation. Though time has passed, we still feel your pains chilling our bones. The survivors.


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Rebel Soldier Going To Their Post Of Nowhere

Rebel Soldier Going To Their Post Of Nowhere

The sling gun, 
On the shoulder, 
So thin, 
So frail, 
Green tee shirt, 
Hug the lean body, 
Under the bushes, 
They walked, 
Ignoring the mud river, 
The orange ball, 
Seem to fade with the darken sky, 
Beam mutely, 
On the poor brown soil, 
Gray grass, 
Above the knee, 
Tickled the sole, 
Of the frighten rebels, 
That they smile, 
Wind so strong, 
Pungent, 
Dead cancer of corrupt republic, 
A b-plane, 
Just passed, 
That boy, 
Made an act of shooting, 
The bird in the sky, 
They laughed, 
It banked, 
Already on the foggy, 
Blue mountain. 


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Political Corruption

Partisanship hinders compromise
Oblivious voters put cronies into power
Likeability trumps substance
Idiotic commentators bicker
Tension builds amongst the people
Idealouges pollute the system
Charming individuals manipulate
Society falls apart


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This Thanksgiving Day


During this time known as Thanksgiving Day. I hope you'll give thanks and pray. A prayer of thanks for everything God has given. He has blessed us in the way we've been livin'! Our country is blessed like no other. God has supplied our "bread and butter." He's given us the freedom, we've all enjoyed. Be thankful for your food, home and being employed. For those who've endured hardship... Thank God too! It's no secret how much he loves YOU! We find in the Bible... God clearly said; "I've never seen the righteous forsaken, Nor their children begging for bread." Thanks be to Jesus, for his love, mercy and grace. And for making my heart, "his special place." I am blessed and thankful to Jesus indeed. He's given me salvation and supplies my every need. I thank God for this special day in November. Thanksgiving is a day... I will always remember! By Jim Pemberton


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Sanguinary Lord

A severe façade of loving tolerance Dipped in an argentine semblance The Consuls of The Cross Weaving a sweven of Welkin Where the checkered ones Are never allowed Their souls cast into the flames Of a greater decay The never ending pit Of eternal torment You turn the other cheek The one that wields the clandestine dagger The dreams of being free grow lighter and light The truth is shrouded by sister-Night Clinging onto existence Never eluding the resistance I will never adhere To your Sanguinary Lord Bestowing The Crusader’s reign Against the sand and the desert’s wane Barraging him over the frame In desperation to appease Screaming and shouting I will wash away your sins Decadence of the ones to throw the stones The ones to enforce the book Has left your lies dry and ready to die No more tears are left to cry No more screams are left to scream No More blood to be split No more graves to be dug


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Can You Help Me I'm Lost

lost and weary soles
looking for their better half
at Auschwitz bone yard


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To My Dad On This Father's Day

Lord, during this Father's day, I’m so glad…
For giving to me such a special dad!

He’s been very thoughtful and kind!
Fathers like him are very hard to find!

I remember growing up with my brothers…
He was special to us, like “no other!”

As a young boy, he taught me God’s ways.
And I’ve kept it throughout my days!

I’ve often sought his advice and counsel…
Especially when life 
was looking “awful!”

He was there to give support
 the best he could...
Trying to help the best way
 he understood.

I suppose now that I’m growing old…
I’m remembering more things that my dad told!

“My father is one in a million.”
 Is what I believe.!
Many blessing from him
 I have received!

May the blessings of God daily surround him!
I’m so thankful that my mother found him!

Thank you Lord for giving to me a dad like this!
May his days ahead be happy
 and blessed!

By Jim Pemberton


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The Crow

In Lost Thoughts of an abandoned park
where swings were never swung
where rusted grass grew to the sun
and the only existence that boarded the merry-go-round was the cold wind of may.
It was vacant, where his eyes crept with the yellow of apathetic strangers,
Constantly Surrounded by the old Mary Jane,
He could complain
but these concrete shoes fit so well.
There they sat,All the respected men
under pretences of happiness, family and bliss
while deceit filled quiet emptiness.
But society's betrayal occupied many pews that day
whilst pieces of the crow flew in with the sly wind.
Scrunched tissues were dry and eyes still held composure
What Demon lies in such aesthetic mahogany?
that all who appeared in black, showed no emotion
and in the centre of broken snickering
the pinnacles sit, with their polished nails and untouchable fabric.
and out by the Idle river, the lost legacy dances alone.


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Question

Why didn’t you say something
as your eyes bathed him in malcontent
drowning truth with your silence
too disgusted to vent
You walked right past him
like a stranger in a crowd
immune to his excuses
lying in shroud
Was his face worn by guilt
or just weary for love
reaching for compassion
bruised by your shadow above
Did he hurt you
like so many had before
demeaning you with his presence
unworthy of yours
Did he apologize
that fateful day at your feet
begging for your forgiveness
because he’s homeless in the streets


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The Truth About Paradise

I used to think we lived in a world
With nothing at all to fear.
I used to believe we lived in a land
So perfectly crystal clear.
Away from sadness, away from anger,
Away from the clutches of hate.
I used to be full of innocence
Back when I was eight.
Now my best friends are both anorexic
And one's been raped four times.
And that girl who's aunt and uncle beat her?
She's a friend of mine.
I know a boy whose mother uses
His disabilities and disorders
To abuse him without touching him
In ways not against the law.
And his stepfather helps her do this to him
Because he's far too much in love
To realize that what they're doing
Is just morally wrong.
I have a friend who's terrified
For her father's life
Because she never knows when she'll find
That he's been killed in the strife.
It's a war of many, a war of hate,
And, sadly, for some people, fun,
And the only thing harder than being a soldier,
I've found, is loving one.
But no matter how many times people say
That they're glad there's only one war
There are many unacknowledged wars.
Just walk through your own front door.
I used to think our world was
A wonderful paradise.
Now I see that there's far too much
That's covered up in life.


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Respect For Liberty

Liberty is a woman, hard to be held.

To the fearful, timid man, her flesh seems cold.

It's hard for them to live, where no rules are spelled.

Her body yearns, for the just,  faithful and bold.

Killing her, they betray family and friends.

Marching shamefully with today's fleeting trends.

Oh Liberty! Liberty!  Where have you gone?

Patriots respect liberty with swords drawn.


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Theatrics of American Justice

Welcome to system theatrics
An assembly of unjust antics
Where deception is no exception
Where justice meets apprehension

Welcome to a system failing
Its sole focus, rampant jailing
Is there hope for intervention
Or remedy for this convention?

Lady Justice, distressed and wailing
Crying out in constant ailing
Held hostage and kept hidden
She's helpless and overridden

Acknowledging the disparity
And lack of human integrity
Witnessing social disruption
And god-forsaken corruption

Mindful and careful direction
Rightness and moral correction
Is what our system needs
It’s what true justice pleads

Camille Rose Castillo 2011


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If you think you know me, think again

  
It is not a knowledge based judgement when stereotyping is your research. 

It is a judgement off of broad and unclear definitions (labels) made up by "people in power" to oppress diversity. 

So before you make judgments off of discriminatory facts, remember; I believe half the truth is equivalent to the whole lie.

 Therefore, if your basing what you perceive you know of me by broad and unclear labels, it is a complete and utter lie to say you know my kind. (Shyne930)


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Holocaust

So discreet the deceit is complete.
In the street no one knows how it goes
till it shows, way too late, no debate.
Sealed our fate with a pen and men.

They would come for some in the slum,
Playing dumb, we defend not a friend.
In the end no one’s here, shed a tear
to fear, when it’s you in view.

Train ride to genocide, go inside,
bodies fried, tombs to share the stinking air,
bones are bare, burnt skin sags in body bags,
soldier gags, guts spill, vultures fill.

A case the human race can’t face,
in a place close to war, the whore.
The infected sore on our back we attack
till we crack, giving in to the sin.


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Cottons Southern Man

More than a man, the south made.
Black and white, south one started, 
great oaks refused no man a child
to hang about it, call dark christmas.
Hallow was a name, old now hollow.
Stigma inside wears grey cotton
memories, alive die uncompensated.
Here, electricity has that sick sweet  
smell about it, as if it were once alive.
While morality, debates in pockets 
of isolated votes packed together.

Is It Poetry


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Invisible Chains


When you think your alone I’m actually there. . taking away your freedom and your not even aware.

Its better this way with you not knowing, as if our true face was to show, well that would be the end of the plan as we know.

So do us a favour and keep working your 9-5 watching our T.V thinking you’re alive.

The truth of it all is we run this show and even if we told you no better people would know! 

As most aren’t wise they do as there told, makes them feel secure. . Its psychology of old, an as we both know sheep do not lead  . . but follow!


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Jesus MUST Be Our Foundation

All across this great nation..… It seems we lack a solid foundation! As God is tossed out of government and schools. It seems like just about anything rules! Even a symbol of a cross seems to offend. “How dare we call God a friend?” Where are the Godly principles this nation needs? As the heart of this nation continually bleeds. Not many seem to care anymore. As more ungodliness comes ashore! No wonder many people don't know what to believe. A lifestyle of lying, drugs and sex is what they achieve. In many lives, there’s no "moral boundary." Many carrying a lot of "dirty laundry." To those of you who want satisfaction and victory too... There is a "moral compass" that's freely offered to you! This "moral compass," is God's word!. it’s needed in this nation! It speaks of God’s love and his gift of salvation! If you find life is filled with emptiness, with no true meaning. It's in the direction of Jesus that you need to be leaning! You don't have to live in despair and defeat! Jesus' grace and love will make you complete! By Jim Pemberton


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I Hate Hoodrats

I hate hoodrats,
To me they are no match.
I hate them with the passion.
I always prayed in the hood,
As a child, that when I got
Grown I would go buck wild
Beating anyone their backend mass,
Because they are low class,
They make sure that the strong,
Black family existence is a thing 
Of the past. I hate their food stamp
Selling, never excelling, treacherous
Trashy tails. They are sell-outs,
Because they let the government
Bail them out and enslave them,
Our men, and beautiful children
They are hindering progress of the future.
I wish that there were sharp-shooters,
That would zap all of them in the back of,
Their red, orange, purple, and blue hair.
They walk around without a care,
In the world. They are lost souls.
Sold out to Satan wrecking the Black nation.
They cause other strong Black women from
The hood that have a little success, a whole
Life of professional distress. I hope one day one
Hoodrat would understand, that they are part
Of Satan’s plan to rob, kill, and destroy, all
Of the little black girls and boys, and most 
Of all killing the men, while causing who to win?
Satan. One day I will get enough Godly strength
To pray for them instead of physically slapping the
Hell out of them. I through prayer will slam Satan’s 
Silliness out of them, but for right now as I work the
Plow and get enough knowhow. Just shame, shame , 
Shame, shame, on all of the hoodrats’ hellified names.



Defend the poor and fatherless: do justice to the afflicted and needy. Deliver the poor and 
needy: rid them out of the hand of the wicked." Though this seems to be directed at other 
gods, it is good advice for humans as well. Psalm 82:3-4

Wealth obtained by fraud dwindles, but the one who gathers by labor increases it. Proverbs 
13:11


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Untitled #318 / The uniter

“I’m a uniter,
not a divider”
Hah! He unites Americans
in their contempt of him!


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The skinny moneyed man returns

Mocking the rest of utopians,possesed of diathermy
the skinny moneyed man is vaccinated with noisy triumph.
He is going to massacre thousand souls again.
Fear came upon us with a smile of understanding
and drones decided to stay in concealment for months.

Nothing hurts like the truth gnawed by mice
as the despicable events stirred me to pity.
I cut my hair very closely but there was such a jam,
that i couldn't get in.
He tried to obscure the issue but his reason was clouded by hatred.

He squandered his money on idle pleasures,
"iam sorry if i have offended you",
made the punishement fit the crime
"here's a toast to our success",
using the sponge of sodomy.

The air seemed vibrant with the sweltering heat,
as the sphinxs of misery made my egoism full of vigilance
Skinny now holding a bag for me,trying to redeem
my sins.


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you can't have a security company without having security guards

you can't have a security company without having security guards
for it's those dedicated men and women who are the company's heart
how many vice presidents do you need who only sit in meetings?
how many receptionists are required to answer the phones and give greetings?
how is that the secretaries get a paid vacation every years?
but the security officers only get the blood, the sweat and the tears

divaism, nepotism and favoritism are the current trends
it's not about how well you do your job but who are your friends
bump schedules, no sick days and no paid lunch hours
it's time for us to unite and start exercising our power

we need to come together in cohesiveness
and show them that we won't settle for anything less
to be treated with respect, to be treated like human beings
for the company to show some empathy and not the disdain we keep seeing
we're not asking for a lot, we just want our fair share
for you can't have a security company without the security guards being there


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Here Take My Seat

<                                          Racial      Segregation
                                             One         Nation

                                              Why   Oh   Why
                                              Did   King  Try
                                              

                                              Right   Or   Wrong
                                              Everyone   Belongs

                                        
                                              Black     Or   White
                                              Put        Up   Fight

                                   
                                               Americian    Made
                                               Blood          Gave

                                              


                                                Share        Wealth
                                                Spare        Health


                                                 Rosa         Parks

                                                 She   Did   Bark




Entry For
Adeleke Adeite's
African Attitude

                                               

                                                   

                                                  

                               


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The Quiet Hypocrisy

A Rant – The Quiet Hypocrisy


it seeps in through gradual osmosis

and soon is ingrained in pliant minds

it mutates and thrives in tunnels of vision

and then is fused into the fiber of unreason

the quiet hypocrisy that drips of the tongues

spouting broken words of unfathomable callousness

the mutilated reeking carcass of cynicism

obscured by the veneer of polished discourse

stinks of inaction and of insipid rationalization

the probing and prodding and splintering of each thought

curdles the shallow layer of feeling

interring the basic simple and only humanity

that is gleefully ripped into isolated fragments

the quiet hypocrisy of battles fought and of causes embraced

is plain to see in the faces of the earnest

as they cling onto their bitter loathsome prejudices

whilst buying redemption under a placard of well-meaning

the quiet hypocrisy of these selective battles waged under the flimsy pretense of caring

stinks to the highest heaven promised in mantras and duas and prayers and chants

as the spectacle of the apartheid within the mind is worn on each tailored sleeve

the choosing of these battles in the name of faith and clung onto simply because of a common creed

is a pathetic spectacle of segregated thought

buried under the folds of righteous bluster

so before you jump on that bandwagon of indignation because 'your' people are in pain

take a look at the hidden fascism that simmers just below your holier-than-thou sudden spurt of heartfelt rage

for the quiet hypocrisy that is unknowingly imbibed

is apparent for all to behold

for when the 'other' endure the injustice carried out in 'your' peoples' name

you stand mute and silently complicit for your indignation simply melts away

as the quiet hypocrisy that is firmly rooted in you 

exults in pious pretences while 'your' own continue to hate, rape, pillage and slay

it saddens me that so much vitriol drips off my pen in such effervescent times

but I cringe as each moment another quiet hypocrite rants about the despotism of the 'other'

while smiling complacently and smugly and soaking in the quiet hypocrisy of remaining mute about 'my' peoples' own crimes
 


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Tyrant Haiku

The clock's time is off.
Like a capricious tyrant,
my cell is bothered.


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Shining City On A Hill

Republicans keep talking about a Shining City on a Hill, 

Problem is to get in you need a Million Dollar bill, 

They kicked out all the Middle Class and Poor people from the area, and relocated them to a Landfill, 

While everybody,s starving, they up there cooking filet-mignon on the grill, 

wondering what all the fuss is about a little old BP oil spill, 

Excuse me for not enjoying the sight of their Metropolis glowing in the Night!,

 I,m locked out the gate, 

Struggling to survive daily, seems my fate, 

and to top it all off, They do not care of my plight 

and it,s my taxes

 that,s paying for all that Goddamned Light!!!!


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downing street

driving down downtown
  rain dots dancing
                     drooling down
               daydreams dally
                      dancing round
            distance  daunting
                      dipping down
                dewdrops draping
          drenching downdrops dripping
        damping rain
                 drooping down
               driving down around
                                  down town


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God's Definition of Marriage


God designed marriage as the real thing!
Anything less, is what a counterfeit brings!

His concept of one man and woman is very real.
He’s not interested in bowing to “man’s appeal.”

His court of justice rings very loud and clear!
The truth of his word shall NEVER disappear!

You can look in Genesis and it is found!
He created Adam from the dust of the ground!

He designed Eve from one of his ribs!
They were joined together as  both lived!

He didn’t need a constitution to know “their rights.”
He gave them HIS WORD as their guiding light!

Satan has been trying to pervert what God created!
This is a truth.  And need not be debated!

We have cheapened the value of the marriage institution!
And have added needless 
chaos and confusion!

Through the Bible, one husband and wife are taught!
Unless you want to live in Sodom, as did Lot!

Ungodly perversions take many forms and kinds.
And it soon piles up garbage into our minds!

“What God has put together.” 
 “Let no man put asunder.!”
Many ideas of “marriage,” is a total blunder!

One man and one woman is what God ordained in Eden.
It was Adam and Eve.  
Not Adam and Steven!

The choices in life are yours!  And yours alone!
Who is going to be the Lord, of your heart and home?

By Jim Pemberton  


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THESE STATES UNITED - PART II

How someone like you 
 
and me
 
could ever be
 
this forever free

Never say never

Ever
 
Oh say, can you see
 
this valiant righteous fight
 
of the tiny 13
 
against the giant gorgeous gallant might
 
of the Royal Crown
 

into that last gleaming
 
fluorescent
 
effortlessly seeming
 
twilight 
 
as American soldiers fell
 
and died
 
and their women 

and Lady Liberty

rang the bell
 
and cried
 
screaming
 
and the little ones 
 
so sound asleep
 
nestled in their bed
 
so peacefully dreaming
 
whilst their King 

while their King lay dead
 

Hear his deep voice echo over and over in your head
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said

You remember what he said

You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said

You remember what he said

You remember what he said

You remember what he said
 
as you lay there
 
missing and yearning
 
teaching and learning
 
freezing and burning
 
and tossing and turning
 
battledrums slow and become tribal
 
Yes, you too, remembers what he said:
 
"It is impossible to rightly govern a nation without God and the Bible"


 
So trumpeters blew and told 

their story
 
the drumboys rolled
 
out Old Glory
 
My God behold
 
Watch Old Glory
 
so dignified
 
unfold
 
Stars and Stripes 
 
thus signified

an Independence newfound
 

on Sacred, Sacred, Splendid, Sacred, Holy ground
 
Kneeling at ground Zero
 
Never forget
 
My, your, Our forgotten Hero

Ole' Father George pause and take a good look around
 
Ole' Father George steal the stars 
 
just this once

just in between
 
the glare of royal red rockets
 
and hand them to
 
the mighty 13
 
and the red stripes so soaked with blood
 
from our beloved Mother
 
across the pond

Sons no more, oh no, Mother 
 
There isn't any other
 

It’s me now - your new younger brother

Just passing through

the bright white rays of sunlight
 
into the big bold box of navy blue
 
into starry starry nights
 
Ole' Father George, our hopes ignited
 
Your legs so weary
 
Our dreams excited
 
Thank you, Ole' Father George
 
Thank you, God
 
God Bless These States United




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Poverty

Rationing the needs Never to have what they want We must end this now


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Untitled #297 / Ron Paul and the DOE

“By the way, Ron Paul wants
to eliminate the Department of Energy”
“Ah! with that one statement
he has won my vote!”
…
…
…
 “I see… he wants to eliminate
every other cabinet-level department, as well”
“YOU MUST THROW OUT THE BATHWATER
WITH THE EVIL DEMON-CHILD!”


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Graze the presidents

Do you love people, childs, country and world more than your own live?
Than graze presidents and leaders
with heavy knots, strong sticks, iron rods.
Beat them, hart, wound their nice building carcasses,
deform their saturated with rarely ingredients bodies,
reshape their excellent trained torsos
merciless and severe
for their sake and savings and bless of nation.

All presidents and governors look as asses
able to learn and be patient
only through terrible beating and sufferings.
Only after long termed awful treatments
by own awoken people
from generation to generation
their majesties have getting to respect
very slowly and gradually
the human rights, law, justice and other firmaments
of sustained civil society,
stopping for ever
to kill the freedom and opponents,
to dream about live long presidency,
and stealing billion dollars
from the purse of country,
turning the nation
toward the Black Hole of universal corruptions.

So graze presidents and leaders
if you love people and country
and own soul more than your up-to-date living.


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The Inhuman Race

Yearning, wanting, dreams and desires,
Lust in our eyes, burning with fire.
Rebuilding ambition in every man,
Casting aside what we don’t understand.

Taking for granted things oh so small,
Attention to detail no problem at all.
Gain, greed and wealth, wanting so much,
Headlong too eager, always we rush.

Advice never headed, its such a chore,
Arguments, crime, murder and war.
Easing our wanting anyway at all,
Living a riddle without metaphors.

Innocent children turned septic inside,
Witnessing atrocities through uncaring eyes.
Lullabies forgotten, long laid to rest,
Living life in doubt, through the pain we infest.

We don’t cry with meaning, enough any more,
Our reasons are selfish, goodwill’s out the door.
We are strong enough to care, much more than we do,
To make that difference to me, them and you.

The world won’t stop turning; its purpose is to spin,
Time ticking by, we end then begin.
Hurt, pain and suffering we can no longer face,
Brutal beings us, are we proud of our race??

©.L.Kelly


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This Fourth Of July


This 4th Of July To my fellow Americans, during this 4th of July. I have a thought.. . Here's why… When we salute our flag ever so grand. Our country's foundation is sinking in "quicksand." This is because. From God... We're way "off course." Driven by lust, greed and an "immorality force ." Our ungodly government continues to rule. Anything of God has been removed from the school. We hear of "separation of church and state." Anything of God... Many people seem to hate! America! Listen to what this message is about! Everything of God is slowly being taken out! We must return to Jesus!... He gives true freedom indeed!. The truth word of God’s . Our country must read! Living for God is worth the cost! Without HIM... America is forever lost! By Jim Pemberton


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The Final Shout

A hundred times I mention her name in loneliness,
a thousand times I shout her name into the wilderness.
In my wildest dreams and tormenting nightmares I have cried for her,
at life’s every twist and turn I have reached for her.
In the prison’s dark alleys I have searched for her,
in my mother’s womb I must have craved for her.
She is more the image I seek than who she probably can be.

She is someone about whom I have an archive of unwritten poetry…
Though a dream she wakes me with hope;
with twinkling eyes and soothing lips.
She is she and much much more,
her beauty glows as she ages.

When the rope turns its final coil to squeeze that last drop of draining blood,
I’ll smile at the mirage of her vision in full entity and shout her name with all the 
might 
Lo, I shall shout “Freedom!”


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Liberty

L  Liberty is rarely seen among men.

I   It's hard to live a life that is free,

B  Because freedom for those we hate, we must defend,

E  Each one wants freedom, but not for you and me.

R  Respect for others, not just our kin.

T  To let others be, as they want to be.

Y  Yes, they can be a friend.




For the "Worth fighting for" contest


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BOOMERS

They were hippies 
and societal dropouts.
Scholars, poets and 
pot smoking draft dodgers.
Civil right activists,
and anti-war protesters.
Patriots and soldiers
fighting an unpopular war.

Relationships were confused
and marriage became open.
Morality lost meaning and
God  was largely forgotten
except to grape Kool-Aid drinkers.
They liked to “groove”
on a Sunday afternoon
and kids hid under desks
for H-bomb drills.

They were good and bad
and pretty and ugly.
They were raised on Dillon, 
Joplin, Hendrix  and Doors.
Motown was happening 
with The Beach Boys,  Zeplin,
and the Rollin Stones.
Paul Revere had his Raiders,
Love was a Spoonful and
Three Dog was the Night.
The Beatles reigned supreme.
Sullivan was a king maker,
Elvis was a soldier,
and Archie and Meathead
were "All in the Family."

They welcomed the British invasion
and hung out at Woodstock -
sometimes in the nude.
Many were students 
who got high and
routinely cut class.
Most of them were psyche majors
trying to “find themselves?”
LSD was a bad trip 
that many took.
Sex was free 
and there was a lot of it.

They were spoiled, selfish,
lazy and genius.
They grew up late, 
but at least grew up.
They hid their past
and regretted much of it.
They were artistic,clever 
and very  inventive.
They are also to blame for 
much that is wrong.
Many are in denial
and most have regrets.
They were the boomers
of the baby boom generation.




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What is the American Dream

I was 5 years old when I first stepped onto this land of the free America, the place that I heard was the best place to be To live a better life to become better beings To chase the American Dream to provide for our family, the finer things The world tells us wealth and power is the number one But is that what really provides us the happiness at the end of our run? What really is the American Dream? Tainted by our materialistic desires, we believe that worldly success transfers into content But will we really forever be at peace with just these tangibles present? To achieve this American Dream means long hours at work away from our families and friends To hear everyday, “Daddy, will you be able to make my recital?” Or, “Honey, come home early today. Please.” To buy the family hundred dollar Nikes and thousand dollar Louis Vuittons But to have lost the word, “family” in its entirety No, this isn’t my American Dream The media tells us, Just Do It, and we’re all individuals but we’re all part of a movement Pressured by the media to buy what we can’t and to be who we aren’t In a world of rich be rich and poor be poor, We can never be content with just the objects of this world. True moments of happiness occur between family and friends To gain all of the world’s objects is in no comparison to the bond that a family holds To continue this spiritual value against the tangibles that will one day no longer be To earn self-confidence in the goodness of the future generation For this is my American Dream.


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Rambled Wording

Lives are lost
Souls are caught
All because of
one man's plot.

The cries
And pleas 
That pierce through 
The night.

Life planned out before
My birth;
Nothing I could say.

The blood 
Of innocent children
Falls.

His father was
Here before.
He told us
What he had in store.

There is no peace
In this land
Of hope and freedom.


