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The Search for Meaning

06 Tuesday Jun 2017

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England, JFK, Joy, Livingston, Los Angeles, Love, Montana, Native America, Peace, Retribution, Slavery, Truth, Wales

Ancient Sins, Amends
and Justice

-by Bill Watkins 6/5/2017

Livingston2 -- Work Walk

LORD, help me communicate your message.

Amen.

***

I have left Los Angeles, California in search of meaning, poetic justice—taking my sins east someday across the ocean back to Europe.

I have decided to pass through beautiful Livingston, Montana for a year or two to gain a different experience, to become a man, prepare for England’s colder weather, and to get some financial standing.

410 years ago three Watkins brothers arrived in the land we now call Virginia—a land that was inhabited by a great people.  We, the English, named it what we wanted and called it ours.

We measured ourselves against the natives by skin color, dress and military weapons—saw an “advantage,” sought to conquer.

Our sins are vast.  Sins of judgment, murder, selfishness, ingratitude, ignorance, and self-righteousness.  Sure, we were chased there by religious wars, oppressive social structures and monarchy.

But also greed.  Vanity; the desire for fame and glory, riches—gold and spices.

A name to place in history as the man or men who discovered a new land or route around the world.

Notice no mention of “God” yet.  While our explorers spoke of “mission” and Bible and bringing God to the New World, our actions were GodLESS.

We lived by the gun and sword.  Died by it.  So many of us throughout history to now just on that Jesus-mentioned “wide path to destruction.”

Lao Tzu said “You cannot change the world.  It cannot be done.”

So why write a piece like this?  Why leave Los Angeles?

Why come to Montana, en route to Wales, United Kingdom—home of the Watkins family that stayed in Europe?

Meaning.

For this poet, meaning… For the world, this poet sets out with the gift God directly gave to drive truth into the wide path.

To split that path, and light the trail back to Heaven’s narrow road.

If I believe through fast and prayer that I may move a mountain from there to here, it shall be done.

If I know CIA killed JFK, then covered up the crime—I shall say so, demand truth, and move on to other dark chapters, light them with alacrity.

If I am sure that we owe amends to anyone related to American SLAVES, I shall write that fact—and push us to truth, action and needed reparations.

Hurting others is hurting ourselves.  Killing off Native America, is killing off Nature in this land.

We must stop, restore land to the Native peoples “won” through bloodshed, threats and broken promises—bring Karma back to the land…

The Great Spirit, often forgotten from big cities to the hearts of reservations—sad with despondent reservation, alcohol, depression—will and must rise again.

The Great Spirit will rise when the Native American people rise again, and the land will prosper.

A Third Political party will emerge.  One of peace and love for Mother Earth.

But first I must remove myself back to England.  Back across the sea, and take our sins with me.

I do so for the Cherokee.  For the Sioux.  For the Crow, the Blackfoot, the Tongva out west—all the tribes, together must rise as I leave with God’s spirit East from here to the land of the Celts.

I will take back, finally, the land’s Gold:

Native American Wisdom and Love for Land.

Europe will thrive when I bring this gold back to them.

And meaning will come to me, a life poetic that gave up comfort to honor God.

Killing Democracy One Secret At a Time

11 Thursday May 2017

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The History of “Classified”

-by Bill Watkins 5/11/2017

Classified

The term “Classified” came from “Classified Top Secret” or “Classified Secret” or “Classified Confidential” but over time was shortened to simply “Classified.” (Reddit.com)

It’s a problem when words get shortened, phrases economized over time—when we forget their origins.

Keeping “secrets” is undemocratic; does not jibe with “rule by the people,” when the people are not told the truth by leaders.

The shortening of “Classified Top Secret” to “Classified” allows a slow and steady murder of democratic ideals, regarding information and its availability to Joe Public.

“We’re not going to say ‘secret’ anymore, we are going to use the word ‘classified,’ put that one over the people.  Then of course relate to them that the matter needs to stay a secret in the interest of…”

NATIONAL SECURITY.

