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Monthly Archives: May 2016
These Colors
These colors don’t run the world said my friend Zoe when she was just a girl with flowers in her hair staring at the sign a man was holding at Copely Square as events were unfolding and we were heading … Continue reading
Red, White & Blues
Originally posted on soitgoes1984:
Kids play cowboys and Indians grow into men and women play Muslims and Christians hooked on Red Man chewing tobacco and American Spirit cigarettes and t-shirt tans fade to skin cancer for white farmers fresh out…
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Racket: Ode to Smedley Butler
Melt these medals down make a chalice drown sorrows wasting borrowed time throw in towels finish lines salt and lime bury hatchets end this racket can’t handle shit on shingles ready to swing low band of angels went home so no one … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, capitalism, democracy, freedom, history, Howard Zinn, humanity, Iraq, Liberty, Memorial Day, poem, Poetry, Smedley Butler, taxes, truth, Uncategorized, veterans, veterans for peace, Vietnam, war, war tax resistance, writing, yellow ribbons
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Daily Memories
so, it’s Memorial Day sales again and I remember when Cub Scout packs would take up the back of the parade and families would struggle to find shade along Main Street in late May with temperatures rising we shuffled our … Continue reading
Posted in 9/11, addiction, Afghanistan, alcohol, america, american dream, anxiety, beer, bigotry, blood, capitalism, collateral damage, death, democracy, dreams, education, Edward Bernays, empire, family, fear, freedom, guilt, hate, hatred, heroes, history, hope, Howard Zinn, human rights, humanity, ignorance, imagine, Iraq, justice, Korea, Liberty, life, love, media, Memorial Day, memories, peace, poem, Poetry, poverty, propaganda, solidarity, suicide, truth, Uncategorized, veterans, veterans for peace, Vietnam, violence, war, war tax resistance, whiskey, wine, working class, world war one, world war two, writing, yellow ribbons
Tagged addiction, Afghanistan, America, american dream, anxiety, Beer, bigotry, bread and circuses, CNN, collateral damage, death, democracy, depression, dreams, Edward Bernays, empire, FOX, freedom, humanity, ignorance, iraq, justice, love, Memorial Day, memories, Peace, poem, poetry, poverty, Propaganda, racism, suicide, truth, veterans, Veterans for Peace, Vietnam, war, whiskey, World War One, World War Two
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May 22, 2006
Ten years have flown by since the American Dream died when he breathed his last breath on that goddamned hospital bed and all I could do was scream and shout from my lungs top the illusion was over… Source: May … Continue reading
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worry
they’re making me worry dropping bombs like Steph Curry draining three’s creating more refugees left and right left out of mind and sight and I’m hiding in my tree stand and salute no more and I won’t shoot I won’t … Continue reading
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Thank You
thank you for your service now prepare for hero worship and ten precent off at Home Depot and Lowes and a free meal every November 11th at Applebee’s and a long line ending in pills piled high mountains of pills until … Continue reading
Posted in america, government, heroes, Memorial Day, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, veterans, Veterans Day, war, yellow ribbons
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Perpetual
sea to shining see stars crash cars tattoo over scars colonize Mars shut down bars get home after the rooster crows drain a cup of Joe sun rising later and later tis the season after season we’ll make up reasons … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, collateral damage, death, democracy, fear, government, human rights, ignorance, imagine, life, media, poem, Poetry, propaganda, rainbow, taxes, Uncategorized, violence, war
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Rainbows And Butterflies
She brought me rainbows and butterflies to dry all those tears I was drowning in we got puppy dogs and ice cream she warmed my heart like a sunbeam and when we played scrabble she let me win … Continue reading
Posted in animals, Belgium, dancing, dreams, Europe, farm, farming, farms, Flamenco, France, Germany, hawaii, Ireland, life, memories, Molokai, Netherlands, planes, poem, Poetry, Prague, rainbow, Spain, summer, the present, time, travel, Uncategorized, writing
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Too Many
too many nights spent black out drunk too many days left in a funk too many years spent wondering why too many tears will never dry flip back through the pages and I shake my head ignored all … Continue reading
Posted in american dream, anxiety, death, depression, poem, Poetry, suicide, time, Uncategorized, war
Tagged addiction, America, american dream, anxiety, death, depression, dreams, poem, poetry, suicide, war
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