31 Mar 2010

Angelic infidels shed poetic tears.

I am a white Pennsylvanian mongrel.

I have lived with pagans,satanists,atheists,agnostics, born-agains, bums, the rich, members of every branch of the U.S. Armed Services excepting the Air Force, priests, monks and natives... most of them are my friends, though i cannot promise that is reciprocal

and i was raised Irish~American Catholic and my mother is a Saint. My cousin is a priest and my only surviving grandmother (by my aunt's marriage) is a Jew.




I renounced my faith in the Catholic Church as a high school student in an elite, private, Augustinian monday morning chapel service, when challenged to do so by a brilliant and powerful priest (Whom i love madly to this day) during his sermon.

I have never been able to renounce what i have learned of Jesus and his teachings. The same is true for Roberta Blackgoat, Mohammed, Buddha, Baba Ram Dass, the Dalai Lama, Maria Sabina, Lee "Scratch" Perry, Pauline Whitesinger, many others...

They are all correct
and attempting to show us that we can be too.

It all starts with defeating aggression. Harnessing compassion. Mustering willpower. Cultivating the impossible reality of peace.

It all starts with looking at the people standing next to you and letting them know you care.

It all starts with a calm breath and a smile ( thank you Thich Nhat Hanh )

The wealthiest and most powerful private organization on Earth is the Catholic Church, out of Rome.

I am fully prepared to wage war against the Pope.

I have never even met the guy. But he was Hitler Youth, he has Rat in his name, and he allowed children to be molested.

You cannot hide behind the Prince of Peace when children are crying in their beds.

For all I know, the 28 Saudi Arabians that hit us on 9-11 were Ratzinger's lackeys.

The Bush Cartel definitely is.



I believe in God.
I believe in lots of things and I believe in nothing.
I believe that Women are Goddesses and children speak the voice of God.
God is and comes to us through Nature.



The worst humans among us spend their entire lives embarrassed at these truths.

They use lies and deception to convince us that their brilliance is genuine.
They pretend that the passage of time will justify their failures.
They act like their now familiar traditions are the only rational ones.
They ignore the alleged purpose of their existence and cultivate chaos behind masks of social convention.



Only the destruction wrought by European Messiah based civilization enables me to hurl this digital assault.
Only the magic of lightning enables this attack to be real and live.
Only the human capacity for reason and understanding can make this attack legitimate and peaceful.









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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