And now the world of fascist euphemism runs wild; “national security” covering all nature of secrets and sin, justifying say… the murder of John F. Kennedy by CIA as a matter of National Security.

Documents related to that matter kept secret for over fifty-three years, originally meant to be stored in a secret vault for seventy-five years.

We don’t have a democracy in America, people.  It is gone.

It left the minute CIA killed John Kennedy, and locked up all proof around that.

Wake up, demand the truth, and pray to the God we’ve crucified as political and religious.

God is good.  Is Good Orderly Direction.  Is concept.  Is power.

Atheism is the great myth, Bill Maher:

Unless you, sir, are a Power greater than yourself.

Lies

10 Wednesday May 2017

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JFK, Native America, Trump, Truth

-by Bill Watkins and Robert Frost

***

When I see lies hurt left and right,
Across party lines equally,
I like to think my president didn’t make them.
But making lies isn’t bad enough—
You have to Act.  Often you must have
Seen DJT’s lies loaded with blaming
Others and advancing his bank account.
They click against each other on Twitter,
One lie after another getting in line
To be the next lie to drive the news story.
Michael Scherer of Time set to interview
The guy about “truth” and “lies,” a lo and
Behold:  Devin Nunes is running around the
White House lawn spreading more lies,
Like Easter eggs to spoil the kids a day after
Easter.  You may see lies arching in and under
Old tweets:  one says we should not involve
Ourselves in Syria from years ago, surfacing
As 59 missiles are sent to explode an airport
There.  “Who knew health care was so
Complicated?” was such a true statement in the
Form of a question from a gentleman whose
Lack of education and political experience is
Worn as a badge of dishonor, day after day
In the face of p-hats yelling injustice
And sexism.  “Locker room talk” brings
Chaffetz and others back into the fold
In time to rally the vote in 2016, Jared
“Playing Moneyball” with American votes,
Winning always the goal, not helping
The country with good legislation.
Winning, helping Russia—Trump’s apparent
Leading creditor, growing Ivanka’s brand,
Extending Trump family reach, helping
Russia, helping Russia, helping Russia.
And Turkey, Le Pen—anyone who shows
A strong hand and an antiquated nationalist
View.  Kick out immigrants, purify the race,
Build a wall and put it all in Barack Obama’s
Soulful, smiling face.  Tear Hillary down like
Someone who never had a mother.
Fuck you, Donald Trump, and all your
Ignorant hillbilly fans.  God bless us to a
Proper disclosure of your lies, your certain ouster,
And the restoration of dishonest business as usual
In Washington.  We need to pay our debts—the twenty
trillion dollars, the promises we made to
Native American tribes, reparations for
African Americans who descend from unwilling,
Sinful slavery—
And could we kill covert CIA, bring John
F. Kennedy’s murderers to justice, tell the Truth
About All our Sins?  Re-open RFK, MLK,
The bullshit Chapman murder of Lennon with
Clear political pro-Reagan cold war motives.
“Earth is the right place for love,” Frost had
Something there.  “I don’t know where it’s
Likely to go better.”  Indeed.  I wish loud
Helicopter pilots would read that line,
And I guess that’s my Truth, spoon-fed in
Frostian lines to remind us all:
It’s not where you start, it’s where you
Wanna go that’s important.  Dream and do,
But do not do anything over doing something bad.
And do not say anything, over saying
Something untrue—especially from the Oval
Office in Washington.
One could do worse than be Donald Trump,
If he wisens up and clears out of
Politics before he winds up in jail…
And us?  May we pay all our debts, and
Invite the Indian back to the table they
Helped us to set.

—Love, Bill

It’s Time to Re-Open JFK

29 Wednesday Mar 2017

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AND INDICT CIA

-by Bill Watkins 3/29/2017

CIA Garbage1

***

All credible evidence and testimony point somewhere.

Regarding the murder of John F. Kennedy on November 22nd, 1963:  all credible evidence and testimony point toward CIA.

Toward Howard Hunt, Frank Sturgis, hitmen Gerry Patrick Hemming, the Novis Brothers and pilot Pedro Diaz Lanz.

