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Tag Archives: alcohol
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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Punch-Drunk
They’re victorious again, and we ate our bread and we filled our cup, punch-drunk for the duration content cheering on the team
My Father Is Like America
He tried, is what I tell myself. He was dealt a shitty hand in life, he had a horrible, deadbeat father and a crazy mother and he had the best of intentions, and he wanted to run away from his … Continue reading
Posted in alcohol, america, american dream, capitalism, child abuse, collateral damage, dreams, family, father's day, government, greed, human rights, Iraq, money, Occupy, poem, Poetry, taxes, Trump, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, working class, Yemen
Tagged alcohol, alcoholism, America, american dream, capitalism, domestic violence, father's day, greed, money, poem, poetry, violence, war, working class
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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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The Eyes Have It
The eyes of the prophets are crossed and the line is dotted signs are spotted in the crowd remove the shroud it’s too loud to think swim, don’t sink but crossed eyes blink Morse code teaching us to curse the winding … Continue reading
Posted in alcohol, america, american dream, Black Lives Matter, capitalism, collateral damage, dancing, death, depression, drugs, earth, empathy, empire, eyes, god, government, greed, human rights, humanity, Iraq, Kaepernick, life, love, murder, music, night, poem, Poetry, poverty, propaganda, racism, religion, Syria, taxes, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, writing, Yemen
Tagged alcohol, America, american dream, Black Lives Matter, capitalism, dancing, drugs, earth, empire, eyes, football, god, government, greed, human rights, humanity, Kaepernick, life, mother earth, music, nature, Peace, poem, poetry, poverty, Propaganda, religion, Rome, seasons, taxes, truth, violence, war, writing
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Road Trip
Billboard after billboard too many to count mile after mile road after road state after state buy this car buy this whiskey buy this beer call this lawyer when you get pulled over for driving this car after drinking this … Continue reading
Posted in Advertising, alcohol, america, american dream, beer, coffee, driving, money, poem, Poetry, recruiting, religion, Uncategorized, war
Tagged Advertising, alcohol, America, american dream, billboards, driving, military, poem, poetry, recruiting, road trips
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Olive Tree
daylight fading into evening shade tree branches swaying old record played on repeat no street lights here nothing to fear but aching feet and tired eyes havent cried in too long the records skipping mid-song just as I started singing … Continue reading
Posted in alcohol, american dream, anxiety, collateral damage, depression, farming, fear, hawaii, human rights, life, memories, Olive trees, peace, poem, Poetry, rain, suicide, time, Uncategorized, Veterans Day, war, writing
Tagged alcohol, american dream, anxiety, chickens, cows, death, depression, farming, life, news, olive trees, Peace, pigs, poem, poetry, politics, suicide, truth, war, 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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stand-up guy
no one thinks I’m funny and I’m running out of money telling jokes in this dive and I can’t take 9-to-5 only 5 people in here drinking fifty cent draught beer and no one laughs or cheers just shoot shit … Continue reading
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