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No Matter The Floor You Pass Out On
I awake as any other madman slash poet.
Apon the floor naked pizza box for pillow a members only jacket for a blanket.
yes the libary sure has changed over the years.
less and less people were reading buggets were cut meaning
libraryies were under staffed and rarely did anyone dare venture into
the stacks and thank good for that. Cause being i preffered free sleeping
it was probaly for the best.
but no matter the the floor you pass out on most all fine
american men wake up with are god given birth rite.
That which after a trip to the restroom like
that early morning madness that was christmas pressent openning
was over way to fast and was kinda disapointing.
Floors werent the best beds in the world in fact they
sucked altogather but drinking and common sense dont even
belong in the same room togather.
Portsmouth Va was a strange world indeed a place where upscale colided with skidrow.
Me I preffer the company of a outdoor sleeper to that of a
spoiled spoon fed yuppie turd.
the art school cranked out angst ridden buble people by the second.
They walked the street soaking in the pain of life.
there heads stuck so far up there asses I always felt compeled to trip them as they walked
by.
acting as though they were outsiders yerning to be mainstream
they'd rape there mothers on a mtv reality show as dad cried in the background.
Just for a taste of stardom.
True talent who needs that?
but no matter the floor you pass out on one
thing was clear.
In a world were you could have a bus load
of kids and get paid for it.
fame wasnt such a rare thing anymore.
The floor I passed out on was cold and cruel but surrounded
voices from the past.
the floor these hollow reallity show bottom feeders
passed out on. Had to besoft as there heads.
Otherwise there brains would splatter across the floor.
And some TV exect would have a brainstorm to have a show
were washed up celebrities would have a contest.
To see who could bore us the most with there sob story
Yes friends id rather have a pizza box for a pillow
than a reality show pillbox for a brain.
and the truth effectsus all form no matter
which floor so you do choose to pass out on.
Exhilaration runs thorough every pore.
With time’s wisdom, my doubts have vacated,
My eyes have opened like never before.
New discoveries keep me elated.
The Kensington rune stone I learned today
May have been carried by the Norse blood line,
Along with the Templars who came to stay
As they discovered the New World divine.
Welcomed by Natives who became their friends
They buried their treasure with-in the land.
An intricate puzzle stone to stone lends
Of several run carvings chiseled by hand.
The hooked X gives proof the Templars were here.
On American soil they staked their claim,
To later return without doubts or fear;
Safe from their hunters, escaping their fame.
To join with Freemasons, the great and bold,
Those who governed the New World from the start.
Their story continues from days of old
To present powers in which they take part.
They now control congress and all the banks.
We the people are their pawns it would seem.
We live in ignorance as we give thanks
For freedoms we don’t have, yet we esteem.
Still I like to believe what I learned in school
That our nation is great as we shout loud,
Ignoring the fact that we might be fools.
I love my country of which I’m still proud.
Most Americans are honest and true;
Standards of freedom will always remain.
We help others when disasters ensue,
Donating dollars and time without gain.
The few in greed that may govern our land
Will not remove from our people who care;
Those loving and kind who offer their hand,
Those who I’m hoping the world is aware.
http://www.committeefilms.com/#/documentaries/holy-grail-in-america/
http://www.hookedx.com/film.asp
Note:
The Kensington runestone inscriptions were made by explorers from Gotland, an
island off Sweden that had a military monastic order that was possibly the Knights
Templar. The above links better explain this poem.
From the deepest contemplation of the worlds greatest thinkers,
from ancient times to the present,
mankind has had to humble itself at the greatness of creation,
finding himself above the lower creatures,yet
lower than the higher intelligences....
We've come a long way from horse and buggy,
drawn chariots and wagons,to
automobiles,and flying buses in just one hundrend years....
from pidgeon messages,smoke signals and telegraph,to
cell phones and instant messaging on the internet...
we've endured wars of conquest,whether
political or for petty reasons of dominance,
only to become stronger from which hasn't killed
the spirit of adventure and the innovation of a pioneer...
we've learned to do battle on the micro world stage,
those infectious pesky bugs which continue to grow stronger,
parasitic organisms which search and destroy the healthy,
yet...the macro world stage has become our biggest challenge...
