Saturday, September 10, 2011

Remembering and Forgetting


Needy, greedy, wealthy, seductive…
Terrorism a reaction to or method of oppression.
We’re not really free to step outside the lines or think out of the box.
We’re oppressed and ignorant and can still be further exploited.


Terrorism – a reaction to or method of oppression,
lock-step the military industrial complex,
we’re oppressed and ignorant and can still be further exploited.
The media tell us over and over what we really want.


Lock-step the military industrial complex
Industrial public schools, factory farms feed and produce
model citizens for their corporate national grind.
The media tell us over and over what we really want.
The war on drugs is hype, they like us passive and stupefied.


Industrial public schools, factory farms feed and produce
model citizens for our corporate national grind.
Many of us no longer even say grace as we eat the sacrifice of so many prodded souls.
The war on drugs is hype, they like us passive and stupefied.
Miraculously, some thrive, become worldly and wise, with their hearts and souls in-tact.


Many of us no longer say grace as we eat the sacrifice of so many prodded souls.
While others pray and write, prodding us to WAKE UP
Miraculously, some thrive, become worldly and wise, with their hearts and souls in-tact,
integrating some version of the corporate national grind with soul food so they can still recall history, care deeply, suffer it all, without denial and perpetual oblivion.


While others pray and write, prodding us to WAKE UP,
we still can’t comprehend why terrorists fly into buildings:
unable to integrate some version of the corporate national grind with soul food so we can still recall history, care deeply, suffer it all without denial and perpetual oblivion.
Like naive little children, even the House and Senate bought in.


We still can’t comprehend why terrorists fly into buildings.
We’re terrified but the giant money mongering oppressor simply regrets it as part of the cost of doing business.
Like naive little children even the House and Senate bought in.
Which terrorists flew into buildings? Ours or theirs? We aren’t asking. This sacrifice, this media nightmare is their best opportunity to lick some tricks.


We’re terrified but the giant money mongering oppressor simply regrets it as part of the cost of doing business.
They wear the colors of Conservatives, Republicans and yes, Democrats
Which terrorists flew into buildings? Ours or theirs? We aren’t asking. This sacrifice, this media nightmare is their best opportunity to lick some tricks.
Their moral code says personal wealth by whatever means is the highest value.


They wear the colors of Conservatives, Republicans and yes, Democrats
Propaganda points the finger at the next Bad Guy that has what they want and declares “War On Terror”
Their moral code says personal wealth by whatever means is the highest value
War is usually a boon to somebody. The National Debt nicely funds unchecked corporate and private profits.


Propaganda points the finger at the next Bad Guy that has what they want and declares “War On Terror”
Meanwhile, we’ve got bills to pay and the car needs fixing and we’re too busy working overtime to pay attention.
War is usually a boon to somebody. The National Debt nicely funds unchecked corporate and private profits.
Troop withdrawal date? Sorry, that would interfere with profiteering and their future poaching plans.


Meanwhile, we’ve got bills to pay and the car needs fixing and we’re too busy working overtime to pay attention.
The media hides the news and spins the entertainment for a few weeks and eventually we forget.
Troop withdrawal date? Sorry, that would interfere with profiteering and their future poaching plans.
We’re blind that we oppress others, embedded in the corporate grind, corruption too tangled to fathom.


The media hides the news and spins the entertainment for a few weeks and eventually we forget.
Many years later and deeper in the lies, still not owning our imperialism,
We’re blind that we oppress others, embedded in the corporate grind, corruption too tangled to fathom.
Our great constitutional principles are dismissible when Big Money runs government.


Many years later and deeper in the lies, still not owning our imperialism,
the rich are getting richer and some have lost their minds with power.
Our great constitutional principles are dismissible when Big Money runs government.
Big money has bought politicians in all parties and writes its own laws.


The rich are getting richer and some have lost their minds with power.
Destabilization and the destruction of nations makes big business poaching possible.
Big money has bought politicians in all parties and writes its own laws.
Propaganda about hot moral issues divides us so we won’t work together and interfere with their plans to profit via armed robbery or whatever seems necessary.


Destabilization and the destruction of nations makes big business poaching possible.
Not enough votes or power to restore justice for lying our way to Iraq
Propaganda about hot moral issues divides us so we won’t work together and interfere with their plans to profit via armed robbery or whatever seems necessary.
Over population, peak oil ending, climate change, food and water shortages...


Not enough votes or power to restore justice for lying our way to Iraq
Legislative ball busting and blackmail keeps everybody on message...
Over population, peak oil ending, climate change, food and water shortages...
Embedded, unconscious, how will we not repeat it again and again?


Legislative ball busting and blackmail keeps everybody on message.
We’re not really free to step outside the lines or think out of the box.
Embedded, unconscious, how will we not repeat it again and again?
State Terrorism – a reaction to or method of oppression.....