Bitter, scared covert CIA and anti-Castro “professionals” hell-bent on saving the CIA against Kennedy review and change.

A group committed to revenge for the Bay of Pigs fiasco, and Kennedy’s lack of air support to that CIA failed mission.

Killing JFK to them also seemed the only chance for escalation in Vietnam, continuance of a kill Castro program, a possible calming down of liberal de-segregation policies and peaceful globalism.

Finally, war of course meant money to CIA and military personnel they controlled.

That control was a creeping death, unleashed by Truman in 1947, two years after a beautiful peace document was signed by the United Nations in San Francisco to hopefully avoid all wars.

From the CIA site:

FIt. Admr. William D. Leahy:

January 24, 1946: “At lunch today in the White House, with only members of the Staff present, RAdm. Sidney Souers and I were presented [by President Truman] with black cloaks, black hats, and wooden daggers, and the President read an amusing directive to us outlining some of our duties in the Central Intelligence Agency [sic], Cloak and Dagger Group of Snoopers.”

Nobody laughed in Guatemala when Howard Hunt and other CIA spooks perpetrated a covert propaganda campaign to influence the 1954 election.

Hunt’s “psychological warfare” helped lead a “near bloodless” revolt and coup to install the CIA’s favorite dictator du jour, to be replaced later by a “democratic election.” (Hunt v. Liberty Lobby, 1985)

Sound familiar?

Wherever there was communism, socialism or any “ism” uncomfortable to CIA and American capitalist expansion, there was the CIA operating with their apparent blank check covert cloaks and daggers.

El Salvador and Vietnam would be future targets of CIA manipulation, BUT NOT UNTIL KENNEDY WAS KILLED.  Kennedy was a fly in their poison, so they geared up Operation 40’s “kill Castro” objective to turn on JFK.

According to credible, life-risking Marita Lorenz testimony, a CIA murder caravan left Miami for Dallas before November 21, 1963.

Arrived.  Were paid by Hunt, visited by Oswald’s eventual killer, Jack Ruby.

Guns in cars, disguises, cover as policemen and secret service officers, trained to kill Castro.  How hard would Kennedy be to snuff out in ex-Deputy CIA director Charles Cabell’s neck of the woods?  His brother Earle was the Dallas mayor at the time.

Cabell was “ex”-Deputy CIA director because Kennedy fired him after the Bay of Pigs disaster.

Motive abound, the CIA—at least a part of it, moved in on JFK, who had expressed his desire to dismantle the covert cloak and dagger boys, saying “I will splinter the CIA into a thousand pieces and scatter it into the wind” a month before his death.

Murder. 11-22-63.

Then a bogus LBJ-instigated Warren Commission began to “investigate,” led by Allen Dulles, the CIA Director fired by Kennedy after Bay of Pigs.

Cover-up.  Propaganda.  CIA specialties went into effect.  Still are.

“Oswald did it.”  “Kennedy was a bad guy.”  “He was a womanizer.”

Gossip, innuendo, without fact.

“As long as they get distracted or forget.”

“Look at Trump!!!”

“Look at Russia!!!”

Yes.  Yes.

First, let’s look at CIA.  Then go back to slavery.  Then go back to Native America.

Redemption requires Truth.

—Bill Watkins, Alcoholic

The Coup of 1963

28 Tuesday Mar 2017

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CIA, JFK, Murder

-by Bill Watkins 3/28/2017

Coup1963

A branch of CIA, or all of it, was responsible for the murder of John F. Kennedy on November 22, 1963.  A branch related to Nixon’s Operation 40, which set out to kill Castro and re-establish a free, democratic and capitalist Cuba.

Kennedy became a big fly in the ointment of that mission, and left the American Bay of Pigs invasion without air support in 1961—causing that action to fail miserably.

Bush, Helms, Dulles, Hunt, Nixon, Hoover, Cabell—countless anti-Castro Cubans, U.S. military high-ups committed to “Spreading Democracy,” “Fighting the Spread of Communism,” and the ever-popular concept of “National Security,” Operation 40 itself:

Turned on Kennedy.

