Army of One

A secret war of ideas is being fought.
It would seem the U.S. has been once again caught
feeding money and data to another country.
Killing many and rallying others looking for reentry

Into the United States to wreak havoc.
To blow up a plane and disturb our static.
To disturb the apathy the world has again begun to feel.
About terrorist activities around the world.

It would seem the terrorists are back in control.
As they continue to steal our media’s soul.
Working off pure conjecture that we easily consume
The media keeps us programmed to fear our tomb.

You can not have terror without fear.
Even with the faith of many religions we still shed tears
Over the possibility of losing our family members
Or the chance of being being blown up and dismembered.

The fear they inflict destroys the foundation of our culture.
As they don’t fear death and are all vultures.
Selling out their  religion and their countrymen for gold.
Selling out themselves for a pinch of hope to mold.

The root of the fear inflicted on us is the fear of losing our things.
Of losing the ownership of objects, people and feelings.
Of losing control of one’s life and one’s time.
There is no hope for us all if we can’t control our minds.

Because there is no terror if there is no fear.
There is no ideology that can win a war that is not here.
There is no damage that can be done
To a man who knows no fear and is one.

I Googled God

I believe in nothing.
I believe in everything.
Everything is possible today.
Nothing will happen you say.

Maybe this is it and it all just ends.
Maybe it is all connected and continues to begin.
Is it up to us to really know
Or should we all keep an open mind to show

We don’t judge others’ beliefs.
That their paradigm is their reprieve.
That we all make our own solutions.
That we all use the same form of evolution.

The strictest reading of any religious text
Is always translated into unlimited sects.
I read that we are created in God’s image
Or maybe we all Googled God’s mirage.

With all of this said maybe there is truth to be fed
That we are all in the moment grasping to be lead.
Looking for something greater than ourselves.
All eventually shunning the apathy we all have felt.

Belief is something that is bound together with ego
As we seek to find ourselves in our id before we go.
We all seem to be looking to build a team.
No one wants to be alone in their beliefs it seems.

To not be affiliated with a group or body.
To not be affiliated with any political party.
There are a few main constants that we all share.
We all die and we know not when or where.

Alone you will leave this world and reclaim
The mystery and glory from which you came.
No one knows more than you or me.
Through this ignorance we are all free.

Meditation on Adulthood

We look everywhere for the wisdom we seek.
From the beginning of life as we begin to speak
We all quickly learn to play pretend.
Playing dress up and acting like adults, we portend

The life we are to live when we can pay our own way.
Then we realize we never really grow up one day.
That once we learn to crawl we must walk.
That once we learn to walk we can’t stop.

Once we are born life is filled with so many ifs.
Once we are grown there is a small tariff.
So minute you might not even notice it
As you’ll be too busy making things fit.

As you pay your way through life today
Make sure you realize you are on your way
Out of another cycle of your life
Into another cycle of new strife.

Because life is always filled with life lessons
And lessons can not come without regression.
In order to go forwards you must go back.
In order to go backwards you must attack.

Attack with courage and curiosity.
These qualities of life you must always portray.
Because if you lose your thirst for life
You must … turn in your stripes.

Meditation on Things

I am not this stuff that surrounds me
as we buy more and more to try and be free.
I am not this out of shape body.
Twenty extra pounds in this lost cavity.

The stuff I have does not own me.
Instead it chokes my spirit that sees
that these things create division
and blind my soul’s true vision.

There is no I.
I is a word that is made up to divide.
I is a word that we use with mine.
This is not my stuff that I find.

There is no my to the stuff we own.
My is a word that puts us all in tow.
Hopefully we will one day realize
The stuff we own we will despise.

My little girls are now using the word mine
About toys as they openly opine
About whose toys are theirs and such.
Whose things one can look at and can not touch.

The ego is developed at a very early stage
As children believe in their things at an earlier age.
Hopefully they will realize sooner than I
That these things we buy them are all a lie.

That no thing will ever fill that empty hole
No matter how large the stuff we hold.
That they are only symbols of our love
Not things to cling to from a sleigh high above.

Waiting for the Storm

They say no one vote can change history.
Unless you are a senator looking for a victory.
Unless you are looking to obstruct
a bill not supported in your personal construct.

And if you are this man your vote is a Dictatorship.
as you can ask for mountains of money for your leadership.
Who cares if you are in the minority you say?
You are doing God’s work withholding your vote today.

Pick your poison it would seem  to be the case
as these bills all turn into the evil we must soon face.
That regardless of being part of a super majority
every man is looking out for his seniority.

To be able to be the last man standing for fear
of losing his seat in the senate next year.
As senators continue to make legislation a career
we are losing the democracy we have in past endeared.

Throw them all out many people are saying.
Don’t let them know they can do this without obeying.
How can they not vote the voice of the people.
Especially from the people who are in the steeple.

We have the backing of God and these men are heathens.
Abortion or money it’s all even steven.
To pick something to throw in the wheel of the machine.
Make a mockery of the system that is losing its steam.

