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De-Corrupting Politics

26 Thursday Mar 2015

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Ay Dios mío, como dicen
debajo la frontera, mi tierra
hablo de mi gente, disfrutando
el día, debajo debajo debajo—

El sol de triunfo!!

Paz, libertad. Bailamos el rumbo!!

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Politics? Really?? Yes indeedy, it starts
with an idea, but recently it’s been squashed
by me, me, me—and this desire to
get elected, be famous, get paid—

What happened to the community?

To service?

Oh, my bad, wait—is this the self-service
line? Ah, yes!!! Selfishness!!!
We’ve strayed from service, this is
a mess, Politics prey to the same
psychotic temptations to do evil
as any child approaching that bar-b-que
beer left out on the table unattended,

Pick it up!!!

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Clean it up!!

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We can do better, it’s a decision we
make each day to change or fix
what’s broken.

Any institution that murders and covers
up like in 1963, November 22—where were
you?

Me, I wasn‘t born yet, but I can read now
and watch TV. Enough to see when media
spins past evidence and testimony to give you
the solution and easy answer that allow you
to go about your business, thinking those
in “power” (big quotes) are basically okay,
business as usual, never mind Jackie’s PTSD,
it’ll all go away, what’s the matter with secrets
anyway?

Well, they kill alcoholics to begin with,
but let’s keep to politics and define it
for a moment, the way we’ve been corrupted
to define it, on Google:
1. noun: politics:
the activities associated with the
governance of a country or other area,
especially the debate or conflict among
individuals or parties having or hoping
to achieve power.
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I’m almost speechless. I did not
make that up, it’s on Google this
day, March 20, 2015.

It’s hard to move on, but I guess we should—
let’s indeed run from Google, if
that’s the best they can do here.

POWER?!?!!? Laugh out loud, O.M.
Gosh, I’ve seen a lot of Power in my day,
but never from Politics. God, Higher
Power, Earthquakes, Tsunamis, Hurricanes,
The Seasons, Mother Nature, the Stars,
the Galaxy, Infinite wonder—this Universe
beyond reach….

And then we talk about the president of
the “United States of America?” This country
by uninformed called “the most powerful…”
(I can’t even complete that clichéd phrase, it
makes me sorta’ sick!)

Let’s calm down, newbie USA, we are one
of the youngest, brashest nations in
the world to be sure. But the…. “Best???”

‘Scuse me I just puked. I digress, let’s get past this
stupidity and just call our ignorance
ignorance, or at least a big case of
ethnocentrism.

And I digress again to say that
the farther we fall from Galileo’s
renaissance, the closer we stand
in chaos.

And the closer we study the God
of outdated Darker Ages, the sooner
we’ll have peace.

Or visit China in 600 BC. Lao Tsu,
writing a poem, knowing he could
never change the world…

But he tried anyway.

Let go, and yield to nothing. Give
all you got… Wave, sink, float—
vote…

And for God’s sake, let us pray
and aspire—something not religious
but auspicious of properly placed
aerobic undressing of distress
in capitalist marketplaced devils
in sheep—
the goodness in us Grace to keep,
so say thanks, as the wave
passes by overhead. Real Power,
real force—

Peace of mind awaiting only effort,
so show up and let our kids vote.

Ideas don’t have ages, just reasons,
suns setting late, daylight savings
almost as big a joke as Dulles on
Warren, a publically-funded library
dedicated to the king of Watergate!

The Coup of 1963, the last of many
foul cover-ups in the way, let’s stop
the shooting for one week.

Even police and military training

Gosh the birds are heard, ground planes?

Ahh, politics of, for and related to citizens,
so therefore to the corrupt: Good bye,

you are revoked, because…

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men [and Women] are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just [blessings] from the consent of the governed, that whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its [blessings] in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.

DE-Classify TODAY!!!!!!!
LET KIDS VOTE
MAY IDEAS, not Money and Solicitation
Win Political Seats…!
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Outlaw Private Campaign Spending!!

Tell her You Like Her

24 Tuesday Feb 2015

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Jeez, get some guts?