Not ready to strike right away, because assassinations take planning—JFK’s enemies waited for the right time.

JFK fired CIA director Allen Dulles and his deputy, General Charles Cabell, over the Bay of Pigs fiasco.  Dulles, the single most influential “spy” in history, involved with American foreign service since World War I—ousted just like that.

Deputy Cabell, also let go, had a brother in a high place that could come into play at a later date:  his brother Earle was the mayor of Dallas.

***

Well, off Kennedy goes.  His part in the Bay of Pigs was an immense learning experience that shaped his final two years.  He began to tear apart the CIA, promised to pull out of Vietnam, began to reach out to the Soviet Union—achieving a nuclear test ban treaty.

But not until after the Cuban Missile Crisis, an event that further informed the new JFK policy direction so despised by the CIA and U.S. military cold war establishment:

Peace at all costs, diplomacy at all costs—wait things out, be patient, and make brothers and friends out of the world, not enemies.

***

Enemies give military and covert CIA operatives their jobs and money.  Think of NBC’s RCA and all those military contracts.  Food on the table for the war machinists.  And Kennedy planned to take this away from them.

Well, every fire needs a spark, and hot and sultry New Orleans seemed to provide it.  Talk, planning and collusion—call it conspiracy, became rampant and contagious among U.S. Intelligence operators there according to New Orleans District Attorney Jim Garrison’s research.

And in the Miami area:

Operation 40 training sites flourished—the same ones involved with the Bay of Pigs, even George “41” Bush and his gun-running CIA outpost, “Zapata Oil” off the coast of Cuba.  His gun transport boat, “The Barbara,” a cold war cover only Yale’s Skull and Bones brothers could appreciate.

Hot, well-trained, racist, frustrated by JFK’s refusal to kill Castro, his promises for peace in Russia and Vietnam, his reaching out to Martin Luther King and the desegregation movement—constantly thwarting and ignoring military and intelligence advisers after the Bay of Pigs, the killers planned:

TO KILL THE PRESIDENT ON HIS TRIP TO DALLAS on NOVEMBER 22nd.  Ex-CIA deputy Charles Cabell’s brother, Dallas Mayor Earle Cabell, was available to help, and Dallas authorities with a knack for being a “part of history”—albeit a violent part, would surely be willing to contribute.

According to former Castro lover and CIA operative Marita Lorenz, a two-car caravan headed west out of Miami with weapons in the second car in early November.

Howard Hunt of Watergate fame arrived in Dallas on the 21st to meet the caravan, finalize plans and dole out money, also according to Lorenz testimony.

Lorenz, who risked her life to tell her story, further testified that Oswald’s eventual killer, Jack Ruby, stopped by the assassins’ motel in Dallas on the 21st.  Marita herself split the scene, knowing what these men were about to do; she went back to her child in Miami.  But when Ruby’s photo was widely published after he killed Oswald, she knew…

***

Death.  Murder.  A man, president, father, husband—murdered gruesomely in front of his wife.  The fence above the grassy knoll rocking with fire and plumes of smoke.  Eighty percent of all Dealey Plaza witnesses see and hear more gunfire from the knoll than from the Book Depository, where Oswald was according to the official government story supposed to be wreaking precise and devastating terror from the 6th floor window with a defective rifle.

Oswald is caught watching a movie later in the day, a patsy set up for years since Bay of Pigs.  A poor marksman according to nine out of ten of his Marine mates.  His gun the worst possible rifle for precision—laughed at in Italy as the gun that “lost the War.”

Oswald failed the nitrate test, proving that he did not even shoot a rifle that day; and the first rifle found in the Depository was a German Mauser—unrelated in any way to Lee and his Italian carbine.

Yet the FBI presents to the Warren Commission, formed by coup victor LBJ to investigate and report on the assassination, their conclusion that “Oswald, and Oswald alone, killed JFK.”