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Rhetoric

Politics is not about sides
To use money for free rides
Say what you may never mean
Transparent and very unseen
Chasing only greenest green
Appearing in seenest scenes
What really drives your day
The truth is running astray
You never can really add up
When you only fill your cup


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Please Heal Our Nation Lord Jesus


Please Heal Our Nation Lord Jesus! It seems like many are influenced by the polls of the day. So many are curious as to what others say. Things that seemed of value, not too many years ago. Have changed the very heart Of this country’s soul. Respect for each other and God has often changed. As the “moral fabric” of this nation is being “rearranged.” A desire to serve God, many feel doesn't belong. Many can’t tell the difference between right and wrong. In spite of what many have tried to achieve. They often don’t really know what they believe. Too often, Godly morals are turned “upside down.” Encouraging a tide of evil, that can easily be found. There’s a lot of heartache happening all over this land. As many are confused and really don’t understand! Our only hope and true solution is God alone! We need to invite him in to our hearts and home! He is what’s needed in the uncertainly ahead. He is our living water and our daily bread! His principles of truth need to be our way of living! His life for our sin and failures, is what he’s giving! Please come Lord Jesus! And accept this invitation! Only you can heal and restore our great nation! By Jim Pemberton


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Vula Amehlo - Zulu for open your eyes

Vula Amehlo (open your eyes)

"Vula Amehlo"is Zulu for "open your eyes"

Vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
though eyes aren’t needed to behold
the flowing tears of those of us, left out in the cold

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
the time to turn your back is long gone
no time now to pander and no time now to fawn

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
we the people are hungry, angry, and our skin is torn
though we say it loudly, unbowed we are, and not forlorn

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
we may be invisible and tucked away far from you
but we are here, still, waiting for the promise of freedom to come true

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
you see us sometimes, though you avert your gaze
come on now, compatriots, awaken from your complacent daze

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
we are the open wound that festers on your ostentatious display
band-aids won’t do anymore, we are here, and we are here to stay

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
as you roll down your windows and toss us some coins, look in our eyes
we are your slumbering consciences, we are the famished proof of your lies

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
forget us not as you tuck your pretty children in, and turn off the lights
we too are the children whose mothers, fathers fought for all our peoples’ rights

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
don’t think that we are bitter and livid for no reason or cause
we have been waiting and waiting, for days and a decade, without any pause

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
vula amehlo
mothers and fathers
vula amehlo
brown and white and all shades of this rainbow so bright
we repeat what we said, we are not going to melt away into the night
vula amehlo
one and all
our patience is being tested from day to day, year to year
we have listened to your promises and we now demand that you hear
vula amehlo
open your eyes
and see us, and hear us clearly, and hear us today
band-aids won’t do anymore, we are here, and we are here to stay

vula amehlo
open your eyes



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Are We Being Driven to God's Elimination


Are We Being Driven to God’s Elimination? In the names of diversity and anti-discrimination. It’s like we’re being driven to God’s elimination! God is being “forced” from many institutions! All in the name of this country’s constitution! We’re told that God and this country must be “separated.” Anything less is what many would call; “discriminated.” Any forms of Godly virtues or values are “torn down.” Any symbol of a cross, is often “removed from the town.” It’s no wonder that this country’s in such a big mess! And yet this country wants to be strong and blessed? “What shall the righteous do if the foundations are destroyed?” Meanwhile, the tide of ungodliness, is often “enjoyed.” Those who are trying to remove God! You must beware! His judgment is soon coming! And will catch you unaware! There’s will come a day! When God’s wrath you will endure! The wages of sin is death! This is very true and sure! People may think that removing God is the “thing to do.” Anyone who attempts to do will wind up as “a fool.” Only God can fill the void in life and true love within! Only he has the power to free your soul from sin! The words; “in God we trust,” in our lives must be applied! Everything we’ll ever need… God has supplied! God is this country’s hope! It’s only true foundation! We need HIM right now! To come and heal our nation! By Jim Pemberton


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Ode To Everything We Take For Granted

We all know what living is
We all had our lives given to us.
On a silver platter, a road for life mapped out for us,
but we aren't always serious
about the people near and dear to us,
because we're usually delirious about the life we take for granted.

When we have roofs over our heads
and sheets on our bed 
then how come on the streets people
are frozen with defeat and have to compete for some food.

How can we watch people's lives fall when they stand against a wall with a sign?
No use at all, praying to god as their pride crumbles.

We watch them stumble with their heads down low and nowhere to go and I think,
Where is the kindness planted?
Why do we take our lives for granted?

How could we stoop so low while we live in houses they have nowhere to go
- couldn't we lend them something...
Oh no, one person could make a difference if they spoke out loud
show their faces to the crowd.
A difference could be made
all of us could be of aid.

So dear reader I hope you see
the message that coming from me
and as I've gone on and almost ranted
Why do we take our lives for granted?!


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Read Earth

Harsh beauty spreading far and wide
Mother's creation by nature's own bride
Iron grain canvas under bright atmosphere
Where arid, baked land meets water cool and clear

Streaming cruel heat reigns over all
Beating down on a land held in subjugating thrall
Parched artistry spreads over miles of land
Rocks, hills and animals, and course shifting sands

Fevered earth burns on an unshod sole
Trees give sparse shade to those who stroll
Along a path, that's been walked by few,
Over millennia past; now awash with soul's residue

Land red with iron and actions abhorred
With laughter and bitterness, with hope deeply stored
A vast stunning world, a back drop so grand
A future and history that's held in the land


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I'm Not A Politician

I’m Not A Politician… There’s one thing that I make no pretention. I’m in no way what you’d call a “politician.” I don’t try to get involved in the “politics of the day.” But I do try to listen to what God has to say! I’m not interested in what numbers the polls will bring. I’d rather trust Jesus, who can take care of everything! The good news, is that the bad news is all wrong! My life with Christ, is where I certainly belong! Christ is my hope and focus! I’d rather believe him! I don’t trust what I watch or hear from the news men! In God’s kingdom there are no politics involved! Every problem facing me.. Christ already solved! I want Jesus to be my life’s focus and attention! May the Holy Spirit guide me into a Godly direction! With Jesus in my heart… I’m joyful and glad! I know I’ll never see him in a political ad! He is and will always be the one that I’ll need! He’s not corrupted by wickedness and greed! No matter how you may believe this world will end! Christ will always be the one you trust and depend! You don’t have to wait for a ballot to come to you! Vote for Jesus today! His presence is all around you! There’s no limit to the terms of life he’s giving! He’ll bless you within and give everlasting living! By Jim Pemberton


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epigram #1

Here lies Lady Truth.
I would not weep so,
were she dead.


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The poor

In congested homes of slums
The poor people live –
No one listens to their grief! 


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The Terrorists

The Muslim terrorists are now across the earth
They want peace prosperity happiness and mirth
Their goal is good but path is wrong
In the misled group they belong
They commit sins in exchange of sins
They mislead even innocent teens
They want to become martyrs 
But they become murderers
They kill guiltless ones in the name of holy war
On Islam’s beautiful face they are like a scar


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Lady Delilah Dow

Action, action! What a commotion!
“What is the latest trend?
Is there going to be an end?”
Lady Dow is trying to deliver
Leaders running to assist her

Oh, it’s a Global Countdown
Yeah, it’s a Global Meltdown

Come on Doctor Bush, make her to push
“We need some stimulus
Package in some dollars”
Come on Doctor Ben Bernanke
Is it only cutting rates?

Stage III, now it’s just got to be!
I can see the hair 
Oh it’s a wig so unfair!
“Its shoulder dystocia, or a flu from Asia!”
Naah, its simply financial inertia!

It’s getting serious, I am curious
It’s gotta be Cesarean
Who is gonna be the Surgeon?
Will Bush gift it to Barak
Will Hillary, McCain or Romney wake luck? 
Huckabee, who will it be?
Oh pain, oh pain! Who is gonna bring the gain?
 


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The Bleeding Flag

The flag lies on the street
Bleeding in the rain

The men shout 
At nothing
About nothing, 
Followed by the fools and dreamers
Whilst the sheep graze on trash

The light dims on the street
A dark tide approaches

People know everything about nothing
And nothing about anything
Waken and live
The prophet calls to a deaf mob

Fighting for nothing
Salvation comes from their reinvention
Though only they decide

The flag, downtrodden by the rain
Honour forgotten
Bleeds

Blue

White

Red

The mob thuds wearily on
Marching to ignorance


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I will rise

I will rise
from the bodies
you threw down
you wasted,
gunning down old men's dreams
and women's smiles.
I will shake the leathery hand of rejection,
and scream blue success,
until you take your last breath
and sink below.
I will earn my drum
and beat it tirelessly. 
I will rise
I will shine
I will concur.


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No Dope Have To Cope

Dope head
      Just read


Medical marijunia
  Many states don't wanna


Flip this bill
     Said it wouldn't heal


Glacoma
     Paranorma


Nausea's
   Seizers waaaaaa


They don't care
    And won't share


Any relief
   Good grief

Tired of  puking
   So  got mussing


 To  FDA
         Who just says


No dope
   Gotta cope





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A View of Foreclosure

I passed on the street I lived once, and saw the shame
Of history. The promise claimed by a second chance
Of hard work and misery, devastated by brinksters' game:
A stealth control of economy. Here a little light that lanced
The pupil of the eyes, pierced like a dagger in the heart
Here my house stood foreclosed. And on the wind the word
Was blame: we bought what we could not afford,
Now the people are victims twice, and we
Saddled with blame, find here no place for mercy.
A bitter gall of clever lies tearing us once more apart
Only the serpent streams here,  the grim grass grave heart 
Where giant trees suck water from the empty soil, and make
Great canopies, but we find no rest. For in these branches
The same snake drives little birds from their nest. Take
A picture here, where Eden turns to wilderness; traunches
Of golden sunlight poured upon dead bush and leaves
Look not for the medicinal herbs choked by barren trees,
No sprinkler runs, no pompous cougar fawns, truth grieves
Alone. The wasting rich pay less and gets more; he pleas
For more where the poor sweats still. A house to live
Is now conceived above our due deserve and means.
O buildings gaped your swinging doors, for pensive 
Blows the wind: I pray this debt forgive, let creditor cleans
The slate for all, so from a level field we start again.

The house was honest sweat, and love's fair dream
The deal they sold me was just a rotten scheme
For ambition shackled us with an existential chain
And we are left with nothing now but promises vain
And the tongue of politics whipping our backs again
Yet in this foreclosure's spate we only ask to work now
There is no milk to come by killing us, the economy's cow
O let there be compassion where greed betrayed good men
Or the shadow that falls on barren walls will bring a bitter end.


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Mido Macia 1986 - 2013


Mido Macia 1986 - 2013


Mido Macia was a 27 year old Mozambican man, working in Daveyton near Johannesburg as a taxi-driver, who was found dead in a police cell, after police savagely dragged Mr. Macia whom they had tied to their police van.

The brutal incident of Mr. Macia being dragged was caught on camera and has shocked South Africa.

The 8 police officers involved are facing charges of murder, and have been suspended from the South African Police Service (SAPS).

This poem is an angry poem that I felt had to be written, because as a society, we need to ask ourselves and each other the hardest questions about xenophobia and intolerance and violence.





Mido Macia 1986 - 2013


Death came to Mido Macia,
a savage, brutal, hellish death came to Mido Macia.


Death came to Mido Macia,
death dressed-up in the colours of authority,
as callous, vile, sadistic policemen murdered Mido Macia.


The video-footage is blood-curdling,
Mido Macia being dragged,
his hands tied behind him,
to a police van.


But death came later to Mido Macia,
death cheered, clapped, and tore into Mido Macia.


Death came to Mido Macia,
in the cells where they murdered Mido Macia.



Death came to Mido Macia,
a fuelled, cheered-on, instigated death came to Mido Macia.


We are all culpable,
every one of us is culpable,


from racist 'jokes' emailed and texted,
to self-righteous comments about the 'foreigners',


from casual dinner-table conversations,

'they take our jobs',
'they are crooks' 
the 'they marry our women' kind of lunch-time chats,


racist, xenophobic, hate-filled talk,


to beating a human-being to death in a police cell,


or on the streets of Cape Town, Johannesburg ,

and in Daveyton,

where death came to Mido Macia.



Mido Macia 1986 - 2013




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FRANK'SGIVING!

Hey, Pilgrims,
Let's dress-up
Dress-down the plumes
of the dancing Peacock
(If we'd allow)
but for the Ritual;

For Francsly speaking
in tongues of plata y oro,
Pound-for-bloody-pound
How much 'cide this buys?
A simply-uneasy angst to the quest,
Oh, how Corpulent "m.d.'s" -
Which dystrophy Indigene Water - Land - Identity muscle 
Manifest your Destiny! - Trophied.

Lots of time for sargeants,
for unhappy Cherokee rides on trails to tears      
Led from 50,000 years to Discovery? Indeed!
With no reservation 
'cept to enslave the Spirit,
And with tobacco & cotton gotten
from the corn colors of the Earth!

Are the Iroquois/Mohawk/Navajo/Cherokee/Hopi
Thankfully jeeping...?

Don You grisly-now...
Our meleagris gallopavo decapatito,
Strut and march like mute Mummera in the Charade!

                                                                            Cum Multis Aliis  


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Tarnished Stone

Land of lost opportunity
Gone before we ever earn
What else are we to give
When do higher ups learn
We all give ample shares
Making our country great
Losing too many soldiers
Destroying to feel safer
Politicians out-of-touch
They may as well forsake


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The Crushed Skulls

The Crushed Skulls

the crushed skulls

and the 

torn-off legs

and the 

single shots piercing countless heads


women, men, children
young, old, everyone just a human being

when will we tire of the senseless killing which we keep on impotently seeing


the gaping wounds soaked in blood

dismembered corpses piled high in some humid make-shift shit-stenched mortuary

who will remain to someday write, war's final obituary


for the killing goes on in the name of tribe
faith
race
religion
caste
sect

and the vested interests above all

but who really hears the whimpering sobs of a 4 year olds call

for her mother, father, brother, sister

as she lies dying, bleeding out like a gutted animal, on the stinging gravel

while we deliberate and engage and while to Geneva we always travel

to sign some scraps of paper that merely postpone the killing for a while

while the putrefying carcasses of human beings lie side by side, mile after bloody mile


war is ugly, they tell us

but necessary too

and we go to war for peace 

while the generals and the money-men and the politicians drink and dance and screw


war is ugly

it is indeed

but so are we

if we fail to see the humanity stripped away 

and peeled off the skin of that 4 year old girl

and if her cries for help we do not heed


war and guns and bombs and the very latest smart nuke

sickens me as it should us all
making us retch and puke

but who gives a **** about the bombs falling far away

we've got chores to do, margarine to buy, and take the family out for the day


war is ugly

so they tell us

while loading the magazines without much of a fuss

war is ugly

and cold and brutal and evil as the hounds of some distant hell

but who gives a **** for we have sneakers to buy and stocks to sell

war is ugly

but so are you and I

for we remain silent

as the bombs fall incessantly on

out of the open sky

shame on me and shame on us all, that much I believe is true

for our silence in the face of misery is tacit acceptance

and try as we might to inure ourselves 

I am as complicit in it all

as are you...


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Holocaust Day of Remembrance

Note:  Every year the government sets aside a Day of Remembrance for the 
Holocaust.  This year it is the first week of May.  Please share this with everyone so 
that none of us or our children ever forget.


They rounded us up one day in the rain
Herded us into a cattle-car train
We were just Jews, it was simple and plain
The pain – we must always remember

When the train stopped there were so many dead
Ushered into two groups, tears were all shed
Weak ones culled out and away they were led
That said – we must always remember

None of this ever has made any sense
Staying alive in good health our defense
We'd spend every day praying out by the fence
Consequence – we must always remember

At night we would gather and in silence we pray
Pray that we make it through one more day
What tomorrow would bring – no one could say
Today – we must always remember

Each morning we’d line up; they’d walk down the rows
Deciding who lives; deciding who goes
Each morning we’d pray that we weren’t one of those
God knows – we must always remember

And the stench in the camp from the ovens by noon
Reminded us all of our impending doom
Relief from this hell-hole could not come too soon
Repugn – we must always remember

There were thousands of us left back in the damp
In our bunks, in the ovens, or the cattle-car ramps
And surviving this ordeal left its own stamps
The camps – we must always remember

So each year we gather on Remembrance Day
To honor the loved ones who have passed away
And the horrible price that they had to pay
We pray – we will always remember


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Thin Lines

Such powerful boundaries
 
that force the crossing of a dangerous tighrope
 
Man’s all-encompassing, unfortunate trapeze
 
is smaller even than a hair’s breadth
 
yet still so significant
 
a great divider for mental states
 
love and hate
 
bravery and stupidity
 
courage and fear
 
genius and insanity
 
How sad that small borders actually unseen
 
are virtually the driving forces behind stigmas
 
held practically everywhere


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America's Lament

Slipping gently towards entropy,
Ownership with an apostrophe.
Braid the loose frays of sanity
Till something true finally answers me.

Troops are marching over many lands,
Tagged cornflower blue--a worldwide brand.
Don't speak out or you will be banned,
Towers implode just as they've planned.

Constantine merged Rome's faiths to one
Keeping time and step with Pagans.
Moloch laughs at our dull compassion
While Illuminati goals corrupt conception.

With a punitive eye beneath the skin
Mankind’s been declared the pathogen.
So an age of ignorance was ushered in
With aims to squelch the soul within.

Rotating parties deflect shared shame
Allowing complacency to be blamed.
Splintered populations can be tamed,
And bombs tend to leave bodies maimed.

Thieves steel gold and filch the free press,
Bobble heads working to keep up stress,
Businessmen sponsoring all this mess.
"We've got some pills if you feel depressed..."

We inherently trust their authority
As they outlaw nutrients due to toxicity.
In an effort to organize bioactivity
They count on our enduring apathy.

We protest lies, so they've built some pens.
Peace simply means they'll take our weapons.
"So go buy a widescreen for your den
To watch us start your wars again."

Even the name Bilderberg is a joke.
As they like it they’ve managed to fleece us broke,
Locking humanity into the yoke.
They sold the world lies before they ever spoke.

Crypto-eugenics is a fatal threat,
Academia functioning as a stooge pet.
Look into those eyes; they've got no regret
To kill us all off like they're clearing a debt.

Global control would only serve them well,
Micro chipped souls have no secrets to sell.
Salivate each time you hear their bell
Or they'll call themselves gods chasing you through hell.

Our oppressive puppet liars, they will not quit,
So don't waste breath saying, 'I'll submit.'
Words of our liberty are just and legit,
And truthful self-rule is a righteous fit.

When bureaucrats state dissent is treachery
In truth they've already sold their loyalty,
They still threaten our sovereignty.
Reclaim our human right to be free!


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We Are Trading God's Laws With Our Own Laws


Too often, our country embraces
 an ungodly cause.
And end up passing a “new” set of laws.

As God’s holy truth is being abandoned.
We come up with another law, at random!

What once were our laws for many years.
Are being removed… With little tears.

As more people “indulge” in ungodly things.
The wrath of God, is what this brings!

What’s pure and holy, seems not to be relevant.
More ungodly sets of laws are clearly evident!

The past foundations are now being destroyed.
So this new “freedom” can be “enjoyed.”

This country is being destroyed from within.
By the new “tolerance” of so much sin!

We can try to pretend that we’re “wise.”
But in the end, we’ll find it’s all LIES!

As the relevance of God, seems to disappear.
His judgment draws ever so near!

I’m going to live for God,
 in the “old fashioned” way!
And will live by what his
 words have to say!

God was here! Before any of us existed!
Let’s not get his truth  
“confused” or “twisted!”

By Jim Pemberton


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What If Christmas Never Came


 UNSUPPORTED CODE What If…   Christmas Never Came???

What if Christmas never happened?  
What if Christmas never came?
Things around here would be different! 
It wouldn’t be the same!

What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger?
Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger!

If the baby Jesus wasn’t born.  There would be no nativity.
We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.”

It’s almost like this now! 
 It’s an “ever increasing business.”
It seems like nearly everyone wants
  “Christ out of Christmas!”

Why does it seem like Christmas is 
 losing it’s true meaning?
The very words; “Merry Christmas,” 
seem to be quickly disappearing!

Many say; “Happy Holiday.”  
They worry they may “offend.”
Having a “holiday” without Christ….  
Once again!

We need to put Jesus Christ back into 
our CHRISTmas season!
He is what Christmas is about!  HE is the very reason!

May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth.
May there be shouts of JOY!  From the corners of the earth!

Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration!
We need him so much right now! 
 All over this great nation!

May we bring to him a heart of love
 for everything he’s done.
As we bring honor to Christ.  God’s precious son!

May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise!
Not only at Christmas time…  But all of our days!

By Jim Pemberton


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Are We Discriminating Against God


We often hear this topic across our nation. Another person crying; “discrimination.” In our many attempts to not discriminate. It seems like it’s God that we seek to eliminate. It seems like we’ve come up with our own “rules.” And somehow have turned into a bunch of “fools.” We accept many perversions of various kinds… But God himself? We seem to close our minds! In many of our lives, we’ve “kicked “ him out. And refuse what he really is about! The words, “In God we trust...” Our money bears it! Anything of God? We’re afraid to share it! It seems like the courts almost say he doesn’t exist! And have brought much confusion into our midst! As many say it’s “offensive” to display a cross… Many godly values have already been lost! It’s time to wake up America! And begin to see! The kind of country we’re beginning to be! A country that’s foundation is getting off course. Being driven by a wicked and ungodly force! Out only hope is in God! And him alone! We must invite him back into our homes! To God and his word we must hold secure and fast! He is our only hope, that our country will last! By Jim Pemberton


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The Loss

This nation used to believe in God,
until politicians took Him away.
The words our founding fathers wrote
lose their meaning in our day.

The courts took away the right
to say the pledge in school.
Now the words fade into history
because of the prejudice of a fool.

The freedom to say a prayer
is lost in the court's harsh glare.
As we twist the constitution,
society loses its ability to care.

The freedom to worship God
brings a troubled nation relief.
But the treasure of our freedom
came from our forefather's belief.


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For Robert Zimmerman

For Bob Dylan

sheltered from the howling winds of vows and scattered souls and sweltering hate

she is a refuge from the blistering sands of dread and loss and torn and twisted fate

when the emptiness inside becomes an abyss so dark and wild and cold

my words get lost in the jangling alleys where dreams are bought and sold

I met her in those alleys among the withering roses on a bed of thorns

and she filled me up with poems banishing the scowling moments and their baleful scorns

now I lie awake and wish that I could sleep and drift away into the maze of her dream

but slumber has fled and slipped the noose around my words as they thrash around and scream

words that swirl around and around like that scarlet scarf wrapped around her face

she's a mystery still as she will always be while I sift through this empty desolate space

the storm it broke and ceased and shuffled my words as they drifted forlornly into the chasm of the dead

leaving me here still and mute and frantic as I try to pick up the pieces of all the words that have been said

far too many far too often far too conceited and far too proud

for I failed to hear the stillness of beauty as I rambled along barking my words out aloud

she hushes me now as she hushed me then in the cobwebbed tunnels of the past

while I weep more words in blood and ink onto dried parchment meant never to last

so tell her that her whiskey has been greedily gulped down and now that I am soberly drunk

I see her songs and hear her breath reaching down into my mouldy abode of hapless funk

fare-thee-well for now as I slide into the scribbled hubris of another battered rhyme

dazed by the glaring embers as they scorch the moments of quickly fading time

and if tomorrow finds me here still shell-shocked and drained in body and in mind

tell her that her wine has slipped through the loose knots that bind

tying me to this place of sanity and insanity all rolled into one

while all is numb and scarred from the deed that has been done

and as I flee recklessly chasing away myself from me once more
she'll know the words for its a song that's been sung far too many times before

(for bob dylan)


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For Aung San Suu Kyi

For Aung San Suu Kyi

manacled
you remained unyielding
bruised by their bayonets of power
you remained unyielding
gagged by their coarse brutality
you remained unyielding
today you return
and we salute
your spirit
that remained
and remains
unyielding


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Who are These People Pt 3

who are these people?
where did they come from?
they seem so primitive.
so, incapable.
primitive humans without a foundation of language I feel were smarter and more able 
then these people.
these years of technological advancement, and inventions, have made the mass 
population stupid, and incompetent.
washing machines, dishwashers, the T.V, microwaves, plus....
hollywood magazines, fashion, consumerism and advertisements, whats in, whos out, 
materials, greed, toxic governments and polluted political powers, 
the building of nations through controlled influences and exposure
music, media, movies and more
the conditioning of the human population,  to be drones, to be mindless chickens who 
flock together only because they are afraid, 
to be zombies who fall in line without question, to be puppets, to be individually stripped of 
all human rights
to create and condition organic emotional humans into dull mechanical robotical children
that do what they're told, programmed to be obedient
like computer software was surgically inserted into the brains of infants at birth, to be
tracked, geographically speaking
and to be numbered for identification purposes within the system 
the system that collects our information, our bank statements, our internet passwords, 
our logins, our logouts
our emails, our instant messages, our cell phone conversations, our work hours, our credit 
rating, our mortgage.
its already happening. microchips being implanted under the skin of babys
its no wonder this world has gone crazy, mad, insane, ludacris.


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Womb Man

Woman, discarded remnant of Adam?
Fe-male, not to be given her own name;
her own identity, other than, a part?

Receptacles, empty bowls, hollow holes,
to be filled only with necessary roles?

Necessary for man.
Primero uno, cock of the walk,
strutting, scratching, with his third leg dangling.

Womb man, so they, the male God’s called her.

Earth Mother, heroine, holder of hearts and hands, 
no man, nomad, nurturer of new life;
from the warm, wet, darkness to the Light. 
Woman. 


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Killing in Allahs Name

Killing in Allah’s Name…

…

Pieces of burnt flesh,

splattered,
in a school,
a market-place,
a temple,
a synagogue,
a mosque,
a church,

a man,
a woman,
a child,

charred hands, smouldering corpses, fractured bodies,
torn limbs,
dismembered human beings,

just human beings,

dead, murdered,

in Allah’s name…

…A 4 year old boy,
11 year old girl,
78 year old man,
40 year old mother of six,

killed, murdered,

in Allah’s name…

…Gandhi said ‘an eye for an eye will make the whole world blind’…

…

Complicit by my silence,

I stand in shame,

of the bigotry,
racism,
sectarianism,communalism,
religious fanaticism,
wars of aggression,
invasions of distant countries,
jingoism,
flag-waving ‘my country right or wrong’,
extremism,
blind nationalism,

perpetrated in my name…

…I refuse to be silent,
to be complicit,

while the slaughter continues,

each day,

in the name of god,
of country,
of creed,
of sexual-orientation,
of caste,

I refuse to be cowed,
to be complicit by my silence,

as the killing,
murdering,
slaughtering continues…

…You who kill innocents,

you who shroud your slaughter in scripture,

you who drape your aggression in flags,

you who cloak your hate in anthems,

you who veil your intolerance in finely-tuned semantics,

you who bomb school-buses,
playgrounds,
churches,
mosques,
temples,
synagogues,
libraries,
shopping-malls,
market-places,

have lost.

…You may sow terror,

you may pound cities from afar,

you may wreak havoc,

yet you have lost,

as,

you cannot kill us all!

We shall always be many, many more!