But it’s more than that, I
needed prayer. Before I even
knew it I needed prayer.

To be the kind of truth-sayer that
could produce the sooth
to sooth the soothing sometimes
cumbersome inkling to love—

Tell her!!

I grew up confused, divorce
was not a ruse, a microchip burst
when at six o’clock I didn’t
see Dad first… so I dreamed all
my dreams alone.

Finally someone got in there,
it was a pro paid money to
get in there—it was super cool
though how he did it—he
did it with soul and care,
not like a robot being paid to be there.

I love life, but this love
must have the courage to be true
if ever you’re to have a wife.

Chuckle and laugh—that’s
okay today… but from pro’s
or honest friends, or priests or
doctors do not stray.

There may be help, and with
dating we all need it because
guess what? It’s a challenge
for every single one of us, adult
and child alike.

So welcome to the club young people,
ask for help and do right!!!

Life Changer

20 Tuesday Jan 2015

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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…

Campaign Fund

17 Saturday Jan 2015

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I could have entitled the poem
Fuck Shit Pussy, and much of what
I wanted to say would have been said.

Emotions hover around visions of
John Adams and Jefferson, accepting
their nominations with humility
and honor, doing their best.

How much did John Adams spend
en route to victory in 1796? How much
money in political contributions did
he make?

A central bank, Hamilton’s Treasury
Department, an army in peacetime
chompin’ at the bit to fight (or else why
train?), good and evil elements spitting
through the cracks in Government…

Ah!! If only the world and life itself
could be controlled by voting.

Politics an okay pursuit, for why not
attempt to order chaos around,
it’s fun—what Da Vinci did with
some colors and a canvas, smile!

The Mona Lisa is divine…

So could our lives be; check in,
check ourselves—Change, revolve
and so let’s go back to a new
beginning. Earn our fireworks
on July 4th, aim with me a poetic
hopeful atom bomb at:

CAMPAIGN SPENDING.

Blow it up. Kill it all, turn our
will and political lives back to
effort, truth and humble acceptance
of nominations bestowed on the
deserving.

Ideas and effort, not soliciting and money—

Could you imagine like me, the beauty
in that City Hall or Capital party, the
day we turn it all over to the people,
to a better process.

Ideas having priority, age would cease to
matter, we could raise up a fifteen
year old to lead, if they had the ideas
and drive—why not?

We claim they’re the future… I give my
power away today. Past 35, we’re all in
descent, let’s get honest as our private
parts drop, encourage kids to rise up—
Let’s GO!!

You know, this could be great—we weed
out the weeds. But then there’s salary—even
Adams made a big one for public service
in politics.

The root of all evil? When pursued, yes.
When accepted as a thing among 10,000
things, taken or left—

Fine.

Public office acquired by campaign funds
to secure a career? The best solicitor wins?

This thing could be idea-run… we must
decide.

“Staying Gold?!!?”

11 Sunday Jan 2015

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Gold of Youth

Before the fall is the example to all;
Before we sinned, we sensed with
five senses everything we did, and
we smiled the free smile of innocence.

We must go back… How can it be done?

Is the return possible, in the smile
of another? A “forlorn and shipwrecked
brother,” who upon seeing you,
sees him or herself, takes “heart again,”
you make friends.

We make amends.

Can a government go back, and
apologize for JFK? MLK? RFK?

Vietnam? Naming a library “Nixon” and
funding it?

Simple changes can make a difference.
Call it “The National Crime Library”
and I’d surely visit…

De-classify all the documents, air the
laundry, admit when we err, and let us
grieve together the assassinations
of Peace-seekers.

Meanwhile to the War-monger I
reach out my hand… I love you, man,
and you cringe and call us homophobic
names for cigarettes and burning logs.

You cringe because you reject what
Daddy never gave you. You resent,
now, what Mom could not supply, and
instead of expressing love:

You drink alcohol and linger in
homicidal suicidal states of mind,
laughing like Beavis and Butthead in
a circle jerk of pot smoke and hidden
regret.

You want to do more, but the mountain
to climb out of pain seems too high,
too great, so let’s get high—

But I tell you now: It’s not too late.

