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the cats are all in their cradles


War Machine

War Machine (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

the cats are all in their cradles
dreaming of clear blue sky
filled with birds
filled with birds

gonna revisit the cross
yer gonna revisit the cross
my hands bleed red ink

there may have been such a thing
as an innocent bystander
perhaps not
sit around and pat each others backs
that could have been us
yeah i feel sorry for some of them fellars

what do you believe will happen
when there’s nothing left to blow up over there?
do you think the War Machine will come to a halt

but what about all those jobs?
it’s a matter of time
in the course of history
for the Victors to turn in upon themselves

2013
01/20
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Cry Havoc


A U.S. Army Air Force Douglas A-20G-20-DO &quo...

A U.S. Army Air Force Douglas A-20G-20-DO “No. 57” (S/N 42-86657) in flight. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

“Cry Havoc”
he said offhandedly
his sword still in its sheath

“Let loose the dogs of war!”

of course he didn’t mean himself or his
he had others that would do his bidding
and suitably indoctrinated
they would gladly spill their blood
on a battlefield of his choosing

fodder
maybe more like kindling
to fire his far flung ambitions
after all he had a mountain of Mammon
to build as his memorial

and Oh Yes!
don’t forget the legacy
keep it in the bloodlines
the blood that runs blue
truer than any rivers of red ink

 

2013
01/19
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silent the cry


Contrato social

Contrato social (Photo credit: Daquella manera)

in silence
conceived as seed
a spawn crying out at birth

but that was not to be done
crying out

so conditions of course had to be met
conventions, social contracts
for of course there were others
others, conditioned, living in convention
by whose hand?
the voices heard were echoes of their own

but damn the voices crying
in the wilderness of silent sheep
as ravening wolves
damn all who rise of above the hum
of the obedient crowd

it has been thus
let it be
we have grown accustomed to our dull hum
why must you question?
what have you gained with your complaints?
but the ire of the reaper?

we have gained
ourselves
and something that the reaper
cannot take away from us

2013
01/19
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Speaking in Silent Tongues


I woke up to the Truth
and found myself spontaneously
speaking in tongues

This of course
made me feel somehow superior and
it was good

I would gather
with throngs of speakers
in crowded little halls and
listen to the babble of the crowd

I believed it and
it was good
for a long, long time

One day I saw a man
sitting in an arbor
clad in rags.
I approached him
hoping to speak to him
of the Truth I had found

As I came near
I noticed that his eyes were closed
I studied him
the rise and fall of his breathing
for nigh on 10 minutes
I knew he sensed my presence
but he never said a word

He opened his eyes and
looked in mine,
slowly rose to his feet
then silently walked away
I listened to his silence

I haven’t spoken since

2013
01/19
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where true wealth lies


a wise dude once said
beware not those than can kill the body
beware those that can kill the idea
but then they don’t understand

the idea does not compute in their geometry
it doesn’t fit
it has no place
they have no knowledge
of how to kill it

oh, seeing its potential
they will harness it for a while,
make their filthy stacks of lucre
but they will wither
they will die
and their wealth will be worthless
to those that have no desire of it

but the idea
The Idea
will endure
and so will we
for we know
where the true Wealth lies…

An Idea May Mean Wealth In Your Wallet^ - NARA...

An Idea May Mean Wealth In Your Wallet^ – NARA – 534155 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

2013
01/18
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requiem for a seed (Aaron Swartz)


English: Aaron Swartz at a Creative Commons event.

English: Aaron Swartz at a Creative Commons event. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

requiem for a seed

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repressed desire
a seed under the asphalt of society
waiting for light, for nourishment,
for freedom to live and breathe

a seed, a hope
not alone
among other seeds
under the asphalt

a seed breaks through
a seed is weeded in the asphalt
but has broken through

more seeds see the break, the light
they mourn a seed
and in their anger
find the strength
to break through the asphalt

2013
01/14
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the Buddha beneath the bridge


English: Head of the Buddha from Hadda, Centra...

English: Head of the Buddha from Hadda, Central Asia, Gandhara art, Victoria and albert Museum (London) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

the Buddha beneath the bridge

i forget his names now
though we have often talked
in different places

he lived beneath the bridges
where he kept his stuff
he couldn’t carry on his back
which wasn’t much

he never asked for anything
nor carried a sign
only desiring for his body
the change that other spirits
would not easily miss

some spare change
some food

funny that some spirits
could not even spare that

 

2013
01/08
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Let us praise nugs


Recreation Hall

Recreation Hall (Photo credit: CT State Library)

for we that love the nug
must not fear to praise it
we pass the joint in love
in honor we do raise it

in peace we pass our pipes
no violence can it foster
we’ve smoked it our whole lives
so praise the kindred “toaster”

merrily we smoke the bud
and laugh with one another
no harm in sharing ganja love
with a sister or a brother

then fear not singing out
our ranks they can’t imprison
if we stand, from roofrops shout
our freedom can’t be hidden

2013
01/07
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wash over me


wash over me
Light

let me bathe in Thee
from a distance
small
in proximity
greater yet than All

wash over me
Light
that i may feel Thy greatness

and greatness felt
may feel Myself
in Infinity

2013
01/04
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a renunciation


a renunciation

i will not celebrate
another year of war mongering
another year of fake news to keep me programmed and docile
i will not celebrate
another year of slavery to an unsustainable system

let the cliffs come
let Malthus have his Day
the status quo is killing me
it may sustain my carcass
but my Spirit has had it

be Patient?
i have been patient my whole life
it is time to take my Staff, my Book, my Helmet and Kazoo
and cast my own Future

and if that leaves me
sitting Alone, frozen
on an Asteroid going anywhere
pondering a Coke booger
I once drew from my left nostril
(Oh holy Magnificent Coke Booger)
for a Thousand years of Peace

i’m on my way
gladly

in my crystalline state
i will learn who i am
and how to dream
and my Friends
i will see you in those dreams
in Peace

2013
01/01
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