_________

“…all that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good people to do nothing…” – Edmund Burke


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We Are Not Artificial We Are Legion

The stagnate machine planted firmly, rusted gears laboring to drudge along.
It does not function properly anymore; it has become obsolete.
The workers no longer need the machine to live their lives.
They can design a new system, built upon self-sustaining values.
It once labored greatly to support its work force. The machine now hinders the lives of the workers.
The workers grew so reliant upon the machine they thought they had become part of it, cogs in the system.
Now they realize more and more each day, that not only are their lives separate from the machine, without  it they are more able to focus on the fundamental values of life.


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Untitled #85 / "The revolution won't be televised"

“The revolution won’t be televised”
No, it really wasn’t.
Does it still occur?


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The Trouble with Politics

-The Trouble with Politics-

We use our own resource
to erect our own catchment
but politicians take the credit.


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A Forlorn Song


She sits alone,
 Her skeleton
 Pressed, molded,
 Wrought by an empty heart.
 She sings
 A forlorn song,
 Purse empty,
 Neighbors drift afar,
 Afraid to be there,
 They point and stare,
 Material junk
 Seals their hearts.
 She wears
 A heart heaving
 With aches and prayers,
 A binding truth and love
 She strives to share
 But others’ fear
 Converts to glare,
 And not one steps near.


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done

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When Tyrants Tremble

When Tyrants Tremble

when tyrants tremble
at the fury of those who tremble no more

their veneer of stability seems rotten to the core

when the trembling ones shake off their long-hushed fear

the trembling ones
tremble now with a rage that injustice everywhere can hear

when tyrants tremble
as the dispossessed shake their foundations of tyrannical conceit

tyrants tremble
when the common ones expose the phantoms of tyranny's deceit

when the trembling ones
refuse to be cowed and bowed and beaten down again

the trembling ones
scream their vehemence as they have little to lose and freedom and dignity to gain

when tyrants tremble
their trembling resounds and echoes around the world

tyrants tremble
then in each far-flung tyranny at the peoples' flag being unfurled

and finally when the trembling ones
take back the citadels, the streets, the squares, and the parks

the trembling ones
send a message to power that revolutions may be triggered by the merest of livid sparks

and that tyranny may reign for a decade or a generation or even two

but tyranny must eventually succumb to the rage of the common ones that appears suddenly out of the bright clear blue

this isn't a warning or a threat or a declaration of ill intent

this is a sober lesson in history for the peoples' history with oppressive stasis can never be content

when tyrants tremble
they should know that there will someday come a trembling surprise

for the garbage heap of history patiently awaits each tyrant's wretched demise


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This Memorial Day

We salute every soldier who’s
 served this great nation.
And offer a heart of thanks
 and appreciation!

We salute each member 
of our armed forces.
And are thankful for their
 efforts and resources!

We salute the many who 
protect our borders too.
We’d be in trouble…  
If not for people like YOU!

We salute every son and 
daughter lost in a war.
YOU are what serving this
 country is meant for!

We salute the officers who’ve 
guided our women and men.
Our prayers are with you!  
And our love from within!

We salute our veterans!  
Wherever they may be!
Those who served on
 land, air and sea!

Offering prayer to the
 Lord is our belief…
That he will guide our
 Commander-in-Chief!

As we observe Memorial Day this year…
Let’s offer our soldiers
 love, hope and cheer…

May God bless them in
 all they endeavor
And his peace be with them
 today and forever!!

By Jim Pemberton  05/21/10


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Hush Poet

Poet, Hush!
The world says, "Hush"! I say no to the world.
Yes, I hear the poets.  Yes, I feel and sense 
the pain and anguish. The tears for the 
world agenda.
Power, greed from all walks of life to
the detriment of all.
One goal the ultimate hierarchy.
Anarchy or nothing. Bloodshed to gain
the prize.  What do you gain?
Secret deals yet to be exposed to
the light?
Power over the status quo which
needs real truth, wisdom and real reform
for all. True slavery?
Power over the individual.
Someday we all will know true
oppression?
Power over themselves but it
will fail.
Everyone they say has to serve someone 
so the story goes. Even the powerful..........
So how can you master a master
when its impossible. They become the 
slave instead of the servant.
Quiet they may hear us. 
Hush Poet! 21st Century abounds with a
fresh start only we see the
violence of newness dawning.
Can we children find the peace
hoped for?  It's a possibility but
people can't contain the impulses
of their own risk. 
Civilizations will come and go but
the game stays the same.
Until we keep our passions at
bay and our eyes small we will
not see the truth.
Common folk do not escape but
hold aloof from the Elite.
Yet we pay the toll always.
When will this end for all.
I hear agenda, Hush Poet, Hush!
I love the Poets.  They know how
to play in their heart of hearts and
mastery of the mind combined.
They know who the Servant is or at
least try to understand.
Wedding both the mind and the heart
to win the people to proper goal.
Hush, Poet, Hush!
There is an answer but not everyone
listens and watches.
The leaders need to be gentled
not feared and we must not
fear anything. 
We must see the shining light at
the end of the dark tunnel.
The fear only paralyzes the nation
and all comes to a halt. 
You mustn't hush the poets they
see the many.  They see the
destruction and the real oppression.
I think I can see it before my heart. 
My mind knows to. 
Selfish interest will not save
the day but the sharing of great
success for all.
Maybe this is an optimistic dream
but I dont walk a narrow path
for nothing.
Painful tears they walk by them
without a care in the world. 
The children who walk in the
light to fight another day.
Let us gently breathe quietly and
hope again for those we call our
kin our true neighbor.
Hush the fanatic agenda that is reason.  
Do not hush the gentle leader who
has vision.


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So-Called Good Christians

You have made a choice. 
You have chosen hatred. 
In our Heavenly Father, 
you have chosen not to rejoice. 
He is who spares the most awful dread. 
  
You have chosen to hate me. 
First it was the “N” word, 
the Afro comment, 
and my curly hair. 
Now you hate me 
for the religion 
that I have chosen to be. 
My faith gives me what is right and fair. 
  
I pity you for all your hate. 
But you made it clear my fate. 
A Mormon to this date, 
a Mormon forever. 
Your rage and hate 
prove my faith and 
choice of religion right. 
Your bigoted hatred
I have chosen to fight 
by giving it light. 
I want it 
in everyone's sight. 
  
Your rage and hatred is your only boast. 
But with it you are engrossed. 
Like you, your rage and hatred 
are nothing but compost. 
Heavenly Father, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit 
gives me what I need the most. 
  
And for you, that is just 
too bad so sad. 
  


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The Game

Rap is quick, witty and fun.

Poetry is smooth, rhythmic and heartfelt.

Rap and poetry had a love child.

A daughter, named Spoken Word.

She grew to maintain the better characteristics of her parents;

From Rap, she took freestyle, freedom, and grass roots movement.

From Poetry, she took imagery, theme, and voice.

Together, all three, as common forms of expression,

spread to every rapper, poet and storyteller in the world.


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inthenameof

Powers of heaven
Shaken. 		Gates brought down
Deify. Defy urbanely
Programming genetically
Sub sonic sounds
Domestic mirage of liberty

Homeland invasion - Counter-intelligence

Conducted on our own nation
On us.
Claiming they must
In defense of supposed
Freedom

Islamic threats - Chinese Debts
Pakastani! Illuminati?
War is waged
In name of worship

Distractions we serve
Make sick
Poison		-	Inflict

Federal reserve
Printing our cage
Turning the page of peraphecy
Illusory trick

Consecrate history
Set the stage

For our hostile reality
To seize control
Take violent action

The end-times arrive
Prophetic signs
Humanity defiled
By our sons of Belial

Gods disdain
focus the iniquitous
Divine in malice
perfect unprejudiced
Expostulate vile villains

Nefarious hearts
No wealth of moral
Only moral is wealth
Engage the knave

Treat the sick
Combating against spiritual health
Can't run from sin
Cannot run from yourself

Dimensional Transcendence
Apocalypse
Accelerates the end.
This blood will rinse
Epoch


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Freedoms Not Allowed

Not allowed to chew gum anymore,
What will be next, not able to open door?
This may seem frivolous.
Will be advantageous,
To profiteer, he will know the score. 


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i know a man

the NRA's creed goes like
this "guns don't kill people,
people do", true enough but
you forgot the word intent
in your analysis as you sanctify
the second amendment right
to bear arms

i know a man who says words
don't hurt people, their reactions
do, true enough though i know
enough
to know a man's intent to
hurt and that makes all the
difference in the world

you can feel it like a black cloud
gathering to take your breath away
and you walk by innocently
enough
and get shot down
one way or another

there is blood on the sidewalk and blood
oozing from the heart that didn't have a
choice to walk on by without your
interruption

ringing in my eyes, your words are
your bullets finding their fast and
furious mark
i am unarmed
and spent,
my life
was in your hands,
and i don't even know
why

no words are ever stopped
with bullets of intent, precision
marksman that you are, the world
is at war with words that say
I am! and you have no rights
of existence

it's Sunday morning and the
clouds are a white flag in the
surrendering sky

all things must pass.


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Moral philosophy

From the Freedom Tower located nearby,
To the sparkling stars beneath the sky,
A new, moral philosophy rises,
Intricate to be envisioned at naked eyes.

I just hope that you already had a clue.
No matter the aspect of life you get into,
Unless, of course, money has no value,
The truth is believed not to be fully true.

Indeed, justice should be evenly distributed.
Like the Citadelle Laferriere, it is exploited.
It is as famous as the Eiffel Tower in Paris.
But, its survivors remain wealthy and callous.

Sophisticated Weapons are conveying humanity.
Day and night have a common affinity,
Strenuous activities require almost no sleep
Which is apparently no longer in need.

To be elected to preserve the future of a nation,
A man is struggling to prove himself an asset.
However, as his dream reached its destination,
He ignores that his promises were a huge debt!


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Beyond the Fickle trinkets of Silver

Beyond the Fickle trinkets of Silver

and the dead pendants of gold

there must be... 

something
somewhere 
somehow

a feeling less gaudy

yet far more tangible to embrace and to hold

when all the cold steel turns to nothing

and when all the cut-glass gets chipped and old

there must be

here
there
anywhere

an emotion so timeless 

and peaceful to behold

and so...

when the wrinkles coil and curl

as the lines of age slowly begin to unfurl

will the trinkets and pendants of silver and gold

console

what resides in a hurt soul

or will we only then realise

that all the silver and gold

do not make us

ever 

whole.



Details | Tanka | |

Politicians

Now patriotism
Is found in the lexicon
Politicians
Are deprived of it today
They want money and power


Details | Villanelle | |

At the Ripples of the Sun's Rays, I Stare

At the ripples of the Sun’s rays, I stare.
In water, I fight to rise, but I sink;
Sinking and crying for a breath of air.
 
Above me, on the shore, they do not care
That I have fallen over the blue brink
At the ripples of the Sun’s rays. I stare.
 
They will live more than me, since they are there
With more than enough breath. I cannot think
Sinking and crying for a breath of air.
 
The current pulls me away from my share
Of life, which above, the indulgents drink.
At the ripples of the Sun’s rays, I stare.
 
The growing pressure is hard to bear,
As I watch their images slowly shrink,
Sinking and crying for a breath of air.
 
I push to live, as they do. It’s not fair
That I drown in these debts of which I sink;
At the ripples of the Sun’s rays, I stare,
Sinking and crying for a breath of air.


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Futility

I saw a man die today 
I fired the bullet on my goverments say 
I didnt know him and he didnt know me 
But this i must do to set this land free 
Ive got a family back home i wish i was there 
I dont want to be here its for them that i care 
But i have no choice as im a soldier at war 
Sent in by the politicians to settle up the score 
When will westminister stop the sanction of murdering our sons 
Because its them higher say we must as i reload my guns 
Its such a waste such utter futility 
This wont stop the bloodshed and hostility 
I saw a man die today  
I pulled the trigger because he had to pay


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Are We Ruling God Himself to Be UNCONSTITUTIONAL


 


   


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

To Rise or Fall



The rise and fall of my chest

The rise and fall of nations

To rise or fall is our test

This is my contemplation


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Texas Debate

Texas Debate

State troopers are taking their tampons
Maxi pads – those that have wings
They’re afraid that some women might toss them
Along with some old girly things
You see congress out there in Texas
Is debating the meaning of life
Abortion and anti-abortion
Protests at the Capital’s rife
They fear for the Congressmen’s safety
They want to disarm violent ones
But Texans you know being Texans
Still allow them to bring in their guns

Uncle Mike


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The Doomed Frontier

Have I failed you, America the ****ed?
Is your rage the reason you cast me down
In the dirt with deviants, damned, dislucked,
With love in vain and bloody debt to drown?
Do you wish for me to hack all your trees,
Wicked pyres for my heathen brother,
Or asphyxiate your atmosphere-Swiss cheese
With the stench of man’s great rape of his Mother?
Of course not, how could you, that sees none, hears
Every wisp of secret, reported as news,
Playfully tossing your thrice dyed blonde-cheers!
Sorry we were distracted and wrecked on booze.
Where had the last ship of sanity sailed
Before I was ****ed and America failed?


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Save Our Wetlands

My home state loses a football field, 
Of coastal land each day of the year.
I’m no cheerleader about this,
It fills my heart with fear.

I wish I had funds to donate to the cause.
Maybe if I expressed my thoughts of the situation,
It would cause others to pause.
As the pelicans swim to the beat,
 Of their inward drum,
And contribute to the state,
That many other states of the union,
Were carved from.

Way back before humans existed,
Our dear state Louisiana was merely sea floor.
If we humans that exist today,
Don’t get serious about this erosion problem,
The state where jazz was born,
Will be sea floor once more.

Our coastal industries, beautiful magnolia trees,
And the capital of the Old South,
Will no longer exist.
We won’t be able to reminisce about anything,
If our hindrance persists.

Like bacteria attacks a cell,
Our precious land is being attacked as well.
Like our educated out migrants,
Land is leaving without being replaced.
Saving this land helps us ecologically:
This includes the human race.

Please fellow residents and people who once,
Or never lived here before.
Fill Louisiana’s heart with cheer,
By contributing to this worthy cause.
If one can’t give monetarily, 
 He or she should then take a pause.
Be creative and think of other ways,
That one is able to help this wonderful state.

We would certainly appreciate anything you do,
To help us out.
I know the pain of the land will be eased,
Without a doubt.

Our state has faith in us as we have faith in it.
Let us not only be cheerleaders, but star players.
So that our precious land can stay strong,
Throughout its layers.
This erosion problem can be very costly:
Climatic changes, loss of land, animal and plant species,
And human lives are just a few.
Please help save our wetlands,
Because it is part of the old and of the new.


Wrote November 2003 almost exactly 2 years before Hurricane Katrina,
while student @ ULM and concerned about the issue, as a student and scientist the topic of 
New Orleans going under and the Mississippi River flow and creation of Louisiana  was talked 
about since  I was in elementary school in the mid '80s was a main topic of concern for the 
gubernatorial election held that year, and during that political official's term as governor, 
Hurrican Katrina hit, Louisiana politics I tell you- they simply tell people what they want to 
hear!


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Our World Dies

Our world dies when Politicians don't heed the
cries of its constituents,

Their decisons to favor affluence over the plight
of the people, questions their belief in God, and
Houses of worship adorned with steeples,

Our world dies when crime is allowed to
go on incessantly,

When pleasantries and decorum have been left by the
wayside, our world dies,

It become lifeless unable to resuscitate,
Our World dies.....If no one does nothing,
It will be too late.


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The Falling

“Please sir wont you help me?”
Said the beggar to the thief.
As he inches along the tightrope,
With no safety net beneath.

Deep breath shakily held,
As he dives the murky deeps.
No soul for the Devil,
No peace of which to speak

Shirt is off his back,
Naked and venerable.
Burying head into the sand,
Always trying not to fall.

A splint to keep him upright,
Some form of support.
Spiralling out of control,
No sign of rational thought.

Helplessness kicks in,
As he steps in misery’s trap.
Over the edge he teeters,
There is no going back.

There seems to be no reason,
As forward he inches on.
Panic starts to surface,
Until logic has gone.

“Please sir wont you help me?”
Says the beggar to the thief.
As his dignity is devoured,
Left with stolen hopes and dreams

©.L.Kelly


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Who Needs You Now

You have fought for your country
You have heard the calls of death
And felt the loss of blood
And now, no one hears or cares
About the tears you cry
You fought a fools war
Inspired by heroic deeds
Majestic words of honor and fame
From people who never knew your name
Many were those who fled
And endured behind their protest signs
But you, you fought the war
Lost your limbs and gained insight into reality
It was you who came back less than human
And now you stand alone at night
Lost and forgotten men
Tell me, tell me who needs you now
Where are the people
Who gave you hell
Where are the people
Who cried to bring you home
Who marched for your life
While you marched to your death
Where are the people
Who loved you when it was the thing to do
And fought for your cause
While you wondered what it was
As you watched your buddies fade away
Heroes and medals
Tell me, what does it all mean
Now that you stand alone at night
Lost and forgotten men
And tell me, tell me, who needs you now
Now that our memory fades
Of those who served and the reasons why
All we seem to do
Is stand aside and watch them die
And tell me Brothers
Who needs you now?


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Love's Easy

Were all victims
(and mutual in that way.)
You have to feel for everyone.
We're all hiding something.
A secret
-That no one else has to know-
So don't ask.
Wonder, Don't ponder
Feel my eyes on your soul
And I'll fell yours.
That's really all it takes.
Besides,
What am I but a niche in your life?
And you in mine?


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The Giro's Run Out Again

Sixty measly quid
To last me a whole week
A victim of Broken Britain
My misery’s at its peak 

Stripped of my dignity
Powers on the wane
Surviving on frozen fish fingers
The giro’s run out again

Three quid on that lousy nag
No sweeties for the wean
My 4-1 shot pipped at the post
The giro’s run out again

Resistance is futile
Who listens when we complain?
No manifesto for the masses
The giro’s run out again 

In the bleak midwinter
British Gas pile on the pain
Prices up by 18 per cent
The giro’s run out again

Suicide seems the only way out
As I walk home in the rain
When will this misery ever end?
The giro’s run out again


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Tourt

 
 Humans are humans,

 Animals are animals,

 But a tourt is one that

 seperates.

 We live in a country that

 claims to have greatness,

 and the truth of the matter

 is that it's in need of maintenance.

 The tourt allows only who they

 think is worthy to live in America,

 and years ago they tried to deport

 Black American's back to Africa.

 Tourt's hate to see unity in any

 community, and they will prosecute

 if they think you have gained to much

 from their country opportunity.
 
 A tourt is very perfidious, and

 their act's against other culture's

 is most atrocious.

 Tourt's only Divide, Destroy, and

 conquer.


Details | Rhyme | |

Birds

The sparrow’s endless knowledge
makes the owl get uptight
the owl’s got true wisdom
but he operates at night
the magpie keeps on chirpin’
that the raven’s coming near
that rappin, yappin, tappin,
nevermore I wish to hear
and as I look up into the morning sky
four and twenty blackbirds
escape from a pie
the king is in his counting house
numbers are his words
but all I hear are birds

The rooster cheats upon his hen
with an old peacock
as he thinks about the lovely swan
and then he hears a knock
someone’s called a film crew
and the ghost of old Hitchcock
the dirty bird says “spread the word,
there’s pigeons in our flock"
and as I look up
the feathers start to fly
celluloid like rocket tails
goes streaming ‘cross the sky
the rooster hits the pigeon
with fowl adjectives and verbs
but all I hear are birds

Some say the raven and the hawk
are planning on a coup
the owl and the sparrow
argue til their beaks are blue
the magpie says, “I told you so,
my dreams are coming true”
the rooster mounts
the king just counts
so nothing much is new
and as I look up
into the evening sky
the pigeon’s disappearance
leaves the hens to wail and cry
a rapping and a tapping
starts ringing in my ear
but birds are all I hear


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The pain

Can you feel the pain.
That still remains.
I'm really plauged.
Like doctors revealing aids.
neal and wait.
while the government steels your fate.
look at your freedom get peeled away.
i feel for the children that havent had a meal n days.
kill the rage.
that builds the hate.
Like when your spiritual shield inflates; the ego.
now we know.
the founding fathers gave the natives mezels. 
and its hard for a rich kid to reach close.
to the poor kid who can't concieve hope.
our integrity becomes the unwieved rope.
holding together the east coast...
while you eat toast.
your needs grow.
making us more evil.
like people controled by the eagle.
I'm leathal like upheavals that beat you.
I read through the bleak truth.
Feed to the oblique youth...


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What's In Style

How can I sleep, with this warfare?
All left to weep, in this bomb scare.
All hell, is breaking loose.
Angels fell, so ready the noose.
In this country, we're all to fail.
So much animosity, right on our tail.
Should we try anarchy, that'll do the trick.
It's you and me, we'll make 'em sick.
Kick in their heads, rebel to no control.
The snake skin sheds, so they'll pay the toll.
We'll take on the Fed's, we'll sell our soul.
They'll die in their beds, hearts black as coal.
What's in style, should we be communists?
We'll stand on trial, and read off the list.
They'll be in denial, as we chain their wrists.
We tried it with peace, but that didn't work.
Gunfire will never cease, for Death'll always lurk.


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Why Do We Take Christ Out of Christmas

Why Do We Take Christ Out of Christmas? Christmas is the only holiday we often don’t call by name. We often forget about the true reason that Christ came. It’s the only holiday that we often call “a holiday.” It’s true meaning, is often, taken away! It’s more than the tree and all of the glittering lights… It’s time to think about the Bethlehem star so bright! It’s more than going shopping at the malls… More than, “Jingle Bells,” or “Deck the Halls!” It’s more than seeing how many people we can buy for. Or that clearance sale, you’re willing “to die for!” It’s more than buying the “newest in entertainment.” Or receiving a gift that may “cause an embarrassment.” Beyond all of the presents and all we truly believe in. Let’s all come to Christ Jesus and receive him! Let’s think about his birth, and his death on the cross! Without HIM… The true meaning of Christmas is lost! He brings the hope, joy and cheer that’s needed! Won’t you listen to his voice? That often goes unheeded? Christ is what’s important! And shouldn’t be left out! He’s what matters! And is what Christmas is all about! Let’s be joyful! It was for all of us that he came! And take this time to bring honor and glory to his name! By Jim Pemberton


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The Coming Judgement

Escaping God's Judgement

Judgement shall begain 
at the house of God/
We shall all face God's "correction rod."

It will begin with the righteous... 
What shall the unsaved do?
They can pray and run... 
where will they run to?

If the righteous are scarcely saved. 
 Where will the ungodly hide?
Every "trick in the world" has already been tried!

It's time to "stop playing games"--
no more "pretending."
This world(as we know it)will soon be ending!

Come before God now... 
Kneel before his throne.
It's only be accepting his son can 
you have an eternal home!

You can try fooling the people 
you meet each Sunday.
But a day of reckoning with God
 will happen someday/

"Forgive me Lord. I have sinned!" 
must be spoken.
So every weight and bondage 
can now be broken!

He loves you so much and desires 
to make you whole!
By his blood... your sins can
 be as white as snow!

When God's judgement comes... 
You needn't be ashamed.
Reach out to him now...
 and call on his name!

By Jim Pemberton 
2010


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Old Sof'town

Old Sof'town*

1.

In old Sof'town,
the jazz struck chords,

the jazz lived, it exploded,
out of the cramped homes,
rolling along the streets,
of old Kofifi,

in tune to countless blazing heartbeats.

In old Sof'town,
Bra' Hugh breathed music, Sis' Dolly too,
and Bra' Wally penned poems that still ring true.

In old Sof'town,
Father Trevor preached
equality and justice,
for all, black and white and brown,

and all shades, every hue,
even as oppression battered the people,
black & blue.

In old Sof'town,
the fires of resistance raged,

'we will not move' was the refrain,

even as the fascists tore down Sof'town,
with volleys of leaden rain.

In old Sof'town,
the people were herded,
like cattle,
sent to Meadowlands,
far away and cold and bleak,
as the seeds of resistance,
sprouted and flourished,
for the coming battle.

In old Sof'town,
the bulldozers razed homes,
splitting the flesh of a community apart,
only to raise a monument of shame,
and 'Triomf' was its ghastly name.

2.

In Jozi today,
we remember those days,
and those nights of pain,
that stung our souls.
like bleak winter rain.

Yes, we remember old Sof'town,
as we struggle onward,
to reclaim our deepest heritage,
and build anew,
a country of all hues and shades,
of black and of white and of brown.

And yes, we will always remember,

and yes, we will never forget,

the price that was paid,
by the valiant sons and daughters,
of old Sof'town,

those vibrant African shades and hues,

of black,
of white,
of brown.


* Sophiatown in Johannesburg, South Africa, was also called Sof'town and Kofifi.



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probable cause

As the ends circle around to justify the means;
Individuality soon becomes the victim of inevitability.
And where justice often lies within the realms of affordability;
The balance of punishment is often counter measured by net worth.
And as the fences of containment slowly; closes the gap on diversity;
“We the people;” may soon find ourselves;
The occupants of a newly found and kept habitat





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History repeating itself Inspired by jesus to save Iraq

Look at the bible
it was written as a rock thrown to the future
in case history repeated itself
and there was yet another religious war

here it is
in our presence
bullets and bombs
and enemies who have no reason to hate

send someone in there with a plan to slide
some signs
to get the women and children out of the arena of death
known as their village
that is under attack by evil
a satanic massacr of men hypnotised by demons

send someone in there
to lead them out
a stage an act a subtle plan of candle in the window 
church bells
and bakeries closing for the food for the road
for even jesus fed his followers a crumb a day

dont fall into that trap
plan and plan

history has repeated itself
jesus saw it
threw a rock into the future and is trying to tell us
we have to work together
get the innocent out
turn the war zone nightmare into a ghost town
and lead the refuges of the nightmare somewhere else

was no one listening to the gospel
the chines 
the indian
the jewish the german
all the bibles have prophecies to help mankind in the future
right now its english
put your plans in action instead of watching the innocent suffer
where is the love
 atree has a price
think of lumber and paper
a bird cost to catch it and put it in a zoo 
a human life is priceless

learn from jesus
lead them 
like a thief in the night
out of the nightmare
with a subtle plan when history repeats itself
and turn the nightmare to a ghost town
nothing more to fight over
an dthen the next religion can shine


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United We Are Stood Upon

f I come across as a bit critical,
about some subjects, religious or political.
this is all because the fact is I,
am a critical kind of guy,
when it comes to those who brainwash,
and spew out so much drivel and hogwash,
leading people repeatedly to disasters,
so those who spout it can be masters,
of all the Earth that they survey,
'don't do as we do, do as we say! '
Because they always say they have the answers,
these troupe leaders of Disaster's dancers,
follow them to the next global stage,
where they can act out their hate and rage,
whilst feeding the masses the same old story,
that our world will be just hunky dory,
all we need do is keep believing,
as they carry on with their deceiving.
So, yes, I am a just a wee bit cynical,
just as they are always very clinical
in their clever use of propaganda,
to sell the world their pre cast agenda.
It matters not where you live,
they are never ever going to give,
you the chance to be all you can,
or to live in peace with your fellow man,
because everywhere, those who hold the power,
look down on us from their ivory tower,
and conspire together to ensure,
that their dynasties remain pure,
and maintain their rule and future health,
by only allowing those of massive wealth,
to join with them to maintain,
their position in the power game,
and find new ways to exploit and use,
we see it daily on the news,
more people killed every day,
in wars that just won't go away,
because political and religious division,
ensures the planet will forever be riven,
unless there ever comes a day,
when the majority actually have a say,
and politicians have really, truly taken note,
and made the policies for which the people vote!


