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Category Archives: prison
So…I Smoked Crack
So… I smoked crack not long after I got back from Iraq. We had been up all night and I lost track of time after too much salt and too many limes and too many lines blurring reality and I … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, crack, drugs, Iraq, poem, Poetry, prison, racism, Uncategorized, war, white privilege
Tagged alcohol, american dream, crack, depression, drugs, farming, iraq, poem, poetry, prison, war, white privilege, writing
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belly dancing on the dashboard
from May 2014 Bury my heart Here Because mine eyes have seen enough Suffering My eyes have seen enough Of man’s inhumanity to man But this isn’t a Robert Burns poem… This is holy land Where the sand is flying … Continue reading
Posted in america, hawaii, Native Americans, palestine, Palestinians, peace, poem, Poetry, poverty, prison, refugees, religion, taxes, Uncategorized, violence, war, writing, Yemen
Tagged America, Apartheid, death, empire, hawaii, life, Native Americans, occupation, palestine, poem, poetry
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Time
Blind sages read blank pages as wine ages and the poet rages against cages and low wages and stages of sanity
Walking Man
The sidewalk loosely guides us as we drone along on autopilot gliding between building and street building and street building and street until the sound of honking horns overpowers our headphones and we see red hands prompting us to stop … Continue reading
Posted in collateral damage, free speech, freedom, human rights, humanity, Iraq, Jesus, justice, NYPD, peace, poem, Poetry, police, prison, racism, refugees, religion, Syria, taxes, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance
Tagged America, Cellphones, death, iraq, life, New York, news, poem, poetry, religion, Syria, technology, truth, tv, Wall Street, war
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Standing Rock
Standing on this rock all alone looking glass shattered can’t find home can’t escape sticks and stones thrown by a falling Rome names don’t hurt when Redskins flirt with victory the Missouri doesn’t flow to the sea it flows through … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, bigotry, Black Lives Matter, civil rights, climate change, Clinton, collateral damage, Dakota Access Pipeline, DAPL, death, democracy, dreams, earth, Edward Bernays, empathy, empire, environment, fear, Ferguson, fish, freedom, government, greed, history, human rights, humanity, idle no more, ignorance, justice, Kaepernick, Liberty, life, Native Americans, nature, NFL, oceans, oil, poem, Poetry, politics, poverty, prison, propaganda, racism, Sioux, Standing Rock, taxes, Trump, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance, water, world war one, world war two, writing
Tagged addiction, Afghanistan, America, american dream, bigotry, bread and circuses, Clinton, collateral damage, Dakota Access Pipeline, DAPL, death, democracy, dreams, drugs, empire, greed, humanity, ignorance, iraq, justice, Kaepernick, love, National Anthem, Native Americans, nature, NFL, Peace, poem, poetry, poverty, Propaganda, racism, Sioux, Standing Rock, suicide, Trump, truth, war, war tax resistance, water, Water is Life, writing
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money
counting dollars 1, 2, 3 signaled the end of unity none for you and 3 for me signaled rise of oportunity ill lend you 1 you’ll repay me 3 nothing in life ever comes for free now ill lend you … Continue reading
Alone
quicksand running through time out of line can’t seem to find reason or rhyme seasons behind adding up 32 summers wait and see here comes 33 Pacific breeze shaking leaves off these fruit trees and in the ocean I still … Continue reading
My letter to the IRS: War Tax Resistance
The following is the letter I mailed to the IRS a few days before tax day about my reasons for not paying federal income tax. This is the first year since leaving the military that I have had taxable income, … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, american dream, Black Lives Matter, civil rights, earth, education, human rights, Iraq, IRS, letter, music, peace, poverty, prison, taxes, war, war tax resistance, world war one
Tagged America, american dream, art, Black Lives Matter, civil rights, collateral damage, democracy, education, howard zinn, human rights, IRS, music, poverty, prison, war, war tax resistance
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