Circumstance of place,has marked our conditioned mind,
which poses many behavoral challenges,as we
face our most enduring tests in these troubled times,
our ultimate reality,is that we live in a world
of multiple realities,grouped into convention of thought,
in search of solace and sympathy,as we
continue to face conflict and opposition....
Throughout the course of our human history,
we have learned and we have proven,
that with the ingenuity of hindsight and foresight,
we can readily find a remedy to ease the illness
at the macro level...as we have on the micro,
timely patience should be our friend,
instead of instant results becoming our foe....
it took us thousands of years to get to this place
we call our present...let's not in the blink of an eye,
destroy which our ancestors worked so hard to build...
In defense of mankind,we've come a long way,
but....we've still got a long way to go....
When Europeans first came to America, it seemed to be their role...
To reach out with both hands, for all the goods and lands they stole.
When our nation was founded by men of vision...
They spoke out, their king showed them nothing but derision.
The colonization by troops and taxes imposed were so unfair...
Liberty from him was declared, fought for, and taken from there.
The thefts of that king were small by any means...
To the way we have treated our fellow Americans.
We continued to take the Indians' lands...
Never thinking twice, of the blood on our hands.
We greeted the black man with whip and chains...
Can we ever remove the ghosts of their pains?
Yes, we drenched our land red with blood to set them free...
But prejudice remains, even after more than a century.
We have helped set so many peoples free with our aid in war...
Have we forgotten at home, just what was fought for?
"Ours is the greatest country" we tend to shout...
Yet, the Ugly American still lurks about.
The world watches us with wonder and awe...
Many hate or envy us, because of our human nature's flaw.
Many cast for hope, but reel in despair...
The things we do to others, we must do with better care.
The Greatest Generation the world will ever know...
Is slowly dying, their life's light passing out, as darkening embers go.
If our nation should have learned anything...
It must be that millions suffer to have Freedom's Ring.
Our understanding and compassion will go a long way...
To let them see, the "Ugly American's " face, as not so ugly one day.
As long as various people run various nations
There will forever be war
What the world needs is one leader
A common man who believes in the working class
As well as the Lord
Instead of one Nation under God
Lets make it one World under God
And just let each individual decide what he or she wishes to call that God
So I here by nominate our dear friend Vince Suzadail Jr.
The first candidate of the new world order
He seems to have the best Political views I’ve heard
And I think he alone could do a much better job
Than all the leaders of all the nations are doing
At least I’m certain he couldn’t do any worse
And that way all the super intelligent people devising ways
Of destroying our world
Could find something more constructive to spend their time on
Like raising a crop or milking a cow
Saving a child or helping elderly with their needs
There are plenty of folk who need a hand
Lets all start offering them ours instead of cutting theirs off
I’m just a simple man
My actual world is very small
My family, friends and neighbors
I love you all and hope you know I’ll do anything for you I can
There is no malevolence left in me
I know how to make and use a shank, zip gun or small explosive
But I’ve learned not to
For I’ve learned to think with my heart and soul
They do a much better job than my mind
I just wish the great minds of the world
Were smart enough
To figure out what I have
And learn to love with all of their hearts
/
He stands on his corner of the street
Born to a life full of lies
Somehow he manages no sign of defeat
The city sees another dark face, no trace of the child inside
Leaving his country to sell what he could
Providing for his family, his beautiful soul shines bright
Invisible.