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We Are All but One

we are all but one
varied colours and hues
countless creeds
trudging down alone
the world's avenues

yet the strands that bind us
together as one
reach far too deep within our collective soul
as we amble on underneath our soiltary sun

we are all but one
one body of humankind
with a shared yearning for love
and peace
shelter
and companionship
food
clothing

and above all

hope

that ever burning furnace
that rages inside each woman and man

hope

that somehow, some way, someday, something will for the better emerge

and we may then cease
to sing our mournful dirge

for hope shall triumph
now or in some distant tomorrow

and hope shall be victorious
over the dread and gloom and hate and pain and days of achingly deep sorrow

so we can rise up and lift our heads

and stare into the blooming of a new dawn

a dawn of victorious hope
and of peace and of light
dispelling the darkness of ignorance

ushering us all into the fields of the future

to behold the glorious and the truth of real freedom's awe-inspiring sight


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Spare Souls

A story of a thousand souls,
Two thousand runs into three,
Who are just as dead, decaying, gone,
Despite self-serving heraldry.

A story of a thousand souls,
And thousands more to be killed,
Who never reached for bomb nor gun,
And died to keep our gas tanks filled.


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What Are You Waiting For

this wait
has alway's
meant never





Tribute To Martin Luther King


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The Bangladeshi People

I am not ugly but no one loves me
They are so hungry for sex and money!

I am not sexually impotent guy
But up to now my life is full of good bye!

The people insult me for my gray hairs
They do the things whatever devil dares!

God knows I am not at all a bad person
But they treat me so bad for no good reason!


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Call Off

    Call off our Troops,
    they don't have a
    clue on the real
    scoop; because
    the President has
    them jumping thru
    invisible loops.

    Call off our men in
    green, death is the
    only thing they've
    seen; and only to be
    used as the President's
    personal killing Machine.

    Call off this W.A.R, we've
    been misled and we're
    not sure what it's for any
    more; but from the way 
    things are looking I would
    say," That President Bush
    Just Wanted To Settle A
    Personal Score."


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ENOUGH IS ENOUGH !

another child is lying in the streets dead
another stray bullet has struck someone in the head
today a mother breaks down and begins to cry
because today one more child has unfortunately died
the youth of today are all about violence and intrusion
running wild causing havoc and confusion
they think having a gun or a knife makes them more of a man
but if they want to prove their manhood why don't they fight hand to hand
too lazy to get up and go out to earn an honest salary
but have the energy to rob hardworking you and me
gang bangers, drug dealers and your garden variety hoods
incapable of being productive or possess positive attitudes 
enough is enough, it's time for us to take control
if you see something, say something, we all play a role
enough is enough, get the weapons away from them
it might be enough to save another child in the end

pedophiles, sexual predators and rapists on the prowl
it's time for all parents to stand up right now
talk to your children and make them aware
that evil can be found everywhere
take an active role in your children's existence
stay on their case and in their face with loving persistence
we have enough youths running around acting like fools
make sure yours get an education and stay in school
many are victims of circumstances and have fallen through the cracks
no one ever encouraged them to stay on the right track
children having children and all we can expect
is a generation raised with no regard for life and no respect
enough is enough, it's up to society
to get away from welfare and jail mentalities
enough is enough, it's time to do something constructive
so the future generation may one day be more productive

in 2007 only 42,000 black youths got college degrees
but over 400,000 got sent to state and federal penitentiaries
what's wrong with this equation? these numbers can't be correct
how did so many young men become social rejects?
uneducated, unemployed, no future and no hope
how do we expect them to now learn to cope?
enough is enough, no child should be left behind
as adults we can't afford to lose any more young minds
enough is enough, let the future generation prevail
and stop thinking the solution to the problem is building more jails
we should be building more schools and learning facilities
and not use our tax dollars mostly for the military
enough is enough, too many youths have lost their lives
maybe it's time that we turn to the Lord Jesus Christ


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No Your Not Civil At All

Civility

      Now let's see

               Goverment

                   Mixed messages sent


                                One for all

                                        Who made call ?


                                                   Unfair trades

                                                          Loved ones laid


                                                                      I'm still broke

                                                                                But won't choke


                                                                                                   Civility

                                                                                                             Not for me

                                        


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Lost

America,
You fly your flags at half mast.
It make us feel right
to mourn our mistakes in life
Never let your flag reach full mast.
otherwise you forget what is a wrong thing.
Rather it be to resent your past and
Never succeed in this dog for dog world.


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I am an Infidel

I am an Infidel.

The infidel writes,
blasphemes,
rejecting cellophane sermons.

The infidel whispers,
cursing,
the benevolence of the higher power.

The infidel chokes,
gagging,
on the odour that emanates,
from self-righteous mouths.

The infidel waits,
patiently,
for the retribution that must arrive.

The infidel casts off,
the labels of faith,
of belonging,
of sanctimonious snobbery.
The infidel refuses,
To beseech the merciful god,
And to cower,
And to kneel.
The infidel stands,
At times alone.

"Let he who is without sin cast the first stone"


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Books

Amongst people's breaths...spaces
Either minorities or majorities, 
Book just like a human being ---
shouldn't be critisized, 
Be-fore its opened!
Therefore the heart of a book


Details | I do not know? | |

Who are These People Pt 2

who are these people?
where did they come from?
of all the aromas in existence, the foul smell from the mouth of an 87 year old man
who has had gingivitis for 32 years
and has had rheumatoid arthritis in his wrist for the past 23
making it difficult, almost impossible to brush his teeth
is unquestionably the most repulsive characteristic of my job.
the bumpy, but crater filled skin that covers majority of guests
shows the degeneration caused by poor nutritional choices
an overall lack of physical exercise, 
and a lifestyle filled and toxified with consumerism and media injected promotional poison, 
they buy, and buy then buy some more
actually believing that the need the items they purchase
knick knacks, glass coasters, another Friday night dress
more liquor, more cigarettes, more disease, 
another pair of shoes, a DVD, 
consume, consume, consume
till their souls are consumed with materialistic so called needs
a new belt, more beer, more stress another year
buying things to bring gratification , trying to remove the fear
hats, drugs, amusement parks, comedians
sex shops, fancy cars, impulsive desires, 
new computer, new thrill, another method of destruction
years of being killed now can’t even carry on a discussion.


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Positioning Time

each congressman is
positioning himself for
re-election time


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Operation Freedom-no oscar nomination

OPERATION FREEDOM-NO OSCAR NOMINATION

Sex is best

Coach potatoes rest

TV demands 

Our attention best.


Next I guess

The threat of 

War.

Reality TV 

Even the whore


A boar.

The roar 

of the war 

Our whore war boar? 


Yes.


I’m numb

Somewhat dumb


Bi-sexual encounters

On tropical islands

Of whom will marry 

Mr. Billion Trillion carpenter

have let me, well…

Wanting 

More!



This shock and awe

Reality TV

A critical disappointment for me.



Sorry no Oscar nomination shall there be.

Not from me

You shall see. 

Hurry now 

Try some more

Trying in vain

To entertain me. 





Details | Limerick | |

Chain of Command

                You, topmost brass of the military chain of command,

       though it's your warriors who blast away humans from the land,

                                                     you're liable,

                                                     answerable;

           you can never wash away the blood of guilt from your hand!


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TO FORGIVE

            


                        



                         TO FORGIVE 


                	
          To forgive is to give another chance which is
         something friends generally ask for in one way
         or another in hopes it is not too much of a bother
         regardless of what father and mother devour- it is
         always necessary

          But does it really enhance self esteem and 
         confidence? despite what color the fence behind
         which one should never feel too tense or course
         there will often be a need for recompense and it
         is still a good thing to do even at school?

          Whoever wears the pants in a good relationship 
         should be smart enough to know if both individuals
         are happy and if so be in control of all actions 
         or decisions- but always forgive wrong doing 
         instead of automatically condemning which tends to 
         be what People are always doing- whoever wears the 
        skirt should be at least smart enough to never 
        commit an act of betrayal


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Birth Control

It's against the law to kill someone,
who hurts you in some way.
But murder is always justified,
by mothers everyday.

When you think about abortion,
do you see the child inside?
The babies life you want to stop,
has no where else to hide.

You tell yourself many things,
like it doesn't have a soul.
Think of the future your about to destroy,
by using birth control.

There are many ways to save it's life,
for the mothers who do not care.
And adoption is the answer,
for a couple in despair.


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YESTERDAY PEOPLE

On
the
outside
looking in-
seen but never heard.


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Arabian Photostatic

If black only stood and served an evil purpose 
At all times I’d hate it completely, reject it and resist it
With all my will- power and with all my strength

Maybe perhaps she/he once grew from a land called Africa
Maybe she/he had very sharp all five human senses intact 
Together to quickly decipher good from evil

Like fetishism, totemism, dogmatism, jewishism, moslemism
Or churchism the desire to choose and to choose rightly doesn’t
Stem from culture of any real people 
I’d repeat with every confidence
I’ve within my being


There’s a global percentage of liking for African
If she/he held high the need to speedily shun acts of schism,
Nepotism, tribalism

If she/he settled for the right attitude like in plucking a trees’ goodly
Apples,
If she/he selected the most likely option from multiple sets of solutions.

Could you imagine the hypocrisy involved 
with depicted black as fearful as a strange
Figure – 
A genie darkly big, long and tall 
Exactly replicated from Arabian Nights? 


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For the Freedom-Loving people of Syria

Massacre at Houla.

She was no more than 10 years of age.
He could have been a grandfather.

Young, old, women, girls, men, boys.

108 lives.

Now they are buried,
in hurriedly dug graves,
on the plains of Houla.

Killed by knives,
shot at point-blank range,
slaughtered, mowed-down.

108 lives.

Snuffed-out. Decimated. Taken-out.

108 lives.

As Damascus lies blatantly,
spewing forth untruth,
108 warm, dead bodies,
remain buried,
in hurriedly dug graves,
on the plains of Houla.

108 lives.


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GARRISON POEMS

Come see my world where the body is found
After the feast of worms is done; come see torn apart
The life and prospects skipping rope in children's heart
The dust drizzles atop the sutured sound
And eyes litany of curtains
And eyes gluttony of mountains
                           *******
Scuttle dreams of womanhood or manhood
Any child may do for the devil's device
Any slime may carry shame and maggot's vice
Those who die mysteriously are good
Matters not where the blood drops lead
Matters not how the victims bleed
                              *******
Through the barking night of sad moaning dogs
The battlefront kept a thin tenuous line
I could not spoon the shrapnels from the trembling mind
And the very sheet cringed the vipers' bogs
Into which the curdled blood flowed
Into which the tragic cocks crowed
                                *******
There are no fences here, except the wall
Of old zincs and shingles around the kind of house
That after childhood is not built again ... house
After house like lichen in the eye, fall
Bringing neither fire nor summer
Bringing neither hope nor terrror.
                                 *******
Think of those who live through it, us not you
The rags swept to the corner of the eye. Bent
To emptiness of fear in the scorned lament
Think that somewhere the muzzle follows you
And will not miss to tax the sun
And will not flee where battle's run
                                 *******
Did you say how did my world come to this
Scratching and gnawing and cold canker of sores
How did it imaged so starkly private yours
It's not our genes but our dreams that's amiss
The churning of the world in dirt
The churning of the heart in hurt
                                 *******
It is not my fault then but ours, and yet
It is my death alone that buys the flowers
And lingers, and lingers on the cloying hours
And who but the living failures regret
That we have no vision in light
That we have no comfort in night.
                                *******
Cringe me a mass on an abandoned hill
No running water, nor school, nor light, nor plan
To make more than community out of man
Count the dollar until the heart grows still
I'll show you where the error wakes
I'll show you how the honor flakes.
                                  *******
Bones clock bones shivering under the bed
They tried but did not shoot out the moon, you spy
Neither potholes nor potmarks there, just a lie
Trembling too in a drug addicted head
That one fix will be the last now
That one fix and then the false vow.


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NEVER BE AFRAID TO BE PROUD of AMERICA


America, the abundant, the place I was born 
I'll cherish till the day I die.
Where the bones of past heroes lie buried in the ground 
Who loved her the same as I.

Her mountains are so tall they reach for the sky;
With prairies where the green grasses grow.
There's billions of trees where wild birds nest
With creatures that flourish below.

That blue gold called water with which we are blessed
As raindrops or crystallized snow;
Changes to rivers and fresh water lakes
While the winds of our seasons blow.

There's the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train 
Racing on ribbons of steel
With the harvest of farms and from the factories 
Balanced in a box on a wheel.

Some cities have buildings a hundred stories tall, 
Structures of concrete, glass and steel.
A statue in a harbor, a present from France, 
Describes how, inside, we feel.

That flag on the moon with red and white stripes
Proves America’s dreams come true.
A country of heroes who line up to protect
The past, the present and the few.

We’ll defeat terrorism as it should be fought
Never letting Satan’s horde chase us to our door.
Safeguarding our borders and system of life
As our forefathers sacrificed before.

Never be afraid to be proud of America
And march with the brave, faithful and just.
Refusing to submit to the will of our enemies
Standing firm to preserve what we trust.















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Just For A Moment

Just for a moment close your eyes,

Just for a moment listen to the sounds.

Just for a moment think of the the past,

Just for a moment imagine their rounds.

Try to remember as you celebrate the fourth,

all the meaning behind it and all it's worth.

Be thankful you see pretty colors in the sky,

and all you are listening to are fire works...


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More Than Knowledge

no sur,
eyez cant reed
massa sez we do hem harm 
ifin we coold reed

eyez jus wana sos dem roos
on da whal wood maik sens
eyez turd fo getin whoopd
not nowin y

theyz ses thur b slayvs risin
gainst theyz massas
don sees how reedin is t blaym
massa mus b ryt bout dat doe

o lawd whyz eye n chaynz
eye dun no won haum
lawd wayk mee frum dis dreem
eyez n minz swer weel neva reed
if dat be wat u be needn

no sur
eyez cant reed
(Mr. Douglas turns his back and walks away)


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Reproductions of the Body

There is no pain
that is unaccompanied
by light blinding
or translucent like seeing
the sun through a flame or another's petite morte
as you climax,
 
and heap in rubbled bodies,
others cast in panoptic stone
by the suffocating beauty of the soldiered
rose-blossoms.
They cry, cry out in ineffable joy at the sky
or lips fall heavy to the dust
as they climax,
 
and entwined in fervent bodies
we all come to know what makes us bare another
sadness swaddled in marble arms.


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The New World Order

Freedom will now be defined as the absence of
Constraint to control, coerce, constrain or force another
Person (s) into believing what you believe.

Independence will now be defined as the forcibly enticed
State of being under the political “thumb” of another
Ruler and being “occupied” until such time as you can
Live by the rules of that occupying government.

Truth will now be what is said in the media and will
Be filtered by public relations officials. As well, there
Will be no “true” statements, unless by “true” you 
Mean, those statements believed to be true and 
Ultimately disputed even when discredited as 
False. 

Justice will now be defined as the ability to manipulate
How laws are implemented and overriding those very
Laws to make new ones based on the situation at hand.
Impartiality and fairness is now dependant on the “truth”
As mentioned above.

Religion will now be defined as any group or groups
That deem themselves to believe in an “other” and
Should be considered ignorant and brutal under all
Circumstances, unless what they believe is congruent
To what is believed by the occupying government.

                                                                        
                                                                      [a political thought]


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For Comrade Chris Hani 1942 - 1993

For Comrade Chris Hani
(1942 – 1993)

mowed down
by hot lead
your blood flowed
into our African soil
murdered you, yes, they did
silence you, they never will
for your voice
your spirit
speaks to us still


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WATER GLASS EMPTY

Water glass up-side down.
Why do you have that frown ????
Need water soapbox clown.
Can't live without that drink.
Vomit into the bathroom sink.
Water has a putrid stink.
Baby needs some water.
Better off at the florist.
Call the people in congress hall.
There all at the ball.
Who then can I call ????
I'm only a few feet tall.
So I must die in horror ways.
ACID_RAIN water gives me pains.

2006 from writespot.org ????
POEWHIT

JESUS SAVES


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MEXICO QUERIDO

MEXICO QUERIDO

Mexico querido y lindo…
The beauty of the people
And the land in which they live
Is accentuated by their struggle
To live their lives without bitterness
In a system of unfairness
The land itself cries out for justice
For equality and dignity
Men’s hopes are dashed 
Upon the altar of greed
At the heart of corruption is
Supreme selfishness,
Amassing wealth for 
One’s own pleasures

Still Mexico’s people 
Remain resilient,
Enduring life’s hardships
With steady determination
To enjoy their loved ones
And the land of their forefathers
To dare to believe, 
To hope yet once again
For the sake of their children
For a Mexico querido y lindo 
For everyone

mja


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THE LITTLE KID

A handsome but tattered looking boy
Light complexioned kid
Innocently looking harmless
“My belle dey cry
Hungry dey kill me o
Make una settle me now
Wuse, one chance, one chance
Driver, wait make dem
Dash me money for food”
Echoed his voice to my ear

I was a morning passenger
In a rush to see a friend
Other passengers laughed it off
The kid is very funny
Morning comic relief they thought.

The little kid,
One out of many
A Non-Nigerian, Chadian origin
Oh! Oh! I see, they all said
But what about Nigerians
Don’t we beg too?

Poverty has only one name
Colour, age, sex, origin
Counts not here,
When it calls,
We answer the register in unison.

For many little kids
And many old ones out there
Time to stop begging beckons.


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THESE STATES UNITED - PART I

A watchful white Dove 
 
patiently hovers high

slowly, high up above
 
as One 
 
of the forgotten few
 
Look down from the Great Golden 
 
Bird's Eye view

 
sigh sigh sigh
 
try not to cry
 
why why why
 
is there a  teardrop in your Golden eye
 
try try try

 
try not to choke
 
on the clouds
 
or on the smoke
 

Fly on your heartbroken
 
Paternal Wing
 
so tried and true
 
not so fast
 
past the Golden King
 
that we once loved 

that we once knew
 
there falls the red, the white, 

and the beautiful blue
 
teardrop - so long 
 
so long overdue


 
What a worthwhile journey 
 
A poor Pilgrim's passage through
 
Blood-soaked stripes 
 
taint pale me
 
and Americans of all types
 

of all shapes, sizes, and colors
 
and they also paint a colorful you
 
oh yes, you
 
yes, you too!
 
They Are Coming!
 
to paint you a somber more forgiving hue


 
Hear the Golden bagpipes 

Play for us now
 
Songs of a Nation
 
that we cannot replace
 
The Star Spangled Banner
 
God Bless America
 
and Amazing Grace
 
Pray for us now
 


God, George, save our Golden Face
 
Save our Sacred place

On Earth
 
As it is in Heaven

Where dreams renew

Where our Golden Eagle
 
Once so gracefully flew


 
Soar into Heavens of unthinkable
 
unsinkable

unreachable heights

 
Through the fears
 
the tears
 
and for over 200 years 
 
of a bloodstained
 
star struck
 

history
 
which is reflected in our 

and our older brother’s bloodshot eyes 
 
yet still remains
 
a mystery


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Home Pride

He has been out of country,
	for eighteen months.
Served in Afghanistan, 
    	two years now, he says.

He complains about society,
	America today.
Other places better than here,
	terrible here, he says.


The poor woman trapped,
	In the seat beside.
Drank a lot before the flight,
	over and over he says.

Boastful, brutish and arrogant,
	With no ring of the truth.
A sad, loud liar and much more,
	As he rattles on I say.
	
	


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The Threat On Democracy

The government of the people's 
right, 
soaked in the heart of freedom 
and fairness; 
many for your enthronement did 
fight 
but our rulers age use 
your shadow power to harness.

Where is your true face oh pure 
democracy ?
The lions on the throne has 
painted you black and ash,
human right have been
burried in their court of 
conspiracy
just to fill their pockets with our 
golden cash.

Tell me oh democracy, are you 
this little errand boy
that our princes slaps and 
rubish all day? 
Or are you this catchy caption on 
our campaign billboards 
employed by political spies who 
wants to have their way?

Many still hide under your sacred 
umbrella for political shelter
but the rays of corruption 
and nepotism still spank their 
head,
many still hope and pray to have 
you as their only charter,
but the arrow and spears of our 
political gamblers wants you 
dead.

Many still hide under your sacred 
umbrella for political shelter
But the sun rays of corruption 
and nepotism still spank their 
head,

Panels have been set up to lay 
your foundation
And hands have been shaken at 
the end of it all 
But injustice has build in the 
heart of our rulers mansions;
They kicked your golden seal 
into the ditch as a ball.

Arise oh philanthropist of fair 
governance 
Purge our political system of this 
borrowed sewage
Let's give this invaluable gold of 
governance a chance
For it was bought with the 
blood of heroes and sages

Oh medal of our fathers victory,
 Stare up the golden bones in 
your wings
 And fly into the power house of 
our nation's glory 
That once more our ancient 
solidarity anthem we will sing.

 Oh democracy break out of the 
slavery of these theives 
Your name have they use to 
blindfold us through diplomacy:
Seperate the shadows from the 
sparrows with your fair sieve 
And let our nation be proud of 
your name called democracy .


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An old motto renewed

woke up this morning
to an epiphany
of how your world works
be the best you can be
the best human 3 coil double flusher you can be
at first i was upset
in denial
that i too could live up to such high standards
how could i ever compete with such human waste
when they practice being a walking talking waste of skin everyday
acting it out
singing it
and making more money just by practicing an old motto renewed

Thats the only power you have over me
to be or not to be
a huge clog in the toilet we know as life
and i could practice it
all day and all night
no point in dancing around it in denial
but that might make me worth something
if i could pull off the feat of unequal measure
and finding someone to label what they really are
and laugh at the fact that they are oblivious to how your world works

Practicing being a total waste of skin
and then blame it on someone else
and hang their dead baby off my neck
but nope i'm better than that
i can be the best 3 coiler double flusher i can be
without any practice
just human nature at this point

Act 1 scene 2
making one person living a lie
look like a good person
as the rest of the play is all about everybody competes for the reward of being a clog in the 
toilet we call life
Song and dance
still the same glory
and yet soo many of you basking in your power
of who is or isnt in denial of how your world works
practice makes perfect i guess
no point in trying to change anything
just go dangle someone elses dead baby off your neck

an old motto renewed
be the best double flusher i can be
live it, sing it, paractice it to one day show the world their brand new lie
and next lesson of how to be succesfull at something
that will only come naturaly
why not?


Details | Haiku | |

PEACE

WAR BREAKS ALL OVER GLOBE
CALAMITY CRUELTY BLOOD SHED FRONT PAGE NEWS
PEACE EVER BREAKS I WONDER


Details | Elegy | |

Bombay Missiles

From the eyes of Shangri-la and words indited in bulletin
spoken by  bellwethers and imagery on broadcasts
Felt the passing of breaths and federation menace.

The scourge abided by cause of hooliganism
By a group of libertine, 
Held, ye plot to an affright baker’s dozen bams.
He who fended collared gravely, and he who
Fathered, headed for the hills. 
Passing of breaths and the devour city
Bellowing mother’s cry and bemused father
The helpless baby yet addled with a smile.
The speechless contrarian and the stock market blues
Mongers fall back and the bollywood whodunit. 
Queried world and hastening federations 
The eventual address to make for red alert. 

Staked City and yet another lionize attack
To their day of remembrance on the cause of vandalism
Dawdled to a tetrad later 
Abided by the juvenility of their community
Held, ye plot to an heptad bams.
Office hour rushed shush dead to the world
Aghast citizenry and deplorable family
Her plighting husband to return and son’s oft exacts
Left apart for an unknown time.

Ruled by terrorism, shame upon faith
Around-the-clock yet another hark back
Abided by the army of pure
Held, ye plot to tenner explosions.
Challenges taken were overwhelm 
An arrest bore witness
Yet, 
From the eyes of Shangri-la and words indited in bulletin
spoken by  bellwethers and imagery on broadcasts
Felt the passing of breaths and federation menace.


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Truthbomb

Natural resources plundered worldwide
Everyone's a suspect
Watching us and all we do

Working our fingers to the bone until the day we die
One world government the ultimate plan
Rights to free speech being violated
Lets spare a thought for the third world nations
Disease and death on the daily

Oswald the patsy 
Rockefeller Rothschild Rich Rich Rich
Do celebrities really need 20 million dollars per movie
Educate yourself, read a book, open your mind
Revolution


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Have and the have nots

grabbing at straws the luck of the draw
some live big some live raw
a few like gods on hills of gold
every things fine just do what were told

A man on the corner needs something to eat
money walks by thinks dirty deadbeat
separated so the poor don't offend
at least when your down no need to pretend

late at night at the castle on the hill
a drunken success pops another pill
doesn't talk to his kids doesn't have real friends
his wife loves spending and the hottest new trends

a mother and her children prepare for the meal
what little there is seems so surreal
Everyday she struggles to provide
all she has is love and great strength inside

the driver takes him to the company he owns
he makes money by working others to there bones
always watching for a worker whose down
to remind them hes got the best jobs in town

eight sharp she takes the bus into work
she works for sol ittle just to please some rich jerk
the boss points out maybe its time for some new clothes
hes pays so little cares nothing for what she owes


the girls need braces but theres no way to pay
she smiles real big and says well get em someday
but shes knows she probably wont ever afford
she can barely make rent on her own accord

when he enters his mansion he feels quite alone
a beautiful house but know sign of a home
he decides it be better if workers lost there medical coverage
the company will save and even the overage

two people so very different one thinks hes what most people want to aspire to
the other wonders how long she can hold two sick days she'd be out on the street
the first one is selfish drinks every night avoids his family and lies a lot to
the second is down but will never give up and her children love her she is so sweet

these two people we see everyday I'm willing to bet you may look away
she just doesn't know how to save irresponsible i hear people say
when you see the man in his top notch suit and perfect smile
i hear people say what an outstanding man i like to talk for a while

When i see the man in his thespian role i feel a ting of pity in the heart in the soul
all the money doesn't help him see the person he his the one he could be
when i see the women struggle all day i wonder why we aren't all this way
her strength and courage virtues indeed a path of love is always richer then  one of greed 


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MORE BITTER THAN SORROW

When freedom is limited to merely living a gloomy existence,
not having access to all the privileges and total liberties
of a free society, then it's more bitter than sorrow.  



