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Tag Archives: addiction
Regret & Karmic Debt
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
Posted in guilt, haiku, humanity, life, peace, poem, Poetry, tanka, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged addiction, alcohol, alcoholism, death, dreams, farming, guilt, haiku, healing, karma, life, love, memories, Peace, poem, Poetry, regret, sobriety, tanka, time, war
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It’s a Privilege
Our grandfather was a roofer and he spent his whole life busting his ass to provide for his working class children and then his working class grandchildren and then, when he was 68 years old he was repairing a chimney … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, alcohol, america, american dream, Black Lives Matter, civil rights, death, family, government, grandfather, Howard Zinn, human rights, humanity, MLK, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, poverty, racism, Uncategorized
Tagged addiction, alcohol, America, Bob Marley, death, drugs, hatred, life, poem, Poetry, poverty, racism, tax resistance, war, white privilege, working class
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Memories
There’s been this constant commentary echoing shitty memories doubling down on self-addressed hate speech it’s so goddamn tempting to reach for the off switch oh, how I wish I could ditch yesterday if I were a religious man I would … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, anxiety, depression, poem, Poetry, ptsd, Uncategorized, writing
Tagged addiction, anxiety, depression, poem, Poetry
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The Poppies Are Everywhere
Marx called religion the opium of the masses but we pray to Gods of war and the poppies are everywhere and we pretend to remember (and care) and we feel so much better now and we won’t dare question the … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, Afghanistan, america, apathy, Armistice Day, death, god, government, history, Howard Zinn, humanity, Iraq, opium, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, poppies, reflection, religion, remembrance day, Uncategorized, veterans, Veterans Day, veterans for peace, Vietnam, war, world war one, world war two, writing, WW1, yellow ribbons
Tagged 100 years, addiction, Afghanistan, America, apathy, Armistice Day, death, dope, drones, drugs, Flanders field, god, heroin, iraq, jingoism, militarism, military, nationalism, opium, Oxycontin, pain, Pakistan, poem, poetry, poppies, Propaganda, religion, remembrance day, Somalia, Syria, taxes, terrorism, trauma, Uganda, veterans, veterans day, Veterans for Peace, Vietnam, war, war tax resistance, World War One, World War Two, writing, Yemen
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As The Rich Cast Lots For Our Souls
A lot of Americans are unhappy and unhealthy simply because there is no profit in happiness or in health a few people accumulate massive wealth from just the opposite nor does sobriety fit into the profit motive there is only … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, america, american dream, anxiety, depression, poem, Poetry, poverty, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance
Tagged addiction, american dream, anxiety, capitalism, depression, drugs, greed, healing, Peace, poem, poetry, poverty, war
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Resist
We lie to ourselves about being powerless and pretend that humanity’s not in distress and we live to impress the people next door but they’re no better than us, if we’re both funding war and the addicts we judge … Continue reading
Posted in poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance
Tagged addiction, poem, poetry, war, war tax resistance
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Addicted
I am addicted to something that I know is slowly killing my soul. I want to stop -cold turkey- I want to free myself from these chains but society trains us to rely on this drug to crave this drug … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, climate, climate change, oil, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, writing
Tagged addiction, climate, climate change, oil, poem, poetry
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Fog
Trapped here in London or is it the city by the bay day after day after day after day pea soup drowning socked-in frowning downing handfulls of hope you wake up still here still live in fear still drinking cheap … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, depression, poem, Poetry, suicide, Uncategorized
Tagged addiction, depression, fog, hawaii, poem, poetry, suicide
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East v. West part 3
the flys I the ointment the eggs in the pan the cats in the cradle of uncivilized man tit for tat this and that choose to sit out the game don’t even remember when all this fear came year in … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, american dream, circus, empire, fear, history, human rights, Iraq, poem, Poetry, propaganda, stars, time, truth, Uncategorized, Vietnam, violence, war, writing
Tagged addiction, death, east, fear, god, hate, ignorance, love, Peace, poem, poetry, religion, Travel, truth, war, west, writing
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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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