If you want to love Jesus

December 11, 2008

He looks like this:

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Not this:

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Dear Bishop

November 18, 2008

and what about the violence
once they leave the womb?

Why is the far right the keepers of who is “American” and who is
not? I would leave that to the Native Americans.

To my Roman Catholic brothers and sisters: Go ahead and vote on one
issue. But remember, your votes put George W. Bush in office. Therefore, you share in the responsibility for making this world a geometrically nastier and more impoverished place in which to birth a child. (Thereby, ironically, increasing the probability of an already overwhelmed pregnant mother choosing abortion) You are so preoccupied with the unborn that you have allowed the born to be doomed to the cesspools of the ever expanding slums of this earth.

Always remember, it was the Bush administration who dismissed the warnings about bin Laden from the Clinton people. Bush was such a myopic fool.

I believe the neo-cons half wanted something to happen. They wanted an excuse to invade Iraq; a Gulf of Tonkin, a “remember the Maine”. They got more shit than they ever anticipated on September 11. Just as they got more shit than anticipated when they invaded Iraq. Did they suppose their “enemies” were like those in a Bond movie: diabolical but relatively impotent and easily defeated? I can see Bush, Chaney and Rove consulting the library (a bible and 3,000 DVDs) to review how James Bond escaped the bad guys by sledding down a ski slope in a cello case. They surely drooled on their ties.

Is the bloody saga of the white man’s displacement, erasure, and
marginalization of Native Americans a model for Christian relations with Muslims? Or Muslim’s with Christians? Convert or hurt! Only madmen would think that, you say.

All that is required –
blind obedience

to the keepers
of the “truth”.

Armageddon Oops

September 25, 2008

What if bricks fly
like leaves in a hurricane

cellos burn like straw

fingers like napalm

lips like tissue.

Will you hail
the second coming?

In the middle of town they stood on each corner
yelling words they believed to be God’s.
Their silent wives held signs as if crosses.
The pictures of Jesus dripped Ashouran blood.

Yet another tear parade.
(We have all been wronged.)

Mohammad and Jesus in an elevator stuck.
Would they battle or avoid the others’ eye?
Embrace as a force of love?
Divide the world like bloody soul pie?

I would bet on love.
I would bet on love again.

Dying in some cesspool place
no chance to embrace YOUR divinity.
Condemned by GOD to more suffering,
I want no part of such DEITY.

nine was was

September 11, 2008

It seemed a time of respect.

Skies were skies,

no chalky lines
of jet smoke –

only bird and cloud and flag.

Terrorism
was not yet entertainment.

Booty and bullets
disappeared from the screen.

Reflection and restraint
seemed a collective value.

Never to return,

we lived briefly
in the eye of chaos.

Bush Burger Recipe

June 19, 2008

Take fellow countrymen –
form into soldiers.

Make a weaker nation
flaming briquettes.

Add some prisoners.

Grill and eat’em.

Call yourself a REAL man.

to all the extremists

May 19, 2008

you fuckers
you stupid fuckers
look what you have done

stupid then dying

April 20, 2008

indoctrinated –
we gladly march on
stupid then dying