Poetry
Dribbling, Droning, Cloning, Consumers!
Get a grip.
Put Down your Nintendo joysticks and step out of your vehicles.
I and I have arrived at a cusp.
The human species
dependence addiction
to consumables
is altering the global biosphere upon which 2 million species depend.
Thousands already,
Committed to extinction,
The light of their stars,
Extinguish,
with blatant disregard.
I throw a flag on that foul.
This ain’t no game,
It might go by many names,
But it’s all suicide.
Foolish indeed
Our lust and our greed,
For disposability.
That desire is sold to us everyday in everyway,
Convenience is our culture.
Temptation of cheap transportation
Has HUMAN bounding across a sky that might look clear,
But I swear,
From here,
From here airplanes drop sound bombs on my ears every 15 minutes,
the numbing roar punctuates the low drone that is another rush hour.
My Peoples
Pounding out a combustible rhythm,
That is a constant reminder,
I live under the devil of petrotyranny.
A specter whose smile is slicker than crude oil dumped on my shores
Get a grip.
Put Down your Nintendo joysticks and step out of your vehicles.
I and I have arrived at a cusp.
The human species
dependence addiction
to consumables
is altering the global biosphere upon which 2 million species depend.
Thousands already,
Committed to extinction,
The light of their stars,
Extinguish,
with blatant disregard.
I throw a flag on that foul.
This ain’t no game,
It might go by many names,
But it’s all suicide.
Foolish indeed
Our lust and our greed,
For disposability.
That desire is sold to us everyday in everyway,
Convenience is our culture.
Temptation of cheap transportation
Has HUMAN bounding across a sky that might look clear,
But I swear,
From here,
From here airplanes drop sound bombs on my ears every 15 minutes,
the numbing roar punctuates the low drone that is another rush hour.
My Peoples
Pounding out a combustible rhythm,
That is a constant reminder,
I live under the devil of petrotyranny.
A specter whose smile is slicker than crude oil dumped on my shores
Genetic Evolution
Will outlast this nation
This U.S. nation,
hijacked by corporations,
funding Solutions in solutions of chemicals,
mixtures of bombs and beauty creams,
preformed lifeforms of plastic pieces replace scenic mountains and plains,
where
All is Free…
for those who can pay,
and where,
There ain’t enough clean water to go around.
But… but, wait,
this Is a great nation.
And many a great notion was born here.
So listen here.
Adaptive radiation
Will bring back
The trees, the bees, the bugs, the fish, and the cubs,
but it might just take
a revolution,
And 500 million years…
I just ain’t got that long to wait.
No, I ain’t got that long to wait.
I say,
Cultural Revolution
In this Generation,
Yes, Cultural Revolution.
Representing a quantum leap
in evolution,
Will save this nation.
‘Cause Material Wealth
is not the same as
Strength and Health.
No, Material Wealth
is not the same as
Strength and Health.
Will outlast this nation
This U.S. nation,
hijacked by corporations,
funding Solutions in solutions of chemicals,
mixtures of bombs and beauty creams,
preformed lifeforms of plastic pieces replace scenic mountains and plains,
where
All is Free…
for those who can pay,
and where,
There ain’t enough clean water to go around.
But… but, wait,
this Is a great nation.
And many a great notion was born here.
So listen here.
Adaptive radiation
Will bring back
The trees, the bees, the bugs, the fish, and the cubs,
but it might just take
a revolution,
And 500 million years…
I just ain’t got that long to wait.
No, I ain’t got that long to wait.
I say,
Cultural Revolution
In this Generation,
Yes, Cultural Revolution.
Representing a quantum leap
in evolution,
Will save this nation.
‘Cause Material Wealth
is not the same as
Strength and Health.
No, Material Wealth
is not the same as
Strength and Health.