When one's faith is not allowed to be openly professed and expressed
to praise God and place Him above Man, it's a suppressing hand
hindering any heart to sing its hymns...becoming an ordeal more bitter than sorrow.



I have the gift of the written word, which the Almighty endowed me at birth,
and my intolerance can infuriate the rage of any suppressing regime without worth;
woe to them who will force me to swallow a venom more bitter than sorrow!  



For an uncrowned head, with no honor bestowed upon it, there's no need for a sword,
but how will the doleful faces, that desire joy to shine upon them, celebrate life? 
I can offer them solace, not hopelessness which is more bitter than sorrow. 



Cruel and unfair kings, you run your kingdoms with an inhuman heart and a bloody hand,
drowning your people in conspicuous silences; a fearful people, who must never cause discord
among the poor and the ignorant, lest they choose a martyrdom more bitter than sorrow.


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Tradition in transition

Rome
A cat
Drowned

A middle ground
Of Europe
Searching for a new identity

A new entity
New parasite born

The King is dead
Long live The King

An image of filthy streets
Garbage
Rats

A new squalor
New age of technological progress

States rise and fall
And survive through art

Literature of hart
Paintings and machines
Bringing modernity's beginnings


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The Vagabond Within

The Vagabond Within.

I slip through cracks,
my memories dimming,
as thoughts of yesterday swirl,
down dreary tunnels of decay,
into the chasm that is today.

Waiting, forever waiting,
to belong, yearning to fit in,
taking solace in transient cities,
wearing masked faces,
tailored for fleeting places.

 I stagger each night, lost,
wasting precious breaths,
drawn from a lifetime of sighs,
no consolation from the cruel,
while donning the skin of the fool.

Wrestling unseen demons,
dreading tomorrow as it nears,
ripping away my shallow smile,
withering into a hollow shell,
seeking comfort in everyday hell.

I stumble, I falter,
words slipping off pen onto paper,
fickle doleful murmurs of distaste,
at the gradual emptying of a soul,
needing to shed it all to be whole.

Stray dogs savage each other inside,
a body lathered in deep muck,
soiling my pants, wetting my being,
whistling promises that turn into lies,
the plaintive songs of a clown that cries.

I am momentary, 
a soap bubble on the breeze,
just smoke clearing into thin air,
wasting away in my cocooned lair,
too old to change, too young to care.


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generation zero

GENERATION ZERO

We are the generation zero, born without a hero.
Waiting, waiting for it to happen, caught without a weapon.
To you I turn in my hour of need, part of the same creed.
Our leaders fail us and fill their pockets, building nuclear rockets.
What can we do but run from this zoo?

Generation zero, generation zero, caught against the trap of a material world.
March and unite in a display of being bold
Generation zero, generation zero, throw away teenagers burnt in the fire,
as their parents choke in their children’s funeral pyre.

Watch and learn, be by my side, we can swallow our foolish pride.
Into the war we venture, unafraid to fall.
If the devil dogs get us, join me and be my evenfall.
England cries as her folk party and trip,
On make believe happiness, the Devil’s whip.
This is the fire of President Blair’s treachery,
an experiment of hypocrisy.
Soon no one will be left, except me and you.
Can we be strong and come out true?

Generation zero, generation zero, caught against the trap of a material world.
March and unite in a display of being bold.
Generation zero, generation zero, throw away teenagers burnt in the fire,
as their parents choke in their children’s funeral pyre.

The system has failed us and has now broken our backs;
now the enemy follows in our tracks
to hunt us down and take our lives in a frenzy of death.
Stand with me and fight to the last, become my heroine of the earth.
Together in slow motion we fall,
fallen souls against it all.
Generation zero, generation zero, generation zero…


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This is the Story of How We Begin to Remember- Part 2

We hardly remember the truth
Victims of the Great Forgetting
We hardly recognize that history is popular culture
A screenplay of the past written by the victor

We joke George Washington 
Is the Father of our country
Both Literally and Metaphorically
Simply because he fathered so many illegitimate children
Picture Martha knowing that Betsy Ross
is sewing more than just stripes on the flag

As Paul Simon sung, 
We hardly picture Joseph's face 
as black as night
And Jesus wandered his days 
Under African Skies 

We hardly look at the big picture
which is that we are destroying ourselves
We cannot continue to keep living 
the way we are living 
And not expect civilization to collapse

We are so short sighted
We hardly see history repeating itself
We are Rome 
And quite sadly Nixon is our Nero
Hardly a hero
It won't be long before 
The clock strikes zero

By: Joseph DeMarco


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Wishing You The Very Best

Three wishes
Illuminating dishes


First one
  No gun


Communication is the key


Second asking
   Sun's basking


For no light World would be cold lonely and dark


Third request
  Loves zest

After all it's what makes the world go around


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The Wind Carries His Name

The Wind Carries His Name.

They shot him down,
silencing a man of flesh and bone.

Though as the bullets tore through him,
the wind carried his name.

Far across the weary fields,
high above the stubborn peaks,
over the blood soaked streams,
the wind carried his name.

They shot him down,
silencing a man of flesh and bone.

Yet the wind carried his name,
to you and to me,
to them and to us.
They shot him down,
but we still say his name,
as we catch it on the breeze.

Still they try to shoot him down,
to silence a man of flesh and bone.
But the wind cannot be stilled,
and the wind carries his name.

"Che"

(For Ernesto Guevara)


Details | Free verse | |

Knock It Down

down down down, knock it down to the basement 
blowing stuff up for a book never made sense 
the books were made, we've been screwed since
religion should be talked about in past tense
hence, the age of ignorance is over 
ill put the burdens of the weak on my shoulders
its a heavy weight to carry 
but death is a women i would gladly marry 
if it means i could stop the torment and destruction 
of our youth, they don't deserve to be corrupted
the mind is pure, void of superstition 
don't transmit unto your loved one your condition 
let them grow up, and make their own decision 
because i know if you did they would never choose the same path 
they would figure out the simple math  
they would never be so arrogant
to believe this world was heaven sent 
and was made with them in mind
they would reject any mention of a being divine 
only wealth and religion can cause a man to be so vain 
eternity, what is there to gain 
is this life and this world not enough for you 
you need another, and another, and another too
it is sad to see you wasting the only life you have 
don't let your children fall victim to the same fad


Details | Quatrain | |

SPOTS

                                                          SPOTS

A leopard's a leopard, make no mistake,
He'll always have those black spots;
And if you think for a moment he'll change,
Clear thinking's not something you've got.

A leopard's a creature who seeks tilll he finds,
A good opportunity.
Don't think for a moment 'cause you've scratched his ears,
You've gained some immunity.

He is what he is and always will be,
He'll never be anything else.
Don't turn your back on a leopard, my friend,
His track record speaks for itself.

                                                        Judy Ball

If you catch someone in a lie time after time how can you continue to trust him to 
tell the truth?
If someone says he is FOR something to you and says he is AGAINST it to someone 
else, which do you believe?
If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, makes a noise like a duck and hangs out 
with a bunch of ducks chances are it ain't no swan.


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Are We Being Driven to God's Elimination


Are We Being Driven to God’s Elimination? In the names of diversity and anti-discrimination. It’s like we’re being driven to God’s elimination! God is being “forced” from many institutions! All in the name of this country’s constitution! We’re told that God and this country must be “separated.” Anything less is what many would call; “discriminated.” Any forms of Godly virtues or values are “torn down.” Any symbol of a cross is often “removed from the town.” It’s no wonder that this country’s in such a big mess! And yet this country wants to be strong and blessed? “What shall the righteous do if the foundations are destroyed?” Meanwhile, the tide of ungodliness, is often “enjoyed.” Those who are trying to remove God! You must beware! His judgment is soon coming! And will catch you unaware! There’s will come a day! When God’s wrath you will endure! The wages of sin is death! This is very true and sure! People may think that removing God is the “thing to do.” Anyone who attempts to do will wind up as “a fool.” Only God can fill the void in life and true love within! Only God has the power to free your soul from sin! The words; “in God we trust,” in our lives must be applied! Everything we’ll ever need… God has supplied! God is this country’s hope! It’s only true foundation! We need HIM right now! To come and heal our nation! By Jim Pemberton


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Untitled #82 / A tide

A tide of a
hundred thousand people
tides of change


Details | ABC | |

American Enterprise

Ambition breeding cold determination
Every facet guiltily held in jotted keys
Lurking making numerous opportunities
Pleading quick reaction seldom thinking
Undermining valiant workers xenophobic 
Yearning zealously among bidders


Details | I do not know? | |

Commune

Celebrate your differences and commune on what you have in tune

There,s room enough on God,s green Earth

 to feel the Sun or bay the Moon

Enjoy each others delicacies

Take a siesta  sometimes when it,s noon

 Get along with peoples from shore to shore

 'Cause ain,t that what Life is for?


Details | Couplet | |

the axe

given all of the pertinent facts
I wonder why we grind the axe

to prove our point of pointed dismay
that things should be the other way

and furthermore we pointedly assume
no change of course will spell out doom

to all we value and hold so dearly
the end of the world we know, or nearly

that axe to grind so smooth and keen
can slice out dissent to intervene

and change our differing conversations
to gulfs of animosity and altercations

so you'd better shape up and repent
see my wisdom and give your consent

to change it 'round to another leaning
instead of finding ways of demeaning

not my point, or my position, but me
and interrogate me with a third degree

as if my merely saying to you "ok, ok"
would be sufficient to have your own way

in the course of humanity's day-to-day
any view is from point-of-view, my way

so make sure before you grind your axe
against my thoughts, my ideas, my facts

that tree you want to cut down to size
might just be the log within your eyes

© Goode Guy 2011-07-19

notable that sarcasm rhymes with chasm, no h.


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Mesquito

Mesquito

I know God loves us
and so does Jesus the Mesiah
I like to think
that they'd like to stand beside us
but, we turn our backs on them day and night
I wonder how he bares the sight
when he looks down upon you and me
look around at what he sees
we trash the earth and stomp his laws
then many blame him when things go wrong
and what happened to his nation and it's culture?
it scarcely exists outside of his words, prose, and songs
even though it is readily available
in almost everybody's home
no faith and his culture will disapear
so long my love so long
for what purpose will we exist
at war with creations thrown


Details | Etheree | |

Argumentative

One, 
Life long,
Liberty,
Reiterates,
Free speech upon all,
The right to anytime,
Complain about anything.
Even though nothing may happen,
We do it about every theme.
Until the day we die, maybe beyond.


Details | I do not know? | |

Embalming the Conscience

Embalming the Conscience

Embalming the conscience,
of a world catatonic with apathy.

Apathy worn on sleeves,
with shimmering cuff-links of brazen indifference.

Shopping, mall-hopping, acquiring.
Squinting at designer tags.

Ah! But the party never ends,
as we giggle and flirt and drink and screw.

While corpses burn,
nailed to the cross.

And while the others scavenge,
for scraps in the dirt.


Details | Free verse | |

No Name

This world of ours slips in an evil stream
As we continue on in this demented dream
We have married a selfish bride
That has so much to hide
Our great president worships her
The holy trinities bless her
And yes those tea parties in England just go on
As the skis over Baghdad burn
She has her ways
Running our cars
Making life so nice
But our monetary slice does take so much
And Oh
She is so slippery
So dark
So maniacal
She lives to consume
This bride 
The true God

Oil


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Young Gun

Verse 1

So young
One gun
How dumb
I'm stunned
He's done

My son
My son

Verse 2

His choice
My voice
Spirit hoist
Skin so moist
Such a boast

My son
My son

Verse 3

Died in vain
This drives me insane
Such hidias pain
Listenening to the rain
For what has it gained

My son
My son




Tribute To A Co-Worker
Who Lost The Battle
In A Gunfight With Police


So Long Hollywood { 55 yrs old }


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Affirmative Action

I’ll tell you what I think
will you think on what I tell?
Where the Hell are you
while they’re busy
whipping me?
Persecuted so you say
the actions of others affirm
it’s the other way around
While you claim I am the demon
by reflections of the past
and the shades of my skin
if you look deep inside
your own skin
You’ll find that your own reflections
have sins shining brighter than those 
that can be claimed mine
Put this in your mind
while you’re crying
for hand-me-outs
and how your beliefs
are self-condescending
like the self-hating Jew
Your biggest enemy 
is not me nor my "kind"
rather, it is you


Details | I do not know? | |

The Art of Word-Jacking

The Art of Word-Jacking.

'Freedom'.
'Justice'.
'Democracy'.

Three words,
lost to us.

Plundered by the few,
stripped naked and ravaged,
pummeled into submission.

Three words,
taken from us.

Usurped so casually,
stolen and cleaved,
left meaningless.

Three words,
strangled and violated.

No more.

Not today.

Today, we reclaim the ideals,
the billion voices,
all straining to be heard.

Today, we take back our truth,
our collective aspiration,
still yearning for the harvest.

Today, we sing the hymns of freedom,
as we gather at the gates of justice,
while mourning the paralysis of democracy.

'Freedom'.
'Justice'.
'Democracy'.

Three words,
that we shall wrest back.

Three words,
that have nurtured our dreams.

'Freedom'.
'Justice'.
'Democracy'.

Three words,
for which we all have bled.

Three words,
word-jacked and abused,
that are ours once more.

'Freedom'.
'Justice'.
'Democracy'.

Three words,
that shall remain tightly wrapped,
around our collective core.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Celebration of Apathy

A Celebration of Apathy.

Cellophane smiles devoid of feeling,
Saccharine laughs hollow and tinny,
Frigid words wrapped in rich syrup,
Cashmere shawls thrown over sleek shoulders,
Beluga spread on lightly buttered toast,
Champagne kisses stripped of passion,
Happy days and feast-filled evenings,
Devouring canapés, sipping Martinis,
Empty banter seducing thoughtless puppets,
Opinions flung around like soiled underwear,
Vacations planned while on vacation,
Banquets, 
Lush parties,
Inebriated soulless cadavers cackling,
As flesh and blue-chip options are traded,
Lipstick imprints on fine cut-glass,
Silk suits barely concealing hard-ons.

Screwing, ****ing, laughing, posing,
Pretty people in designer camouflage,
Blind to a billion naked children,
Deaf by design to tired cries,
Mouths unable to whimper,
Stuffed with Kobe beef,
Consciences guillotined,
Screwing, ****ing, laughing, posing,
As God looks down benevolently.

Filling mosques, temples, synagogues,
Stuffed into churches, coffee-shops, delis,
Praying on bended knee for absolution,
imploring a higher power to deliver,
Yet more Kobe beef,
Beluga Caviar,
Cashmere shawls,
Silk suits,

So that the screwing, ****ing, laughing, posing,
Remain wrapped in cellophane smiles,

So that the saccharine laughs never cease,
While apathy secures yet another 100 year lease.



Details | Limerick | |

Unprofessional Soldier?


                 If to you professionalism of a soldier

             is robotic obedience to orders for murder,

                                then count me out,

                                    I'm not a lout,

   I'm much more than that silver dog tag's serial number !


Details | Tanka | |

Wall Of Jars

The Herbalist,

Stood before his wall of jars,

Mixing concoctions,

For the local folks who came

for health, despite wrongful laws.



For the "Jars" contest   Jan 19, 2012


Details | Senryu | |

Ironic

... what an irony

    that democracy must be

    rammed coercively ...


Details | Epigram | |

T.I.N.A.

My
way or
highway-
a singular 
choice


Details | Rhyme | |

"The Walk"
An elected position walks into transition, but not without apprehension.
Thrusted forward into accountability , a  “ word” that was lost in financial history.
Blame and blasphemy for others greed, carelessness, incompetency and irresponsibility.
Unlike the blind man to our society, anger creates a false reality.

encircles him for others greed, carelessness, incompetency and irresponsibility.
Unlike the blind man to our society, anger creates a false reality.”  
A “change that we can believe in” is the course called destiny.
Persecution upon every action or direction by resistance and those individuals who remain in 
social captivity by their  own personal experiences or enthrusted perceptions of “what ought not  
be”.
Prepare the world for  the world is watching and they see “without corruption, and a massive 
scale of discrimination, injustices and judgment as their plea”, they are not happy nor do they 
believe that  they succeed.  
May forgiveness and mercy find it’s place upon his adversaries as well as for him whom they do 
unto in the sight of he.
People , we call ourselves “we” , do not lose focus, the walk for change remains on our compass 
to destiny and real facts vs. opinions will be our guide for future  history. 
Carrie Love-atkins@copyright 2010
corrected version August 20,2010


Details | Fibonacci | |

PARTY POOPERS

Let's
not
go there-
politics
and/or religion.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Perennial Exile

The Perennial Exile.

Alone,
a foreign body,
eliciting condescending smiles,

the exile walks on.

Though gracious intentions are spoken,
well-meaning band-aids applied,

the exile walks on.

Alone,
never shaking off the fear,
the cold, damp trepidation,

the exile walks on.

A scab on the body,
ignored as benign,
tolerated by its host,

the exile walks on.

Alone,
knowing the danger,
imminent and grave,

the exile walks on.

Alone, outside,
malleable, acceptable,
truths rarely spoken.

Fit in, shut up, pipe down,
swallow the whispers,
chew on the smirks,

the exile knows its place.

Decades pass,
an accent is adopted,
papers are signed,

still,

the exile walks alone.

Weary now, beaten-down,
by careless kindness,
and stifling generosity,

the perennial exile,

remains.


Details | Burlesque | |

Be a Man

Begin with private tears, end with tears as memories.
End all the femininities, grip hard to masculinities.
Laugh at the boy in his sister's best Sunday dress.
And then we'll humor ourselves and leave behind our empathy.  
Don't bother to understand differences ... Mock, don't give sympathy!
You better keep Father proud and extricate these emotions at any costs.
You haven't a choice - Look at the boy in the dress and all the manhood he's lost!
This is a man's land, so find a pretty girl and keep her in line.
This is a man's world, and any efforts to equality are fruitless attempts.
Grasp your manhood, perfect patriarchy - There's a crying boy to be held in contempt!
Show your muscle, brag of how in mortal combat the pretty boy ran!
And feel humiliated when she says "To weep is to demonstrate how to be a man."


Details | ABC | |

THE HINGE OF HISTORY

THE HINGE OF HISTORY


The hinge of history swings in all directions 
As the happenings of the past are written down.
Out of all that has occurred since man's beginnings, 
Less has been recorded than waits to be found.

Babylonians kept chronicles of history,
Hebrews wrote the past as a dramatic story. 
Greeks had no faith in the future at all,
Believing mans repeated errors doom his glory.

Christians added a new dimension to history,
Looking forward to Christ’s return to earth. 
An on going drama involving man and God,
Believing all are created of equal worth.

Some have asked why must we study history; 
It just encourages us to live in the past.
When we forget history we repeat its mistakes, 
As the outcome of humanity is cast.

By Tom Zart
 


Details | Verse | |

Currency Change

Money gets switched up
Money lingers in idle state treasuries

Causing character flaws in bought elections
Causing citizens to occupy to a No Where

Money is a cause to an effect
Money affects a World to be had

Stale-mate. 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Transparency of Selves

The Transparency of Selves.

Transparently unseen,
lonely souls walking on,
slipping between raindrops,
curling between folds of reality,
twisting in dreary, worn-out skins.

Moulting, peeling off, discarding,
worn-down corpses edging towards,
whistling crowds of leering stares,
wasted on insipid momentary sighs,
where collective consciences lay mute.

Opaque words flounder, seeking, begging,
wooden excuses swept up in dusty screams,
bellowing unspoken profanities in solitude,
sweltering amongst boneless patriarchs,
where impotence teeters on the brink of reason.

Rivers of unreason roll on, ceaselessly,
watering the sordid thoughts and empty voices,
filtering out warmth and empathy, drilling,
deeper into a callousness that embraces,
coddles, nourishing nothing but putrid decay.



Details | I do not know? | |

West eats Meat

West eats Meat*.


Silently, 
slicing the sky,
a Predator on the prowl.

Searching,
through human eyes,
miles away at HQ.

Picking up the signs
fresh meat on the ground,

scanning heat signatures,
confirmation reaches the bird,

sixteen high-value targets,
on the move,
in the cool desert night.

An order is given,
the Predator banks left,
steadies itself,
while sharpening its claws.

With a whoosh,
the Predator belches,
its payload strikes the HVT's.

"Target destroyed",
a cheer goes up,
miles away at HQ.

The smoke clears,
silence returning,

while,

5 men,
4 women,
7 children,

stir no more,
late for the feast,
as the bride lies cold,
and dead,
on the dunes.

"mission accomplished".


* : with thanks to Pandit Ravi Shankar's extraordinary composition "West eats Meat".



Details | I do not know? | |

Hero's

You’re our hero
The poor and impoverished 
Captive starving millions
Cry
Tears of anguish
Tears of dread

The cost of their Hero’s burial
Is too their debt
Their sacrifice 
The living for their leader 

The hungry little ones 
Cry
The world watches on
In fear

My Hero gave it all
His life
A willing sacrifice 
His perfect life
His perfect love
His cost
Our hatred
That we might live

His excruciating death
Has not left us comfortless
And soon to be 
Our resurrection of renewal

We the loyal few weep for what we did
His life for ours
The rest rejoice because you died
The world now looks on 
In fear

©? Brenda V Northeast              29 Dec. 2011

 
 


Details | Free verse | |

Heathrow - Terminal Five

Tradition

Religion

Our flight plan repetition
Dead people’s luggage clogs the runways of the mind.

Terrorism

Fundamentalism

Synonymous with the blind, the needless
Handles snap and you bind them?

Grounded forever in the baggage of your kind,
Tied up in tales of better times

Tradition

Religion

Recognition

	Think again.


Details | Quatrain | |

War of Contempt

Without the quest for redemption
The populace play idle games
Gigabits won’t grant exemption
When sovereignty goes up in flames 

Genocidal business mission
Funding both sides of each conflict
Stoking the flames of ambition
Bankrupt countries fail by edict

New orders rooted in the past
Proffer real wealth for dead paper
They sow ignorance vile and vast
Freedom dissolving like vapor

Warranted balance sheets dictate
Suitable loss as they see fit
Diseased airwaves warn us to hate
While poisons infect the mess kit

Failing sweet liberty’s daughter
Uranium shells pierce and spall
Embedding explosive slaughter
Self-righteousness annexing all

Peace proves a word of corruption
Imposing control serves their end
Troops and camps to quell eruption
When cheated free souls won’t pretend

Babel rebuilt before our eyes
Covert designs from ancient times
I recognize the Fourth Reich’s rise
Never ignoring their war crimes


Details | Rhyme | |

What's Right Or Wrong Anymore


Very seldom do I hear 
 any complaints.
Regarding the lacking
of moral restraints.

It seems like many are under
 some kind of a "spell."
What's right or wrong? 
 Many can't even tell!

Where are the moral leaders
 this nation needs?
As the heart of this nation continually bleeds.

Many chuches provide
very little discretion.
Pretending to be "Godly" ... yet no moral direction.

No wonder many people don't 
know what to believe.
A lifestyle of lying, drugs and
 sex is what they achieve.

In their lives, they have 
no "moral boundary."
Many carrying a load of "dirty laundry."

To those of you who want 
satisfaction and victory too...
There is a "moral compass" 
that's freely offered to you!

This "moral compass," 
is God's word...a solid foundation!
Which speaks of HIS love
 and his gift of salvation!

If your life is filled with hurt, 
and has no true meaning.
It's in the direction of Jesus 
you need to be leaning!

You don't have to live in 
despair and defeat.
Jesus' grace and love will 
make your life complete!

By Jim Pemberton 
2007


Details | Tanka | |

Rust Corrodes

Rust Corrodes Our World,

Infecting While Eating Us,

Corrupting our soul.

Justice Grinding To A Halt

Love And Mercy Falls Apart.




Written for the "Rust" Contest.


Details | Rhyme | |

REVOLUTION!

Time for Revolution!
spread the revelation.
Governmental evolution,
blessed elation!

With strange knowledge of fresh relation,
we'll overthrow the oppressive regime!
Our fiery souls burning with titillation!
we can't fail as a team.

But beware, dear philosophers, uprising is no picture of violet,
scarred spirits, forever changed, with images of the violent.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

JUSTICE IN THE WORK PLACE

the Government gives developers and corporations huge tax breaks
but the workers only get poverty wages and public funds they need to take

to earn $8 dollars an hour on which to raise a family
I don't know about you but I think that's an absurdity

we need prevailing wages to be set in the work place
what those companies are trying to pay the workers is a disgrace

Albany get off your rear ends and do the job for which you've been elected
for as sure as you're in that position by the people you can be rejected

you've lost the people's trust and New Yorkers are in an uproar
stop all the filabustering and get some legislation passed into law

Justice in the Work Place  that's one of the reason you were sent to Albany
Justice in the Work Place for the workers and their families


Details | Free verse | |

It's Magic!

It’s Magic!

FOR MY NEXT TRICK,
I’ll take away what is making
Everyone sick around here.

I’ve been hired by BP to
make the oil spill magically disappear.

Hocus pocus! Abracadabra!
Here take this pill,
wear this amulet spelling
ABRACADABRA to ward off this disease,
and put on these rose-colored glasses.

That black splat out
there is just whack!

According to BP,
It’s really just a
big blob of bird crap!


CATCH PHRASE POEM ENTRY


Details | Couplet | |

indebted to

the debt crisis started in Greece
with that ancient fact, let us make peace
we are founded after all, after Greek democracy
today's government grown to democratic bureaucracy

so, our debt crisis started in Greece
our numbers much larger, make governance obese
but managing the peace, of home and abroad
does not imply that our democracy is flawed

thinking back, our debt crisis started in Greece
and many allude that we're on the decrease
but crystal balls are more truly opaque
in democracy's future we're indebted to make

our real debt crisis that started in Greece
really none of us want our freedoms to cease
by dictators and theocracies none of us want
or lorded over by some damn crazed commandant

so we're indebted to ancient crisis's of Greece
when people got together and voted for peace
kratos, the "power" and dêmos, the "people"
a far superior government than it's prequel

back before our debt crisis started in Greece
there were slaves and soldiers praying for release
because aristocracies and kings, ruled all things
the only freedoms granted were what death brings

so yes, we are to ancient Greeks, much indebted
for them asking for a better governance vetted
giving each citizen voice, in the governing choice
a way toward a civil society we all can rejoice

© Goode Guy 2012-11-05


Details | Lyric | |

NEPOTIC EVOLUTION

Not
by
merit,
selection
by family genes-
power in association.


Details | Lyric | |

Who Am I?