Turn around. Justice Department:
turn around… Make this country less like
a joke, more like a newborn child.

Strive for good, be bold, and when we
err, admitting and laughing is better than
that scared proud circle of pot…

Bothering the neighbors, lying to the
press, creating your own media branch
to cloud more and more people with your
lies… You think you can hide, but the truth
is never closer than the guilt that burns
inside—let it out!!

And let us heal. And so let us return
to the Gold of Youth. Reborn, we see
no enemies but fear, FDR had something
there—

And we shake hands and die, so the truth
may in the morning sunlight live, grow, die
and live—

Die and Live, die and live, die
To Live

1st Poem of 2015:

09 Friday Jan 2015

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Christian Subversive

I am not mainstream. I used
to be, gobbled up what you see,
a bank there, a school here;

Some day that school will feed
my 9 to 5 lack of beard.

Then I got sober…

Mainstream must be Jesus’
wide path to destruction, where
sadly, many are heading…

I am not this, not that, I still
get money from Mom and Dad—
only fair perhaps, because my
bright childhood flame
was doused with bourbon and water,
on Dad’s lap I sold my soul
to fire—

The Devil a rainbow sold
in the gold of clinking glasses, a blast from
the stinking past is… what it is:

God grant us peace, as we go from
here to do your bidding, I’m not
kidding I started a ministry when homeless
try that on for winning.

Peace, truth, the universal me and you;

God give us all and nothing less
The wisdom to know we don’t know;
the Power to give it away to you
so that we may enjoy our days
worry free, that weight off backs
no more.

I’m off the mainstream now,
A Christian subversive spouting
revolution because the status quo
doesn’t work for me.

Give kids the vote, America, disarm
Police men and women, Thou
Shalt Not Kill is still a commandment
to adhere to guys and gals, there’s
no amendment to it that says
“Justified homicide” or “in-policy”
murder.

Ahh! Don’t look at me for punishment,
look at Raskolnikov, the Devil hiding
God in your heart leaving you
to suffer when doing wrong, you run—

You cannot escape your punishment
as long as guilt still dines on the guts
of regret.

You will die yet; or choose eternal life,
come with me down the true path,
the hard but truth test, the no need
for bullet proof vest got a cross
on my chest, back and forth in
and out redress of past wounds in frilly
dresses, yes, and I’m:

A revolutionary without a gun,
call me Bill in print or cursive:

Call me Christian subversive.

The New Year

29 Monday Dec 2014

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Every year I used to recollect and
reflect upon the truth and “what it
seems” of all things.

Friends are my teachers, and we take
long walks with journals and push until
the envelope bends to breaking point.

Send it…

Truth’s ironic, the mundane poetic
as we let go of sounds and
“sounds like” in place of pain,
inventing sadness out of rain
much in the way rainbows calm clouds
out of hiding, resulting in misty gold.

Onion rings, things and peace, from
atop South American jungle waterfalls
the truth it rings, and so the balls drop
off of buildings, and we check another Roman
calendar—it makes sense, the suns
and planets doing their thing, ours to record.

Chuckling to connect dots we take
words and take them apart, ones that
never knew they rhymed together chime their
butterfly wing alarms, ride off into the sunset,
lovers at last. We pick up an old book, watch an
old movie, hear an old song and are sure we
must have been married to a different life
before.

Reincarnation’s not for me to expound
as another year goes down, the last of this exploding
in illegal fireworks down the street.

I’ve seen, heard and felt the fragrance
of laughter, the scent of forever in moments
as dead as light in a cave to a submarined
revolutionary thought.

We must come to the surface.

The unity is bound to be what it was always,
descending from a Higher Power. Because we are
so different, the need for one center will drive
the nations forward in prayer as we collect
data, scrape and dust, re-create our day
a smile of hope lighting the way…
the cave opened, the vessel its lighthouse
shining, the connections more and more
evident until…

Until….

Stuck in eternity we cannot improve the
world, Lao Tsu was right, but we’ll try,
and in that says Dickens’ Mrs. Chick we’ve done
enough to be alive.