With a bad rifle from a bad, partially obstructed position, miraculously creating frontal wounds from behind the victim.  He murders Officer Tippit while escaping, they go on to frame.  A lone communist nut.

President Johnson, the big Coup of 1963 “winner,” headed to brand new policies and a complete change in direction away from peace and deeper than ever into Cold War.

Johnson escalated Vietnam, revoking JFK’s commitment to de-escalation.  Defeating the Soviets replaced Kennedy’s dialogue toward resolution and peace.  Castro and Cuba were squeezed with sanctions after a time under Kennedy that showed a potential for friendship according to French reporter, Jean Daniel.

The Cold War was back on, with CIA in true control of the American Government.

Here is a photograph of LBJ winning the presidency through CIA murder, winking to Texas Congressman Al Thomas, back left:

LBJ Wink to Al Thomas

Never mind Jackie’s tears or her future Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder from seeing her husband brutally murdered by her own government spies.

***

The Warren Commission overseen by Warren, led by Kennedy-fired Allen Dulles, was supposed to investigate and report on Kennedy’s murder and surrounding crimes.

It was instead a large-scale prosecution of the late Lee Harvey Oswald without a defense, violating the 6th Amendment of the U.S. Constitution.

Attorney Mark Lane was ready to defend Oswald, hired by Oswald’s mom, but the Commission refused Lane’s requests to participate in customary 6th amendment defense.

Dulles and the Commission seemed to say: “We must show our nation to be strong and win the Cold War.  We cannot have a Coup on our record—we’d be like other nations.”

Perhaps we are.

We Forget History – Ourselves

15 Wednesday Mar 2017

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The CIA, Killing Kennedy, Covering it Up;
Russia, Trump and the U.S. Now

-by Bill Watkins 3/15/2017

***

Get the log out of your own eye, before you get the splinter out of your brother’s eye.
–Matthew 7:5

We overreact to “now.”

We so easily neglect history, the past, our past. We forget that we said “okay” to indoctrinating a cloak and dagger covert CIA in 1947 on the White House steps.

Through a diabolical covert CIA, the United States manipulated free election processes in Guatemala, Chile, Vietnam and El Salvador to name a few.

The late great Mark Lane proved rightly to a jury in Miami, 1985, that Howard Hunt and CIA killed our own president, John F. Kennedy, then covered up the crime under the cold war veil of “national security” and “classified” documents.

Right now, on my TV screen is a Senate Hearing on Russia; their criminal hacking and manipulation of democracies, including ours.

A great process!! Go get ‘em!!!

BUT LET’S NOT FORGET KENNEDY. LET’S NOT FORGET OUR OWN PAST OF COVERT WORLD MANIPULATION.

We will get far better results at transparency, honesty, crime detection and fighting BY STARTING WITH OURSELVES.

Unlock and declassify documents that have nothing to do with national security.

JFK documents, and many “classified” matters are such to secure not our nation but CIA security—their jobs, the continuance of a “mission” that is one half good, one half bad:

The Good:

1. Preempt threats and further US national security objectives by collecting intelligence that matters, producing objective all-source analysis.

The Bad:

2. Conduct effective covert action as directed by the President, and safeguarding the secrets that help keep our Nation safe.

And the Ugly?

Forgetting the past.

False Report

30 Monday May 2016

Posted by Bill Watkins in Poetry, Politics

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JFK, Kennedy

The Budget is failing us.

Safety Last was not just a Harold Lloyd
movie, the clock stuck on political corruption
past twelve;

Harold reaching the summit impossibly
with one arm raised.

We promise to be gods as we rise
to the top, spend millions on ourselves,
“Vote For Me,” as our sidewalks
crack, and wear and breakdown—

Another day in the city, elections
coming up again.

Should we let a child vote, or send them
to the kids’ table to write graffiti and
join the local gangs?

I was ready by eight, Reagan against
Carter—pass me the ball, I know
what I like and want, I wanna vote,
I wanna help, let me in, let me in
Let me in, Please!

I want to begin!

