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Voyeur in the new Dark Ages

There's a recluse
inside dying to get out
and smash and grab all the loot
handed down from generation to
generation. Ill-gotten gains, plundered
resources of earth, mined and refined on
nearly-broken slave-like backs of hatted people
just trying to stay alive.
There are no fair wages if paychecks stretch
from here to food banks and the threat of joblessness
or illness looms but one or two paychecks away.

(Social, the secret word of the day, berated and
made vile in the free market that replaced Democracy
with Capitalism. Didn't we all buy into that or weren't
we paying attention when it wasn't us being marginalized
and "our union" was strong enough to still turn the tide.)

I burn incense that smells of frankincense and
myrrh, I worship the ground that Jesus walked
on, and ain't it grand that Conservative Republicans do too?

No condoms, no abortions, it's God's will to procreate,
but fuck the bums when they're born.....the yellow, red,
brown, black, white salt of the earth, let them burn down the ghetto
while we fortify our gated community with armed guards,
we know the revolution is coming, but a Corporation-President away.

Dear deep-pocket Richie Rich candidate, please remember
you forgot how to show those
who weren't born with silver spoons how to pull up
their own bootstraps on $9.00 hr with all those hungry mouths
to feed.

Hey, man, isn't there an App for that?

I feel much better now.

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Van gogh drank Labynthe
and cut his ear off for his whore
How much have we cut off
the tired and meaningless
churn out our soma for our mouths
to feed let us rot our intelligence
with the drugs we need
dulling all that frustration
escaping the escape while
the clever ones plan
their escape

and dont let us gather
dont let us speak
for the goddamn wall
that separates us will get weak

let your dazzleships entertain us
let our ravagements amaze you
you can through our own sins
to the grist mill to enslave us
but you cant control
how we behave
how we crave
how we hunger and block
keeping our eyes on the clock

no easy answers
people laugh when they hear
disposable income
but who laughs when they
get cut from their hydro
from their kids when they
cant afford to provide
for them
when their jobs they love
fold down
and move to another cheaper
ground

like the slaves they rode on
turn around and put the load
on come around wanting
the low down
on how to vote
back for what was taken
from your track

sad sad world
sometimes

I love your poems
most people just want
to watch television
and eat another bag
of popcorn

you and I would have
gone to hear Jesus talk

Thank you, of all the comments I could have been given, yours means the most.

"you and I would have gone to hear Jesus talk" I think we're still listening, dear Esker.

~A

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I agree that things are out of kilter but believe the fault can be spread over both parties. When each party has been hijacked by extremists there is nobody left who realizes that the middle road is neccesary in order for this society to work. Each party is too busy demonizing the other to have time to work toward real solutions.Instead all they see is the next election and how to further the wants of their party while forgetting they were elected to represent US not a particular party..............stan

Yes. The middle road is a return to Democracy, sans ___________________ (fill in your own blank).

Both sides have forgotten what the IDEAL that is America to strive for.....a GOVERNMENT of the people for the people and by the people. Unbridled capitalism has corrupted the soul of America.

I didn't mention Democrats in this poem as it is the Republican party that is the center of attention....corporate alliances, teaparty aspirations, religious right and libertarian 1776 isolationism...via Fox news....winner takes all.

~A

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Amerika like the great Unkle
still is ready to fortifiy the weak
and defend interests of her own
and the little ones who cannot
truly yet stand on their own

Whom else is ready to leave family
to fight for freedom but the USA
so many of the Beat Poets originated
from Amerika the melting pot of
all emmigrant cultures My native
origins lived here for thousand of
years before and thankfully due to
freedom and rights we were not exterminated
as some dictatorships to this day in
other countries and land are set to do!

At least Amerika tries even if they do not
win a battle They at least stretch the
abilities for those trying to struggle against
oppression Without Amerika the fist of
opression would be about us true censorship
would not even allow us to express what we
feel or have angst against

I have only a fondness for our Amerikan cousins
and next door neighbour

Thank You

Great pieces of writing from you all on a latent subject that you both have brought to light in the most extraordinary pieces of writing that has been posted here for a while.
You should run for office I hear the President is coming to the end of his term.
Being over here in the UK i can but feel that the poor people in the States have grown poorer since he arrived in office but the country as a whole has gained international respect, Yours Keeping his head down, Ian.T

.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

Sigh.

Respect. Respect for one another as human beings, regardless of income, social status, education, geography, national origin, sex, political affiliation, corporate/individual/worker mentality, what a concept!

It might lead to Christian values that Jesus espoused: LOVE.

It might lead to Buddhist principles such as right livelihood and right action. Do no harm.

~A

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An angry, honest piece and I'm glad it was cathartic. wesley

W. H. Snow

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Angry? Mad? I can and do fly into a range, ask Barry. but I'm like a kid, it's over.just as quickly and I hold no animosity or grudges. My surface feelings are not that important, however; the love I have found that
is always present and just under *emotions* is the height, length ,depth and breath of me. That was my life's journey seeking *enlightenment*. It came at a huge *cost*....my ego. (Or small one, depending on....)

;-)

~A

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