Tag Archives: taxes

Time

Posted on June 16, 2019 by soitgoes1984

Where the hell does the time go  I can’t believe I’ll be thirty-five I can’t believe that I’m still alive  though there’s still some days  I don’t want to be hearing people still shouting  FREEDOM ISN’T FREE while we’re drowning  … Continue reading →

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Nonviolent Resistance

Posted on June 9, 2019 by soitgoes1984

They taught us that the only way  to nonviolently resist  is to compliantly persist , to exist in silence and burn candles  while they burn villages, to wave banners  while they waive human rights. DO NOT BOYCOTT  DO NOT DIVEST  … Continue reading →

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Blind Eyes

Posted on April 20, 2019 by soitgoes1984

Blind eyes of storms  we’ve created  have erased immeasurable  beauty

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Death & Taxes

Posted on April 9, 2019 by soitgoes1984

the only thing that is certain in this life is that death is funded by your taxes

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Good Credit/Bad Credit

Posted on April 4, 2019 by soitgoes1984

if we help clean the beach we deserve credit if we help generate trash that winds up in the ocean we deserve credit   if we drive an electric car we deserve credit if our electricity comes from oil or … Continue reading →

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Jump Ship/I Sailed With Columbus

Posted on March 2, 2019 by soitgoes1984

“I Sailed With Columbus”  When I was eight years old, in 1992 I first learned about Christopher Columbus and I sang along with my class “In fourteen-hundred and ninety-two Columbus sailed the ocean blue” and we drew pictures of him … Continue reading →

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Pockets Full Of Coins

Posted on December 1, 2018 by soitgoes1984

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 →

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Don’t Thank Me

Posted on November 12, 2018 by soitgoes1984

Don’t thank me, save your breath, and thank a tree for the air you breathe thank a cloud for the water you drink thank a farmer for the food you eat thank a teacher if you’ve ever learned anything thank a musician if … Continue reading →

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The Poppies Are Everywhere

Posted on November 12, 2018 by soitgoes1984

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 →

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The Birds Are Still Flying: Ode To Kaho’olawe

Posted on October 27, 2018 by soitgoes1984

They watched as it bled blood red clouding the ocean and asked themselves how? They forgot that it’s alive dying slowly as God cries   and green turns to brown. Veins are nothing without blood but tears wash away sacredness … Continue reading →

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