Maybe democracy is broken and will never again work.
Especially when both parties are sworn to their pork.
Especially when buying a vote is allowed.
And told to be the way democracy is kowtowed.

Yes sir master whatever you want
as long as I get your vote to keep the bill on the stump.
A bill can get so absolutely polluted
when senators put themselves before the people they saluted.

As the bodies come back from Iraq and Afghanistan.
It would seem health care reform for their families is quite distant.
2014 and maybe we will see some reform.
Until then, I will be waiting for the storm.

It is called the Singularity

My doctor doesn’t know about the singularity.
The same man who is giving me directions for my clarity.
And he has a resume and publications five miles long.
As a trained expert on my brain which he works upon.

Giving me medications that are only ten years old.
Hoping for shrinkage or for the right dosage that will hold.
Make my tumor or scar tissue shrink back a bit.
But sometimes he is not sure who I am or may forget.

What does this million dollar MRI machine portray?
Off a millimeter on a measurement and he might say
we just might need to start radiation therapy today.
Or you might need another surgery to stay

alive a bit longer so we can find a cure.
We often speak of nanobots that could make me pure
and other ways of extending this life I was given.
But with him not knowing of the singularity I have misgivings.

As I tell him about the megabytes in the human brain.
How much memory we store and how much we abstain
from storing upon our limited membranes. How much we
toss out without giving our memories a place to live and see.

Just a few hundred megabytes we use as RAM.
35 gigabytes of data a day we view as bits and bites of spam.
As I sat there educating my doctor on the brain today.
I realized how little we all know and how dearly I could pay.

For the human brain is a mystery for even the pros.
For the ones who practice medicine with all its loopholes.
And I am thankful I have him on my side.
This man has added years to my life but even so I must confide

that I wish he knew of the singularity that is on the horizon.
I wish he realized that his medicine is sort of a con
to band-aid our bodies together long enough to test
the approaching download of our body’s consciousness.

To a place where our bodies will be just a disease.
Where the hive mind will discard our bodies like fleas.
A place where we will find eternal life for our kind.
A place where no one goes deaf and no one goes blind.

So patch me up doc and help me get there.
I want to be downloaded and be apart of this affair.
When the human species makes its next major evolution
I want to be there to experience this miracle of creation.

Freedom to Fear


2014 health care reform will help my situation.
That said, I’m finding it hard to muster the appreciation.
Only four more years and we will be there.
My pre-existing condition will finally be square.

I will be able to get sick and not wonder where
my treatment will come from when I lay bare
without employment in the transition of life.
As transition is one’s life when going through strife.

Only four more years and I will be there.
I will be able to find happiness in life’s despair.
My only hope is that I am still aware.
That I am not just a body sitting with a blank stare.

I’m in the state of being alive and taking care of my mate.
The state of raising a family and living for dates
That are on the horizon for most of us.
Hoping to see my girls getting on a school bus.

See them discover boys and act a fool.
See them spend all summer in the swimming pool.
Growing closer as they learn to trust and love one another.
I wonder if they will have me there to help them discover

The beauty of this world of which we all share.
The obstacles I’ve conquered of which to beware.
Four more years to be a moving target for my policy.
Just long enough for one to give up and embrace insanity.

There is no arc for the character in this poem.
Maybe if you knew he started from a belief that some
never dreamed would come true and never believed
That real health care reform could be achieved.

But this protagonist had hope in spades.
He thought that universal health care had to be the only way.
That there was no way that a family must live in fear.
That freedom from fear was a right to hold dear.

And now as this poet sits and recollects
He will never again fight for something he knows he can’t affect.
That no matter the amount of energy put into believen.
that politics is for politicians not for average citizens.

The little Lord Jesus no tape for his leg.

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The little Lord Jesus no tape for his leg.
Fell off our kitchen table and nearly broke his head.
As our little girl was playing with her new Jesus set
the new ceramic character slipped from his place mat.

Today our house found Jesus reduced to matter
As the force of gravity made his small body shatter.
On the way home just now our girl asked had we fixed Jesus.
Did we not find the right glue that would help please us?

It would seem our little girl had seen a nativity set
and thought it was just another cool toy she should play with.
Just another object that she could add to her collection
of meaningless symbols and icons of consumption.

Even though we told her the significance of this baby boy.
How people worshipped him and that he was not just a toy.
She quickly went about playing as if he was just a Barbie doll
with wise men, a manger and animals in their stall.

As the little Lord Jesus fell quickly from above.
We yelled at our little one and forgot all our love.
We forgot how this season should not be about things
As we decorate our houses with objects as if they have wings.

We quickly corrected ourselves and gave her a hug.
Told her that we’d fix Jesus and gave ourselves a tug.
That we should put less emphasis on the stuff around us.
That no matter the symbolism we should not make a big fuss.

That the innocence of youth can be so easily stolen away.
That to her, Jesus is just another toy to play with, to our dismay.
She can play with the little Lord Jesus, as if he has no fame.
There is something beautiful in that, we think should remain.

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.