By eighteen I’m drinking alcohol—burning
out on it, actually, middle finger
in the air, you could have
had me when I cared,

But missed me.

How many kids are we missing?

How many immigrants want to help,
but we make citizenship a matter of
place and time instead of Merit!

Take and pass a test!! You want to be
a part of and help our country, STEP UP!!

Age? Country of Origin?

Who cares about that, if a willing helpful
hand wants in to help?

Corrupt since Adam and Eve? Genocide
in the Philippines? World War I propaganda
and censorship of anti-war voices?

Killing Kennedy, covering up facts,
sitting on evidence—claiming “National
Security,” Big Brother?

Buying your way to political seats, getting
so fat you cannot even SEE my sidewalk.

When was the last time you huffed it on
our pavement, sans-tinted glass and
SUV’s, Mr. President down to City
Councils and Mayors, go fish with your
inflated salaries and dishonest campaign
casualties,

the ultimate loser, the tax payer—paying
for every corrupt act.

Then the police come and arrest the wrong
hack, because a neighborhood rose in
one voice against goodness, truth and law.

Wide is the path to Destruction, and many are on
it. Lying makes you average, Truth at risk
of rocking boats and padded cells, prepared
for you the moment the silver-spoon fed mayor
decides to skimp on infrastructure and Safety.

He spends on “Health” and Public Zoos, goes to
Dodger games, takes pictures with the famous.

The sirens and helicopters roar without a war,
as we finally figure out that shooting people
in the torso is not self-defense.

God Bless us back to the 10 commandments,
the Tao Te Ching.

Never bear false witness, number
nine on God’s list, Heaven
still on the line—

We can win this thing!

Plastic Bags

26 Wednesday Aug 2015

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JFK, John Lennon, MLK, RFK

You look at the easy way.

It’s easier. The easy route, please
some people, score some money
do what the last guy did and win
that political seat.

We forget to pause in the workaholic
anti-Tao of perfectionistic
American society, so that we
may be divinely perfect.

Absence of action is needed when
they call for “Death to Plastic
Bags.” The bags, they must
have grown legs and jumped into
the ocean, let’s quick fix it—pass
a law, it will keep me in office,
get me elected next time—

The voice of “green” is hot right now,
go with the first flow you
see on TV, they’re ticked because
plastic bags wrapped around
a pelican’s beak, it’s plastic
blood they seek!

We can act – or we can step back,
and think.

Maybe it isn’t the plastic bags at fault, but
the people young and old
who litter them.

Maybe law and civics should
take precedence and importance
over reading and math at schools,
break to principal’s orders and clean
up the school when litter is found
on the ground—

Teach kids something of value.

Perhaps the U.S. Constitution
should not be on the pedestal it
is on, let’s reinvent—especially
where it age discriminates, asserting
a man’s worth by how many times
the earth has rotated around the sun
while he’s been alive—Age discrimination!

No matter that he’s incompetent, he’s of age.
No matter he’s drunk swerving to the
polls, he’s of age, so let him go, better
than the twelve-year old who knows
everything about the candidates and wants
to help?

Better than the eight year old that wants
to be a part of things, has learned
to read, has a favorite candidate, cares
about his country.

Then there are the ladies, busting loose,
songs can sing it racial freedom growing
faster than the age barrier already mentioned—
police shootings?

That’s about violence not race, don’t
tell me it’s okay to shoot white people
in the torso, no thanks.

Go to non-lethal. Works for European
police, why not ours?

The 2nd Amendment needs serious review,
scratch that repeal. Justification
for every violent sin, a horrible “Right”
written by 18th century racist, violent men
doing the best that they can, but please:

Let’s knock ‘em off that pedestal, for once
and for all.

Kennedy killed by rogue CIA’s, Truman’s
perverted outfit still preaching and
perpetrating Covert and Secret ops like it
was written into that backward constitution,
and so becoming the fourth branch of
government behind our backs,
Cold War serving their payrolls, making them rich—
the blood of the world bowing to their
Capitalist expansion.

