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suffocated inside traffic jams

these thoughts have been in my mind

for 39 years

they have been

sequestered

submerged

suffocated

inside desks

inside books

inside traffic jams

that’s where they’ve been

they are coming out now

capitalism’s crisis

is drawing these out

like wildfire

and waterfalls


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I want to point my finger like Babe Ruth

I want to go to Wrigley Field
Stand behind home plate
And point my finger at the left field wall

I do it to remember baseball
What it used to be
Simple
Pure
Dirt
Muscle
And spit

It used to be you could go to climb the fence and get in to Wrigley for free
Simpler times

Now you can't get in for less than a small fortune
Steroids and wall street
Great

I want to stand at home plate
And point my finger for a better world

Babe Ruth was certainly associated with the ruling class
But he played a sport of the people
And he represented a team whose city has some of the ,most ardent socialists in the world

So I know I'm reaching here

But I want to stand at Wrigley field
In the heart of america

And point my finger like babe ruth
Very unwitting representative
Of the nations working class

Pointing my finger to the beyond
In the heart of america

Pointing my finger to the beyond
Toward what's better.
Toward what's more.
Towards what America
Is supposed to be.


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i fought the good fight

at the end of the day

what would i have told future generations

at the end of the day?

would i have told future generations

that i fought the good fight?

would i have told future generations that i stood up for what is right?

what would i have told them?

that i stood up against tyranny and evil

what would i tell leon trotsky

if i see him on that white horse

what would i tell him

if i saw him at the pearly gates

would i tell him that i fought the good fight?

i don't know what i'd tell him

i'd tell him i was scared

i'd tell him i was scared

i'd tell him i was brave

i'd tell him i was noble

i'd tell him i was slave

i'd tell him i was kind

i'd tell him i was strong

i'd tell him i was meek

i'd tell him happy

i'd tell him i was sad

i'd tell him i was joyful

i'd tell him i was mad

i'd tell him i was enlightened

i'd tell him i was ignorant

but i'd tell him that 

I fought the good fight.


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let's stop the pornography and let's make love

pornography

has to be

the ep-i-to-me

girls did not dream to be porn stars

girls dreamed to be teachers and lawyers

why o why

i ask you

does pornography

come and objectify

the bodies and minds

of so many

heartsouls

and do we not ask why

o why

do women and men have to lie

with each other

in the employ of pay

so that other lonely souls

can find a way to release

the stress

the barbaric system

that is capitalist

profit-driven

mad, insane world

unquestioned 

by far too many

when real world is possible

when unity is possible

when one day we can turn pornography

into love

let us turn pornography into love

and understand

the word love

and make sex about love

about love

about love. 


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bird of freedom

globalization’s bird of slavery

migrates south for

capitalism’s winter

metamorphasizing into bird of freedom

which migrates back north

singing its tale.


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the space between, goodone

we are in the space between

seemingly interminable horror

and grace's destiny

as we walk into abyss

i see perfection's possibilities

but patience worn down

brought upon by long lines

and I worry for the future.

so much red anger

embittered hatred.


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America, you are bipolar

America, you are bipolar

Mother of invention and murder

Father of civil rights and lynching

Your children listen to hip hop and death metal

b-boys and skinheads

America you are bipolar

the biggest gay rights champions and the most hateful psycho-bigots

America, what are you?

the greatest artists and heinous murderers

America, when can we find a treatment for you that will finally

stabilize you?

the world is waiting for your treatment regimen, America.

on that glorious day when we can finally call the world

holistic.


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the true American dream

I just want to be able to write to you

and tell you

I love you

I want to be able to tell you

that I want a better world

I want to be able to tell you 

I don't want more than I need

I just want enough to live a decent life

so that I may be of service to my fellow man.

That's what I am telling you

from the depths of my American soul

That is the American dream

and that is the human dream

and that is the dream the true heroes of my country

intended for the world.


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am I walking down this road

did I say that?

or did ee?

did ee say that?

or did shakespeare

nothing is new under the ole' sun

am I walking down this road

or just connecting humanity's dots?


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compassion can be the end

if abuse is the beginning
   compassion can be the end

if borders and separation are the beginning
   unity can be the end

if environmental destruction is the beginning
   green movement can be the end

if exploitation is the beginning
   liberation can be the end

divisions can lead to the whole
wounds can lead to cures.


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