-
Archives
- August 2021
- March 2020
- January 2020
- December 2019
- November 2019
- October 2019
- September 2019
- August 2019
- July 2019
- June 2019
- May 2019
- April 2019
- March 2019
- February 2019
- January 2019
- December 2018
- November 2018
- October 2018
- September 2018
- August 2018
- July 2018
- June 2018
- May 2018
- April 2018
- March 2018
- February 2018
- January 2018
- December 2017
- November 2017
- October 2017
- September 2017
- August 2017
- July 2017
- June 2017
- May 2017
- April 2017
- March 2017
- February 2017
- January 2017
- December 2016
- November 2016
- October 2016
- September 2016
- August 2016
- July 2016
- June 2016
- May 2016
- April 2016
- March 2016
- November 2015
- October 2015
- September 2015
- August 2015
- July 2015
- June 2015
- April 2015
- March 2015
- February 2015
- January 2015
- December 2014
- November 2014
- October 2014
- September 2014
- August 2014
- July 2014
- May 2014
- March 2014
- February 2014
- January 2014
-
Meta
Monthly Archives: August 2017
Collateral Death
if you kill me and my family and friends and neighbors I won’t care if you do it with chemical weapons, or if you do it with biological weapons, or if you do it with nuclear weapons, I won’t care … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, Baghdad, collateral damage, death, democracy, drones, empire, Gaza, human rights, Iran, Iraq, Israel, life, Mosul, palestine, poem, Poetry, Saudi Arabia, Standing Rock, Syria, terrorism, Uncategorized, Vietnam, violence, war, West Bank
Tagged Afghanistan, collateral damage, death, drones, Iran, iraq, Palesine, Peace, poem, poetry, Syria, war, Yemen
Comments Off on Collateral Death
Talking Trees
“Pleased to meet you” said the tree now fire burns it’s memory and lumber jacks are back for more but trees don’t worry whats in store. A battle-hardened old tree sways, “It’s been like this for all my days so … Continue reading
Window
from our room through its window we see only darkness which we were taught to fear so, afraid we sit quietly waiting and in our waiting the darkness speaks to us and we are no longer afraid as the darkness … Continue reading
City
Millions of people and still we’re alone wandering sidewalks of faces unknown we’re reaching for heaven and scraping the sky but Monday through Friday we’re living a lie the weekend arrives and we drink to forget a decade since … Continue reading
Posted in american dream, poem, Poetry, trains, Uncategorized, writing
Tagged poem, poetry, writing
Comments Off on City
But Who…?
I. But who is to blame? The government. But who is to blame? The politicians. But who is to blame? The military. But who is to blame? The police. But who is to blame? Wall Street. But who is to … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, american dream, Black Lives Matter, capitalism, civil rights, collateral damage, death, democracy, education, Edward Bernays, empire, government, greed, history, human rights, humanity, ignorance, Iraq, life, oil, poem, Poetry, police, politics, poverty, propaganda, racism, Saudi Arabia, taxes, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged America, environment, fear, government, humanity, military, news, poem, poetry, police, politics, Propaganda, war, writing
Comments Off on But Who…?
Running
the walking man began running and didn’t stop or even slow down as he neared the edge of the cliff. You would have thought that someone was chasing him.
Posted in Uncategorized
Comments Off on Running
The Sun
the sun doesn’t know that it’s beautiful as it sets
Plunder
Family traditions will be broken as young men and young women stop following their parents and their grandparents into the military. Anti-war activists will rejoice as recruitment numbers drop to all-time lows. JROTC programs will end and children … Continue reading
In the unlikely event
in the unlikely event of my death in a terror attack you do not have permission to use my name or likeness in any way, shape, or form. I don’t want my mothers tears to be joined by rivers that … Continue reading
soitgoes1984 