“Have a nice day” is easier to say
than “have a wonderful day”
“Nice” is nice and bland and
easily put on auto pilot
(ask any sales clerk”) while
“wonderful”
in three glorious syllables
surely might brighten
(even if only slight
and momentary)
both the speaker’
and the hearer’s
spirit.
“If he were tortured for a thousand years
it would not be long enough,” says
one of his “victims”.
oh Money God how you have grown
in power since that first coin mint
how vastly grown seductively
US into temptation
sowing what we reap we weep
“gimmie back my sugar daddy!”
(fade to black)
after crying a river
she laughed herself to deaf
It is easy to surrender
when hope dies
it is hard to live in terror
when your dictator
shoots a bullet
thru a youthful and beautiful female
at least she is not in prison being tortured
when religious leaders need a dictator
to stay in power
and silence descent
hope is not dead
it lives in the human spirit of the terrorized
and when the whole world is watching
there’s a time to die, a time to retreat
a time to heal, a time to love
seasons
turn, turn, turn, turn
.
stop quiet long enough to wonder
as petal unfolds to petal next
i think it would make me sad now
that first blush of rush love
with its ensuing bed of nails
pointed one for her rusty one for him
or visa versa it was a whole lotta
rusty pointed nails
how does it die with me i won’t tell
yes i will
cause once they are dead and gone
and all that crossed the abyss was their love
left for siblings to sort it out
and seek an alternative way
and find the flower
they were seeded to become
“hello Joe
been gone so long”
“not any longer
thank you.”
tell me the truth
you are impotent, care for a cigarette
remember how it was and how we joked
reaching for a cigarette immediately
after copulation?
why was that
was it too good or something missing
or as soon as it’s over wanting more?
the tide of total tension
the wave of total release
wave upon wave upon wave
pulls of oceans pounding on the shore
tell you want it you can’t have it
tell you can have it you don’t want it
nothing so wrong as a primitive force
tangled in webs of “thou shalt nots”
some one placed a gun in his hand
he thought it was a penis and squeezes
she screams
the sun also rises
wars and rumors of wars
that’s what keeps the money bags full
stocks going up?
fill another bag, always leaving
a morsel for the little guys
oh the fighting over forbidden fruit
that which is forbidden
becoming the most desirable
we can make love out of nothing at all
i think i’m in love now
yesterday the fantasy of wine and roses
tomorrow the hinges off the door
secrets spread-bare on every grain of sand
those who would kill
and those who would rather die, some
if they had to do without their twitter et al
it’s just another story
of love and all its gory glory
sour in the pits
mother without milk
where have all the flowers gone
and why so fast
oh never to see
fruit dying on trees
by the dawn’s early light
i’ll be home tonight
will you be there
toolie?
~
when a man takes a gun
acts both jury - judge
because a doctor preformed abortions
shoots him dead he also acts
the executioner
believing His God wants Him to do this
strange fruit
when a man tortures another man
strange fruit
when when when when when
the killer and the torturer were not born that way
ask the mothers who birthed them
they had beautiful eyes
beautiful smiles
and they giggled
in such a way
all that heard them giggled too
or at least smiled
most adults feel foolish to giggle
giggle got lost somewhere around the teens
where where where
is all that innocence-stolen?
why why why
buried so deep as to never be found?
knowing the where what and why
will strain the strange fruit
here comes jellyo!
crisscrossing what divides us
sexuality and immortality
bastards that evoke violence
who have missed
hanged on life by a toe
the wilder the child the freer the heart
oh, come dance with me
the fox has eaten the cash cow
Tiller and Tillman our latest heroes
you know what i mean?
faced with death we say
all ready?
faced with life we say
not now!
where oh where is Sheba?
down in the Paw Paw picking up Pa Pa?
out on a surry in a hurry?
up on an adler picking star matter?
over on the hill side playing with his billy bride?
never mind lets go home
ok.
she stole his car then
entered his dreams saying
“catch me if you can”
so and well he had this sister
running her tail off with;
two babies,
pursuing a nursing career,
and a hard working husband
in other words enough
good karma to catch that Cat
and she did.
