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Sunday, February 27, 2011

Awen



The snow is melting
rain drizzle
Sunday rest for a while
Think of the day
forget about the demons wrestling to stay upon this planet
to have dominion
Their Dominion is nuclear waste spread upon the land and air, humans bowing to them and calling them sir instead of sociopathic scoundrels.
Their Dominion crumbles into dust and they are ousted from this world.
Returning Earth to its roots that hold the True delight of being.

Friday, February 25, 2011

Trained to Smile


Calling someone Demon Spawn would not be nice...





but it is so tempting.




j3/2/11- do something! please?/ embedded sleeping cells around our country are set to be truly absurd. Their short term goals have no long term sustainability except to make the dust bowl look like finery. I want to call them retards, drones or Satan's minions, corporate whores, vipers, idiots, cold hearted wimps but that wouldn't be productive except to release my anger and make me laugh.

Ice tea


Simple minded - whipped up
reconstructing the old vision of feudalism
Property rights as Sacred right tainted with greed they the ones who prey upon the public domain are parasites and should be treated as such. their wealth they trumpet as a trophy of their superiority when they are beyond all understanding of the tender beauty of clean air and water road rights for all as free peoples fire protection police protection only for some? the chosen ones who 'll kill anyone who disagrees if they get anymore power than they've already stolen. and They have their soldiers: their libertarian minions and kolaid tea baggers
the military is the only need for government in their eyes
they don't perceive anything but separation left brain rational with no depth
Intellectual but unable to conceive of higher level thought



Some call themselves Christian as they pack and tremble.
ready for war. I understand. I want to get in your face and scream.
Me red faced and incoherent in my anger and rage at the damage that you do.
They can not see the sacred
They can not feel the sacred

blatant cruelty can not go unseen any longer


I drum to them this:
the selfish glory you seek
Your riches are your rags
No vision No new world

you set doom upon this Earth-your home .

The invitation to your heart has been sent,
You refuse it.
The world you create is yours for a very long time
the trap you chose to fall into in your hollow fog and cold sweat.

True glory escapes you and you shrivel and whimper.