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Monthly Archives: June 2019
Pulling the plug
I’m pulling the plug for a while but have no fear, shed no tears my words will go down on paper until I return, and I will type them or use the paper to start a fire and burn my … Continue reading
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Time
Where the hell does the time go I can’t believe I’ll be thirty-five I can’t believe that I’m still alive though there’s still some days I don’t want to be hearing people still shouting FREEDOM ISN’T FREE while we’re drowning … Continue reading
A few bad apples
The people who say, “There’s just a few bad apples” refuse to look at the roots of the trees, refuse to believe the soil tests refuse to believe that those apples aren’t rotten, refuse to believe that all the apples … Continue reading
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Tagged America, apples, Black Lives Matter, death, history, life, poem, Poetry, police, police brutality, systemic racism, truth, white supremacy
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Soil
“Soil” The roots run so deep and it’s poison all the way down. Cutting down the trees won’t help if we replant in the same toxic soil. The soil must heal but we won’t even deal with the fruit, so … Continue reading
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Squealing For More
If you curse the name Donald Trump but have never heard the names William Kristol or Robert Kagan I suggest you begin to read what was written by these men and signed by the who’s who of DC’s neoconservative crew, … Continue reading
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Tagged America, capitalism, haiku, militarism, poem, Poetry, tanka, Wall Street, Words, writing
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Manifesting (some restrictions may apply)
We create our own reality, some people say but what about the reality of those people who have to lay their children into graves because the reality created for them by American taxes. You can’t manifest your way to safety … Continue reading
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Tagged Black Lives Matter, create your own reality, haiku, manifesting, poem, Poetry, reality, tanka, universe, war
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A Happy Haiku
A happy haiku I want to write, but I can’t. People are awful
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I Drove A Car Last Night
*WARNING*GRAPHIC CONTENT* (This poem is about cruelty to animals. This is sadly a true story. The police are not providing animal control services, though they get county funding to do so. There is a small understaffed & underfunded nonprofit clinic … Continue reading
Posted in abuse, animal abuse, animals, aspca, death, dogs, Germany, god, guns, hate, hatred, human rights, humane society, humanity, life, loss, love, Nonviolence, oil, peace, people, pets, poem, Poetry, police, police brutality, poverty, ptsd, sustainability, taxes, trauma, trees, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged anger, animal cruelty, animal rights, animals, aspca, dogs, drugs, euthanasia, hawaii, human rights, humane society, humanity, inhumanity, Nonviolence, pets are family, poem, Poetry, police, police brutality, ptsd, rage, rescue animals, trauma, violence, war
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Nonviolent Resistance
They taught us that the only way to nonviolently resist is to compliantly persist , to exist in silence and burn candles while they burn villages, to wave banners while they waive human rights. DO NOT BOYCOTT DO NOT DIVEST … Continue reading
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Stardust
We can’t see the stars through all the haze in the sky and we can’t see our connection to billions of people who live and die beneath these stars so we quiet our hearts and numb our minds but then … Continue reading
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