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Tag Archives: drugs
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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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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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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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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29 People
According to Merriam-Webster, the definition of terrorism is “The use of violent acts to frighten the people in an area as a way of trying to achieve a political goal.” 29 people were killed today in a terrorist attack. … Continue reading
Posted in america, collateral damage, death, history, human rights, NYC, oil, poem, Poetry, taxes, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, Yemen
Tagged America, death, drugs, poem, poetry, Saudi Arabia, taxes, terrorism, war, Yemen
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Pali
Longing to set sail once more casualties of a war waged with germs and guns and drugs and spam and pineapples and sugarcane and chemicals and steel and my heart is numb and I cannot feel your pain the goddess … Continue reading
Posted in collateral damage, fire, hawaii, hope, human rights, humanity, life, poem, Poetry, rain, religion, solidarity, Uncategorized, violence, writing
Tagged drugs, hawaii, poem, poetry, religion, solidarity, war
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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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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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