Thursday, December 22, 2005

online

in an age before the internet,
when eniac was still the shit,
times were a little fuzzier,
as in an old forgotten film.
blurred around the edges
and frayed since its first day,
clocks moved a little slower
yet steadily on their way
to the next unnatural progression
of triumph over the soul.
a brand new world is turning
in same black image as the old.

4-square breakout

compressed, like all things.
simian in
appearance.
natural glow, quick
sand sidestepped,
put all of your birds in a row.
bouncing attack from
square one trigger
and only the days remain.

beat back refrain
from fro or toward thither
but some
rejected allow
our intrepid
explorer to turn a trick
not seen since
our recess in-
doors, spent at conquisting.

winter bones

killing fields, man’s path to independence,
float across the oceans’ blue
waters to find fortune in war.
the start of a new beginning
but constant the bloody wounds,
with foot on their necks, our spirit.

raise the banner, a nation’s spirit,
a land of pure independence
healing all the world’s wounds,
as the soft wind of freedom blew.
from first breath was our beginning,
a peace secured by war.

send our sons away to war,
a mother’s soulful spirit.
too old for new beginnings
bequeathed to independence,
and shades of lonely-heart blue,
her ball of yarn unwound.

picking at the open wounds
of world’s marks of war.
stars upon a field of blue
overflow their collective spirit
at the point of a gun, independence
is only the beginning.

the fire served as the beginning
of the end. the wounds
scarred over in the pendants
of her eyes. dark wars
to break our gentle spirit
the empty sky was blue.

our bodies black, skin beat blue
colors of a true beginning.
unleash the one primal spirit
which another man cannot wound.
revolution but not a war,
a call to independents.

streaming down a flow of blue
and red from countless wounds

a long forgotten sole beginning
the stained white dress she wore

rejoice unto the sacred spirit
her blade our independence.

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Taxes and Death




The American taxpayer is long used to providing direct financial support for killing people, whether it be reformed gang leaders like Tookie Williams or countless victims of war. The Bush administration will try to increase this level of support a bit more in coming days as it will request an additional $100 billion from Congress to continue its violence in Iraq and Afghanistan. That would bring the current total cost of the wars to a half-trillion dollars. Unless you enjoy spending your hard-earned money in carrying out murder, stop paying your taxes to the U.S. government immediately.

Monday, December 12, 2005

X-mas


The almighty dollar. Posted by Picasa

It’s that time of year again. When visions of Xbox 360s are dancing in children’s heads and colored electric lights spell out messages wishing Jesus a happy birthday. Christmas, the ultimate combination of capitalism and organized religion, is just around the corner.

For centuries, Christmastime was a purely religious holiday. Christians celebrated the birth of Christ with little of the capitalistic fanfare that is now common. In pre-capitalist societies, this was to be expected. Families exchanged a few small gifts with one another in a nod to the actions of the three wise men who presented baby Jesus with some pretty nice presents all those years ago. Over time, this practice became an entrenched tradition and even if you didn’t really like someone that much, you were expected to give him a gift at Christmas. It wasn’t uncommon to hear sentiments such as, “Uncle Jim, you’re cool and all, but you sure as hell aren’t no son of god. Here’s your damn necktie.” When America burst onto the scene and threw the electrifying switch, the small and innocent Christmas gift-giving ritual took on new life as a bough of holly decked, cash-hungry Frankenstein’s monster.

America’s effect on Christmas was monumental. People began to forget why the holiday was celebrated in the first place, it was just a time to get lots of cool presents. Images of Jesus were replaced with secular objects like pine trees, stockings, and fat guys in red suits; the latter being a creation of a huge American corporation, Coca-Cola, no less. And the emphasis of December 25th, and later the whole month of December, and now the period from immediately after Halloween to mid-January, was changed from religious duty to spending money.

Although it often seems as though the capitalistic aspect of Christmas will eventually devour its religious side entirely, this is not the case. Americans are some of the world’s most religiously fanatic people and they won’t stand for letting the birthday of their lord become just another reason to lay down their cold hard cash. Christmas is destined to continue forever as an unholy coupling of capitalism and Christianity. So don't be afraid to max out those credit cards this holiday season as we celebrate the true meaning of Christmas: money. Oh yeah, and that whole virgin birth thing.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

War on Drugs

With the “War on Terror” still exploding all around us, it is often difficult to remember that other vague war we are currently engaged in. But, yes, the “War on Drugs” is still hot. Consider this, a Utah man received a mandatory 55-year minimum sentence for a first time offense. His crime? He was selling small amounts of marijuana to police informants while he had a gun with him. The police later found more guns at his house. No gun was utilized in the carrying out of the crime; in fact, no violence was committed at all. Nevertheless, the man is serving a jail term longer than if he had hijacked a plane or committed second degree murder. This is but one example of how (most) governments of the world have transformed a simple plant into a primal target of focused legal regulation and restriction. The “war” rages on.

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