Peace is the spirit of the messenger, with birds over yonder. Perched is a dove, a crow, and a pigeon. Perched as the employees of deliverance and omens, and so shall they be our messengers of peace. Peace that which comes from the messengers, and all the work they’ve done.
A protest without confrontation is not a protest, and a protest that gets permits to march in the streets is a parade.
Remember Persepolis? The little girl from Iran we read about as teenagers? Well, she’s a real person by the way, And so are the thousands in Iran set to die. Soliders and civilains both have the same color of blood, The same goes for Americans and Iranians. Be proud of being born on the dirtContinue reading “Iran, a poem 🇮🇷”
“The poor deserve it!” Lies and slander. “The left hates…” Lies and slander. “The police protect and serve.” Lies and slander. “Your standard of living will only go up.” More lies, more slander. “Love is all you need.” More lies, more slander. “This is land of the free.” The biggest lie, the biggest slander.
Accent upon rhythm and timing be imecpable. Suite number, unknown and with the orchestra to. Class of the classless. A short note about peace, a warning of lessons forgotten. 3/2/16
The mantra of the American upstarts, Don’t fire until you see the whites of their eyes. The eyes belong to someones child. Those eye once cried over a scraped knee. Those eyes once looked at someone and loved them. Those eyes once had a soul behind them. Those eye look down at hands that holdContinue reading “Those Eyes”
I think there is a verbose misconception in people about peace. Peace is viewed as an ideology in of itself. This belief leads to a noticeable apathy, and it is the cause of failure for every single American Anti War Movement since the 1960s. Peace is an end, not a means. To view nonviolence asContinue reading “Peace is not a Means, it is an End”
The Dim echo of light passing by only to stand in the still life. How teary eyed echoes wager thus and iron carriages carry it on. Only a drunken peace can be the vice. They can only stare. Never worry, there is solace to be had on a cloudy night. 1/29/11
The archaic always seems to have its place. Whether we like it, whether we know it, is another matter all together. Is their any real poetry in these words? Is their any real phonetic surprise, any peak. Perhaps, but more than anything, their is return. Their is the same thing that has long cycledContinue reading “There Will Be Peace, Revolution, and One”
What ever was there to know, Whatever was there to have on hand to so be questioned. To question answer but on and off again, Sinful friendliness you are no help at all. Only past misconstruction and always trifled hours. 2/16/11
This Charge, This mockery of peace and justice. Why these chains? Why these cells? Why these wardens? Why these overseers? Is the human soul not an inherent figure fixed of man? This is nothing that hasn’t been said before. If the day of judgement is true, Fear not for the victim’s but the evil’s souls.Continue reading “This Charge”
Fetch the strong armor, Prepare, prepare for anything. Stock pile your Beecher’s Bibles and Fill the shed wit food. Stand and deliver look at the whites of his eyes as bayonet enters his liver. This is no time to cringe. God is on our side and god is with you. You are the heroes YouContinue reading “Die Not for No Country, or No Man”
What does it take to get the human mind to end its constant veracious speed? The human mind is constantly active, constantly working in ways that even when we are aware of it we barely understand. Yet there is a problem. Humans are effort minimizers and euphoria maximizers. We want the reward but weContinue reading “Listen to this Moment and Every Moment: How all is and can be one.”