Monday, June 13, 2011

I Like My Bike

I like my bike
I’m goin on strike
against my car
gonna see how far
my bike can take me

before you waste me
cause you’re on your phone
while you move your ass
with your big four wheels
and your expensive gas

I’ll be ridin my bike
my b b b b bike
in the rain, in the night
legs aching with the might
looking straight at you
and you hate my sight
cause I’m turning left
and you hate to wait
but I’m a bandit on my bike
passing cars and runnin lites
to my next meeting
and my next date
and if I leave a little early
then I won’t be late

I can take my bike
my b b b b bike
I’m goin on strike
against my car
won’t you join me
out on the tar
and take it back
from those big ol’ cars
the road is ours
you might steal my bike
but its not special
its got a basket and a lite
its just a simple bike

I like my bike
my b b b b bike
I like to hike
but its faster on my bike
and kinda fun on my bike
I learned to peddle
through the turns
I wear no helmet
so kill me if you hit me
that way it won’t hurt long

It doesn’t take my cash
I might pay
with road rash
no plans to crash
but accidents happen
I watch my ass
I know the code
I’ll let you pass

I like my bike....
I like my b b b b bike
I know its queer
to roll my pants up
so the chain won’t
fuck the dance up
as I rattle and roll
the breeze in my hair
oh so grey now
I don’t care now
I’m still on strike
and goin’ far
without my car

I like my bike
I like my b b b b bike
the seat still hurts
the hill still kills
I squeeze in spurts
breathing harder still
my chest slam heart fills
pounds my head and ears
only got three gears
I’m still outta breath
hafta walk it to the crest
but its OK

I still like my bike
I like your bike
I like to see you
on your bike
lets stay on strike
lets do our bikes
I like my bike
I like my b b b b bike
I like my bike.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Windstorm


A wild wind blows here
through the empty pockets
of my soul, dogs howling
ghosts walking in the dark

every bang a stranger
at the door of fear
knocking loose every
unthatched idea precariously left

hanging leaving hollows
of whistling, rattling space
tattered dreams all strewn about
come daylight’s vision.



Hints and Glimpses


I don’t know about you
but I have these
strange moments
hints and glimpses
of the something else

the great unknowable
as if Gaia or God
dreams us up
we exist constellated
into substance
for a quick minute
in the stretch
of the infinite timeline
much like our own
ideas or children
consciousness manifest
in substance

Someone dreams
of walking and talking
things happen
dream thinking they are awake

Someone walks and talks
things happen
I say “You are awake,
I’m here, this IS happening.”
He looks deep into me
and asks in earnest
“How can you tell for sure?”

Somewhere a wise old lizard
hundreds of years old
crawls through the dream time
of a long life, perhaps many lifetimes

I too can recall some times
back then back when
things seemed so
real, certain, fixed
many lifetimes ago

The best and worst
of times all just ideas
in my mind pictures
in boxes with some fading
and tint changing
old tapes movies
of us back then
documentation
life really happened
as remembered and forgotten

Other life times of
wars, betrayals and loyal heroics
lovers, children, fortunes lost 
and remade days and nights 
of heaven, hell 
and numbed indifference
a dream to the demented
or the built in forgetter
inherent in human nature
allowing repetition repetition
disappeared in the day’s doings
re-minded, re-membered
re-lived in reveries
flashbacks, dreams

“All the live long day”
shifts in consciousness
hints of glimpses
walking and talking
the cosmic dream of real life
lives us.

Equinox


At times between midpoints
not sure if I'm coming or going
staying or leaving, feeling or knowing

welcoming or dreading
all hangs in the balance
time flowing into the next fullness

dying or birthing, dying or birthing
be still, be still while the world turns
on its axis in its little orbit

its homey little pocket of the universe
I imagine its vastness is endless
unable to comprehend any edges

time and space dissipating perhaps
to the nothing of starless darkness
where no light shines yet

billions of years later -
Returning now back toward life
local time lapses this musing

like a swirling eddy spiraling off the edges
of the strong current a digression away
from the inevitable entropy
the natural progression of every summer
summoning the next big push of life energy
spent and the next time out of every winter

each fall asking - So how’d it go
How did you live, what did you sow?
Do you weep or will you reap

enough to get you through?
And if you make it through another winter
another ending, another change

would you do it all the same?
All this reflective mental game
one more hand to play

a house of cards 
in the absence of blowing winds
before dreamy sleep

or balmy walks in fields of wheat
or snow so deep
my heart to keep

her universal primal beat
keeping time in a treasure chest
marked time moves on – it doesn’t rest.

Burb Kiss


There in suburbia
space is bigger
so walking between
cars in the expensive
healthy food store
parking lot seems oddly
forced by the tight rows
of spatial efficiency

a man of practiced
unnoticability sits
idling in his nearly
invisible suburban
car looking more
and more nervous
as I pass between
the rows of cars

toward him
a couple of rows
of anticipation
bringing us closer
there will be mere inches
when I pass his car door
with my shopping bags
heading to my trusty
metal steed.

What if I turn on
my heals fling open
his car door
and kiss him
really, really kiss him
and look very deeply
into him holding
his gaze so he sees
that he has been seen

his channel locks
starting to spring open
then suddenly
I am in my own
innocuous gold sedan
catching the green light
out of there
just barely escaping
all that is suburban

Axis of Evil



 Tired and complacent working
too hard to lift my head up
speak up, push up against it.

Its just how the two percent
of the world’s wealthiest
people want it

running governments
and business and guns
dictating the use of resources

creating little wars
to settle scores 
mafia-like familia tantrums

seems inescapably, densely complex
powerful, uninhibitable
invisible yet omnipresent

running the whole show backstage
while we act out the rage
of our lives, working, worrying,  

showing up for our day
jobs, for life
or for war and death

taking our orders
from boardroom generals
oblivious and out-resourced

unable to keep up even
as we see we are
losing the freedom, the liberty

to edit the script
rewrite the lines, alter destiny.
But why worry?

Yin to Yang. Yang to Yin.
May take 300 years - maybe less.
In nature it is never

high noon or midnight
longer than that moment -
a reassuring and terrible thought.