Monday, May 23, 2011
the boy you've ever been,"and I want to
stand and flip the table over.
The boy I've ever been was never so
angry to want to flip a table over.
Thanks to everyone who came to the VCC in Philadelphia. Love to you all!
(This poem uses a line from "Dear Avery" by The Decemberists)
Friday, May 20, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
Police state new york city
Invasion Of afghanistan
A new american war
Another front on the war on drugs begins
A drug epidemic not of south american origin
But a new trade route explosion of heroin to the east coast
Under the noses of Americans that the TV never televises
For New york may be secure but Jersey was not ready and was never ready for the influx of poppy poison
They call it dirty jersey
and MTV portrays it with their brawling violent show to exploit the notorious state
I got something to say about those fake privileged fools chillin in Seaside
There full of shit of what Jersey really is
No fan of the two of them but Trump your a joke
Obama your a lier but I know your an American
For the jersey shore crew your suspect as new yorkers
I wanna see your Jersey birth certificate of authenticity
Our license plate states say the garden state but for many its the garbage state
Its not the attitude or the women with hair spray and teased up hair
It comes in cellophane bags
75% of blissful street grade purity
The spread of this painkiller has know boundaries
and flat liners hit the hospitals stretctors in regularity
I ain't know hypocrite for when I came home from Iraq a needled dangled in my arm
Theres no escape
I don't know a friend who has not tried it, flat lined, or died from it
I'm hear at this mic for vengeance
To the war in Afghanistan and the government who let the flow of kilos sail the atlantic to the delaware river docks
Those fools turned a blind eye
This is personal
Fuck the war
Fuck the drug war
It never worked in South America and it won't work in this desert barren battle land
This is the trash
This is the dirt
This is the ugly truth
Of a true story
The real reality show of Sleazy Jersey
Hookers, Drugs, STDs, Needles, gambling, poverty, and Job cuts to the poor that are now poorer.
Oh yah and fuck that mother fucker Chris Christie
No better than Scott Walker sitting in his throne in Wisconsin with people under him suffering.
There is always a cause an effect to everything
This is just another secret to the overall reality of war without boundaries.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Thanks hope to see ya'll there.
P.S.- I'm still looking for poets to read their work. Email me at email@example.com
A man is dead.
Not a good man, but a man
But what is the difference between
Man and monster?
Only history I suppose.
The victor's story is the only one
So why not celebrate?
Why not call for more blood
In the streets?
Because the idea is not dead.
Bloodthirsty ideals never seem to die
in human hands.
Wars are big business.
And we are all bathed in the remnants
I see my daughter's future painted black
Never to be clean again.
As the chaos sings its chorus of
"Good job!" and "Well done!"
I know of many who have thrown
themselves around the barrel of a gun
Ending it all in the name of liberty.
Was it worth it? All of this celebration
and "anniversaries of remembrance"
Is it worth it to carry ten years a heavy
burden all for the sake of vengeance?
Remember the Nazis celebrated the death
of the Jews, the Romans the Christians,
and now the Christians the Muslims and
I am in the mist of it all, walking a thin line
still living on the fringe.
How's that for remembrances?
We have shown we forget in the blink of an
blind eye. And in this way people more, often
than not, evil has won.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
The mind will wander for hours and hours. Unrelenting thoughts from Kabul to Baghdad.
All the while, tossing soccer balls to kids. Then laugh when they fight--
fight to the death over one single ball.
Houses made of shit, tea full of sugar.
Decaying cow carcasses lining the roads.
A surreal moment as you check your soul.
Flowers and babies, puppies and butterflies;
all of these things only last a while.
Images dancing in our dreams, making every person beam.
Smiles or walks--it doesn't matter, just enjoy the small things--and lots of laughter!
Resting on a plank, is upended and
Slides away into the eternal dark of
The Arabian Sea,
Crowds gather in plazas to
Cheer and wave banners and cry for
More, more, more. They traipse and
Trip and tumble about each other,
In the glory of our recent victory
Another young American snaps one
final salute before taking one
Final step from a rooftop,
Monday, May 2, 2011
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