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Monthly Archives: July 2017
Or Love
in the aftermath of a bloodbath there are two paths we can take more violence for its own sake or love
Posted in 9/11, Afghanistan, america, blood, collateral damage, death, fear, hate, healing, hope, humanity, imagine, Iraq, life, love, peace, poem, Poetry, propaganda, terrorism, Uncategorized, violence, war, writing
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Invasive
the invasive trees sway in the breeze dropping their seed pods everywhere and an army rises around them as they decimate the rest of the forest continuing their march up the mountain and towards the ocean to the east and … Continue reading
Posted in environment, invasive, invasive species, nature, poem, Poetry, trees, Uncategorized
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Amidst the Rubble: Ode to Mosul
What is a human life worth? Some would say ‘priceless’ and others might agree but there are dollar signs and balance sheets in mind all the time no matter what they tell your family. One death is terrible two are … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, collateral damage, death, empire, freedom, Iraq, Liberation, Mosul, murder, poem, Poetry, truth, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, writing
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Imagine the answer
Religion is the answer if the answer is a cancer yes, the cancer of an answer is religion God can’t write or read no, God wouldn’t stand for greed so please let your mind be freed from religion God is … Continue reading
Glasses
when your glasses break don’t use the broken pieces to slit your wrists you still have your birth control glasses though, as time passes they blur
Storm
it happened again last night in my dreams I was running through the attic running through space and time was running out of my mind finding clues under dusty boxes and in old books and I look out an open window and there you … Continue reading
Burning Man
The burning man runs as winds blow and flames grow war games go on and on and on without end SOS please send teardrops and fear candy and beer pay taxes and cheer and we’re left with King Lear we’re blind … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, american dream, Baghdad, collateral damage, democracy, drones, fire, history, human rights, humanity, Iraq, peace, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, Vietnam, violence, war, writing
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Ashes
we fill urns as humanity burns and the world turns while no one learns the lessons of old we kill for visions of gold as divisions unfold like the prophets foretold long written in bold but between the lines the … Continue reading
The People of the Rubble
Sometimes, the people of the rubble have trouble finding the words to the words to the words to forgive us to forgive us to forgive us our trespasses to forgive us our rose colored glasses to forgive us as time … Continue reading
Addicted
I am addicted to something that I know is slowly killing my soul. I want to stop -cold turkey- I want to free myself from these chains but society trains us to rely on this drug to crave this drug … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, climate, climate change, oil, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, writing
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