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Peace on Earth

Love,
Qazse

 

Festive note: Please also see A Christmas Message FROM President Bush

 

joy us

December 16, 2006

Joy to this tiny world
and joy to its believers,
however so brief

Peace on this day
to all the anxious creatures
who live in dying places

Greetings to the lonely
adrift in holiday bustle –
strangers might look your way

Comfort to we sheep –
riders of a rail-car existence
displaying love through plastic-giving

Pity to the poor,
brighten our suburban experience –
accept canned goods and toys
(then disappear)

Good luck to the Lord
in the manger ignored
like an old man on Christmas Day

so long suit

December 15, 2006

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Goodbye pompous officious arrogant dismissive in-thinking betrayer – responsible for the biggest debacle in the history of  U.S. military strategy. Good riddance to a corporate ghoul who showed more regard for Halliburton than his troops.

Should have stopped with Afghanistan and done the job right.

 

 

perhaps 7

December 12, 2006

 

at certain levels of being
video game killing
is still murder 

 

soldier

December 2, 2006

 

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no one wants to say
a soldier died in vain

but until there are no soldiers
we have all died in vain

 

 

spirit becoming

November 27, 2006

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the gases
the stone
the life forms
the consciousness

we must build
on what has become,
not destroy it

longevity

November 7, 2006

it does not matter
how long I live
as long as I generate peace

 

let the gods throw chairs
at each other

claiming truth
as property

shattering bones
snapping their names

while Buddha sits peacefully
under the table

those we now call holy

October 2, 2006

those who truly touched the sublime
who walked in the Light
spoke only of

Love
Forgiveness
and Peace.

everything else you are told
everything else you read
are the manipulations

of men

 

 

armageddon oops

September 26, 2006

What if it all explodes,
the universe inside
pushed through
its fragile shell

overwhelming
all that exists
above the big hole.

What if bricks fly
like leaves in a hurricane,

cellos burn like straw,
fingers napalm
lips paper.

Will you hail the second coming?