You try to tell us that we are free
Free to be slaves of your regime
You try to tell us that we are free
Free to be slaves of your regime
It’s mighty funny how the eagle flies
It’s time to check the pockets were the eagle hides
It’s mighty funny how the eagle flies
It’s time to check the pockets were the eagle hides
All the lies you keep trying to sell
Eat your words and go to hell
Even though we’re not free we won’t be used for your dirty schemes
Even though we’re not free you can’t take away our dignity ,yeah
What they want is a peaceful change
So the pockets of the pharaohs remains the same
They’ll declare war as a slick diversion
eliminate the problem continue the perversion
Even though we’re not free we won’t be used for your dirty schemes
Even though we’re not free you can’t take away our dignity ,yeah
May 19, 2003
www.theproudliberal.com/slaves.html
Free to be slaves of your regime
You try to tell us that we are free
Free to be slaves of your regime
It’s mighty funny how the eagle flies
It’s time to check the pockets were the eagle hides
It’s mighty funny how the eagle flies
It’s time to check the pockets were the eagle hides
All the lies you keep trying to sell
Eat your words and go to hell
Even though we’re not free we won’t be used for your dirty schemes
Even though we’re not free you can’t take away our dignity ,yeah
What they want is a peaceful change
So the pockets of the pharaohs remains the same
They’ll declare war as a slick diversion
eliminate the problem continue the perversion
Even though we’re not free we won’t be used for your dirty schemes
Even though we’re not free you can’t take away our dignity ,yeah
May 19, 2003
www.theproudliberal.com/slaves.html
I. Learn to swim, or trust their life preserver around your neck…up to you
It’s either sing along or
make new music,
get on your knees or
get aroused
I prefer standing to bowing
I like to see my reflection in lying eyes,
writing poems to reading prayers
I’ve got my own words for God,
he must get tired of hearing the same old
please pleas day after day
after all,
God’s an artist with a big dick
craving satisfaction
and evolution
like the rest of us,
divine spirit,
sexy morning sun,
I saw her reach out to me
her still burning ashes blowing into the breeze;
I sweat like I do in my sleep God,
I miss how you used to tuck me in at night
I always felt so lucky and loved
like a chosen soul, even though I knew
you fondled me and raided my wallet
while I slept,
at least it was something…
now here I stand whistling under cloudless skies,
the time to be an angel has passed,
thousands of thirsty flies spin ‘round
as I sever my wounded wings for cash.
II. It’s The Rich vs. poor, Nothing More
Yet another ten-hour day
make new music,
get on your knees or
get aroused
I prefer standing to bowing
I like to see my reflection in lying eyes,
writing poems to reading prayers
I’ve got my own words for God,
he must get tired of hearing the same old
please pleas day after day
after all,
God’s an artist with a big dick
craving satisfaction
and evolution
like the rest of us,
divine spirit,
sexy morning sun,
I saw her reach out to me
her still burning ashes blowing into the breeze;
I sweat like I do in my sleep God,
I miss how you used to tuck me in at night
I always felt so lucky and loved
like a chosen soul, even though I knew
you fondled me and raided my wallet
while I slept,
at least it was something…
now here I stand whistling under cloudless skies,
the time to be an angel has passed,
thousands of thirsty flies spin ‘round
as I sever my wounded wings for cash.
II. It’s The Rich vs. poor, Nothing More
Yet another ten-hour day
It’s a complicated organism,
Multi-celled, hairy
I find it quite sexy
With tits like missiles
An ass like man’s defeat,
I’ve heard it nurses it’s young
To full maturation
Without once feeding,
Sleeps on cliff tops
To dream of flying,
Darts through traffic
To sniff fresh bodies
Of squished squirrels,
It’s said to be extremely toxic
Eating wormholes in plush carpets,
It no longer fights by biting
It’s learned to eject poison for miles
Leaving a pregnant future
Prowling silent nights
For wheezing carcass’
Lungs bloated like cooked eggs,
Tongues numb and of no use.
Multi-celled, hairy
I find it quite sexy
With tits like missiles
An ass like man’s defeat,
I’ve heard it nurses it’s young
To full maturation
Without once feeding,
Sleeps on cliff tops
To dream of flying,
Darts through traffic
To sniff fresh bodies
Of squished squirrels,
It’s said to be extremely toxic
Eating wormholes in plush carpets,
It no longer fights by biting
It’s learned to eject poison for miles
Leaving a pregnant future
Prowling silent nights
For wheezing carcass’
Lungs bloated like cooked eggs,
Tongues numb and of no use.
When I met him I didn’t know
but he told me with clenched fists
how men’s heads explode like chicken bones
crushed by rocks
and how rubber bullets hurt worse than real ones,
how homeless was nothing
compared to nationless or
defenseless or
how tanks crushed his sister’s shoes
along with a star of David he had copied from soldier’s sleeves
while he, his father and brothers rebuilt the home
they lost during the previous occupation.