“so you wanna be a martyr,”
seys Olive Branch to Gun
“yer talkin’ too much
fer the walk yer walkin’”
“but me,” seys Gun,
” they toad me,” he continues,
“i’d git to sit next to Jesus,”
“but they told your brother, Uzi,”
implored Olive Branch,
“he will git 70 virgins, and
we all know virginity is over rated,
underscored, and
experience is the best teacher
and Jesus is only a heart beat away.”
no wonder a Cat acts like that!
how’s about that WFV!
(world’s funniest videos)
today’s pet Cat does dis and dat
perfectly
until show time and money prize time
dis cat will have none of that
exits the stage in the middle of the act
and everyone claps respectfully…
true grit Cats
will never train for trickery
love can not be created
it can only be found.
undress!
here’s where to start:
masks.
Gun becomes Plow
to plant more Olives.
prosecutor and defender
lawyers educated to argue either side
requires a judge with enough
common touch to have empathy
enough to discern both sides now
the heat of the action is over
justice is promised
also promised to error on the side of the defender
rather than imprison/sentence an innocent
and no, there is no mention of percentage
one innocent is too much
how can ‘they’ equivocate
in war calling it ‘collateral damage’
whadda ya call it in front of da judge?
al b it we grew up with ’shyster lawyer’
even as we run to them to ’sue their ass’
anyone know any cart without some/one bad apple?
but we’re not apples rotting
we are super apple even in the midst of
a bushel of otherwise porque
we are about love
and a bushel and a peck
¿verdad, bubs?
~
in the mean time
i thought to idle with
Robert Redford and his Wonder Bat
it worked good until i remembered
the movie was but one more story
of greedy guys being ugly
remembering the happy end
i rewoundly ended idle
check no one’s calling for attention
wondering if my boy’s daddy is home yet
gone a’saling a gain
she threw out fish and got back hooks
what’s a bird to do
whack on water whack on water
ain’t no fire ain’t no freeze
here comes the breeze
wah woopie!
when i am silent enou
i will know it
when son’s daddy
comes sailing home
again.
Sail on moon
full and silver
There is no witch in the wardrobe.
It’s my darlin’ Clementine!
Feathers light
It’s a long long way from Chattanooga
to the cabin by
the sea.
WTF!!!
Nancy Pelosi “misspoke” about torture
and we must “investigate”
Pelosi
but not investigate
TORTURE???
the day after Nancy P. became
speaker of the House
she walked into a private meeting with Bush
and walked out supporting Bush’s War
(exactly why Cindy Sheehan ran against Pelosi)
shame on Nancy
shame on Newt
Lets throw all ‘em out
who support the Iraq War
and justify torture!
“Zinkhan’s body was found
in a small dugout area in the ground,
covered with leaves and debris, and
it was apparent that he took significant steps
to try to conceal
his body from being located,”
a statement from Athens police said.
What’s wrong with this statement?
Did he cover his body then shoot himself?
What reason could he have
to not want his body found?
Got answers?
or more questions?
a false hearted lover will say what you want
not what is
will take what can be gotten away with
especially money or other monetary gain
sometimes just to notch a belt
that’s the way it is
when love becomes ownership
and sex is up yer ship
blinded by the beauty of love
lady justice is blindfolded
when mother loses her head
how did we end up in San Diego from El Paso
oh yeah the yellow brick gold road
where in the hell are my plastic roses
oh yeah, in the kitchen on the head rest of a couch waiting for somebody
who needs no validation via invalidating me
some games are hard to recognize eh daughter?
some hard on the pocketbook son?
daughter and son, visa versa
(from reverse, not verse)
66
how does it feel? are you still here?
it’s all right now
77
spinning out of control
34
nah, it’s only a geyser going for a ride
23
she likes math
ain’t he lucky!
