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Category Archives: people
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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Pockets Full Of Coins
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
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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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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Ala Moana
Looking down at the street below from this 14th floor hotel window I see the sidewalk where my family sleeps if God is real I hope it weeps for what society has become we don’t see our sister just another … Continue reading
Posted in abuse, addiction, Ala Moana, american dream, anxiety, broken heart, capitalism, conversation, depression, domestic violence, dreams, empathy, family, hawaii, healing, homeless, humanity, imagine, jazz, life, love, people, poem, Poetry, solidarity, soul, Uncategorized, universe, womens rights, writing
Tagged addiction, Ala Moana, alcohol, anxiety, capitalism, collateral damage, depression, drugs, family, hawaii, homelessness, humanity, ohana, paradise, poem, poetry, poverty, solidarity, Waikiki
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Real Eyes
My eyes are burning as I’m falling through space galaxies become stars I fall further from grace and the race has no ending, I begin to realize that these signals they’re sending are just coded lies and these … Continue reading
Posted in american dream, bible, church, civil rights, collateral damage, death, democracy, dreams, empathy, environment, farming, fear, fire, free speech, freedom, Garden, god, government, happiness, hatred, human rights, humanity, imagine, justice, Liberty, life, love, memories, music, nature, peace, people, poem, Poetry, rain, religion, stars, summer, time, travel, trees, truth, Uncategorized, universe, violence, war, water, writing
Tagged american dream, collateral damage, death, democracy, dreams, lies, love, Peace, poem, poetry, space, time, truth, universe, war, writing
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Tomorrow
Tomorrow, the war will end and the bombs will stop falling. They will send young men and young women back home to their families in big cities and farm towns where they’ll melt rifles down to make pickaxes which they’ll … Continue reading
Posted in america, dreams, family, farm, farming, farms, hope, human rights, humanity, imagine, Iraq, justice, Liberty, life, love, Olive trees, peace, people, poem, Poetry, time, Uncategorized, veterans, war, working class, writing
Tagged America, american dream, collateral damage, dreams, iraq, love, Peace, poem, poetry, veterans, war, writing
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Salty Tears
1/17/2015 I have yet to find a bridge and I’ve struggled to pick a poison I’ve only been able to pull the trigger on one-way tickets to the middle of the Pacific where the suicidal thoughts wash away with each … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, american dream, anxiety, apartheid, collateral damage, death, democracy, depression, dreams, I Can't Breathe, ignorance, Iraq, murder, One Love, palestine, peace, people, poem, Poetry, poverty, suicide, veterans for peace, war, whiskey, working class
Tagged Afghanistan, America, american dream, Apartheid, collateral damage, death, democracy, depleted uranium, depression, dreams, empire, humanity, iraq, justice, life, love, one love, palestine, Peace, people, poem, poetry, solidarity, stars, suicide, tears, truth, Veterans for Peace, war
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People’s History (an ode to Tom Joad)
The people I know are in it to win the people i know have read Howard Zinn the people I know have sights set on victory the people i know know our people’s history my people are people that fight … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, bible, collateral damage, death, dreams, Grapes of Wrath, homeless, Howard Zinn, hunger, people, poem, Poetry, police brutality
Tagged America, american dream, bible, democracy, dreams, Grapes of Wrath, history, homelessness, howard zinn, hunger, people, poem, poetry, police brutality, revolution, solidarity
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