He told me without tears
of years and years of genocide
swallowing their blessed cities
inch by inch,
of soldiers with bloody gun butts
kicking aside dead boys
still clutching rocks,
of swarms of children with murdered parents
and stolen land
forming tiny armies in the sand,
of teenage girls with bombs
in their pants
of wars I’d never heard of
through my electric earplugs,
I was terrified
at these truths,
so raw and beautiful
I knew what I had to do
as an American,
it was my duty
to feed my smiling mouth and get some sleep.
but he told me with clenched fists
how men’s heads explode like chicken bones
crushed by rocks
and how rubber bullets hurt worse than real ones,
how homeless was nothing
compared to nationless or
defenseless or
how tanks crushed his sister’s shoes
along with a star of David he had copied from soldier’s sleeves
while he, his father and brothers rebuilt the home
they lost during the previous occupation.
He told me without tears
of years and years of genocide
swallowing their blessed cities
inch by inch,
of soldiers with bloody gun butts
kicking aside dead boys
still clutching rocks,
of swarms of children with murdered parents
and stolen land
forming tiny armies in the sand,
of teenage girls with bombs
in their pants
of wars I’d never heard of
through my electric earplugs,
I was terrified
at these truths,
so raw and beautiful
I knew what I had to do
as an American,
it was my duty
to feed my smiling mouth and get some sleep.
Countless crippled inches of soul crave release
from civilization’s circular marching herd,
metal shoed hooves pounding dirt and grass
like ten-thousand Sioux drumming war
punishing the silent ears of their enemies
choking on screams for mercy as their heads implode;
Under Bill Gates’ trance swarms of ants sit staring
through monitored Windows stained
waiting for God to appear on their computer screens
via www.heaven.com …
…Something’s gone so very wrong;
The truth is blurred and hidden
lost in sounds and television
masked by textbooks facts and proofs,
Look into the reflection pool at foolish eyes
blind to the depths
beneath the rippling wet portrait
from civilization’s circular marching herd,
metal shoed hooves pounding dirt and grass
like ten-thousand Sioux drumming war
punishing the silent ears of their enemies
choking on screams for mercy as their heads implode;
Under Bill Gates’ trance swarms of ants sit staring
through monitored Windows stained
waiting for God to appear on their computer screens
via www.heaven.com …
…Something’s gone so very wrong;
The truth is blurred and hidden
lost in sounds and television
masked by textbooks facts and proofs,
Look into the reflection pool at foolish eyes
blind to the depths
beneath the rippling wet portrait
I find minority is a state of mind
when the TV feeds your child always on hate and lies
with a veiw that might only actually epitimize
your own life and times and what for
to buy just one more line 'round before you die
Like a drone with a bad stagger you swagger
right to your knees into a stagnant pool
you soil the tip of your own dirty white silk tie
you long to lie so you can with a frown
wrythe and drown and purge your mind
and burst your lungs you reemerge
with a life full of rehydrated thoughts and style
You regurgitate this sticky love hate
as you force your mind from state to state
then you wait for the tide to rise so
you can help yourself float off on your very own
live reality slot of weekly televised time
and only just then can you grow
your own wings that carry you to fly
cross an entire ocean oasis
to a sandy palm covered isle
to live above these swine
in this overcrowded underpaid
shallow shadowed fucking sty
you live to linger a while
to stay way up on high a mile
you might even sup on coconuts and crocodile
Eye sockets roll down the red carpets,
Mute zombie pedestrians push traffic stand buttons,
Flags lay flat on the backs of young oafs' t-shirts,
DJs pump up the crowd with yankee doodle dandy whistles,
Fat mayors and Century 21 realtors give speeches,
It's a Victory Parade for America,
Only the lemonade tastes bad,
and, no one is...
Mute zombie pedestrians push traffic stand buttons,
Flags lay flat on the backs of young oafs' t-shirts,
DJs pump up the crowd with yankee doodle dandy whistles,
Fat mayors and Century 21 realtors give speeches,
It's a Victory Parade for America,
Only the lemonade tastes bad,
and, no one is...
In the end there will be no humanity.
There will be nothing left.
This is our fate
as we have chosen it.
This is the end
we strive to achieve.
Look at what we have gained and all that we've lost,
and tell me that we've evolved.
Look at the evil in half of the world,
and tell me America isn't involved.
There will be nothing left.
This is our fate
as we have chosen it.
This is the end
we strive to achieve.
Look at what we have gained and all that we've lost,
and tell me that we've evolved.
Look at the evil in half of the world,
and tell me America isn't involved.