“Yeah,” says Wyatt Earp, a quick belch
from Mary Poppins call it a burp, a spoonful of
sweet remembering cancels out the quenching
fire of nothing, making it everything.

The same thing. Happy New Year, Borges.

Summing Up JFK — Halftime…

22 Monday Dec 2014

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Conspiracy Fact

The Devil wants everybody dead,
instilled the fear to kill first in
many, and revels in your secret
society, the darker—the more robes
and chanting, the better.

Give the Devil, fear, an inch and
he’ll take ten miles, let that
cat of its bag—watch it run amuck
all over this planet, Truman named
it the CIA.

God bless information, and defending
borders—I always said our borders
are like a front door. “Knock, knock”
then “Who is it?” And if they be friend
open up, let them pass, God bless them
and you for the welcome mat.

If you sense evil or violence at your
door, who do you call?

The temptation is for fighting fire
with fire, pre-emptive strikes—use force.

But I’ve seen more done with prayer,
ministry and love, than fear’s hate,
“hatred leads to suffering,” Yoda reminded,

So the game is still “good” and “evil,” still
the same deal; growing up you just realize
the fallibility of every human being—

And every human gathering, social group,
political organization, government!!

All fallible, all faulty, all capable of good
and bad.

I used to think such a large group of people
in space called the United States of America
and its government must be right!!

Um… not so much. We are like any
other nation.

The wisest nation realizes this, and looks
to Higher Power still, for guidance and
direction.

The Ten Commandments STILL are good;
Killing and bearing false witness against
thy neighbor STILL bad!!!

Crimes are punished not principally
and most importantly by us, but by
God, conscience, karma, dharma,

And if you step back as Lao Tsu suggests,
you will enjoy this world more—

Knowing we cannot change it.

This was supposed to be about
John F. Kennedy and his murder—
those who committed it still “running”
our country.

I am running after them, not to
murder back, but to minister, to shine
a light, fall in love again with truth,
and take them with me to Betty Ford
and beyond where I’ve been lucky enough
to go.

To share my spiritual awakening with fear
itself: Skull and Bones not knowing it’s
evil, just waiting for a better idea.

Truman’s covert getting caught, and Cuba
being freed, I love my right wing southern
white drawlers, who grew up shooting guns
and fighting because that’s what Daddy did.

He also went to church, Dad did, and good
fought with evil—faith with fear—in him as well.

I don’t know if he won or lost there, but
you could win by putting your gun down,
and if the fighting continues you’ll have to
take one on the cheek as Jesus taught, then
give your other cheek.

Watch the fear run for the hills, when you
embrace pain as part of all things, a path to
joy.

Lies abound, and that’s a conspiracy fact,
so many lies supporting the business of government
that it seems impossible to go back and mend
our broken fences, like JFK.

So the Justice Department keeps lying, supporting
the Coup of 1963, for the truth is too scary,
could “mean my job;” I’m just hanging on here
to life, isn’t that enough?

God wants our truth, you do too, and your awakening
awaits the moment you let the guard down,
let them enter your house (say a prayer first),
recall something good in your life, like youth.

Perhaps you missed it, I have drank it away,
but it’s never too late.

Dallas Police, Justice Department, FBI, CIA,
Johnson, Nixon, and the Bush family God
Bless You…

Tell the truth, and be set free.

Yale’s youth, bewitched in dark roomed
cliques, God bless you…

Tell the truth, and be set free.

U.S. Armed Forces stand down, and
wait for commands from New York;
there’s a World Peace outlet at work
there.

Jesus

Put Your Guns Down…

20 Saturday Dec 2014

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Put it Down

I guess we all have to live our
own lives, make mistakes—
fall on our face, we must
learn our own way and can’t
or won’t always be taught another…

We come from where we come
from, some are book smart or dumb,
others with street savvy, others can
ride a horse, know what to do in
a barn—

Still others work on a farm, and the
city slicker like me’d be lost
outside the city… until found.

