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Category Archives: dreams
In My Dream: An Ode to Dr. King
(Maybe April 4th isn’t Martin Luther King, Jr. Day but it’s the day that in 1967 he most vocally spoke out against the war in Vietnam and the day that in 1968 he was assassinated. My poem includes the majority of his … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, Black Lives Matter, civil rights, collateral damage, dreams, empathy, human rights, humanity, MLK, peace, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, racism, refugees, taxes, Uncategorized, veterans, veterans for peace, Vietnam, violence, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged Afghanistan, Beyond Vietnam, bigotry, Black Lives Matter, capitalism, civil rights, Dr. King, fear, hatred, human rights, iraq, MLK, Peace, poverty, racism, silence is betrayal, Vietnam, violence, war
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My Father Is Like America
He tried, is what I tell myself. He was dealt a shitty hand in life, he had a horrible, deadbeat father and a crazy mother and he had the best of intentions, and he wanted to run away from his … Continue reading
Posted in alcohol, america, american dream, capitalism, child abuse, collateral damage, dreams, family, father's day, government, greed, human rights, Iraq, money, Occupy, poem, Poetry, taxes, Trump, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, working class, Yemen
Tagged alcohol, alcoholism, America, american dream, capitalism, domestic violence, father's day, greed, money, poem, poetry, violence, war, working class
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And Then I Woke Up
I jumped from the top floor of a skyscraper the other night in my dream there was a crowd of people, a party of some sort, but then I jumped and then I was falling for a while and I … Continue reading
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
fading
written 03 March 2017 Dreams are fading like the smoke from this incense lingering just out of sight they’re still there when you turn out the light but the smell fades and its hard to remember like senior year second … Continue reading
Posted in 9/11, america, american dream, dreams, fear, government, poem, Poetry, propaganda, Uncategorized
Tagged 9/11, fear, incense, poem, poetry, September
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Falling Dreams
When I was a kid I used to have dreams that I was falling. I never landed, just kept on falling. It was the same place, the same dream. I was on a farm somewhere and there was a tractor … Continue reading
Posted in american dream, animals, death, dreams, fall, family, farm, farming, farms, life, memories, poem, Poetry, roofing, Uncategorized, writing
Tagged american dream, cows, death, dreaming, dreams, falling, falling dreams, family, farming, farms, goats, grandfather, grandparents, nightmares, poems, poetry, roofing, Sheep, working class, writing
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By The Riverside
In the dream I’m drowning in the Euphrates sinking, can’t swim see myself hanging from a limb swinging in the wind by the riverside nowhere to run cant hide tried swimming but stuck just beneath the surface and just as … Continue reading
Avert Your Eyes
‘Be all you can be in the land of the free fight for de-moc-racy, hold your head high Theres money for school and the uniforms cool if you play by the rules you’ll be just fine But avert … Continue reading
Posted in advice, american dream, collateral damage, death, democracy, dreams, poem, Poetry, propaganda, recruiting, song, Uncategorized, veterans, violence, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged advice, news, poem, poetry, Propaganda, recruiting, truth, violence, war, writing, youth
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The wind’s whispers are drown out by screams and shouts broken dreams, no doubt seem the end is near awash with tears and years and years will pass you by what dreams did come abruptly die and cry and sing … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, american dream, Bethlehem, collateral damage, death, dreams, drones, empire, fire, freedom, Gaza, god, Grapes of Wrath, human rights, humanity, Iraq, Jesus, peace, poem, Poetry, propaganda, refugees, refugees welcome, religion, suicide, Syria, truth, Uncategorized, Vietnam, violence, war
Tagged christianity, humanity, Jesus, life, poem, poetry, religion, violence, war
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Mountains & Oceans
The weight starts adding up the moment the lights go out and dreamland arrives, the weight piles up minute by minute hour by hour pound by pound, until around the time the sun rises until around the time the roosters … Continue reading
Posted in anxiety, circus, collateral damage, death, depression, dreams, history, human rights, oil, poem, Poetry, red wine, Uncategorized, war
Tagged anxiety, death, depression, poem, poetry
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