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Oct 12, 2008

Political Poemics

it all felt different before Reagan took power thirty years ago
ever since Bush was a Vice President
freedom meant protection to pursue liberation
we were a nation led by Christians who taught that all faiths were welcome
even no faith.
3,000 died to jihad on Sept. 11
Over a half-million killed in Iraq

and now

the Bush regime must pass the baton
or stop pretending it promotes democracy

while corporation mathematicians are exposed for inventing money
by using legal contracts to add
three zeros
to the fundamentals of our global economic values

as mass media continues to project and provoke every conversation
that reinforces failed policies and stereotypes

while the social and political elite
find comfort in the company and wisdom
of the common folk they are exploiting
and neglecting.

Our government is currently better at incarcerating civilians
than counting our votes.

Beautiful Babylon Babies Unite !!!

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,
Love Trumps hate.

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Poetic HyperLinks Defeating the Impossibilities of Peace

Also sprach Zarathustra to the brothasistahs lost out in the woods…
Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
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