Poetry
Where have you been
My distant friend
Scrolled thru your page
To where your timeline end
Saw the last pictures
You would ever get
Thru the internet
To the TV set
Of my mind
Now they givin you up for lost
Givin you up for lost
Givin you up for lost
To the Cyberfrost
So I put on my skin
Ate my pretend
Fueled on my gauge
With all my spend
Rode past the fixtures
Of the parliament
To the tenement
To the mo'foment
Of my mind
I was breathing in the exhaust
Breathing in the exhaust
Breathing the exhaust
Of the Cyberfrost
Crowds have been thin
Too few to defend
The previous age
Of Aquarians
Read the last scriptures
They would ever share
Thru the open of air
To the county fair
Of my mind
Now they givin us up for lost
Givin us up for lost
Givin us up for lost
To the Cyberfrost
My distant friend
Scrolled thru your page
To where your timeline end
Saw the last pictures
You would ever get
Thru the internet
To the TV set
Of my mind
Now they givin you up for lost
Givin you up for lost
Givin you up for lost
To the Cyberfrost
So I put on my skin
Ate my pretend
Fueled on my gauge
With all my spend
Rode past the fixtures
Of the parliament
To the tenement
To the mo'foment
Of my mind
I was breathing in the exhaust
Breathing in the exhaust
Breathing the exhaust
Of the Cyberfrost
Crowds have been thin
Too few to defend
The previous age
Of Aquarians
Read the last scriptures
They would ever share
Thru the open of air
To the county fair
Of my mind
Now they givin us up for lost
Givin us up for lost
Givin us up for lost
To the Cyberfrost
When W builds his library,
I have a plan,
an old-fashioned 3-holer,
an outhouse set in quicksand.
A throne for Bush,one for Cheney,
one hole left for friend or dignitary.
Could be Powell,Bolton or Scooter,
letting Rice sit in would be a hooter.
Ashcroft,Rumsfeld,Brown and Blair,
all could visit,leave input there.
Wolfowitz,Perle,Kristol,Neocons
of "Progress For a New American Century",
could send their bloodsoaked regards
from Hell or world penitentiary.
Perle introduced Bush to Chalabi,
felon and presidential wannabe.
They planned a "new world order",
plagiarized from works by Hitler,
which destroyed America's image,
made us all look littler.
Guantanamo could send barbed wire.
Guards are from Abu Graub's lasting fire.
Matalin,Hughes,Gonzales,DeLay
remember Enron and "Kenny Boy" Lay.
Karl Rove,Scalia,and James Baker
share the hole as the royal king maker.
Big oil dug it deep.
Haliburton spread it wide.
Bush built his legacy
cronies and criminals by his side.
Hemorrhoids and piles,
it's hard to tell one from another.
One thing for sure,
I have a plan,
an old-fashioned 3-holer,
an outhouse set in quicksand.
A throne for Bush,one for Cheney,
one hole left for friend or dignitary.
Could be Powell,Bolton or Scooter,
letting Rice sit in would be a hooter.
Ashcroft,Rumsfeld,Brown and Blair,
all could visit,leave input there.
Wolfowitz,Perle,Kristol,Neocons
of "Progress For a New American Century",
could send their bloodsoaked regards
from Hell or world penitentiary.
Perle introduced Bush to Chalabi,
felon and presidential wannabe.
They planned a "new world order",
plagiarized from works by Hitler,
which destroyed America's image,
made us all look littler.
Guantanamo could send barbed wire.
Guards are from Abu Graub's lasting fire.
Matalin,Hughes,Gonzales,DeLay
remember Enron and "Kenny Boy" Lay.
Karl Rove,Scalia,and James Baker
share the hole as the royal king maker.
Big oil dug it deep.
Haliburton spread it wide.
Bush built his legacy
cronies and criminals by his side.
Hemorrhoids and piles,
it's hard to tell one from another.
One thing for sure,
Yo, wake up texters, listen in,
Uncle Sam's after more boogeymen;
Dubya left Barack in a terrible jam
Way over in Afghanistan.
So put down your iPhone and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.
And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Not freedom or our fellow man,
Next stop's Afghanistan;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no need to wonder why,
For peak oil, we're all gonna die.
Well come on, McChrystal, let's move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Gotta kill all those towel heads —
Though Muslims ain't who we should dread.
Our robber barons, they're the ones
Who blew the Towers to kingdom come.
And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Not freedom or our fellow man,
Next stop's Afghanistan;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no need to wonder why,
For peak oil, we're all gonna die.
Huh!
Well, come on Wall Street, don't move slow,
Since 9-1-1, it's go-go-go.
There's plenty good money to be made
Uncle Sam's after more boogeymen;
Dubya left Barack in a terrible jam
Way over in Afghanistan.
So put down your iPhone and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.
And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Not freedom or our fellow man,
Next stop's Afghanistan;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no need to wonder why,
For peak oil, we're all gonna die.
Well come on, McChrystal, let's move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Gotta kill all those towel heads —
Though Muslims ain't who we should dread.
Our robber barons, they're the ones
Who blew the Towers to kingdom come.