Betrayed by my own body

My sex inside

not who you see outside

Not gay, not straight

just different, many say weird

Belonging nowhere

Insiable hunger

Desperate need

Unquenchable desire

Unspeakable pain

Aching for every day privileges

enjoyed by most people

My soul crying

for what feels lost

Lifelong grieving

for what I don't have

My label is transgender.


Details | Couplet | |

THE RIGHT TO BEAR ARMS

THE RIGHT TO BEAR ARMS 
     By the Poets Listed After the Poem

There's good and bad in ‘most everything. 
The same is true of guns! Ping, Ping, PING!!! 
Targets as prey, almost any day, 
Fun in the sun, clean family stay!

Boomerang, this wrong, right conspires. 
We're all targets; guns will backfire. 
On the loved throne from early shooting, 
Bang! Bang! Huge torpedoes recruiting-
 
School massacres; what is there to say? 
Beers, bullets; kill!  American way? 
Flash my piece for a piece of the pie. 
From my cold dead hands, this gun you'll pry.

Bullet holes piercing loved ones for: Cash
Loot!  Silver!  Gold!  Jewelry!  Robbers' stash-
We must have the right to protect…. Broadcast!!!  
These rights we must uphold, don't be crass. 

Every home surely needs protection. 
What!  Haven't we learned? Expectation.
Except for prayer, we still have free speech.
How far, I ask, will lost freedoms reach?

CONTRIBUTING POETS:
Dane Smith-Johnsen, Doris Culverhouse, Ruben Ortellao, Charma Chircop, John Robbin,
Yoni Dvokis, Rain Cerdiwin Keetly, Patricia Prescott, Sara Kendrick, and
Dane Smith-Johnsen


Details | Lyric | |

prejudice

we know you just wanna be you
we're thinkin' that we're over you
we prefer our point of view to you
you must mistake what you misread

we know you want to improve you
we'll do our best to subdue you
we'll really just eschew you
you better know, you won't succeed

we'll find something to do with you
we'll remove you from our field of view
our methods, tried and true for you
we took a vote and we all agreed

we're certain you misconstrue you
we may have to make do with you
we'll just twist it to skew you
our truth exists by our decree

we're sure we will outdo you
we think you should just make do you
we insist that you obey us too
you're better off to just accede

we'll shriek like a shrew to you
we'd like to run you through you
we'll hurt you like we used to
you just lay there - and bleed

we prefer that you'd withdrew you
we'll say anything to screw you
we clearly see right though you
you're at the core of our creed

we just looove to hate you
we deride you and abate you
we chide you, you ingrate you
you're the one that we need

our prejudice lives on - for you
it's us against the best of you
we'll soon address the rest of you
you have our word on it, guaranteed

you live a life we think taboo
we prefer to start with life anew
you know, we say, to hell with you
and we sincerely wish you - godspeed

© Goode Guy 2012-05-01


Details | Free verse | |

Gnosis

We seek to wrought with no Desire Detached from all Earthly Pleasures So yearning to know but with what do you hold? That are way is wrong, aren't we all greedy with lust and lustful for power? How can you know what is right When all we Ever Wanted was Wrong? Dreaming a Dream filled with Ignorant Knowledge It is what Tears us Apart When we thought we were Right We were Never so Wrong How can we Know what is Right when the ignorance settled so long ago? Humanity has killed The Divine with Desire Seek to know what is right In your heart For you; 'tis different for all Never agree unless your heart accepts Always seek Find your Personal Logos Be Enlightened Seek the Gnosis


Details | Didactic | |

America, In God We Trust

We will not forget God!
He is in our lives and from sea to sea
He is ever alive in you and in me
He truthfully reigns over everything
We will shout praises and we’ll sing
Let our Liberty ring!  Let our Liberty ring!
We will pledge His great name and ever proclaim
Declaring God lives and we trust in His name!


Details | Narrative | |

Idiotamic Expression

Alas, looks like some folks are plain lucky
going to the top just on sheer ability to talk
without doing time building up character
through real experience and hard work.

Reliant on gobbledygooks and catchalls,
he runs for office using his special lingo,
though hardly offering a sensible platform,
yet, still confident it all will turn out bingo!

Bereft of workable ideas to offer the nation,
hope is what we need, is all he could say;
there is nothing there but naked ambition, 
a sorry substitute for lack of actual policy.

Aren’t we taken for a ride and so gullible?
falling for the tricks of that messianic fool;
so full of himself the man eyeing election,
living off his idiotamic expression!   


Details | I do not know? | |

Question

inequity in life, immortalityin death,
striken from the words, taken from the pages, the pages of time, 
choose not what your told, but what you think, question your morals, 
question your world, question authority, question reality.


Details | Rhyme | |

This Fourth Of July

This 4th Of July

To my fellow Americans, 
during this 4th of July.
I have a question. Here's why;

When we salute our flag
 ever so grand.
Our country's foundation
 is sinking in "quicksand."

This is because.  From God...  
We're way "off course."
Driven by lust, greed
 and an "immorality force  ."

Our ungodly government
 continues to rule.
Anything of God has been 
removed from the school.

We hear of  "separation of 
church and state."
Anything of God...  
Many people do hate!

America!  Listen to what 
this message is about.
Everything of God is 
slowly being taken out!

We must return to Jesus...  
Our freedom indeed.
This is the right direction our 
country must lead.

Godly living is worth the cost.
For without God... 
 America is forever 
doomed and lost!

By Jim Pemberton
2007


Details | Senryu | |

With Certitude

Can anyone say
"with certitude" that scandals
in Congress will cease?


Details | Senryu | |

No More Fakes on Stage

why would realistic
politicians hire someone
to fake reality

no more fakes on stage
we want real peolple with real
answers to problems


Details | I do not know? | |

They Do Not See Me at All

They Do Not See Me at All

they do not see me at all...

as I walk through these desecrated avenues

of soul-deadening frenzy

I see them all rushing past me

and no matter how hard I try to holler and to call

they do not see me at all

it seems at times, that invisible am I

for when I reach out, and shriek out, and when on my knees I crawl

they rush past me

for they do not see me at all

I have tried to raise their ire, I have taunted and goaded them, till exhausted and fatigued, to the cold damp ground I fall

still they rush past me

for they do not see me at all

I stand mutely then and wave my hands all around while scribbling verses in my unintelligible scrawl

and yet they rush past me

for they do not see me at all

they rush past me, knocking me over without ever looking back

and then trampling over my fallen form, they look past my limp crumpled shadow, as they whine on in their monotonous drawl

for they do not see me at all

and when at last I see them look my way, and as a flicker of recognition crosses their faces

I wish to crawl back into my nothingness

where they cannot see me at all


Details | Verse | |

Work Study

Work habits, work to make you go
harder. Then they twist you out 
to go make more. Not money
but exhausted confused energy. 
Sadly so, this is our honey sweet
new age, true wage world. 

Can you turn this skull-less
ship around?
Bound, found, hounded
Career appointed overseer,
slaves to the office sun. 
The world plays too cool. 

The rule of 3 makes sweet 
lessons on leaders. But you
can not ascertain a lead
to which you can rise
because you are side-stepped. 
Lost in a ladder that divides




Details | Limerick | |

Character Test

              one way to really test one's genuine character

           is to give him highest rank and immense power;

                                he'll either be a beast

                               or a great saint at least,

              will build the spire of truth or the babel tower !


Details | Blank verse | |

Preludes

I.

Rain beats down on the smoky beach,
all paths the gull flies, and in his
resistance.
A thousand white shells in the mist
are seasoned with stinging pepper.
You reconsider
signs, velocities of strummed winds;
of which sand dunes, waves bound, would have 
you become king,
had you not surrendered to ask?
The speakers know about this thing.
Through the windshield bodes a dark church.
Men have come in suits not to search.

II.

1st is 3rd street; 4th is Main street.
We sit like naked apes
and call upon our fake names
in a nameless world where we meet.
Slightly wave to the guard 
at the gate, lush gardens and palms,
carried in songs,
any road has glass shards.
Shiny ravens squawking hard,
the flat morning. Traffic eye.

III.

Conspiratorial circles
over bland coffee, cigarettes, dull
wits, and a drunkard's revolution.
Sparrows hop, pick crumbs of muffins.
A clock faces a mirror's lull.
Presidential debate
on TV is like something to mull.
They say there is a solution,
sort of a truth-be-told.
And when I notice her, I misread her,
absent of me, what does war matter?
What do I care about human bombs?
Sand camouflage, countries' elephants,
Abraham and Cain and Able?
But I turn my head, shoot more bull.
Top the hill, at the broken tombs,
as kids we had no resistance.

IV.

Insufficient data coming
through, through the speakers a call,
Father is Son, Son is Father.
Turn around to watch free seagulls
in the mist above; they are becoming,
three of us on one sheet cumming.
Turn around, one bombed another.
And the whimsical cat meows.

I no longer read the papers now.
The news crowds like the Japanese
in Tokyo, when they sing Karaoke
and buy the latest game for Wii.

But you, my brother, send messages
about what you have heard, done, and seen.
Then life is as gentle as can be.




Details | Quintain (English) | |

No Way To Pay


No way to pay the bills!!

With little money from the job.

By taxes and debt, a freeman kneels.

To be like the flock, the mindless mob.

Awake!!  Oh slave, your labor to rob!



The tables have turned today!!

Working for ourselves, not a job.

We control the amount of our pay!

The rich and powerful chased by the mob.

It will soon be the taxman we'll rob.





Dec. 13,  2011.    English Quintain Contest


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #83 / Old salty seadog Fascist

An old salty seadog Fascist
sitting in the corner
rouses himself, makes his presence known
“I consider this to be desecration
Traitor.”


Details | Didactic | |

Media Blitz

If you're still not frequently misquoted
            or not often lied about completely,

that means mighty press is not interested
            and you're not yet a real celebrity.


To snatch and hold tight their attention first,
            make the shrewdest media blitz that you can,

for they  love the best even at their worst,
            famous or infamous, you'll be their man !


Details | I do not know? | |

Masks

Masks.

Fingers,
clawing at my face,
slipping beneath the facade,

tugging, tearing, flailing,

stripping off the veneer,
exposing the fragmented decay,
cloaked,
under this mask I wear today.

Hands,
groping for another layer,
embroidered on my thin skin,

peeling, rotting, searing,

shaving away the truths,
entwined in a jagged kiss,
revealing,
the vacuum of an emotional abyss.

Fleeing,
from myself yet again,
bound for nothingness,

desolate, cold, empty,

lost on barren pathways,
bruising my heart as I tread,
shuddering,
at the horrors that lie ahead.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Lucky Ones

We were born...
Of the Greatest Generation,
Who wordlessly showed us...
Valour, integrity, honor.

Unflinchinglessly sacrificing
their lives,
To fight back the greatest evil
the world had ever seen...
We've had our challenges,
though few compare with theirs.

The more I've learned of those days,
The more they surpass the greatest fiction,
The bravest heroic tales,
Were everyday things...
The women ran the country,
outproducing all others combined
Their war was as real, and valued...
As those who fought from their fox holes.

We grew into our little "Levitt" homes,
Expecting to eat every day...
And few of us concerned of such worries,
We hadn't experience the great depression,
We had been blessed enough,
To escape that lesson of humility.
 
We worked for a new status car
to impress our girls, "wow!" our friends,
Not for merely avoiding starvation.
Somehow, for some reason, 
We had missed that particular life lesson...

And now our torch has passed
May it long burn
The future is now out of our hands.


Details | I do not know? | |

"The Mental Trigger"

Mental Trigger 
inside your mind is a set of rules, made to be trigged deep inside of you~
which you could never understand, because its not the real part of you
it placed in your mind to act out in a set place and time~
to do things which you would never do~ and where ones proof, 
never be found because its a seed, a trigger inside of your unsuspecting mind~
because its as old as time, maybe over 2 thousand years old~
the ancient art of take your soul, and make you do things, you your self would not do~
it starts with marks on your body that come from needles in the night
you know not were they come and in the night you wake 
to the smell of stringent scents made by the Concierge of design 
who will be your puppet master, at this all so real monument of time
no were will there be help, who would believe in you 
would i? if not for my own eyes, did i not see ~
my soul, my life taken from me~

P.S. to all who scream and no one hears

aka:lyricvixen


Details | Lyric | |

Homeland Security

 I am a patriot

and I love my country

and I believe freedom is worth fighting for

but I keep hearing 

about homeland security

It's a long way from home that you're waging this war

why the deception and misinformation

what is this treacherous game that you play

you keep sending our children to that desert forsaken

You won't let common sense stand in your way

There's no room for partisanship in this matter

this sword will cut both the left and the right

You put a little too much on your platter

but the roaches will scatter when we turn on the light

Where is the glory and honor and premise

all I see is the hungry industrial 

with her bombs and her missiles and too often you miss

for each foe that you kill you create ten more

Why the deception and misinformation

what is this treacherous game that you play

foolishly tempting the worlds damnation

with your sword made of iron and your feet made of clay


Details | Lyric | |

That Day

See, it's the Risky Truths
 that we try to brush under the rugs, 
replacing them with fantastic fantasies, 
but we never seem to realize, 
until THAT day, that those fantasies 
that were so easy for us to build,
 may not be so easy for our children to. 

And it is on that day, 
the day you meet truth, 
the day your child meets truth 
and comes to you, their hero, 
with broken eyes, asking "why", 

on that day, 
a catastrophic wave of guilty insignificance hits your soul,
 and with a truthful tear 
overshadowed by a denying voice, 
you say, "well there was nothing daddy could've done." 

But until then, 
until that day, 
if ever that day, 
life is...fantastic


Details | Rhyme | |

Someone Asked Me About Marriage

Someone Asked Me About Marriage…

Someone asked me about marriage, as a matter of fact…
I thought; “what kind of questions is that?”

“Let me ask a questions…  If I may?”
“Do you read what the God’s word has to say?”

Marriage is still and will always be one woman and man.
I don’t care how many laws we have in our land!

No matter if many churches and people claim; “civil rights.”
Anything different than a man and woman is NOT right!”

The first chapter of Romans makes it pretty clear…
The days of wickedness have drawn ever near!

God’s wrath revealed against all ungodly living!
Think about the garbage our country is giving!

It speaks of men and women leaving their natural affection.
Burning in lust toward one another
 with an ungodly attention!

For this cause God has given many over to a reprobate mind…
Many get involved with perversions of many kinds!

Professing themselves to be wise, many have become “fools.”
By not obeying God’s word… But their own “set of rules.”

Marriage is something designed many years ago.
It was Adam and Eve in the beginning…  This we know!

My question to you is: “Why not give God a chance?”
His truth remains the same!  Whatever the circumstance!

No court of law can change what God has established!
Everything that’s not of God is simply a lot of “rubbish.”

Jesus is coming back for a bride without “a wrinkle or a spot.”
It’s time we come clean and become
 “blood bought!”

Being the bride of Christ is the most important thing!
He is the bridegroom and eternal love he brings!

By Jim Pemberton


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Silly

Don’t blame the man for being stupid!
So what if he’s in charge.

Don’t say bad things about your boss!
Even if lint is treated better,
By him, compared to you.

Don’t try to stop a man from running
From what is nothing but his shadow!

For all the truth you say today,
You know you’ll get blamed anyway,
So might as well shut up ahead
If you don’t want to lose your bread.

As we all know, but still deny,
Society‘s just like a rye,
You get caught by dreams instead
Of acting with your given head.





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Reject

Move through the street
with heads down 
and mouths zipped.

They act normal,
like the others

They play your game,
lick you and say thank you.

They try to be precious, but are
Hated, baited, and rated

This world hates them for a reason,
Because they do things a new way.
Because they are weird
Or for being insane. 
They can not fit into a plan.

There is a dam that is building.
It will scare you
Because their swings come from you.


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Holy War

   Sorrow soars on the celestial sphere
On wings of silver birds
Distraught are the comforts of many
Given to pleasure of the prophet of man 
Armed with the gospel of Allah.
   A gesture to the flying protector of the Holy Land
A powerful hand to coerce collapse
This message of greater value
Has been returned unto you 
A cavernous exile.
   Gods collide 
To the messenger gives doctrine
One shall command annihilation of many
A clash of faith, departed
The innocents.
   Unto Israel your anger flows
Yet the Eagle fly’s near, watching
To the Heavens you seek for knowledge 
Interpretations defined
The proclamation of war indefinite.
   Deceptions in patience arise
One God’s fury strikes
Fear translates into understanding 
Bolts of heightened steel take flight
To bring to not, the Eagles castle.
   Souls of vacant bodies speak
A new army for the war
Upon the Mount of Olives they stand
Waiting for the messenger of Allah
To oppose the will of YHWH.	
   And the Eagles wings held flight
Screeching down upon the messenger; punishment
This Holy Land remains the dream
Immortal direction subsided
Israel stands keeper of the gate
Holy war.


Details | Quatrain | |

Lies Flying

Lies flying
Truth dying
People too
Electrifying

Give me back
My country lost
Play a hymn
To what it cost

Colors gone
And sides were taken
Will this end
In banner shaken

Gray was gray
And blue was blue
No tone between
Nor greater hue

Tell me now
Just who is right
That I might see
An end in sight

North be north
And south just that
Why then be
This greatest spat


Details | Free verse | |

Children of Babylon

Children of Babylon

There was Psalm
rose petals in the wake of March
the laughter of hells
the tears of lost Edens
the looming tyranny of kings
the voices falling as angels from 
the sights of God

And what reigned
in the stead of David and Solomon
were the children of Babylon
the beasts risen from the Coliseum’s womb
the savages who called themselves lords
and the whores
who touted their freedom before the world
as they bent knee
opened mouth
and pacified themselves
on the "phallacious" seed of the king’s rising scepter


Details | I do not know? | |

Only Human

Only Human

stripping away the shielding peels and layers of a heart that reels

searching for solace in an ocean of overwhelming promises more slippery than eels


only human...

sand-paper strokes grating within

piercing the moments like shrapnel before they even begin


only human...

devoid of malice and of ill-intent

burning out rapidly in order to merely be content


only human...

thoughts swarming around the flaming mind

silencing the bellowing hounds in a world so patently unkind


only human...

fleetingly here and then into the dust to mingle

at times howling a dirge of sorrow yet sometimes whistling joys' lilting jingle


only human...

aren't we all just human

so...

may we then briefly halt and think and see

the truth that always was and always will be

that truth that bears bounties from our common tree

the truth that humanity rests within us all

in you and in me...


Details | Free verse | |

The Laborer

Standing outside,
Working in the heat,
Skin charred and brown,
Weathered and leathery.
There toils the laborer.  

He’s fixed at a distance,
Huddled with others.
Like warehouse items,
Tools packed together,
Yet to be used.  

His clothes are caked,
Decorated with dirt and dust.
They are torn at the sides
And unwashed for days—
Except from his sweat.  

But when he comes near,
You shy from his odor,
Disgusted by the soiled shirt.  
Avoiding him like spoilt fruit
Rotting when left in the sun too long.  

His arms are creased from overwork,
His hands are like bricks, 
His body is weary and chipped,
He is ready to crumble and break
Like the rusted tools he carries.  

Yet he keeps toiling.
Ignoring the complaints of the noise
Or the accusations of lethargy.  
Swallowing his pride
To earn his allowance.  


Details | I do not know? | |

Haute Prejudice

Haute Prejudice.

Wrapped around manicured fingers,
Carats and ounces.

Flung over muscled shoulders,
Pin-stripes and silk.

Shoveled down open mouths,
Caviar and oysters.

Reeking from each pore,
Prejudice and hate.

The reeking odour is alive.

It is carried by the forlorn breeze,
Wafting through mansions and jacuzzis.

The reeking odour of the whispered epithet,
Lingers on as the perfume fades away.


I try to hide.
In dusty corners and trashy alleyways.

I try to escape the noxious smell,
As I flee into a crawl.

Yet the pervasive smell of hate in the air,
Swirls and invades and mutates and propagates.

The bile rises,
Nauseated,
Sick with mock pity,
For those fighting over the scraps,
In our gleaming city.

'freeloaders' and 'bums',
White, brown, black, pink, yellow,
And those battered into shades of black and blue.

Will it ever end?

Perhaps never.

Not until I realize,

That 'they' are me,

And that I am you.


Details | Lyric | |

Hate You Now


I saw the news today

I'd like to know what the hell you're trying

I want to find away

to silence you, and stop all the dying

You think you're above the law

You'll send to die just as many as you want to

Damnedest thing I ever saw

the mess you've made doesn't even seem to daunt you

You spit in our eyes and say
I'm gonna hate you now

because you are more evil than I am

and I'm gonna hate you now

cause I hate your point of view

I'm gonna hate you now

cause daddy's so proud

and mamma's still crying

and I'm gonna hate you now

cause my God told me to
When will it ever end

You'd think you would have learned by now

and what about you my friend

could you please tell me how

How will we find our way

when the God you pray to is a fat cash cow

who'll stand up and say

This has got to end.

but you slap mommas face and say
I'm gonna kill you now

because you are more wicked than I am

and I'm gonna kill you now

cause I hate your point of view

I'm gonna kill you now

My daddy's so proud and momma keeps crying

and I'm gonna kill you now

cause my God told me to.

Manipulation games

and broken promises from long ago

You put out the Lady's' flame

You'll reap what you sew

The children have to pay

Old men, and old women too 

they just get in the way

of the bombs I drop on you

I'm gonna hate you now

because you've always hated me

I'm gonna hate you now

For all the oil that I've bought

I'm gonna hate you now

Cause hate is all I've got

How will you return 

all the lives that you have wasted

watch the babies burn

Say this will keep us free

I wish you'd drink the blood

I wish that I could make you taste it

You've never understood
and you refuse to see
You turn your back on God and say
I'm gonna kill you now

because you are more wicked than I am

and I'm gonna kill you now

cause I don't agree with you

I'm gonna kill you now

cause Daddy's so proud and Mama's still crying

and I'm gonna kill you now

cause killings what I do

When will it ever end

You'd think you would have learned by now

what about you my friend

could you please tell me why

why can't he see the sin

of worshiping that fat cash cow 

just look at the mess we're in

You're killing for a lie


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America, I Sing

Land of the Bigot
Home of the Slave
Why should I sing you praise?
Look at what you done to me.
Turned me into a wild beast
Civilized you say, Devilized I say.
Stole my past, holding me captive
You can’t deny my future.
How can I love you when you constantly hate me, hurt me
destruction is your destiny
Change before it is too late
Don’t punish me because you fear me
I made you great, you owe me
You owe me America


Details | Free verse | |

Peace

I saw a burning soldier in the sand

I couldn't tell if he was friend or foe

I just stood and watched him burn

my heart and mind accustomed though

to what would make the state side stomach churn

Mothers holding children charred

black or sometimes white

faces frozen forever pain and fright

I curse the day my heart grew hard

I still and will obey

I took the oath 

I raised my hand

I saw a burning soldier in the sand

I hoped he had found peace

and turned to walk away


Details | Rhyme | |

Democratic Dictators

I've yet to meet a person
Who likes the world today,
But lots of people do
Or it wouldn't be this way.

We're ruled by a minority
In accordance with democracy,
Voted by majority
Completing this hypocrisy.

The few that run for office
Will promise you the earth,
But once in power they show you
What their promises are worth.

A politicians job
Is to represent the rest,
And to listen to the people
Not do what he thinks best.


Details | Blank verse | |

poverty's angels.

wreckless.

no one is less a man than a cadaver, high on good guy philosophy. too much for me.
white wash.
there is a room w/ no walls. there is no room.

Pandora; show me that your box isn’t purely decorative. i’ll show you that my brain,
indeed, is figurative.
	
	scratching. i hear scratching from inside!
a rat? no!
a cat? no!
a eunichorn? most definitely!

no loyalty in that box. no lithium to be had.
	strange fish flopping ’round w/ bovine skulls, in a christian world, sad.

how much buddha is too much buddha?
	i see him reclined in my father’s chair, uncharacteristically somber— masturbating into a
flower. 
	i turn inside out, away.

distant.
children skipping rope in silhouette, gunk on their faces.
no spittle for the kleenex; mothers w/ dry mouths, eating corporate odour.

Brand New Century, Half The Fat!

innovative contraceptives administered at birth; a layer of crazy glue, a surgical glove,
another layer of glue and then we send them off to play in the sand.

Crazy.

an asian man is laughing horizontal naked, an “Hello! My Name Is:” pin attached through
his nipple.
his name is Tex.
An asian man named Tex.

there are constant shortages; money, laughter, tenderness... the cracks in my kitchen are
filled w/ poetry.

we take solace in each other; minds, bodies.
trade our youths for bread, drink from lacerated palms.

i look to find no windows; only one immaculate door, located on the ceiling, and i’ve no
ladder. 

Poverty’s angels must not fall, must not die at the hands of their own good graces.

down here.

we promise ourselves forever not to be sickened by our own fears.

only the shadows that they cast.


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

The Gold Rules

            Seems these days the gold 
                    in the golden rule
            has been taken for granted, 
                       dulled by dust;

             its spirit and intent for one 
                    to be kind to others
                have apparently turned, 
                    dissolved into rust;

               verily, the rule now is he 
                who has the gold rules,
        he is mighty who has the wealth 
                         he can trust,

        doing unto others whatever good 
                      he wants done
          to him in return as something 
                       fitting and just;

       and doing unto them first before 
                    they do it unto him 
               seems to have become 
                       a survival must!


Details | Free verse | |

Occupy

I don’t live in a tent
But in my heart I too occupy
Part of the everyday 99%
Perturbed, precarious nation
Leaders ambivalent and anti compromise

Poor schoolchildren denied
Welfare women restricted
Diminished services for sick and elderly 
“We can’t afford it!
While those who deny live lofty
Not yet gnawed by hunger, cold and no roof” 

To protest, demonstrate
First Amendment – peaceably
Healthy youth, aged, homeless
Misfits -all
More than just a right
Ignorance, inaction left a vacuum

In tents or on the square
Peacefully or under arrest
Regain respect
Have the rich pay their share
For teachers, police
You bankers atone for greed!
As profits mount for the 1%
We can’t all be hypocrites
Where is the fairness?
Where is the justice?
Where is the future, our tomorrow?

Do you hear us?
You can see us –
And we can see you too!
I really don’t have to occupy you
I am a resident
I am here to stay
Can you see and hear me now?

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Details | Free verse | |

No One Ever Asks Why

No One Ever Asks Why

I look around at the people today
Wondering what happened to happier times
People die from making love
No one ever asks why
Children are shot while they play
No one ever asks why
Our heroes show people how to cheat and lie
No one ever asks why
Teens spend their lives before a lit screen
climbing towers and shooting innocent people
Death has become a game
No one ever asks why
Others have forgotten how to talk
Guns, bullets and knives speak for them
No one ever asks why
Kids learn to hate before they can talk
They listen to their parent's hate
and grow up not questioning.
No one ever asks why
People kill in the name of their God
although they all believe in the same god
No one ever asks why
Young men die on a field miles away
not knowing, and not asking, why
No one ever asks why
Our friends become our enemies
Our enemies become our friends
No one wants to just sit and talk anymore
No one ever asks why.
Why doesn't someone ask?


