Politics and holy stains
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i had to/needed to let you go
had to feel anger
to undo our connection
sad and good
no more of mine temperament or yours
departing
you will be with me forever
if not
for a very long time
and nod
and smile
at the days of our lives
together.
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and he remembered why
tried to tell us
not to cry
for…
the tears we shed
have rooted peace.
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<..} no why not a piece of paper a dab in printer ink? either i'm taking a break from a first and/or third reader or my printer's broke and there's indecision about replacing th thing nor either or both for no one then do i write save those who can read without seeing if yer not laughing i hope you git well soon for some i'll light a candle glance at an old or new photograph or down the hill at my home and town it's a full moon night i howl you howl we all howl after reading Howl the litany is long of our martyred... we the walking wounded keep the faith .
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the goodest part
was his teaching me
by example
how to be a good neighbour
he never presumed
how i should live my life
a moment ago i was crying
for the loss of friends
who just drifted away
for reasons of their own
i displeased them
and then i smiled
considering
my loyal friends
heaven knows how many times
i’ve caused the few who remain
various shades of discomfort
or mental pain
and in my life stay
connected
thanks and praises
ol’ Joe
my neighbour
sometimes smiling
always
makes me smile.
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takes me down to Shanty Town
doing absolutely nothing
like paying attention
steps 1, 2, 3
waltz me around again Charlie
remembering done before
take me around the world
in and out the windows
home again in Indiana
they don’t want me anymore
Lord knows I can go back there
done wiped that slates right off’a da floor
the Lady she says,
“We should pay the same as all the tax-payers.”
the Old Woman says,
“We know there are holes in our welfare system,
please don’t take everything intitled,
if we all need less we all get better.”
hear that Mr. Wall Street?
the Shes are saying “We All”
Mr. President
has spent three years, nine months
compromising with Republicans
he has earned the right to now say,
“Either Congress will do it,
or I will do it.”
To Sir, with Love
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we’ve but to remember
the good
in those bad old days
time is the imprinter
also the eraser
of course our dead are always with us
until we are dead and with them
who can deny the rich man riches
it is his turn to learn the life
of opulence
and his turn
to be tested
yeah funny it’s all a test
awareness coming only
when we fail
failure comes only
when we gain consciousness
thus opening
the door to success
how many years has the human species
successfully survived
whatever the count
evolution of a species does not end
when identified and named
o my country men and women
lend not an ear to thumpers
of someone else’s ideology
the age of reason is ours
let us celebrate the living and the dead
we are
all
one.
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they do so lust for
everything get worse
the
1%
whose grabbed in the beginning
are grasping in the end
today’s tiny upswing
before a balance settles in
any mathematician coulda/woulda known
it takes 2%
were they going for 99.9% pure?
it is not soap!
it is people
gonna wash that greed
right outta their hands
no?
who who knows?
(Mother Jones knows a lot)
ah yes,
greed grows in many pocket books
big and small
not to fear dear munchkin
your roof is not falling
but sadly i hear a new report
the Monster Greed has a new plan
second chapter, worse than first,
been used before, but listen
IT has already started…
i remember when, in the ’40’s
and early ’50’s when
the middle class had an unspoken fear
of falling into lower class
remember all the classes back then?
upper upper
upper middle
middle upper
middle
lower middle
lower
lowest living on the street
today:
upper
middle
lower
and, oh the woes in the middle
personal ones all true
and once again
the Monster plan:
Turn the Middle against the Lower
it all depends:
how many Christians have learned Jesus-compassion?
who many Jews remember why they joined the Civil Rights Movement?
how many will remember why they came to the US of A?
and how many Americans will remember their ancestral roots?
in the hollows and the hills
we are singing out,
“we ain’t gonna take it anymore,
we have united our selves.”
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“What love looks like coming out the back side of despair.”*
and the never ending
push the people off their land
in the beginning it was for survival
in the middle it was immigration
seeking freedom
in the end it was riches and power
pushing the people off their land
and the never ending
churning/turning/protestation
rhetorical spitting lies
how much fear does it take
for a power monger to make
his own crowned head
stay crowned?
and the never ending
creation of peoples in despair
lead to desperate acts
how many acts does it take
for a self-made-almighty
to know his bridge
too
is falling down.
* from Uncle River’s novel “Camp Desolation”
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a whole generation
nearly frenzied
knowing gigantic
task at hand
the streets & public places people
strolling nonchalant
hiding bored
frenzied
to wake the refusers
while Humbles
sweat to crack a laugh
sing to sigh a heart
et al et al et al
we survived it all
well, some did…
holy golden cow!
how we suffered the insanity
in our blurtings
someone got stabbed with words
someone stabbed back
neither one quite remembering
what it’s all about Alphie
hit the road Jack
that’s one way to travel
to next
now…
slow down we go to fast
many generations,
for eons…
vurk is everlasting
it takes a lot of snoodling
a lot of forgetting
to cross the bridge
in tact.
“Don’t Mess With My Atonement”
she was downsizing via guilt
he was upsizing via his vork
no blame or same
their communication barrier
non comprendo
when the soul needs a lesson give it up
to seeing both sides
of their disagreement
in planning to share a space
his goal disrupted hers
her goal disrupted his
no blame
“and so, the two, have parted
gonna have another walk downtown”
what if
she could learn
physical manifestations not of her making.
was not part of her atonement completion
not enough to live an example
of conscious human to decide on
downsizing?
and what if
he could learn
when mind/body/spirit set a direction
honor this
i honor my keyboard
turn it upside and gently pat
lots of unwanted-s fall out
openly i spread my hands over the keyboard
and honour all creators that brought us
from stone writing to keyboard
and beyond yes, i, stop here
where i am
to breathe in, breathe out
take it home girl
while still wide awake
tobacco tomorrow
which will be today
yes i do owe more to taxpayers
ergo i support tobacco tax
back home again
in Clark’s Marysville
laughing all the way
of what fun it is to ride
any open road…