And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Not freedom or our fellow man,
Next stop's Afghanistan;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no need to wonder why,
For peak oil, we're all gonna die.
Huh!
Well, come on Wall Street, don't move slow,
Since 9-1-1, it's go-go-go.
There's plenty good money to be made
I voted for Obama/ I voted against McCain/
Yet somehow I voted Republican/ So will someone please explain/
How "Yes We Can..." Went on to Be/ "...Wage the war indefinitely"/
How all us peaceniks working phones/ Led to murderous predator drones/
How all our grassroots small donations/ Led to gifts for corporations/
How all the debt that had us troubled/ Suddenly is more than doubled/
What just happened? I forget/ But I know I don't have healthcare yet/
I know the military's plan/ Is a troop surge in Afghanistan/
And here's another scary fact/ He wants to extend the Patriot Act?!?/
So as I send this to Freepress/ Some CIA wonk will assess/
And put me on the commie list/ Of people who are fucking pissed/
Yes now it all seems very strange/ All that talk of hope and change/
Who elected George Bush III?/Oh my Goddess, it was me/
Yet somehow I voted Republican/ So will someone please explain/
How "Yes We Can..." Went on to Be/ "...Wage the war indefinitely"/
How all us peaceniks working phones/ Led to murderous predator drones/
How all our grassroots small donations/ Led to gifts for corporations/
How all the debt that had us troubled/ Suddenly is more than doubled/
What just happened? I forget/ But I know I don't have healthcare yet/
I know the military's plan/ Is a troop surge in Afghanistan/
And here's another scary fact/ He wants to extend the Patriot Act?!?/
So as I send this to Freepress/ Some CIA wonk will assess/
And put me on the commie list/ Of people who are fucking pissed/
Yes now it all seems very strange/ All that talk of hope and change/
Who elected George Bush III?/Oh my Goddess, it was me/
My tears are gasoline,
My snot explosive
I piss sulphuric acid
and dump brown bombs of hatred
Oh, God, yes, I hate
the murderers of my People
of my Family
of my Ancestors
of my Elders
of myself
Oh, God, yes, I hate
But their hatred far exceeds mine
and mine hurts only me
I bear the hurt alone
I bear the hurt of the World
Alone
And who will share my pain?
You?
Oh, take my hand then, Brother, Sister,
And let us share the pain of the World
Let us pool our tears of Sadness
And drown our Great Grief
Together
You & I
And the People
Yes, together
Mitakuye Oyasin
We are All related
We are All One
My snot explosive
I piss sulphuric acid
and dump brown bombs of hatred
Oh, God, yes, I hate
the murderers of my People
of my Family
of my Ancestors
of my Elders
of myself
Oh, God, yes, I hate
But their hatred far exceeds mine
and mine hurts only me
I bear the hurt alone
I bear the hurt of the World
Alone
And who will share my pain?
You?
Oh, take my hand then, Brother, Sister,
And let us share the pain of the World
Let us pool our tears of Sadness
And drown our Great Grief
Together
You & I
And the People
Yes, together
Mitakuye Oyasin
We are All related
We are All One
When W builds his library,
I have a plan,
an old-fashioned 3-holer,
an outhouse set in quicksand.
A throne for Bush,one for Cheney,
one hole left for friend or dignitary.
Could be Powell,Bolton or Scooter,
letting Rice sit in would be a hooter.
Ashcroft,Rumsfeld,Brown and Blair,
all could visit,leave input there.
Wolfowitz,Perle,Kristol,Neocons
of "Progress For a New American
Century",
could send their bloodsoaked
regards from Hell or world
penitentiary.
Perle introduced Bush to Chalabi,
felon and presidential wannabe.
They planned a "new world order",
plagiarized from works by Hitler,
which destroyed America's image,
made us all look littler.
Guantanamo could send barbed wire.
Guards are from Abu Graub's lasting fire.
Matalin,Hughes,Gonzales,DeLay
remember Enron and "Kenny Boy" Lay.
Karl Rove,Scalia,and James Baker
share the hole as the royal king maker.
Big oil dug it deep.
Haliburton spread it wide.
Bush built his legacy
cronies and criminals by his side.
Hemorrhoids and piles,
it's hard to tell one from another.
I have a plan,
an old-fashioned 3-holer,
an outhouse set in quicksand.
A throne for Bush,one for Cheney,
one hole left for friend or dignitary.
Could be Powell,Bolton or Scooter,
letting Rice sit in would be a hooter.
Ashcroft,Rumsfeld,Brown and Blair,
all could visit,leave input there.
Wolfowitz,Perle,Kristol,Neocons
of "Progress For a New American
Century",
could send their bloodsoaked
regards from Hell or world
penitentiary.
Perle introduced Bush to Chalabi,
felon and presidential wannabe.
They planned a "new world order",
plagiarized from works by Hitler,
which destroyed America's image,
made us all look littler.
Guantanamo could send barbed wire.
Guards are from Abu Graub's lasting fire.
Matalin,Hughes,Gonzales,DeLay
remember Enron and "Kenny Boy" Lay.
