Hey you, Whitehouse

I tried and I tried.
I wrote emails and letters that spied
the era of a new beginning among
the average citizen, old and young.

I talked to everyone around and online
about health care reform and the spine
of our country and how we had the power.
That we no longer had to cower.

That Obama was different and the change
he spoke of was real and could be sustained.
Changing issues in our political institution
from health care reform to pollution.

I held out hope until I saw the bill begin to bloat.
As the far right screamed and bought the boat
about death panels and socialism that had arisen
and watched how this rhetoric created division.

And how the GOP looked into the sea of people
and decided they needed the power of the church steeple.
That to stir dissent they would pull the abortion card.
How reform was killing grandma and that unborn part

of humanity who has no voice in the matter.
Who are spoken of for obstructionists to gather
as they continue to use abortion as a way of stopping legislation.
Taking the rights of women away that were hard won in this nation.

This bill is propped up with duck tape and glue.
Stuck together with bubble gum and the blood of me and you.
To see this same bullshit being played again
can dishearten the strongest to stop fighting to win.

Because there is no grassroots liberal movement.
Just a bunch of cowards who are not willing to vent
about how health care reform has been stolen away
by the same corporations that financed the campaign.

By the same banks that Americans bailed out.
By Wall Street with their billion dollar bonus snouts.
Pigs to the trough milking the same machine
that was not going to be in the Whitehouse pristine

with the change we were promised and the lies we were fed.
No health care reform bill but more war instead.
My lack of hope saddens my heart this December.
And this was to be the house that hope built, remember.

Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are.
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are.
And when your hand is on your heart,
You’re nearly a good laugh,
Almost a joker,
With your head down in the pig bin,
Saying “Keep on digging.”
Pig stain on your fat chin.
What do you hope to find.
When you’re down in the pig mine.
You’re nearly a laugh,
You’re nearly a laugh
But you’re really a cry.

Bus stop rat bag, ha ha charade you are.
You fucked up old hag, ha ha charade you are.
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.
You’re nearly a good laugh,
Almost worth a quick grin.
You like the feel of steel,
You’re hot stuff with a hatpin,
And good fun with a hand gun.
You’re nearly a laugh,
You’re nearly a laugh
But you’re really a cry.

Hey you, Whitehouse,
Ha ha charade you are.
You house proud town mouse,
Ha ha charade you are
You’re trying to keep our feelings off the street.
You’re nearly a real treat,
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
…..! …..! …..! …..!
You gotta stem the evil tide,
And keep it all on the inside.
Mary you’re nearly a treat,
Mary you’re nearly a treat
But you’re really a cry.

Pink Floyd
Pigs (Three Different Ones)
Animals, 1977

Accepting Defeat

The slickest video game of this year
is hot off the shelves for those who dare
to think and find empathy for their fellowman
to relate to others’ suffering where you might not have been.

It’s not a first person shooter or a roll playing game.
It’s like nothing you’ve ever played or have heard named.
This game is about a man living with brain cancer.
His wife has a disease that does not help answer

their wondering who will raise their kids if they both die.
Wondering who will teach them morals despite
not having the loving arms around them they so deserve.
Not knowing the love that their parents once dispersed

like chicken nuggets and fountain drink colas.
As they hugged their children and walked their strollers.
This game sounds like fun and I bet you can’t wait
to find out there is more in the plot to relate

as both of their elders are also growing old and sick.
Both have cancer and now it’s this couple’s turn to pick
between living their short lives with love and joy
or taking care of their elders until death destroys

the one true love that either one has ever really known.
And if this game is not enough fun as shown
there is more to the plot that you might learn more from.
As each character experiences even more and then some.

They each begin to realize that their suffering is small
That there is a universe of suffering that unites us all.
Each character begins to have their own awakening.
It is your goal to allow this to happen before they are taken.

The enlightenment of each character is very different.
The little ones imagine talking dancing toys with easy temperament.
The adults imagine lost ones waiting for them high above.
For peace on earth and for all suffering to quickly turn into love.

Yeah this game is not like anything you’ve ever played.
Cause video games are not made like real life these days.
Cause we are better at escaping the reality that surrounds us
Than facing our shared problems that we all are thrust.

You will never find a game like this being sold.
Cause real life is not a game to buy and mold.
Real life gives you challenges that you might never beat.
Real life is making the most of life and accepting defeat.

The Gold Star

Trying so hard to win the gold star
Excelling with words and drawing for far
too long without anyone noticing.
Without the powers that be realizing.

I have pretended daily that I don’t care.
That I put my passion out there and that it is fair
to distance oneself from one’s desires.
That, that it is the only way to put out the internal fires.

That one can not have something if one wants it.
That one must decide to give freely and not quit.
That the battle with one’s ego is always there.
But one must come with loving open arms to bear

The passion and talents that God proclaimed
upon one’s soul as it was waiting to reclaim
its karmic path as it was forced to be reborn back
to fulfill the desires that one’s soul seems to lack.

