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Category Archives: fear
Let’s Go Read Rumi (Ode to Spring)
Before the vultures dine on another ancient civilization and cities become rubble lets break bread instead of bones lets cleanse our palate and feast on the food of kings and queens, lets walk through smoke screens, and sit on … Continue reading
Posted in america, Chaharshanbe Suri, fear, fire, Hafez, haiku, humanity, ignorance, Iran, life, love, mysticism, Parts Unknown, peace, Persian food, poem, Poetry, propaganda, Rumi, sufism, tanka, travel, Uncategorized, veterans, writing
Tagged Anthony Bourdain, Bahar, Chaharshanbe Suri, chemical weapons, civilization, culture, food, Hafez, haiku, Iran, Iran Iraq War, life, love, Media, mystics, New Year, news, Nowruz, Parts Unknown, Persia, Persian food, Persian rugs, poem, Poetry, Propaganda, Rumi, Spring, springtime, sufism, tanka, tea, Travel, truth, war, war tax resistance
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Hay For The Royal Horses
The villagers stood around screaming, “The village is burning” and there they were, standing around looking at the fire doing nothing but screaming. “Put this fire out now!!!” they demanded of the King who, far off in the distance was … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, animals, beer, collateral damage, democracy, drunk, Edward Bernays, empire, farm, farming, farms, fear, god, government, greed, history, human rights, humanity, ignorance, life, money, oil, Olive trees, Palestinians, people, poem, Poetry, poverty, propaganda, refugees, short story, taxes, terrorism, travel, truth, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, West Bank, working class, writing
Tagged America, american dream, Bush, Clinton, farmers, farming, fire, horses, human rights, humanity, kings, Obama, poem, poetry, Propaganda, queens, short story, taxes, tradition, Trump, truth, war, war tax resistance, writing
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Walk Away From The Table
The dictionary definition of Cannibalism is: n. 1. The act of eating human flesh or the flesh of one’s own kind. 2. Savage and inhuman cruelty. We are cannibals. Our pastime is cannibalism. We feed on the flesh of … Continue reading
Guns Aren’t The Problem…
I grew up in a family of hunters. My grandfather killed an incredible number of deer during his lifetime, and he never needed more than a shot gun. He often used a bow. If I ever hunt again, it will … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, collateral damage, education, empathy, empire, fear, guns, Iraq, Jesus, life, MLK, racism, recruiting, revenge, russia, school shootings, slavery, Syria, terrorism, Trump, Uncategorized, Vietnam, violence, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged America, death, fear, florida, guns, hate, health care, hunting, Jesus, life, love, MLK, NRA, revenge, school shootings, taxes, Trump, violence, war
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Others Like Them
America is a nation of ticking time bombs people feeling dejected and rejected people feeling disconnected and cut off from friends and families people feeling shit on by society people feeling alone and forsaken people who have taken psychotropic drugs … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, american dream, capitalism, collateral damage, death, fear, guns, history, Iraq, NRA, poem, Poetry, school shootings, Syria, taxes, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance, Yemen
Tagged America, american dream, fear, guns, health care, NRA, poem, poetry, school shootings, violence
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March For Women
The President isn’t the disease he is but a symptom. The disease is not new, it is not worse now than it was a couple of years ago or a couple of decades ago or a couple of centuries ago. … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, american dream, bigotry, Black Lives Matter, capitalism, collateral damage, death, democracy, drones, empathy, fear, government, hatred, history, Howard Zinn, human rights, Iran, Iraq, IRS, Israel, Kaepernick, money, murder, palestine, Palestinians, poem, Poetry, police, police brutality, poverty, racism, refugees, sexism, slavery, Syria, taxes, Trump, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance, white privilege, women's march, womens rights, writing, Yemen
Tagged Afghanistan, America, capitalism, Genocide, greed, howard zinn, human rights, iraq, palestine, poem, poetry, poverty, slavery, sports, taxes, Trump, war, war tax resistance, women, women's march, womens rights
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We’re The Elves
Blaming the president and not ourselves is like blaming santa and not his elves We’re all to blame They keep controlling us with fear so we pay our taxes year after year We’re all to blame … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, american dream, Black Lives Matter, capitalism, civil rights, collateral damage, Dakota Access Pipeline, death, democracy, drones, empire, ethnic cleansing, fear, freedom, Gaza, greed, guilt, history, Howard Zinn, human rights, humanity, Iran, Iraq, justice, Kaepernick, Liberty, life, media, MLK, Native Americans, oil, poem, Poetry, racism, refugees, Saudi Arabia, singing, slavery, song, Standing Rock, Syria, taxes, Ter Gas, terrorism, Trump, Uncategorized, veterans, Vietnam, violence, war, war tax resistance, West Bank, writing, Yemen
Tagged Afghanistan, America, Bush, greed, humanity, iraq, music, news, Obama, poem, poetry, Song, taxes, terrorism, Trump, violence, war, war tax resistance
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Bellies Full of Plastic
There is no hope of a better future, stop listening to the optimistic TV newscasters. We are not going to save the world we are nothing more than a cancer making planet earth sick. There is no God, so I … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, american dream, capitalism, climate change, collateral damage, death, earth, fear, fire, Gaza, god, greed, hate, hell, Hiroshima, Howard Zinn, human rights, humanity, Iraq, life, love, Nagasaki, oceans, oil, peace, people, poem, Poetry, religion, taxes, terrorism, time, trash, Uncategorized, universe, Vietnam, violence, war, war tax resistance, water, writing, Yemen
Tagged Afghanistan, America, Bush, capitalism, death, environment, garbage, Gaza, greed, Hiroshima, iraq, life, money, Nagasaki, Obama, oceans, oil, Peace, plastic, poem, poetry, poison, pollution, rivers, Saudi Arabia, trash, Trump, Vietnam, violence, war, war tax resistance, WW2, Yemen
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Spring
The script was written long ago with an apple bitten so we’d never know that the truth was in us all along but they stole our solstice and silenced our song and said the devil made us dance and if … Continue reading
Posted in bible, church, dancing, empathy, eyes, fear, god, hate, hell, history, human rights, humanity, life, love, music, poem, Poetry, religion, song, Uncategorized, war, writing
Tagged dance, fall, god, humanity, life, mother earth, music, Peace, poem, poetry, rain, religion, solstice, Song, Spring, summer, truth, war, winter, writing
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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
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