Lethal weapons are the Devil; stand by
him and do your evil, God Will Win;

And our country will too, it belongs
to God, the Indians.

I’m not saying we go back, we fought
them and won some fights, the British,
the Spanish, the Mexican War still
being fought—mostly in Los Angeles.

A border wall could go up and should
as long as landscaping, flowers and trees
make it all pretty.

When you accumulate territory, fence it off,
the mansions of Beverly Hills have walls,
why not our country?

Would make Mexico stronger too, they’d
have to look to themselves more, and
Mexican people running from violence,
abuse, drug wars and hell, will have
to hunker down and elect a woman or
child to lead them out of Porfirio Diaz’
European adventure gone bad—the scoundrel
acts politicians repeat over and
over again, we’ll see it as long
as we allow money to buy leadership
seats.

My dad is ninety, he and I opposites in
every political way but one: politicians rape
the process, and lack the balls to win
with ideas, scrap it out, trust in ideas,
scrap it out, let media take hold the
ones that care and really work—scrap it out…

Or we can just teach kids it’s okay to litter,
just not plastic bags. And by the way, you
are the future, young people, BUT NOT
ALLOWED TO VOTE OR PARTICIPATE in
our country. Until you are jaded like us, run
for the senate when you’re balls and boobs start
sagging, now you’re ready to really give of the
anger from your failed lives.

Plastic Bags? Shoot Kennedy in the head
and lock up the documents that point
to LBJ, Allen Dulles, Nixon, Bush, and every
coward to ever take the oath of office
on JFK’s blood.

Next to his, the blood of Oswald, the
fallen Patriots John Lennon, Martin
Luther King Jr., Robert F. Kennedy,
all the courageous JFK witnesses snuffed
out by rogue Cold War coverts bent
on putting the fight against Communism
ahead of human life.

God bless us, I forgive us, can you?

My uncle served to the highest navy
level, left his mark, achieved greatness
and could make a nephew feel like
a champ, I salute the Navy
and Army—all the Defenses, not forces,
serving not killing, the effort to
scramble and hustle until you promote
your way up—Yes Sir!

God rid us of the Diabolical side, help
us study the path of non-lethal politics
and policing; forgive us our stepping
in front!

(one thing the forefathers did better
than we; supplication to Higher Power,
they brought not religion into politics,
but God.)

G.ood O.rderly D.irection, Something
under which to be humble, Geocracy
makes more sense that Democracy,
allow me to define:

Where God, Earth and People rule, not
just “people,” an impossibility during
an earthquake or hurricane, we are not
alone!!!!!

Nascar knows it, keeps Sunday as Sabbath,
we’d all be wise to keep a day of the week
to pray.

Knock off those parking meters for that day
and watch Karma rise, the City of L.A.
become more than a bastion
of civil war and illegal aliens, but one day
of Angels.

The wall to our South might help with
that. Plastic bags are a great product,
reinstate them.

And teach our kids, in public schools,
private schools, all schools:

Not to litter.

Get a non-lethal force to help our sick,
violent killing team; relieve them, keep
a handful of SWAT like London does in case
the wheels come off, but stop
patrolling US like WE are the ENEMY.

You are, getting your first holster at
the police academy. Being yelled at
by a drill sergeant, learning to detach,
not to care, and to toughen up;

No thanks, we need caring, not killing;
Love, not the Easy path that is Hitting Back,
getting mad, and delivering mad’s
punch, as if the world needs another death,

Osama Bin Laden not a god—just another
man killed by stupidity and expensive political
seats.

Plastic bags and beer ads—
you ban a bag before those ads?

Cigarettes are no good for TV and radio after
1970 but alcohol is? A flammable,
volatile, toxic substance for “drinking?”

Jesus. I love you, America, this has been
a test, this is only
a test, then a dream, then I’ll
wear the right shirt at the market that
says, “I don’t give a shit about plastic bags.”

Bloom

22 Wednesday Apr 2015

Posted by Bill Watkins in Allegory, Nature

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Elmer Bernstein, JFK, Joy, Love, Peace

Prosper in no space but your
own; spread out green across the
face of doubt,

The banks of shimmering sunsets
out to pasture.