So is it a lie to act as if one gives expecting nothing
for one’s time and energy? It must be worth something?
Would it be better to proclaim these desires openly
Than to believe that your calling is denied falsely?

Than to believe that this was all just one big test.
To see how much one can take and still act one’s best.
For what good is talent if it can’t find the light?
Nothing more than a curse on one’s back for others’ delight?

So I validate myself if that is how it must be.
I am God if I am the only one who can see
The power of rhythm and knowledge that flows through me.
I am God you see and I mean no disrespect.
For you have this same power if you would only reflect

Within the powerful flow of energy inside your consciousness
That is connected to everything around you which is infinitely limitless.
So as I end this circular flow of words and thought
I realize that God can neither be sold nor bought.

Poison Jewels

barbie

Ten days to prove my love.
To find a gift to show how above
it all my feelings for my family are to thee.
How my love should not be bought for free.

As the Grinch stole Christmas I didn’t want it back.
He could have kept it and never gotten attacked
by me for having the forethought to kill this greed.
How over-consumption has become our creed.

Spend more on me and you will see
How much more love you will get from me.
Buy me plastic toys from sweat shop rice paddies
Lay them at my feet and I will say I love you daddy.

As our world is crying and melting before our eyes.
We talk a good talk then buy more junk to throw into a trunk
when the Holidays have ended and our kids no longer care
for the poison jewels we have laid at their feet so bare.

So pure was their flesh when they greeted this planet.
Then we slowly inundate them with objects that would end it.
Their purity that drifted down the creek as we let our BlackBerrys beep.
Texting while driving and trying to keep the kids from crying.

As the United Nations sits in Copenhagen to make big decisions.
I believe we should make a choice that would create much division.
Let us stop buying  gifts for Christmas altogether.
Let us celebrate it by holding hands as we say a short prayer.

Let us not embrace the garbage we are trying to quit producing.
Let us stop buying the stuff that keeps us polluting.
Let our children learn to fill their emptiness with love.
Let our love be more than stuff that is flown in from high above.

Let Christmas not be about stuff that is disposable.
Let us make all our gifts by hand and make them indispensable.
Let us tell stories about the man who was named Jesus.
Let us talk about how he lived and what that should mean to us.

Early Adapter


  I have been clicking a mouse for years.  
  Clicking and typing to make my fears  
  subside by paying my growing bills.  
  Learning to find perfection in strokes and fills  


  Gradients, vector, bitmap and pixel alignment.  
  To find excitement through a new assignment.  
  To learn new technology along the way.  
  To see the connections that always say  


  That all of this is part of one thing.  
  Be it a brush or a computer to make it bling.  
  These are just tools we use to tell our stories.  
  Just tools we use to help find our glory.  


  I have seen the dot com bubble come and go.  
  I have seen the birth of web 2.0.  
  I have been a little guy on the chain of command.  
  I have run a team fulfilling many client’s demands.  


  I have been an early adapter of new technology.  
  I get emails from companies asking me to beta test their strategy.  
  I have donated my energy to help many a venture.  
  I have seen start-ups come and go and felt the adventure.  


  I have connected the dots between paint and the digital.  
  I have continued to learn as it becomes less and less physical.  
  I have welcomed the coming revolution that has begun.  
  I see the digital as a possible savior for the far flung  


  Ideas that are right on the horizon to help humanity.  
  To break the chains of repeated history and discard our vanity.  
  To help break the cycle of human rights oppression.  
  To help find peace and freedom as life’s eternal lesson.  

My Near Death Experience

Cancer_Cure

The shot heard round the world
was in my head as I was released instead
from this body of restraints as I sped
through a long vortex of light while my body still lay in bed.

I was being led by entities it would seem.
As they beamed knowledge and probed my body
inserting machines as if I were their long lost prodigy.
As if they had been patiently waiting for me.

Tiles of moving color of a geometric dome
enveloped me in a cocoon and welcomed me home.
I could sense my father as if he were right there.
As if he had been waiting, playing basketball near.

I could feel the energy that flows throughout the universe.
I could see in an instant stars and galaxies giving birth.
As I laid witness to infinity and its totality
I understood the pain and suffering and its banality.
I remembered the body I left as it lay down below.

I thought how silly this whole experiment had been.
How life is like waiting in line for a prize that we all win.
That the physical life is a price we must pay
To experience all of this beauty and eternity one day.

A calming light pulled me closely to it.
It told me without words not to forget.
That there are deeds left undone I still must do.
That I must go back down and love my family anew.
That I could always return to the light that I now know exists.

And then like a car bomb I was blown back down.
My consciousness hit hard and enveloped the ground.
As I opened my eyes I knew what I saw.
Sacred patterns illuminated a beautiful white dove.
That peace was inevitable and it comes from above.

Written in honor of the one year anniversary of my first brain surgery (12-10-08) and for all who have felt like they have experienced death and lived to tell the tale.

Slaughtered Sheeple

genghis-khan

I am only seventeen and I can not breathe.
The violence and bombings have intoxicated me.
I can not sleep at night seeing the blood of my people
Strewn all over the street as if they are slaughtered sheeple.