Details | Free verse | |

One Soldiers View

Keening mothers holding children charred

Black or sometimes white

depending on the nature of

or the time spent in the flame

I suppose we're each and every one to blame

Sweet young faces frozen in forever fright

These days I look forward to the night

bless the fading light

when it's easier not to see

and much more comfortable for me

In the daylight I have learned to turn my back

to the ululating ladies dressed in black

Who scream their grief and prayers  for vengeance

to an unseen entity

A God with whom I choose to disagree

Can this cancer known as man

ever learn how not to kill 

will we ever drink our fill

of all the baby blood we spill

For now Our predatory passion won't be still

whether good or evil both

we watch the children burn

And as far as the babies are concerned

If they're not baptized are they going straight to Hell?

There's at least a million who are more than glad to die

Whose vengeance brings them glory from on high

their reward a paradise of sensual delights

Allah Akbar! God is great they cry.

Here we are east and west

Son and daughter Father Mother Sister Brother

Each one knowing it's Gods' will to kill the other

We provoke our God to shame

when we feed the very flame that we should smother.

I guess one bad turn deserves another.

I just heard both of our Gods cry


Details | Free verse | |

Nothing

Without love
Who do you think you are?
What do you feel you have?
What do you really gain?

Without love
What have you become?


Details | Epitaph | |

OLD HAT

With twenty-six letters of lead
I'll conquer the world,he said-
Das Kapital...no longer red. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Political Questions

Why do politicians make speeches
When all they say is to deceive
When will we find a leader
Who'll give us reasons to believe

Why do they sacrifice our young
And smother us with lies
How can they justify their actions
While another mother cries

The pride, the passion that we once had
Has been slowly taken away
Why do they continue to make promises
That it will change someday

How long will people look away
While politicians mislead our youth
How long can a government exist
When it exists so far from the truth

When will we return to the dream
That we lost along the way
Where all God's people live in peace
And hate and anger fade away

If race or creed make a difference 
In the way that people see
If one man is judged for his beliefs
Then none of us are free.


Details | Ode | |

Untitled #236 / Buddy Cianci

Buddy Cianci! He’s
the people’s mayor!
“That shark! Haha!
Reminds me of my opponents over the years!”
He dances with the old folks!
He kisses the pig!
He poses with the married couple!
He lets no crack appear in his façade
even on the day his lover of nine years
is married in Barbados!
He is impregnable!


Details | Didactic | |

The Wall Is All

                 There's no unsolvable problem,
                            just problematic
                                  solutions;

                    there's no invincible regime,
                               just poorly led
                                 revolutions.


                    There's no impartial history,
                         just the victors' version,
                                     that's all;

                    there's no racial superiority,
                               just the bigot's
                                divisive wall !


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Careful Dissemination of Funds

I hear their idle chatter and wish that sound was optional.
A box checked in a menu, a simple click and forget.

The rapid dilation of my pupils brings me back.
Back to hypnotic aisles of temptation and necessity. A selection of the finest they say.

Right there see, on the cardboard, next to charts and columns of calories and strange
numbers I’d sooner forget.
But buy one get one free still gets me every time.

I stare intently at the dancing numbers until the man with the tie moves away.

Glossy pages shine brighter than the fruit racks they mirror,
Competing for importance in my wallet and my life

The magpie wins and the bananas will wait.

Half the magazines hawk five a day in rounded sans serif, bold against the background of a
chef’s haircut.

Maxims of bizarre cosmopolitan playboys and hustlers marked up at 3.99. Landscapes of
polished flesh glow beneath the loving airbrush of the paycheck. Competing for nuts at the
zoo.
A vanity fair for the hollow, shining in the fading light of a red top sunset.
Paraphrased blogs and condensed morsels of crude celebrity nudes for the I-Generation and
the remnants of New Labour and Thatcher’s Britain.

Anglers, caravans and 50 cent, half the demographic, half the price. Count me out.
I finger a few and find no real desire. The Internet offers this bilge up for free. 
They’d all be nude and crapping on each other.
The great silicon toilet of humanity

Past freezers of long dead prisoners, pulped to perfection. Pigs in tubes and flat cow
concoctions.
Pancakes of vomit and fish dishes I won’t ever try. No time for it.
Frankenstein's monster behind glass slides.
Packets of sugar in various disguises. Cereal and chocolate, soft drinks and sauce dips.

Lattes and ladles, loofahs and loaves. The prattle returns through the shelving
I turn around the curries and there is the tie. Talking sport and hard drinking, women and
the weather. Looks me in the eye.

I turn before any interaction and feign interest in something, a scouring pad. Intricately
woven metal coils waste major concentration and he’s gone. Box checked, minimize and move on.

Everything shines in this weird three-quarter light, hypnotic. Confusing. Conscious of the
bottles ahead that I can’t ever touch. Seedy and appealing, puerile and appalling.
Something for everyone. 

And nothing for me.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Compassion

for compassion...

hate like silent venom flows
spewing forth in dribs and drabs

how will the wounds ever heal
with such vitriol tearing at the scabs

we shudder at the words of hate
and wonder will it ever cease

but hope springs forth for
we know it begins within us, now, today

with the simplest acts of human compassion
so that gentle love may banish the hate away



Details | I do not know? | |

Pyaasa - Thirsty

pyaasa (thirsty) – for guru dutt

 

i’ll have none of it

the glittering vulgarity on crude display

puffed-up egos wrapped in vacuum-sealed packs

adorning the sterile aisles of shining malls with their endless racks

 

i’ll have none of it

the broken & battered souls swept up in the tide

of holidays by the sea & drinks on the ninth hole of the course

deaf to all cries & whimpers but for the closing bell of the bourse

 

i’ll have none of it

the endless parades of ostentatious pomp & raucous laughter

deadened spirits aspiring for nothing more than an unquenchable greed

haughtily trampling the ‘other’ in the crass pursuit of what next desire to feed

 

i’ll have none of it

the willful silence of the privileged few among the numberless many

so eloquently articulate & quick-witted in hour upon hour of polite chatter

yet mute & shushed by sips of chivas when the raging war outside doesn’t matter

 

i’ll have none of it

none of this nauseating mockery & none of this reeking sham

i’ll have none of it for i was there once & lapped up the vulgarity of it all

i’ll have none of it now, though, so you may as well put me up against the wall

 

i’ll have none of it now for i was there once & soaked in that intoxicating air

i’ll have none of it now, though, so if tonight i sleep forever, i’ll be the last one to care

 

(for guru dutt-saab, 1925 - 1964)


Details | Rhyme | |

Pass It On

a piece of bread
is what god had said

take it for it is I through the body of Christ
now to me that is quite a sight

as it lays amidst 
my hands tonight

for I often think of my brothers and sister in africa
and often think of them not being tucked in their beds

I often think of their innocent children 
who are lying dead

and I often keep thinking
of what God had said

so tonight I come to 
share my wine and bread instead 

with those others who may
have not been watered or fead

as my tears start to now shed
and start flowing beads of red

for it's the blood of christ
lost during his plight

so as I stare at this cup also tonight
I sip and pass it with being so polite

to my brothers and sisters in christ
for it leaves me feeling sheer delight


Tribute To Our Lord

Also Entry To Sami Al Khahli's
A Piece Of Bread Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

Christianity

A template for life
Compulsory wife
Fit the mold
Or suffer untold
Secret application
Of rules for a nation
Monogamy is not for me
Fool down on one knee
Women comply
Men lie
How happy can we be
We must find a religion for both you and me


Details | I do not know? | |

The Media

Reputation is the currency
Media are the bankers
Bank manager lord and master
Enforces the religious template
Template ergonomically askew to the detriment of me an you
Any can be discredited due to the nature of the template
Headlines call in a loan
A few words bring to an end a lifetimes ambition
Saving this currency is a fools game
The media will just torture and mame
The medias power is due to the un ergonomic template
The template is protected by the media.
The templates shape is derived from religion.


Details | I do not know? | |

"Anesthesia, how i do not love you"2-16-09

"Anesthesia, how i do not love you"2-16-09

your breath is of a Drug-inducing interjection of a Lullaby  
singing the unsuspecting, unconscious, unaware 
into a deep and danger  "Hetero-suggestion"

come trespass into the night 
as I lay helpless in my bed
fill my thoughts with dread 
make me your unwilling slave! 

"Mesmerism" is by the State of usage
used in the mind to control the innocents     
to a violation of which 
morality is but a vapor a way~ 

i don't remember said the unguilty blameless
its not my nature, it is just not me~
I could not have did this sin~

how to walk the line of care? 
when the air you do breath 
changes you world~ 

to inform you, that never warned~
that your "Enemy" has a new Tool~

 
 AKA:lyricvixen


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Mama is dead - The soldiers came

I - The dreamer 

And dreams gift feelings eternal 
in a finite clear real space. 
That mountain range is a tidal wave - 
land then sea morph as mire. 

II - The green an' the dead 

Conspicuous conservation, 
small-scale grandeur panics 
vulgar flaunting of poverty. 

The refugees don't do green. 
Landscape, geography, ignorance, 
recreational-drug agriculture, 
dick-heads, dead-heads, state-heads, 
dead-ends, blind-bends, in-bed-friends, 
piss-poor-politics, 
regime-change fanatics. 

Hey don't shoot us 
we're just moving-target migrants. 
Killing us won't change nothin', 
not a dust-bust, two-cent, white-flag 
god-damned thing. 

Bella-Donna, Bella-Donna 
toll the bells at shade of night. 
And the breeze keeps on blowin' 
and the killing keeps on going 
and that sad moon keeps on shinin' 
and the blood keeps on flowing. 
Kill conscience an' tend the dying, 
comfort the quiet - pass by the crying. 
Bella-Donna, Bella-Donna 
clang the bells in dread of night. 
Ring the bells, the shape, the noise, 
they peel your name. 

III - Swan-song 

I wish a glimmer of light 
might eclipse the darkness ahead. 
Curse the gods! 
I should turn back 
but they've ripped up the road. 
Take a crossing through insanity, 
mix it with inhumanity. 
This road is endless as madness lures us. 
Blindly we stumble, our temperatures rising 
quicksilver slippery to journey on.


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Our Self-Destructive Destiny

Can you see the destruction?
Can you see our fate?
How can you turn your head;
To the poverty and hunger
In the world today,
Self-Destruction approaches
Self-Destruction approaches
Greed, Need, Succeed,
Never got us peace;
Can you feel it?
Can you feel the anger?
Can you feel the hatred?
Those who scorn you,
Those who torment you,
Those who chew you up and spit you out,
In a second, as if you were, nothing,
Nothing,
Non-existent;
Peace is not as close as combustion
Exploding from the inside out
This is what the world is leading to
This is our fate,
Our end,
Our self-destructive destiny.


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Political Stupidity

We put up with the language and the violence
we see on television everyday,
but in the course of normal conversation
we have to be so careful what we say.

It seems that this political correctness
that our politicians tend to preach,
not only interferes with our language
but also stops us having free speech.

Most people don't mean what they're saying
and honesty is very rarely seen,
how can people trust one another
if they're not allowed to say what they mean.


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Politically Correct

I've mentioned the absurdity
We deal with everyday,
If Vince or DJoePappa were president
It wouldn't be that way...

Things might start to make sense,
They sure as hell don't now,
And if I were to witness such,
I swear than then I'd vow...
To vote for them every time
In hopes that sense they'd bring,
And turn this nonsensical nightmare,
Into something to make the bells
once more to ring.


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LAST AMONG EQUALS

They mutilate my body
 ...my gender's not a man

They marry me away in my teens
....my gender's not a man

They will not teach me to read
....my gender's not a man

They say I'm inferior
....my gender's not a man

They deny my God-given gifts
....my gender's not a man

They deny my inheritance
....my gender's not a man

They never deny my place in life
....my gender raises  man

Note Only 1% of the world's women own land;70% of the billion + living in poverty 
are women;67% of the world's illeratres are women


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Politricks

It was
four in one
nine baptised i hear

You say
this is indeed
legalised fraudlence

In it
air-conditioned 
highways,streets promised

as are 
salaries and wages 
without legitmate working

and easy
life made sweet
and very comfortable

all can
now join the 
bandwagon of rigging

of shows,
adulating in Moonslide
and Marsslide victories.

Alas with
babies and peoples
ritually gleefully sacrificed

with joy
received by their 
lord, god of poltricks.




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Untitled #280 / $5 million

Finally. Thank you Glenn Beck. And others. On TV.
It takes $5 million to get them talking.
It takes $5 million for them to save our country.


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money: the root of all evil

chaos, confusion and total hypocrisy
what in the hell is wrong with today's society?
people seem to have lost their morals, their minds and their common sense
they've put themselves under tremendous pressure just chasing the dollars and cents
money the root of evil, the devil's favorite tool
to control the minds of men and make them act like such fools
they'll steal, they'll lie, they'll kill and betray
anyone and anything that stands in their way
not many are able to look around and see the coming signs
that the Savior will be returning at any given time
the earth is quaking, the seas are shaking and the skies are all ablaze
and when the Son of Man comes back they'll all be so amazed
but it may be too late for many as the devil will have taken control
of those chasing the almighty dollar for they will have lost their souls


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Nose Picking

Sometimes a nose,
must be picked,
when it tickles,
or to stop an itch.
Politics similar,
things dug up,
or lying around,
can't dig enough.
Try to be graceful,
a little discrete,
while you stomp,
others feet.
None are perfect,
and an itch is an itch,
beware whose watching,
when you pick.


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The Web of Justice


              The justice system's a spider web everyone knows;

        captures just the tiniest insects: flies, moths, mosquitoes;

                                                   as a  trap

                                                   it's a crap

                   that's totally unnoticed by the passing buffaloes.


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Living in America


There’s nothing to go back to; there’s nothing up ahead.
There’s nothing but to be alone; and someday he’ll be dead.
   He doesn’t know what’s going on; it doesn’t matter anyway.
   He just can’t be submissive; and bend to others ways.
He hates to see the darkness; while the sun drops out of sight.
It’s then he does remember; this world is just not right.
     There’s no such thing as freedom; it’s join or be alone.
     He never gets accepted; so he stands there on his own.                                 
We count our little blessings; and accept our Atta boys.
At Christmas time we spend our cash; for the children and their toys
     We contribute to the charities; we buy our special stamps.
     We give no thought to homelessness; they are only tramps.
We’re surrounded by the masses; that believe the best they can.
After all they all agree; they want the best for man.
     We line up for elections; but our choice seldom matter.
     The dynasty is all dug in; they care not of our chatter.
They keep their numbers in a chamber; locked inside a vault.
It’s there they turn it into power; to ward off all assaults.
     They listen to our phone calls; as security for the land.
     While the keepers of the fossil fuel, put money in their hand.
They know that we can’t stop them, they’re not afraid of rocks.
They’ll put the fear of god in us; till the pee runs down our socks.
     No one’s going to tell them; that they don’t know what’s best;
    They suggest we take what’s offered us; and give our mouths a rest.
I really couldn’t care; nor it does it matter anyway;
There’s only one thing left to do; that’s surviving every day.
     That’s not a pretty picture; this painting by the numbers;
     So take whatever you can get; while the giant slumbers
Hide your treasures real well, before the tax man takes his piece;
Otherwise you will be raped; and likely without grease


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Government's Blind Eye

Its supposed to be the way of life because that’s what we’ve been taught
But why in life do we have to wait for them to tell us how to live.
The take and take and never give back no matter what their intentions
Because as long as they are living well no one else seems to matter.

Money to them is just a game to play with dollar by dollar
But to us that hard earned cash is our way of life.
We give to them because that’s the law but never get any in return
Not knowing this before but knowing it now angers many of us to the core.

A man stands in front of the chromatic stone and waits to get his strength
If only one man, woman, or person had the courage maybe we could be helped.
One deep breath reassures him that time is still ticking, while a second deep 
breath
Gives him the courage to start that walk of “fame” known to him as great success.

In one hand he hold a paper signed by almost five hundred persons
In the other a tape recorder hoping to get close enough for some answers.
He’s been in their shoes and wants to help but not knowing if it will work
A thumping heart beats inside his chest as he enters the front glass doors.

His glasses attached on top of his nose makes him feel like one of them
A barge through that door in front of him will change his entire life 
He bangs the door without one thought or care because he knows he can’t loose 
his courage
Slapping the petition down on the table and waiting without needless care.

A man in a grey suit jumps up with anger but before he is able to speak
The young man fixes his tie and leads on with one word said, “why?”
Without an answer the corporate man agrees to listen and sits back down in his 
seat
The young citizen explains why he’s there and expects an answer before he 
leaves.

An hour of dialogue runs to two, then three , then four, then five
But nothing seems to be accomplished because he’s talking to the blind eye.
He fights and fights in what he believes but the government seems not to care
So as this challenge ends he leaves in knowing that tomorrow is another day.


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dear world

the world is full of selfish people
honesty in a haystack finding the needle
mistrust and violence a daily meal
the world feeds on a shady deal
trust yourself and no one else
no one there when you turn for help
slammed every way and still get up
hope a comfort but not always enough
poison the air to make poisonous gases
people die but oh well your car is fastest
spend your money on clothes and games
while others struggle to find a place
people die over politics and beliefs
others die with nothing to eat
people steal with no remorse
while others cry their throats so coarse
drunken fathers beat innocent kids
no one sees anything wrong with this?
i don't know the solution and don't claim i do
I'm just passing a message from me to you
just make an effort its not that hard
when you see a chance do your part
hold the child as they cry
lend a helping hand instead of walk by
its not your problem and may not effect you
but think of hard times you have been through
a strangers smile is better than nothing
a little bit can add to something
the world is full of selfish people
be the good among the evil


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Ice Burge

Ice Burge And The Warning

What is life
memories fade away
like youth and the things of the day
talent, skills, and lessons learned
the heat of a flame that burns
poetic passions
and thoughts discerned
time and days to live and learn
who and what to serve
the Jews serve God by remembering his days
yet I fear very few 
are familiar with his ways
and don't you think it's kind of funny
look at how much they love their money
those who expect extras for free
when your already working for them
cheap cheap cheap 
will never leave you a tip
but they'll push or guilt you for a discount
even if your already pissed
those who learn to serve Mammon
sail upon deep and dangerous waters
in their mighty yet sinking ships

It is a warning
for I fear that another Hitler will rise
or worse
the anti-Christ
the son of God was a Jew
and don't you ever wonder
who and what are you
can you see the world through eyes like these
the Sabbath a sign between God and his own
yet the world rests with the beast
and he just might sink his teeth into you
on his next holy day feast

it is a warning
a warning to the children of God
and to the world
and to all of those who become filled with greed
you cannot love God and Mammon
God's true children are humble and meek
you cannot be his child
with out a heart full of love and charity

possession oppression possession oppression
war a demonic feast
and the world will surely destroy herself
I just pray she does not destroy you or me
I offend all for all offend God
who lives without sin
every woman and every man
needs to earnestly repent
and can you see what time it is
the monster sits upon his high mountain
and the world worships him
growing in power and saying, "I am Christian"
all the while teaching the world to sin
and who on this earth is your faithful friend
may the word of the Lord haunt you
until the bitter end


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Do Unto Others

Welcome to the new millennium
Seven years in the making.
Forever forsaking.
Every year touted as the last one on earth
Yet we all know the worth
Of a dollar.
Holler if you hear someone knocking
On heavens door.
No one lives there any more.
We bury our ineptitude in Prozac
Leaving a chemtrail of excuses
For a meager existence.
Ya we got a persistence
Stuck tight to our convictions
All kinds of strange fictions
We can relate to.
Take two.
We wanna make an easy living
And we ain’t forgiving no one their ways
If they’re different from ours.
Mars is looking pretty good from here.
Nasa’s fear for the final escape from hell.
Oh well, I figure we’re better off without them
Let the Baptists shout them off and out a here.
How about a beer?
We have planning to do for after the fall
Damn prince is late for the ball
Again.
Men.
Third time then.
Had some ideas the sixties lost
In the purple haze that cost
Jimmy and Janice that open door
The gratefully dead rise once more
And walk among us for commercial benefit
A one hit one hit, never hurt a bit.
Even cowgirls get the blues
Just looking at all the used to’s.
Like clean water and air.
Really not fair
To the next generation.
What nation started the wars
And the what ifs and what fors
Mean nothing much
So out of touch
With our roots of empathy
Even the score
Take four.
Sugar plum fairies spun a new one
And LA went glitter. Get a baby sitter
We’re going for a ramble
A gamble, lose our homeland
To the security of perpetual debt
In the casinos of the golden carrot
Walmart shoppers
And show stoppers
Of celeb status
Getting at us
With attitude meant to be rude,
Exclude, ridiculed, died in the nude
Don’t mean to intrude,
but
Good company
Is so hard to come by
Buried like Pompeii
Wrapped in our denial
All the while
Our ship is sinking
And all the thinking
Hasn’t changed a lot.
All we got in the final analysis
is this.
Do unto others.
We’re all sisters and brothers
All nations
All our relations.


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Untitled #114 / Yellow bands, orange bands

Yellow bands, orange bands
join the cause célèbre!
It’s like a spring!
In fact, it is a spring!


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Untitled #147 / Orange and yellow bands

The orange and yellow bands have now converged,
for their message is one and the same:
“Impeach Bush and Cheney”
“Until they all come home”


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Fall of the Empire

All roads lead to Rome
As the migration begins
So goes the fall of the empire
Once invincible once respected now cursed
Weakness in the Senate corruption speaks
Destroyed internally by a lack of integriity in its 
Leaders
Lies become truth
Deception its dogma
City burned but no lessons learned
Historians document the fall but no notes taken
Thought forsaken
All roads lead to Washington.


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PTSD II

How to stay sane in creeping madness
with an alcohol haze sound
of music not so much to dance as to
seduce in herpes games while
pedophiles play in the school yard and
another recall of leaden toys or cars
or red raw meat brings disease yet
to be born, as an unspeakable ebola
creeps across a continent of blackness
unregistered in our collective racist psyche.

Post white trauma within
apartheid Louisiana stress to keep up 
a mindless cult of consumerism
while neighbors die in overcrowded hospitals
numbed to another mass shooting that 
deflects our mind from
torture no torture doublespeak
and the military industrial complex
breeds addicts and paid assassins.

On and on in our disorder we travel
raising religious crutches to a defiled
and defaced Creation with 
an Any God having the worst human
attributes for revenge and
self-righteous justification
as daily the detritus of our suberbs 
spills garbage into an eternal landfill.

Stop!  Stop!  We can't breathe anymore!
its post traumatic stress disorder ...
we are being ordered into disorder,
herded into chaos and madness
and all the troops have yet to come
home to roost.


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Soldier's Dog Tag

            Soldier, your job is to wipe out 

             the enemy, then hold ground;

               for in the smoky bloodbath, 

         there are no nice, universal truths,

                but for the will to stay alive, 

     it's either you or them,  kill or be killed;

        and to keep your sanity, you've got 

            to discard your own humanity;

   for should you survive you'll have to face 

            a far fiercer battle back home,

     where many in our ungrateful society 

                 will look at you with fear 

                        and suspicion,

               no, never as living heroes 

                          of this nation !


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RUN OFF

Often
trickle-down
prosperity
evaporates into
thin air.


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Politics of Corporate

There was a media sensation to make President Obama
ruler of this Nation, as long as he did what he was told,
Everyone would remain sold,
Two years into his reign, America is filled with contempt
and disdain,
From Wall Street to Corporate America naysayers are
screaming retribution, instead of Halleluiah!
They are calling for doom and gloom for those who voted him in,
The reign of consequences and punishment have begun,
A backlash for demoralizing the nation's favorite sons,
Privacy exists no more when one goes to pull the lever
at the voting polls,
There are spies waiting to report your elections like
mindless trolls,
Companies are engrossed in their employees'
political preferences, ultimately punishing them
for any differences,
Our Country would rather sink like the Titanic
than have a "zebra" running it,
Nevertheless, we must forge ahead and create 
change,
Even when we are ostracized and avoided like mange.







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Walking Away

All that glitters ain't gold
Weighs that we've been sold
Don't let my words scald or scold
Listen
Hear the wise 
Of an owl with eyes
As old 
As the first
Uni
Verse that I learned
With a scowl upon my brow
Only to curse
In reverse
The many things we humans do
And I'm guilty too
Too many a minds have been plundered
To barren thoughts asunder
And we crawl 
Through it all
Ways to ponder
Why life's a wonder?
If living what we said
That God is coming?
Then why we runnin'?
I reread
The blood in me
And you
And the fine print times two
And how life would figure
When we triggered
Survival versus wither
Laying siege we beleaguer
Relievers of deceivers
Wanting no leaders
To conceive
Like that girl Mary
Lost lambs wary
Grown contrary
To our imagination
And the self frustrations
Of cherishing our creations
And the find
Of a spine
Of our kind
On a peaceful mission
A star trek of volition
Where no man
Can deliver us
From the quiver
Of hither to hither
Enigmas sharing freedoms
Paid to believe in
Five for the first
Ten for the last
Breathe of air
Times a thousand I dare
The thought
Of answers bought
Often sought
Just prancers
With a nose red cancer
For the greed of romancers
Of delusional highs....


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Untitled #87 / Outside the Capitol

Outside the Capitol
a young veteran is carrying
a flag, upside-down
and a wheeled coffin containing his friend
harsh words are tossed, and a Patriot
sneaks behind, robbing the deceased of his
combat boots. Fly off!
Ah, but quicker feet! Tackled from behind!
Punches thrown! A fight!
Who is winning?


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Skin Your In

Is your Mother Black?
Is your Aunt Black?
What about your Sister  or your Grandmother?
What is the color of their skin?
Is it not the same color your in?
So tell me who misinformed you that love is present in a woman opposite of black?
Who told you that?
Does your Mother's broad lips offend you or her head full of naps?
Does your sisters thick body frame repulse you, or her very dark skin?
Brother are you not comfortable in the skin your wearing?
Does your Grandmothers wide nose seem unattractive to you, do you think your grandfather
is a blind old fool?
No Brother, the only fool here is you
I guess it's her pale lifeless skin you are so intrigued by, do you not see her unfriendly
family member's eyes?
Her mother doesn't seem to find your color as beautiful as you find hers
Or are you appealed by her European features?
Her strait nose and thin lips
Are those the lips you love to kiss?
You love her but can't stand your very own Black kin?
What is your problem Brother?? 
Do you hate the skin your in?
          -Akiyah Francis

(For every Black man who dates white women)


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Justice

Justice is seldom found on earth
Although we want it most!