He stands on the corner of his street
Watching the world pass by
She is seen as weak working her corner of the street
Just another forgotten soul
She watches the world pass by
Making money the only way she knows how
Staring at oblivion, hating the laughter nearby
She just wants to survive and provide
Born into a life of deceit
Unnoticed for years
He stands on the corner of the street
Once full of potential, now forgotten by history
Haunted by memories of black body bags
Selling his metals for a fix
His wants to survive and provide
Broken body on the side of the street
They stand on every corner just trying to last the day
They are the forgotten
They refuse to die in defeat
Innocence lost
They are never truly nameless
But though their names are never known
They are the faces, they are the stale breath, they are the misspelled street sign, the
blood shot eyes, they are the skirt that’s too short but we never really see them…
Their hopes and dreams will now remain with them on the corners of their streets
/
As I see it. Early to rise. Fighting traffic, that's a classic story. Rewind repeat, change
clothes, Rewind repeat change clothes. Now press play to go. 40 hours a week of those mind
numbing conversations contemplations on how to make business grow.
But just below, street game hustles, mind fried customers who are addicts of street business.
Crack pipe, sparking lights, veins that caress venom. Children are not children. Women are
not women. And men have wavered, choosing to live on their knees rather than dying for
beliefs. As I see it.
Wars and rumors of wars on foreign soil. Feed the compliancy of our home base because we
just watched it on T.V. Worlds apart but only one world to live in. As I see it.
Cramped living spaces. Over time the racial faces change and market value raises. Now, it's
prime property. Prime monopoly, sub prime catastrophe. Sub level, real trouble because
companies ceilings are made of glass. The way that I see it.
Better believe it. Be strategic. Just getting life as it comes is a falsehood. Change the cards
that are dealt. The world I live in. The world as I see it.
Form:
The world is small in cyberspace
Where friendships are large and peace abounds.
Thought by thought we interlace…
Around the world similar people are found.
Those who care to share their love.
Those who see parallels in life…
Those who know the peaceful white dove.
And communicate goodness…not strife.
A world where ills all melt away,
Where affection grows a brighter day.
Where hope enjoys a colorful array.
And people across all nations pray.
Anonymous friends who set aside pride.
And develop emotions of kindness inside.
In cyberspace understanding comes alive.
People greet; then, within tolerance thrives.
(Cyber-friends set examples for the real world.
Associating in a place where possessions matter not.
With our deepest hopes and fears unfurled,
We go where wisdom grows without being bought.)
Amid the worlds of fellowman we learn.
Acceptance and tolerance delivers dreams.
Where man is kind and does discern.
But beyond the world of cyber space…power schemes –
© January 1, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
In an age of the world, that was much like our own
The seeds of indifference, were rampantly sown
Compassion forgotten and equality unknown
The bounty of Earth was for one land alone
A land with such power, it bent to it's will
The tired, the hungry, the weak, and the ill
With a thirst so unyielding, It could never lye still
Though it's cup never empty,could never be filled
It spread like an inferno. yet raged like the sea
protesters were bloodied so most chose to flee
While begging for mercy, that was not to be
From a glutinous people who chose not to see
These people stood idle, did nothing to stop
Their king's hands were scarlet, But they each held a drop
For the ways of the righteous they would not adopt
They watched the world sinking, but they were on top
Soon there was nothing, no time to atone
The world was returned, to the ages of stone
And all that was learned, would never be known
A world turned to ruin, for one land alone
So I'm one of you,
No matter what place I come from,
No matter what place I call home,
No matter whose blood
Flows each day through my veins -
It is only the power
Of mind that will reign,
No matter what language
My countrymen speak,
First of all, in a man
It's a heart that you seek.
In this boundless world
We're all nothing but dust,
But we all have a heart,
Able to love and to trust.
In each language these words
Mean the same as in yours.
Poor or rich, black or white -
It's not our choice,
But for peace we will fight,
Will be heard every voice!
Since the first breath I made
Have for freedom all rights,
I'll get over the pain
For my freedom and life!
In your sins you blame all
Who are different or weak -
That's denying your fault,
Helplessness... don't you think?
Fight for life, fight for all,
And you'll get freedom, too.
In this strife for our world
I am still one of you.