Five car bombs bursting in air, killing 130 civilians living in despair.
Civilians just trying to get to work and make an honest day’s pay.
To take care of their families and find peace along the way.
Commuting back and forth their lives quickly stolen away.

As I walk through the streets the blood is knee deep.
I use the wheelbarrow just given to me to pick up the human meat.
Of body parts and intestines from the ones who left this world.
As their souls were blown from their bodies as if flying pearls.

They say my bloodline goes back as far as Genghis Khan.
Those genes do me no good because I am just another pawn.
Trying to maintain a smile when I say my morning prayers
with a layer of bone and flesh all over the streets while I am there.

How can I not want retaliation or vengeance?
How do I ask for forgiveness for those who slaughtered innocents?
If there is a Hell I might already be there?
Maybe there is a God and he will someday prevail?

He will heal our hearts and minds and make them less disdainful.
He will smite down the infidels who masquerade as the faithful.
He will lift up my people from the generations of painful
wars and battles that have laid their claim full.

Wise Planet

global_warming

There are those who didn’t believe.
They called it all a lie and did not relieve
the stresses that the scientists had begun to see.
More worried about their money than about you or me.

Copenhagen came and went without a decision.
The countries were all fired up but continued their division
On climate change policy that would impact our future world.
The poorest of countries will be impacted the most.

The ones who were the poison’s host will have little time to boast.
Who knows the implications of this indecision.
Signs are popping up all over the world for a specific date.
2012 many predict is the year we have been dealt.
The cards are not stacked in our favor and will soon be felt.

When the ice caps melt and the waters begin to rise?
Where will we migrate to with no money to prize?
How will we eat or drink with no products to buy?
We hoped our technology would save us but it must have been a lie.

Maybe a New World Order is needed it would seem.
Maybe it is not a government conspiracy but in our DNA.
When a species becomes overpopulated earth always has the final say.
It will thin us out like any overabundant chemical.
Because Earth’s evolution has always been cyclical.

I do not fear this coming change that seems to be inevitable.
I look to it as part of the universal plan.
To establish order out of chaos no matter the time span.
A life form has risen and has eaten this planet alive.
This planet will not take this much longer and continue to survive.

This planet is stronger and wiser than we have given it credit.
It knows its limits and when they have been exceeded.
It knows what we are doing and how to relieve it.

New Swirled Order

Conspiracy to illuminate patterns upon your crops.
To make you feel there is something on top.
Looking down and projecting its energy on us.

Or spaceships from another dimension paying us a little attention.
Writing out the code that we should all see.
To realize that there is something larger than you and me.
Patterns, math and science as design objects we can touch.

Maybe stomped all over the world by unemployed artists during lunch.
All of these patterns can not be man made I believe.
An ancient natural order as old as Adam and Steve.

New Age propaganda to give us puzzles maybe?
To see order in chaos to make us believe?
To cast doubts on our Gods and beliefs it would seem.
To make us look at the amazing and possibly concede.
That we are as small as microbes and know as much.

No words can explain the mysteries around me.
Only simple adjectives that don’t give them the glory.
Patterns in the wood paneling across your room.
Patterns when I close my eyes that often bloom.

Call these patterns what you will if you trust.
Call them God.
Call them Allah.
Call them Buddha.
Call them Jesus.
Call them Nature.
Call them Aliens.
Call them all a Hoax if you must.
I’ll call them Beautiful and be just fine as such.

A Storm is Brewing

The Road

Dead barren lands we travel.
Wake and fall out of our lean-to shelters.
Clothes in tatters and souls nearly shattered.
Holding each others’ hands we gather.

I look into your eyes and I know nothing.
I impart no truths or wisdom other than my love.
As I know nothing more to leave you.
Nothing from my prior culture that is truer.

Like mites we cling to the thin skin of this world.
Surviving another day so we can sustain this love.
Death sees us and is following from above.
No idea how many lives have been spared.

How many souls bear the load and stress of living.
Have continued to scour the earth for each day.
Have fought each day not to die.
To wake with another.
To love another.
To not have to kill their brother.

Like dogs we sniff garbage and detritus.
Like vermin we bite through leather for pleasure.
To fill our stomachs when nothing else will measure.

Bodies along the road burnt and crisp.
We all knew it would soon come to this.
We have been planning and wishing it to end forever.
Our religions have promised us rapture for our pain.

And this is what we were given again.
Like premature man walking the ancient lands.
Our life sentence is to find water and fire and warmth.
Storing plastic tarps and fabrics that will outlast any flesh.
Wrap your cold and blistered feet and body with distress.

The road continues ahead and the good guys always win.
As we both fight the cold, rain and wind.
As we get off the road and huddle together.
What is the long term plan?
The social animal just trying to survive.
Trying to find others like him who are still alive.

Other animals to pass our fire to.
Other animals to pass our lies to.
Stories of how mankind had everything.
Stories of how mankind became unglued.
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.

At dusk we must seek shelter for us.
A storm is brewing, that much you can trust.