Waging a Love war is tricky business.
You can never sanction betrayal, or be tried by a jury of your peers.
2010 years have proved this only prolongs the battle.
Peaceful Jihad and Nature have given humanity all of it's joy.
1. Declare an immediate global ceasefire of all U.S. private and Federal forces. From this day forward only killing in self-defense will be legal.
2. Declare 2010 as a U.S. Federal government sanctioned year of Recovery. This will involve a publicly developed, independent, non-corporate dialogue about appropriate social actions needed to rebuild the U.S.A. from it's current State of Emergency.
3. Decriminalize possession of all naturally occurring plants and fungi.
4. Dismantle the prison growth mentality and industry.
5. Remove all profit potential from pharmaceuticals, genetic modification, defense industries and chemical agriculture.
6. Abolish the welfare system, using the money saved to disperse free health care and create community centers including free beds on a monthly basis, showers and shitters, internet access, exercise equipment, community gardens, ping pong, billiards and an auditorium. All free. With one free meal served daily at sunset.
7. Immediately shut down all corporate operations on indigenous lands, National and State parks and forests as well as our oceans. Redesign our land policy towards conservation and growth.
8. Publicly invite G.H.W. Bush to make a public confession of his hidden hand in U.S. culture and politics, starting with the murder of J.F.K. and currently concluding with the collapse of global finance and multiple wars.
9. Create a Global Peace Proposition, inviting the military leaders of all countries and terrorist organizations into a public dialogue towards ending occupation by force and acts of terrorism.
10. Remind everyone that you stand at the center of a Bush shitstorm so horrendous and apocalyptic that the skies have been weeping for the past year.
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Also sprach Zarathustra to the brothasistahs lost out in the woods… Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of who...
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
Legalize It
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
Legalize It