Category Archives: peace

We Can’t Forget

Posted on August 23, 2021 by soitgoes1984

We are believers we’ve placed full faith in a magic that uses words to transform chaos into the norm human beings into disposable things buildings into rubble life into death (by drone) bodies into ash (and bone) cultures into terror … Continue reading →

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Connected

Posted on September 11, 2019 by soitgoes1984

I wish I saw the Wallflowers at the Hartford Meadows on the twelfth of September eighteen years ago. I used to love The Wallflowers and my mom bought tickets for my 17th birthday and I waited all summer long and … Continue reading →

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I Drove A Car Last Night

Posted on June 11, 2019 by soitgoes1984

*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 →

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We Have No Excuse: An Ode To Dr. King

Posted on April 4, 2019 by soitgoes1984

Years ago, most folks  didn’t know how terrible the government was today, we are well aware but we keep on funding it in spite of all the tapped cellphones and bullets and bombs and drones and all our bread turning … Continue reading →

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In My Dream: An Ode to Dr. King

Posted on April 4, 2019 by soitgoes1984

(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 →

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Regret & Karmic Debt

Posted on March 24, 2019 by soitgoes1984

Some nights I want to turn back the clock a decade or more, but I made my bed so I lay awake trying my best to forget wading through oceans of regret and karmic debt and one too many mistakes, … Continue reading →

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Farmers for Peace

Posted on March 23, 2019 by soitgoes1984

When we’re growing food we’re liberating ourselves from want, from need, from greed, from seeds of fear and we’re setting the dove free to soar with olive branches away from perpetual war, away from hate away from the fate scripted … Continue reading →

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Let’s Go Read Rumi (Ode to Spring)

Posted on March 4, 2019 by soitgoes1984

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 →

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Pockets Full Of Coins

Posted on December 1, 2018 by soitgoes1984

I had a dream last night and in the dream, I woke up   and I didn’t know where I was.   There was nothing leading up to it, I just woke up in a strange place.   Before too … Continue reading →

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For Tradition’s Sake

Posted on November 22, 2018 by soitgoes1984

  From Plymouth Rock to Standing Rock, the west has rolled from sea to sea, with cultures in our wake yet we take pride in the meals we make   for traditions sake on the fourth Thursday every November. As … Continue reading →

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