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stupid then dying

April 20, 2008

indoctrinated –
we gladly march on
stupid then dying

Posted in aristoscale, authoritarianism, brainwashing, censorship, cult of personality, death, dogs of war, DOMINIONISM, fascism, fear, fundamentalism, hero worship, Poetry, politics, pollution, pop culture, privilege, religion, Robots, stupid, tyranny, video games, worship, writing | 3 Comments »

Little Debbie of Death

February 7, 2008

Be my valentine
(with eight twin-wrapped cakes
of corn syrup
processed sugar
processed flour
interesterified palm oil
partially hydrogenated
cottonseed oil
TBHQ
diglycerides
propylene glycol
monostearate
polysorbate 60
red 40
and
twenty three other ingredients –
all for $1.05 )

I will love you forever
(with 3 grams of
artery clogging
surgery producing
medicine funding
saturated fat
per tiny tasteless cake)

You are my sweetheart
(with 26 grams
of system shocking
limb losing
rehab needing
insulin breeding
heart pumping sugar
per two cake “serving”)

Posted in Addiction Trainee I, death, family, food, humor, kitchen karma, Little Debbie, love, machines, Miscellaneous, Poetry, pop culture, stupid, this is the fun we teach, writing | 4 Comments »
Tags: artery, cake, corn syrup, fat, insulin, saturated, sugar, surgery, Valentine's Day

spiritual guests

January 16, 2008

We are spiritual guests on this earth
and should not join in the killing cycle.

Posted in anger, commerce, daily reminder, death, dogs of war, dying, existence, family, fathering, I believe, maximization of luxury, maximization of profit, Miscellaneous, mothering, nature, peaceful, Poetry, spirit, spiritual, terrorism, tyranny, universe, values, violence, writing | 8 Comments »

Pray for Peace

December 28, 2007

The dogs of war continue to rule this world. Your place and mine. Their opportunity is hostility and ignorance. Their game is manipulation. Terror is a tool – the fear of hell, ridicule, beating, bombing, jail, locusts, the list goes on and on. Each place has its own special box of terror.

Posted in 9/11, anger, Armageddon, Armageddonists, authority, brainwashing, censorship, cheney, China, crime, cult of personality, death, dogs of war, EvilDoers, fear, free rape, homeless, maximization of luxury, Miscellaneous, Poetry, politics, poverty, psychology, Religious Right, security, television, terrorism, torture, tyranny, violence, war, writing | 4 Comments »
Tags: assassination, Benazir Bhutto, Pakistan

no hard feelings

December 7, 2007

Saw a man jogging…
he looked like dad.

I tried not to wish
it was him.

I tried.

Posted in anger, beer, children, dad, death, dying, existence, family, father, fatherhood, Miscellaneous, Mom, Poetry, poor, son, writing | 4 Comments »

pick any year

November 26, 2007

1945
1877 –
war is always here

Posted in death, dogs of war, fascism, government, Haiku and Senryu, History, human relations, Iraqathon, Miscellaneous, peace, Poetry, politics, terrorism, this is the fun we teach, torture, violence, war | 5 Comments »
Tags: dresden

Heroes

November 20, 2007

Every no-name human who has to live
in the frightening shit holes of this world.

Every person who struggles by their side.

All those who stand up to tyranny
in the face of beatings and death.

Posted in addiction, crime, death, dogs of war, dying, existence, fascism, fear, homeless, human relations, hunger, life, maximization of luxury, maximization of profit, Miscellaneous, Poetry, population, poverty, torture, whistle blowers | 2 Comments »
Tags: , heroes

until

October 20, 2007

until
there are
no soldiers
we have all
died in
vain

Posted in 9/11, aristocracy, death, dogs of war, education, education in America, EvilDoers, government, History, human relations, indigenous peoples, infinity, life, Limbaugh, maximization of luxury, nine eleven, nuclear, obsessions, parenting, peace, PlayStation, Poetry, politics, pop culture, video games, violence, war | 9 Comments »

The night Joe left

October 2, 2007

Joe asks me
to stay,
to keep
the earthly vigil
into this night.
He speaks no words;
nor do his eyes
look upon me.
No one knows
except he
and I.

This dad cannot
take leave of his family
while lying helpless –
unable to whisper
“don’t worry”
unable to say
goodbye.

exhausted,
the others begin
to go home.

It will be better
this way.
I the sentry
who falls asleep,
He the spirit who sheds
this breaking body.
this sweet life…

Joe continues to stare
at a ceiling he does not see
while his inner core
prepares for
departure.

Across the hall
irritated alarms split
the midnight silence
as some poor soul
gets up to
wander.

tell him
he can go – it is okay
to go.

Sitting in the visitor’s chair
at three
a.m.
I fall
victim
to
the
mathematical
drone
of
the
oxygen
machine…

Soon
after,
he touches me.

I awaken.

He is gone.

Posted in aging, death, dying, family, life, Poetry, spirit | 13 Comments »
Tags: goodbye, hospice

Cavalcade of Anxiety – a participatory poem by chughes, howard, Jak, and qazse

October 1, 2007

colony collapse
restless legs
identity theft
tainted eggs

leaded Barbie
cancer genes
home invasion
tainted greens

diseased hearts
deadly sin
broken parts
tumbling in

tasered youth
speech bereft
monks for truth
what love is left?

popping pills
guns in school
glossy pages
skinny cool

homeless nola
no one cares
bullies at war
shiny wares

early risers
sound alarms,
can’t convince
of coming harms

Posted in 9/11, Addiction Trainee I, aging, alcohol, Armageddon, crime, death, EvilDoers, Katrina, life, nine eleven, nuclear, obsessions, Participatory Poetry, Poetry, pollution, security, terrorism, violence | 8 Comments »