Karl Rove,Scalia,and James Baker
share the hole as the royal king maker.
Big oil dug it deep.
Haliburton spread it wide.
Bush built his legacy
cronies and criminals by his side.
Hemorrhoids and piles,
it's hard to tell one from another.
beneath the olive branch,
on the entrance of his
lone star ranch...
she stands.
Her face coverd by tears,
Tears for lost blood which now
covers his hands,
and pants.
All the while the olive branch
chants what the rancher cannot do.
All together now,
"Bring our boys home!"
...sorry.
on the entrance of his
lone star ranch...
she stands.
Her face coverd by tears,
Tears for lost blood which now
covers his hands,
and pants.
All the while the olive branch
chants what the rancher cannot do.
All together now,
"Bring our boys home!"
...sorry.
I remember when Memorial Day meant that we had learned that war was not the solution to any conflict, and vowed never again.
I remember when mothers who held their children close to their breast were not the same mothers who supported the killing of other people’s children.
I remember when ‘Support the Troops’ meant giving them adequate protection in combat, and bringing them home alive, but did not mean supporting their mission of the murder of other human beings.
I remember when sons taught their fathers about peace by being conscientious objectors to another war that was supposed to be ‘the war to end all wars.’
I remember when fathers learned from their sons.
I remember when supporting our veterans meant that though we may not have agreed with the reasons they went to war or the irreparable violence and destruction they inflicted upon others, we had the decency and respect for the time and lives they gave to their country, (time forever gone,) to not cut their health benefits, and steal their personal information.
I remember when mothers who held their children close to their breast were not the same mothers who supported the killing of other people’s children.
I remember when ‘Support the Troops’ meant giving them adequate protection in combat, and bringing them home alive, but did not mean supporting their mission of the murder of other human beings.
I remember when sons taught their fathers about peace by being conscientious objectors to another war that was supposed to be ‘the war to end all wars.’
I remember when fathers learned from their sons.
I remember when supporting our veterans meant that though we may not have agreed with the reasons they went to war or the irreparable violence and destruction they inflicted upon others, we had the decency and respect for the time and lives they gave to their country, (time forever gone,) to not cut their health benefits, and steal their personal information.
Form plus function,
Equals matter,
If the function of the form is not known,
It’s a case of anti-matter,
Ignorance of the eyes,
Illusion on Vision causes,
State of Beliefs and Opinions,
Matter functions change forms,
Logical math addition,
Elements of induction,
Patterns form repetition,
Matters empirically not deduction,
Cycles of motion,
Through Beliefs and Opinions equal emotions,
Knowledge is the magic of the Reason portion,
Vision beyond the eyes with no distortions,
The Form to perceive matters,
Ignorance and Emotion shatters,
Knowledge and Comprehension matters,
Vision of two dimensions intrinsically betters,
Form minus function,
Differs to matter,
If the intention and purpose emotionally evoked,
Matters start to matter,
All Beliefs and Opinions of the mind,
Susceptible, as subjected to a need of leaders,
For guidance and direction of accepted find,
Irreversible state of emotional prisoners,
All Knowledge and Comprehensions of the mind,
Demand coherence of the functions to a form to matter,
Equals matter,
If the function of the form is not known,
It’s a case of anti-matter,
Ignorance of the eyes,
Illusion on Vision causes,
State of Beliefs and Opinions,
Matter functions change forms,
Logical math addition,
Elements of induction,
Patterns form repetition,
Matters empirically not deduction,
Cycles of motion,
Through Beliefs and Opinions equal emotions,
Knowledge is the magic of the Reason portion,
Vision beyond the eyes with no distortions,
The Form to perceive matters,
Ignorance and Emotion shatters,
Knowledge and Comprehension matters,
Vision of two dimensions intrinsically betters,
Form minus function,
Differs to matter,
If the intention and purpose emotionally evoked,
Matters start to matter,
All Beliefs and Opinions of the mind,
Susceptible, as subjected to a need of leaders,
For guidance and direction of accepted find,
Irreversible state of emotional prisoners,
All Knowledge and Comprehensions of the mind,
Demand coherence of the functions to a form to matter,
I want the yellow ribbons back,
But this time around,
It should be upside down,
Supporting me back home, please, right now!
It's very easy for you,
A sticker to pull off your car,
To trash your shame,
And hide that you were fooled by far,
But I am here,
Under the bullets rain,
Your moral support brought me here,
And you don't have to deal with this pain,
Like you I believed in it too,
A noble cause for me and you,
Please don't hide your shame,
Help me to come home, cause we now know who's to blame...
Julian Bravo, May 2006
But this time around,
It should be upside down,
Supporting me back home, please, right now!
It's very easy for you,
A sticker to pull off your car,
To trash your shame,
And hide that you were fooled by far,
But I am here,
Under the bullets rain,
Your moral support brought me here,
And you don't have to deal with this pain,
Like you I believed in it too,
A noble cause for me and you,
Please don't hide your shame,
Help me to come home, cause we now know who's to blame...
Julian Bravo, May 2006