Like a Frost poem from long ago
we are called to what we’re called to,
I hope you find your way from ground
to air to ground, over rivers and snow;
the journey that’s life takes what it takes,

and gives when it can, evil fighting good
and vice versa, Tao Te Ching still yelling
out “you cannot change the world,” and yet
we try and we try and we try,
‘cause that’s our job.

The pacifist calls the military man,
asks does he want a show, because
“I dream to love you guys anyway,
your choice not being mine, but maybe
by us mixing we’ll learn from each other—
be fine.”

And the comic visits military bases,
and the world looks more and more like
the charter from the United Nations…

The U.S. finally gives up its Covert Operations
because you can’t rightly shake hands
with your brother, steal the cash from
his underwear drawer, and be ethical
all at once.

Something’s gotta give, and maybe
it’s that military boy after the show,
having heard some words he liked
He wonders why Dad never told
him so…

Life, what a mess—sometimes to figure
it out you gotta be Elliot Ness, Wyatt Earp
or Lao Tsu—

Someone knew but shhh! The FBI is listening,
the good part of the CIA taking notes,
the bad being forgotten as Obama with heart

Welcomes the Cubans back to the dinner
table. It’s not about agreeing all the time.

Tolerance good enough and that brings
in Mary:

“Enough is as good as a feast.”

Well then, ready to drop your gun?

Put it down, next to mine, let’s you
and I get a pad out and make a schedule
for today—

16 hours to kill—

Scratch that. 16 hours without killing,
without assaulting, without something
to get in the way of contented sleep,
maybe go for a walk and read, do some work,
housework is fine.

Force times distance keeping us
six feet above the end, so that we
can be friends and sleep.

see ya in 8

U.N. Apology

14 Sunday Dec 2014

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We apologize for starting you
and not believing in you.

We apologize for the insane
nationalism of certain
scared rich Americans, who fear
“war on our soil” so bring it
preemptively to foreign regions.

Illegal is irrelevant to the silver-
spooned Ivy League “entitled.”

Bush family secrets, Skull and Bone
sinister eggs hatching in the
heart of the Beast.

American lives bought and sold—
lost and killed, CIA covert squads,
so sad, the Warren Commission
overseeing Kennedy’s case biased
and set on revenge for Ike’s
Bay of Pigs gone wrong, the fired-
by-Kennedy CIA head a member!!

I got bounced from jury duty for less
interest conflicted, Kennedy
assassinated over and over again with
each Chief sworn in on his grave.

Politics here a joke, signatures or money
to get on a ballot—IDEAS?? Shoved to
oblivion are concepts, that fear of
loss driving evil forward, away from peace—

From taking it on the cheek and giving
also the other cheek to hit, we used
to be a Christian nation.

But we warred, and having been hurt
enough, we gathered with you in ‘45
and charted a peaceful path. Mouths
moving while covert operations got
ratified by the atomic bomb-dropper
himself in ’47.

Covert operations with no checks and balances
from the people between the President
and untold violence.

“National Security” and patriotism touted
as fear is raised in red, white and blue.

Skull and Bone capes and robes swearing
silence as we guard truth, stamp it
“classified” and pitch to the people
“safety” and unity—

We’ve been had.

Smile, it’s worse that it seems, the Devil
cluttering our dreams; violence
and sports, violent sports, violence as
sport, and then more knocking on your
door asking for your support.

Say “no,” Americans, until Election
Reform supplants the garbage seeking
self now at the head of our country’s table.

An apology within an apology now
may I make to the U.N. for using this
apology to implore Americans to be better.

That is not your fault, our straying and needing
to be better, but let’s call it our
mutual concern that every nation
strive to improve on our way to
the pageant’s common goal year after
year of World Peace.

Please, I offer our faults for you to
correct, and I turn our government in to
you to observe at will. To decide our fate.

We shall have a vote but not more than
one, like any nation.

Our nationalism, the “covert” diabolical
side to CIA—should now and forever
be made ILLEGAL.

May we from now forward abolish
the backdoor, hidden policy in favor
of the front door.

May we come out of our closet to
shake the world’s hand.

Cuff us ’til this happens;
we are criminals, and I—

We I hope. Are sorry