.
i hear both sides of callers on C-SPAN today
“because Bush allowed torture we are safe”
“if we do not prosecute our own war crimes
we are not a country of laws”
“the liberals believe it is ok to kill a baby
who survives an abortion but not
put a harmless caterpillar
into a terrorist’ cage to frighten him
into giving US information that will save lives”
(the above touches the edge
but not of truth)
so they divide US again
between those who would compromise their morals
out of fear
and those who do not.
fortunately
for the America who is more interested
in inward beauty than outward beauty
the non compromising morality
finally
are in the majority.
May the beauty of America
grow
and just do the right thing
and admit when we do the wrong thing
birth justice with our truths and
give peace a chance.
Is that too fearful to imagine?
~
vengeance is mine
sayeth the injured one
peace
stands naked
behind that iron curtain
kill him he becomes a killer
shame him he becomes a potential
sentient humankind
there is a road to peace
and it is in us all
does it matter
if you get to Scotland before me?
how many hearts can one man hold?
all hearts beating all the time even when sleeping
to harmonize is to listen
there can be no shame if there is no truth to the accusation
if
“Truth and Justice is the American way”
when this way becomes more than words
there will be the road to peace.
will you come and play today?
i know the world is too much with us
US turned May Day! May Day!
signaling some new disaster
Russia made your day a day
of parading war weaponry
but no
we The People remember
celebrating great joy
of which returned after
experiencing great sorrow
at leastest
on this, your day
may we dance
ring around the roses
in and out the windows
take her around the world
to safely home again
tuck in ol’ Irene…goodnight
let our children go
free
to dance around the May poles
as we
of elder-child-hearts beat
keep the beat
and go on.
first they find that which you love most
then anything you might fear
then they send you a ticket from hell
of a mind with two serpents
first feel love then feel fear
trick is can they make you hate them
that is their glory their story their control
here we go into a tail loop
here we go lickety lick here we go lickety lie
all on a Saturday night
or Sunday eve
all over the world The Peoples choose
their own Sunday eve and dance out
fear fear
what will we do when all the world dances on Monday eve?
Thor is in the parlor sitting out this show
course we’ll dance
sway hoop heel tap toe tap
com’ on com’ on we all know
now is always a good time to push pause
scroll left, then right, then left
let’s do the bran new Tennessee Waltz.
we all either like where we are or we don’t
if we don’t, a lot or even somewhat
during pause
consider it takes two to have a reaction
while true
both stories can not be true
behind them both is a personal story
may we hear it please but different for example
can Israel or Palestine tell the other’s story
of their long years thru war
oh you say, they both have ‘em?
Why is it so fearful to admit to a mistake
especially the non-consequential
false pride, that’s what.
Shame is an effective punishment
the fall is only as deep as the pride is high
pride was not a sin until it was called that
now we have a false pride and a real pride
there is a cause to fear pride as
we have seen/felt and otherwise witnessed where THAT leads
oh i wish i may i wish we might
return to the simple thank you
when gifted with a compliment
even when we know within our soul
one truth ringeth one truth not…
thank you.
torture, in mankind’s history
has never been used to gain information
like false confessions
it has always been used and is today
to gain control of a man’s will
having acquired control of his body
the perfect killing machine and/or scapegoat
“Mind control to Major Tom”
“Commander to Master”
or visa versa
meanwhile back on the farm
the pigs have traded places with the elves
slow down not going fast enough
remember the original sin was torture/killing
sometimes only getting the body
cause Willie wasn’t welling up
have you read “Plain & Honest Men” by Richard Beehan
he gave a little founding history on the tv recently
that the right and left lived together all summer
in secret
hammering out their differences
then came out with the U. S. Constitution
o how public the hammering has become
spinning twisting turning into
a side we never knew existed
o lets get some peace back soon
neither side will let the other side win
both sides saying
“every thing’s at stake”
and no one seeing the growing anger
created
Boo again!
We are only airing our dirty laundry in public
as we have been since the birth of the internet
if one picture is worth one thousand words
how many words will two thousand pictures be worth?
i’m not talkin’ to the Torture Perpetrators
i’m talking to those who believed
like Vietnam Vets et al
who have had to face betrayal of their government know this
it was a secret government and the betrayal was to US all
in thousands of different ways
as we learn by bits and pieces
what fits there and who fits here
creating a new mosaic.