The peace is bound to be there.

Accept the warmth when cold, the
shadow when hot, cool breezes in
time to heal,

A water emerges from you, from
without too, evaporation
creating the dream of truth
on the horizon as you wait for
wet.

God is watching the rainbow as we
Hers after the rain; Hers on mountainsides
from Greyhound in Spring up
to the Area’s brisk bay.

When I cannot find the Power to
express, undress. Know. The rainbow
is gold before found in pots by lovers
and streams.

God is pleased when we bloom; all that
work to let it out suddenly.

So private are we, so introspective until
the fall. We gather steam, are as much
a self-willed as inspired dream as we wake up
to one more thing, again and again

The Autumn of Regret falling.

Bloom: where planted they say, or
release your pollen of paintings, songs
and books across all divides to end
up at new beginning’s silver intermission.

Elmer Bernstein’s playing something classical
against our laughs, and with us is God
laughing, hopeful like us—

Meanwhile we sift through the soil, private
in that redundant Winter until alone we know:

There will be another summer, with or without
bodies, the essences of Truth
on a JFK flag, holding on to your ideals against
threats and bothers.

War is the sprouting of a seed through snow and
dirt and water and wind.

Ahhhhh! Reach up to the Sun at least one more time,

One more day. Now, then, with me and give thoughts
to your descent, shower in light and give again…

Expression, God on a higher hill laughing…

Waiting, awaiting your bloom.

***

So eat, drink, replenish and be ready, and
when or if called… open. If not called, open
louder and brighter.

If never called, know that God was calling,
never more pleased as at the lonely
bloom blooming uphill against the storm.

You are recorded, you are here;
there are no enemies at the core—

Shout “Joy” at blooms to be, so that
forever shall there be more…

Life. The only worthwhile war.

Life Changer

20 Tuesday Jan 2015

Posted by Bill Watkins in Life, Sports

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Jacqueline Kennedy, JFK, Joy, Justice, Lack of Justice, LBJ, Love, Peace, PTSD

Sports Anonymous

Weird waking up from apparent truth.

You wake to a new you, the one that failed
a wreck on the floor.

Step on him and walk away now—

Truth, justice, the American way,
no system above corruption we had
a coup too in 1963 not two, and you?

You told me sports was fun, you watched
it on TV, signed me up, it’s what was done;
be a kid, mess around, get a summer job,
go to school, college then you’re set.

I’m forty-two and not set yet.

Fight a war and “win,” where should
I start with that, I can’t hardly begin—

Peace is not a riddle; it’s written all over
the U.N. charter, beginning end and middle.

It’s easy except the Devil’s will to muck up
perfect, alter flows until who knows?

Even you can be an enemy of the state. Or
a new one create? When this one doesn’t
serve, retire to the peace in your mind
called peace of mind, knowing you did
your best take that John Wooden poster
out of your chest, fall down and get up again,
all heart and no play, makes Jack a healthy
president until they take him away…

Killed in the middle of the day. Blood and
wives, new president sworn in that red pool,
smiling and winking at his congressman friend,
LBJ—I guess he’s got a library too,

We have plenty of money to kill the enemies,
That Devil at work, convincing the shadow it’s you.

I leave and I live, have walked away from two
addictions: Sports and alcohol.

The game I played, the goals I scored, all at
the expense of the homeless man’s lack
of sleep, Jacqueline Kennedy’s PTSD,
we should have been her comfort and arrested
the men responsible for death and pain.

Instead we sent Dulles to manipulate results
away from Truth to Oswald the St. Patty’s Day
of Patsies, and we all stood stupefied,

Because if like me you had family money?

You went to college, played sports, kept
your grades up, and thanked God
for National Security.

And the U.N., shining blue in the night,
seeks our day, the light in us to shine.

Give up the sport, the fight, the clinking
golden false delight, Lord Dewar out of
sight!!

And Try. Just try…

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