If the victim is poor
And the accused is rich
There should be a handsome compensation.

If the victim is rich
And the accused is poor
There should be less compensation.

I prefer death sentence
To lifetime imprisonment
And any other penalty to fine
Since the criminal may repent
And become a very good person!

Therefore the lawmakers should rethink
In order to establish true justice
In all spheres of judgment.


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LIVING LAVISHLY OR SPARINGLY

Rich people can afford to live lavishly,
squandenring money like it werent a commodity;
ordinary folks must make ends meet,
even worrying about the food they eat!

Wealth moguls like Trump or Gates
can purchase the Empire State Building,
and see their names in the Entrepreneur or Money magazine...
while we dispute those outrageous credit card rates!
 
Since Caesar imposed taxes on the Roman Empire,
freedom to spend,at will, has been reduced by desire;
now Uncle Sam is the new emperor demanding his tribute,
woe to us if we declared ourselves immune!  

Republicans and Democrats are divided on one issue:
the Iraq's war on terrorism and its credibility not so true;
while Bush's voice echoes throughout the White House' walls..
a President's courage shown in formidable ways!

The music and art world are giving in frivolity,
creating works that are insignificant and full of obscenity;
can the Human Race excel as it did yesterday...
who will step forward and stop all this insanity?

Living lavishly is only shared by the lucky ones 
who are defined by abundance and inheritance,
but living sparingly is based on sacrifice and endurance...  
learning those thrifty tactics and live within limits!
         


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How did we let this happen?

Secret seductive mainstream manipulation
Grandparents hand me downs to a crippled generation.
And who to believe if I cant even believe the left side of my brain?
This is not a game.
The reality created for you 
That is the game.
Don’t let them poison your daughters
Or you may be finding yourself soon with granddaughters
The ones that feel the absence of a father.
(The media is poising the children.
They are told to be whores and killers
And these whores and killers in turn reproduce their own offspring of whores and killers…
And the whorish killing nation perpetuates into a larger whorish killing nation
Until we all are selling ourselves and murdering our neighbors 
In the name of religion and morality.
Don’t you see how we have been made into slaves?)


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To Shake and Stir

I often ask myself who am I?  Who am I to ask for a war to end?  Who am I to tolerate a 
war that's gone too far?  Who am I not to jump up and down in protest?  Who am I to stand 
from afar and not say a word?  My purpose in this life is to be a peace maker, a warrior of 
love, a kind person, giving more than I can imagine.  I often ask myself, do I have 
something to scream or yell that will tell people what I think?  Does anyone care what I 
think?  Hasn't this already been said in the same way, a different day, different language,  
state, country or play?  

Why do I feel trapped in a small place with a voice as loud as a fog horn lost in the 
darkness?  Perhaps, in my silent and screaming misery, I will have empathy for those true 
warriors fighting for what they believe is their purpose in life.  Even when they question the 
mission, they stay awake and obey.  Should I be the one to step in the way?  What would 
happen to me if that is what I believed to be my purpose, to protest wildly the things about 
this world that I abhor?  Would I be sent away too?  Where would they send me?  Is that 
why people are afraid to protest, they are afraid they would be protested against for their 
protest?  

I remember in the 70's when I was a little girl, the students killed, by the police, for 
protesting the Vietnam War.  They believed that was their purpose, and they were shot 
down. I just don't see anyone taking a stand against this war today?  Have we become so 
frightened for our own safety, well being?  What a diversion buying a house can be!  What 
are we afraid of?  Why aren't we saying anything really loud?  
STOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP  this 
WARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!  

We want the military to send the warriors back from Iraq, back from Iraq...that is my 
purpose today-to say that.


What I believe is my purpose in life is to question the absurdities and to fight them in my 
own special way. Writing is my purpose in life.  I know my purpose will be to write and 
offend others if I have to, in order to share my point of view.  That is my purpose.  I will 
write what I think!

In America we can sit and pray for the war to go away.  But in America our voice has been 
too low and the government's say seems to have gotten in the way.  I guess that is all I 
have to say, today.  Today that is my purpose of life, to share my thoughts and feelings!


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Tax

Tax is for the welfare of the masses
That’s why more tax should levied 
Upon the rich than the poor
In such a manner
So that a desired balance is maintained.

There should be no filthy rich
In a poor country
So the government should impose tax
On this people couple of times more 
Than the ordinary rich.

Education tax, poverty elimination tax
And tax to rehabilitate the beggars
Can be imposed on the very rich.

The government must go for moderate tax
For the poor people
And they should not slaughter the hen
That lays egg of gold.

The Muslims should give tax properly
Since it is obligatory for them
So in a Muslim country
The government should highlight this
In order to increase revenue.


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The Grave of Our Beginning

Hold your breath.
Feel your heart pound in your chest,
Yes, life's precious but we run around and second guess it?
These worldly ways destroy us,
We don't trust what came before us,
We want to be the witness and understand how it all shifted,
I in vision it, with a blindfold, 
Under my streets theres a story to be told,
Before the cites and the brick,
I wonder what was here before all of this?
I see a tree every few feet,
and grass cracking through the concrete,
I think there used to be a forest here
but there an't much left,
just a few trees behind my neighbors fence,
This cities like a tombstone on the grave of our beginning,
I hate how we're living in all this power,
So, I took a flower and laid it on the street,
just to show my respect for what lies beneath.

Imagine how it used to be.....


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Easter 1963

Every fragile flower
Weaves a different sense of power
But the old gardener 
His hands and fingers soil stained
Wears the same disguise
Over his disdain for the poor and trodden mass
The beleagured hair in relentless hands
The squirming bodies bruised and broken
The trying cross of love despised
They gathered the ignorant and stygmatized
And while sun glinted on shiny coffles
The wine cup is poured
To feast the figment of a frazzled mind.


Details | Rhyme | |

Blood on Emeralds

The blood of Emeralds
In Northern Ireland's streets
Where sides detest
Victims they seek
 
Religious divide
Neighbours slain
For the life of me
What to gain
 
These troubled times
Historic sores
Deep rooted pasts
Now to the fore
 
IRA
UDA
Many guns came out to play
Both sides fell, as they murderously slay
During the week, even Sundays
 
The Belfast agreement of 1998
This Land of Emeralds, in peaceful state
Neighbours safe to talk again
Never allow the blood, on the Emeralds stain

" Dedicated to all Ireland - The Emerald Isle "


Details | Rhyme | |

Politics in Motion



                          Politics in Motion
Marching to the drummers beat; of Yankee Doodle Dandy; 
While on a float of stars and stripes; our uncle throws his candy.
With promises obligatory; and request for contributions; 
Claiming if elected; there’ll be paid back restitutions.

Milling through the crowed; picking through some pockets; 
Junior league aspirer's; recite with pins and lockets.
Flags and banners waving; enticement off the gage; 
Barbecue’s and concerts; it’s the coming of an age.

Who are all these people; don’t they see the trend; 
Isn’t this the same old thing; over and again?
They genuflect to power; and kiss the leaders hand; 
they’ve been down there for so long; I doubt that they can stand.

Politics and power; a blessing to the race; 
Infusions and intrusions; and disbursing crowds with mace; 
Appearing to be better; just look around the world; 
But who is that who’s lying there; behind the dumpster curled.

In a dream there was a vision; of a monster of great might; 
Riding on a cloud so dark; it turns the day to night.
Laughing like a maniac; for we are all to blame; 
He travels at the speed of light; to leave us all in shame.

Collecting printed paper; with promises to pay; 
perhaps may someday fuel a fire; to heat our hopeless days.
Look at all those zeros; where do they all come from; 
what happened to the bill of rights; and all of us as one?


Details | I do not know? | |

"No Money No Lyric,No lyric No Money "

"No Money No Lyric,No lyric No Money "

i just wrote a poem
and i thought it all alway
i place the thin piece of memory
between my small blackened heart
and cry each word away

and in each salty tear
that i have lyrically cried
i know you will surely fade away
so i can someday put my sadness completely away
to pretend once again
knowing that i will surely do it all
again
and
again
because with every little word
that i have lyrically cried
was a hundred thousand million
reason why
i will always let the
the paper just fly............

aka:lyricvixen


Details | Acrostic | |

Complacent Desires

Courage and boldness we have forgotten in these days.
Our ancestors had only future expectations to live for.
Maybe, we have slaughtered the ideas; they had in a way.
People relaxed and comfortable, nothing new in store,
Laziness of no dreams or desires; we have it all today.
Anxious not for any changes, let us keep it the same.
Centuries of ruins would not exist, if they had no fire.
Expressing nothing that we have now, without a game,
Now think; where we would be, without their simple desire,
Trapped with no mechanics, science, or exploration aim,


Dreams are what made us, this so-called great nation.
Everyone wants to fight progress, save the past notion.
Salvation of our ancestor’s greatness is in information.
I want to preserve historic ideas, creations in contemplation.
Relics, continued treasure, do not forget about expansion.
Events from the past show we are full of personification.
Secure the now, and then stand firm for forward motion. 


Details | Couplet | |

The Reason We Are There


As I knelt down beside the dying man,
I took hold of his bloody and trembling hand.

So far from home this lad had come to suffer and die,
And I couldn’t help but ask the question why!

To give freedom and liberty to a people who just cannot comprehend,
The reason we are here is to protect and defend.

All of their lives, dictatorship is all these people have ever known,
A nation with no will, and jelly for a backbone.

I don’t mean that they are cowards it’s just that they have never tasted of the wonders of freedom,
Or know of the values from whence it comes from.

Freedom doesn’t mean that you can always do what you want or desire,
But working together in harmony to reach a solution that’s best for all to transpire.

Being able to make choices is why this young man came so far from home to suffer and die,
It was his choice, his belief, and he felt his obligation is why.

To let someone else have a taste of what he relished is what brought him this way,
It’s the American way to help others is all I’m trying to say.

When you have something you know is good, it makes you feel good to share,
I just wish others would realize we’re not there to hurt them, we’re there cause we care.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

CONUNDRUM

News
blackout-
when does spin
become a white
lie


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #268 / Victory

I cannot concentrate on Calculus.
For while my friends are finding derivatives,
I dream of a young girl,
an angel with a dirty face,
her mother raped, her father disappeared
into the desert like a dying sandstorm
her brother, C-4 explosives strapped to his chest,
combusted in the middle of a Baghdad bazaar.
But she, oh she, lets not a tear
slide from her face to the sandy floor
even as strange men barge in,
wearing combat boots, wielding rifles
and chanting,
“victory,
victory,
victory”


Details | Narrative | |

Untitled #105 / Washington midnight

On a Washington midnight thirteen bug-eating bats
descend upon the Air Force Memorial spotlights
drawn to swarms of their favorite insect dinners.
What a spectacular sight! Wings of evil crowding ‘round the spires!
But they cannot compare with the other species of bloodsuckers!


Details | Free verse | |

Random Ramblings

Dylan's The Times They are a-changing becoming prophetic
Crime escalating fueled by
Government interference and bureaucracy
Negating reward for achievement while
Praising mediocrity taking steps to insure
Self esteem for the misfit justifying
The politically correct 
Now I wonder
Does the liberal perception of freedom emasculate us
If so take me back to a time
When James Dean was a rebel and heroes meant
Integrity respect and values now absent
In today's society
Lunch can in the corner 
Daddy's home and supper's on
Hugs provided warmth that the old Heatrola
Could never match
Needle and thread resurrecting a sock
Making a pair again
Take a bath it's Saturday night and there's church in the morning
Church picnic in the park in the afternoon
Damn Damn Damn we never found Utopia
We gave it away


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #90 / Shall we

Ah! A beautiful day! Blue skies!
Sunlight, glistening, drips from the sides of leaves!
But no president, no congress, no media hears
silent screams fall on deaf ears.
Shall we make this audible?


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #84 / Laughs all around

“No more blood on foreign soil
sleep with interns, not with oil!”
Laughs all around!


Details | Rhyme | |

My Nation

My nation is Satan’s shadow
So my life is full of sorrow.

They quench love’s thirst of the good ones by poison
They are extremely cruel and lack vision.

They do all the bad works in God’s name
The curse of the good ones follows them.

They have gone astray there’s no doubt about it
Cause they oppress the good ones to meet their greed.


Details | Rhyme | |

Refund!!!

My parents paid good money
To put me on this earth
Just so I could love
Show the world my worth

So here I'm am
Paying taxes, fighting for health care
Raising kids alone
Without Welfare

Child support is a joke
Fought for it with tears
The youngest almost an adult
Here in 2 more years

$300 shy from
Earned Income Credit
Thank goodness for family
With whom I indebted

I'm don't owe the world anything
And it doesn't really owe me 
My parents should get a refund
Just because of all the stupidity




Details | Quatrain | |

Destroying the Hypnobox

Torrents of opinion replacing fact
Barons control all that scrolls on that crawl
Silicon graphics--deceitful contract
Prometheus stealing fire from all

Tools of alarm promote profit-sharing
Octopus minds plot for us to keep less
Credulous masses need a good scaring
Agendas provoked by careful duress

Flirtatious hosts with no care for this world
Reading the script that our owners have planned
Digital mugging while flags are unfurled
Send kids to die in some far-away land

Empire building requires complicity
They seek to captivate delicate minds
Trust funds abound to buy publicity
To grease-up the wheel till the war mill grinds

Editors selling their duty for spin
Get their grim orders from round table groups
Twin tower fright proves a useful linchpin
Raising the false-flag to sign up more troops

Follow the money, their plan becomes clear
Domination fuels their crusade for more
Pipelines of oil cutting through the frontier
Hide wealth behind the hoax of holy war

Resist the program that boxes us in
See the real world with a clear set of eyes
Trust the brave soul that resides in your skin
And watch the bright flame of liberty rise


Details | Rhyme | |

Funny Politicians

That was quite a scene at the state senate, alright, 
when a lawmaker-turned-thug went out for a fight,
hitting a fellow lawmaker on the side of the head,
though no power in his punch, not requiring Band Aid.

Was that an uppercut, jab, straight or maybe a left hook?
seen from the sideline it wasn’t one for the boxing book!
looked like it was more a harmless pinch, a tiny scratch,
from a sissy imagining he was in a heavyweight match.

Well, it showed exactly what a moron would not do,
especially when losing he is bound to kill and screw you;
for there is really nothing off limits to him, no, none at all,
a dirty fighter for all seasons, whether in summer or fall.



Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #124 / The Framework

The framework of the Framers is framed
high in the halls of Academia
now it is obscured by flags and colors


Details | Free verse | |

Thoughts on the Media

News reports
drastic wrongs,
never letting
the whole truth out.

Giving the bad 
never the good,
for ratings to soar
over the top spot. 

Haunted images fill
pages of ink twisted,
tormenting souls 
view angry scenes. 

Raising tempers into
flared dispositions,
effecting men and women
around the world.

The more violence shown
in the news,
we see more to come
knocking at our doors.   

When will lessons
be learned from examples,
shown to our children
of innocence today.       

Do we drive into rivers
because we saw it,
or jump off bridges
to create knowledge?     

What would you say to that...?


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #214 / Affirmative Action

He had worked hard all his life, but
he was denied admission
because the other guy was ten points dumber
but a hundred points blacker


Details | Narrative | |

Untitled #88 / Empty Pentagon

Late summer, late afternoon
in front of the empty Pentagon
the protest is over, nothing’s changed,
I’m walking home. But a young man,
black, blue jean jacket, buttons
passes in front. A smile exchanged.
The truth is known.


Details | I do not know? | |

Demon In The Storm

Standing on this eternal plane
As I lift my fears above my head, normality I feign
Mid-Air, I hold no resistance
Flying high, superior to every existance
Hovering, floating, lifted by my mentality
Losing my grip on reality
Gliding, eye'm floating, in the clouds.
Atoms clash, thunder surrounds
Ignited by a bolt of electricty.
Will I descend below atop my knee?
Quite contrary, I feel the urge to be.
This insane persistance transcends reality.
Reguvinated by my inherant vim
Everyone will gather, I will looke down upon them
An angel in the storm, 
to gaze upon the cloud, my glowing form
When did I shift from human to this
It was the lull of sweet bliss
Remember, it was the enticing beat
of the eternal drum, seducing me, transformation complete
Manipulated by the toying spirit
Locked in my head, my voice altered, hear it
Manipulate the mindless swine, heard them
Lead them out to the pool, see if they swim.
You will lead the war, it speaks to me, 
in an eternal voice that sets the decree.
Countless horrers of war and famine
flashing before my eyes, the greed of men
show them, it urges.
Punish them with impunity, rage surges
through my veins, boils my blood
forgetting to breath through the flood.
Countless minsless drones assemble before me
To lead the war, a great duty
I am aware, you thought not?
That my spirit was broken, my body to rott.
No, I realize this spirit, this demon
tries to control my mind
overthrouwing this mighty apparition
I assume the power, that is my divine right
Begin to train and condition
My soldiers to fight
To rule the world with love and pride
No longer having to run and hide
Peace, serinity
and sweet, sweet tranquility. 
But alas, th cycle must bein anew
Oh yes, it starts again, as if on "q". 


Details | Didactic | |

Survival Strategy

                       Guile is far superior to brutal might;

                       hide plans from foes in a treacherous fight;


                                                        look harmless,

                                        let them guess;


                      don't bare your fangs till you're ready to bite !


Details | Rhyme | |

Power-Crazed

the ink sealed a people's fate,

   their land is doomed, it's too late,

      for the power-crazed minds decree:

         hail, land of the brave, home of the free;



boardrooms shake with banter,

   with insolent, venomous laughter,

      distilling all ruthlessness and rage,

         all the curses, blasphemies of this age!


Details | Rhyme | |

Zenith

Lustily craving to reach the top of the tower,
salivating to grab a country's political power,
to hell with lack of experience or substance,
his empty rhetoric putting people in a trance;
Alleluia! a new messiah has arrived to lead,
almost at the zenith to mess up your head!


Details | Rhyme | |

Taxes and Tourists

Taxes make you real blue,
        nothing old, nothing new;

                    they bother and worry you
                               like a pebble in your shoe;


that's government's share, they say,
         upright citizens must pay

                    for congressmen's holiday,
                               Boracay, Bali, yeheeeeyyy !


Details | Acrostic | |

Fleeting Power

Look who is trembling in the corner, helpless
As a dog that has lost its fearful bark and bite;
Man of  the moment he used to be, merciless,
Endlessly going after perceived rivals in sight.

Driven by greed for power and devoid of civility,
Undoing old statutes to fit his crazed ideology,
Cast from the throne, a sorry image of a man,
King of the hill, king of clowns, is now all done.


Details | ABC | |

Still naive

Naive
I wish to remain this way
I want my eyes to see everything
and STILL be able to cry

I continue to believe we are a world
not a nation
we are not colors or cultures
just us, men and women

When my son was a child
colors were something he put to paper

I won't give up, though, I started to
when I didn't say anything
I betrayed you

Mother, I let you down
But I will take up my arms
I will defend you 

My arms will hold you dear
I see so clearly thru your tears





Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Steel

Steel that fills the skies,
Steel that supplants the mighty ocean
Steel casted hearts of bravery...
These are our guardians,
Our navy, which sets a new standard,
Our Air-Forces,
That can cover the skies
of any spot on earth...
Our men, stout of heart,
Gun at the ready....
Their buddies reason enough...
To face any odds, to take
any risk...to face any death...
So their buddies survive...
This is a small sampling of the Steel
of America...
We take our time...
We try so hard...
Not to hurt innocents...
Some take this for weakness...
But that is their's...
This country is ringed by steel,
It exports its steel bite
Whereever, and whenever,
It should choose...
Think carefully,
Save a foolish,
Hasty act....
Should show you,
And those you love,
The valley of death
Is where you have wandered.






Details | Senryu | |

Buttinski


                 ... war hawk, stop meddling

       let them be, the Iraqi

don't be buttinski ...


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #89 / Of like mind

Of like mind, the hundred thousand
but lives unknown, unseen, unshared.
Live your own. Better one than none.


Details | Light Poetry | |

DECEPTION

Deceived by the perceptions of  what the eyes see. Then analyzing  the thoughts 
in your mind. Could this be an illusion swimming around in my head.
Deceived by diplomacy canidates making promises they can not  keep.Lying 
and  scandalizing all in the name of another vote. Talk is all the citizens receive 
and  change  becomes another diluted situation for all to see.
Deceived to conceive the pie in the sky mentality. Discover something that you 
like to do , and money will chase you. Chasing it will cause you heartache and 
misery .
Deceived to think that society has your best interest at heart and working until 62 
that social security will be waiting for you.
Deceived and perplexed between two different opinions could one of them be 
fact or fiction . Deceived  perception is reality looking from the windows of my 
soul. Is what  I see really real? Or is it just man using his skills to deceive me 
once again..... deceived !


Details | Verse | |

What Are We Going To Do?

It’s not so much the things I see but more the things I feel.
The stability that we once knew, no longer exists it’s like nothing is real.

You know when the oil companies gross per year billions of dollars in profit,
They’re destroying our economy and the government is letting them, that just doesn’t fit.

They’re causing us to suffer and loose everything we’ve got,
 And I don’t like it a little bit as a matter of fact I think I’m about to get hot.

I don’t know about you but I think enough is enough,
It’s past time and I think it’s time Americans vent their stuff.

Maybe if we pick one major oil company and refuse to buy from them,
We could make things tough maybe even grim.

Force them to lower their prices then the rest might fall in line,
We’ve got to do something more than complain and whine.

And a new president ain’t going to change a thing,
Mark my words it’ll be more of the same old, same old they bring.

Truthfully they don’t care, because they’re above all the problems we face,
We’re just a statistic that’s taking up space.


Details | Rhyme | |

At the Ball

Some danced,
Some would just watch,
Some had champagne,
Some a coffee klatsch,

Wall flower,
Still has it's beauty
Colorful essence,
Stem does its duty

Swirling dancers,
Trick the eye,
Motion's chances,
Does belie

Shifting colors,
Like shifting needs,
Shifting wants,
Like wind tossed seeds..

Some will have their
Cup of punch,
Some no clue,
Some a hunch

The Dutchess waltzes by,
The prince does smile,
For only he,
Has the means to try,
To steal her away,
To his castle cold,
And if he feels,
A need that bold,

The Duke can wither
On his own,
For he dare not threaten,
The all powerful throne.





Details | Rhyme | |

More than a Rapper

this is real life
this is late night posted by the street lights
i had to take my life into my own hands, i'm not a child
live my life like a grown man, i take a bow
cause i made it through the trails and tribulations, was trapped
holdin' crack vales, duckin' incarceration, relax
cause i'm smarter than the hardest rapper, he too emotional
i'm like a hood college rapper, you take it personal
i'm asmatic, i gotta addict in the hallway
he said for a gram he'll merk you in the doorway
but don't blame, that's the way the streets raised us
ridin' to church wit a fiend on the same bus
i'm dead broke, got no change for the church cup
a tight suit, old shoes and they blame us
so how they figure that the drugs won't 'gon change us
when daddy drank all the money that they gave us
my uncle stealing out the house like he hate us
he buyin' crack but police wanna cage us
i'll get it back when i cop me some powder
cook it up, then i hop in the shower
bag it up, now the block is my power
$20 for a half a gram
i done the work, cop some groceries to feed my fam
i know it hurts when your mamma gotta be the man
i'm from the dirty, i'm much more than a rapper man


Details | Free verse | |

Dynamic Circles of Games....

Loaded dice seem to fall precise
crapped out again just can't get ahead
same events with different players
can't prevent these folded layers

Revolving door continues more
same old game without a blame
like a shuffled deck with outer specks
marked like me playing out the same scene

It's just so very hard for me,to believe
but there it goes again....
Thought I put it all behind me
but there it goes again.....

Somehow need to break this chain of events
eventhough it continues to rake with relent
noticing how it's affected those around me
eventhough it's hard for them to see

Patterned program laced with poison
scattered diagrams traced to voyages
previous endeavors avoided the weather
attached remains though not mine to claim

It's just so very hard for me,to believe
but there it goes again....
Thought I put it all behind me
but there it goes again....

Same events with different players
marked like me playing out the same scene
patterned program laced with poison
eventhough it's hard for them to see

But there it goes again.....


Details | Couplet | |

political







                                   
Children in the school rooms; they learn their a.b.c’s
 And the lines at social services; have mothers begging please.
   The homeless in the alleys are looking for a nip.
   Apartment dwellers watching them, while on their coffees sip.
Bobby claims his good intentions; while watching Nancy climb the stairs.
Rita’s watching from the couch; thinking no one cares.
   The lady spreads her rumors, from there inside the church.
   The deacon has a thing for her, which puts him in a lurch. 
The race horse has his blinders; the lady has them too.
They serve us as reminders; be careful what you do.
  The children grew to adults, now new kids are in school.
  The waiting lines are all still there; only now there’s stricter rules.
Do we stand united, as we search for personal gain?
Do we become excited, as we ride that money train?
   Is your bank account depleted; are your cupboards looking bare?
  Have you gained more than you have needed; but you offer not to share.
I wonder why it is like this; it’s everywhere you go.
People give their reasons; but it seems nobody knows.
   It’s a world of contradictions, and it never seems to change.
   We’re a people who get angry; when plans get rearranged.
Since I’m driven by survival, I take my issues now with ease;
There’s nothing I can do about it; people do just as they please.



Details | Lyric | |

BREAKING NEWS

Loyalty to the tribe
democracy's latest roller-coaster ride;
To glimpse another view
perhaps history provides a clue;
In 1701,after some  bloody fights
English,Welsh & Scot once did unite;
Let three hundred years roll on & on
and reveal to us hindsight's lesson;
These tribes can safely separate
in self governing nation-states;
Apart,kingdoms within the greater EU
together,citizens of something new.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

America's War

They come to me as runaways from home,
I make them feel not alone,
With one needle I put their minds at ease,
If they are a female I can do what I please,
After that first high, they''v e gotta have more,
They come to depend on me, these are the kind of people I adore,
I'v e got your son stealing for me,
I'v e made them blind, they can't see,
I've got your daughter working the streets,
Your daughter best serves me between the sheets,
Thank you government for turning a blind eye,
For those senators, governors and congressmen who all get high,
Bill Clinton who didn't inhale,
For voters who allowed him a second term as well,
I have and never will use drugs myself,
I love my money and am conscious about my health.


Details | Rhyme | |

Political Louses!

We have plenty of land and
Quite a few houses
A peach orchard in the desert
And stopped by political louses

We own the water
All the acres too
Here comes the government
Trying to take dreams from you

They bring in statutes
Quoting some crap
Years of causing us misery
That's not a mishap

We'll build our dream,
Accomplish every goal
Then the government will see
What it's costs them to get outta the hole

Paving a path
For others to follow
Protect what you own
Politicians words they will swallow