BLOOD SACRIFICE

 

Satan shall turn loose “The dogs of war”

“Gourd of ashes” dropped, like Nippon before

Assault on Persia spearheaded by “The Beast”

Then blood-sacrifice resumes in Middle East

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"WE ARE THE 99%"

People bravely took to city streets
Determined to effect positive change
Occupying parks n’ other public places
Beginning with Wall St. stock exchange


Carrying placards, expressing discontent
They set up tents preparing for “Long term”
Non-violent “Occupiers” did shout n’ vent
Making mayors n’ officials sweat n’ squirm;


After hearing in one-voice “We’re the 99%”


Police n’ agent provocateurs’ would try
To incite the growing crowds to violence
Remaining calm the people refused comply
One flustered cop maced helpless women,
Trapped behind an orange fence


Occupation is but one finger in a leaky dike
‘Til All of The 99%” go out on “General strike"


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HIT 'EM WHERE IT HURTS

“Occupy Cities” calling for a “General Strike”

Asking that citizens engage in nothing taxable

To send a message to the 1% they won’t like

To let them know that “Greed is off the table”

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“Why will a General Strike work?

Simple:

It attacks the government in a lawful, peaceful manner in the one way they cannot counteract:

It cuts off their funding!

You can't tax what doesn't happen, basically. This is the people's way to peacefully withdraw consent to being governed.

You buy nothing, you perform no work, you do nothing that is taxable.”

PASSION (TAKES FLIGHT)

 

Walk along any crowded city street

See vacant stares on a sea of human faces

How stiff they walk on frozen feet

Of long forgotten social graces

Is passion within a human heart now gone,

As far as knowing eyes can see?

Is love and joy no longer paragon?

Oh Lord, why won’t they look at me?

Thy passion “Vincent” helps them take wing,

As paint on canvas did so long ago

Lovely are the words your paintings sing,

As if by magic, vivid flowers seem to grow

Soon, God’s Hands shall touch our hearts again,

The long forgotten buried and the walking dead

Made afresh…what was once arcane

The Will and Love of God shall again embed

Countless souls shall embark on upward flight,

None shall rest until they reach Eternal Light

(This revised poem was inspired by poet MKP)

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SHE NEVER QUITE WENT ALL THE WAY

 

Up in Portland lived a girl named Nadine

One of the prettiest women I’d ever seen

She always seemed detached, even blasé;

Though she had a beautiful body

And knew how to use it

She never quite went all the way

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LIFE and DEATH

You would know the secret of death;

But how shall you find it unless you seek it in life?

The owl whose night eyes are blind to daylight,

Cannot unveil the mystery of light.

If you yearn to see the spirit of death,

Open your heart wide to the wonder of life.

For life and death are one, even as a river and sea are one.

In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent,

Knowledge of the great beyond;

And like seeds dreaming ‘neath the snow,

Your heart dreams of spring.

Trust your dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.

Your fear of death is but the trembling subject,

Waiting to be honored by his king.

Is the subject not joyful beneath his trembling?

That he shall wear the mark of the king?

Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?

For what is it to die but to stand naked,

In the wind and melt into the sun?

And what is it to cease breathing,

But to free the breath from restless tides,

That it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you sing?

And when you have reached the mountain top,

Then you shall begin to climb!

And when the earth shall claim your limbs,

Then shall you truly dance.

(Inspired by Kahlil Gibran)

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FRIENDSHIPS BEGIN…

Friendships begin where the road ends
Though the ruts may be muddy n’ deep
Count not the number of your friends,
And cherish the precious ones you keep


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PRAYER

Beloved you only pray in times of stress or need.

Forget not to pray for the joy and abundance you already have.

Prayer is but the expansion of your self into the Cosmos.

If it is for your comfort to pour darkness into space,

It should also be your delight to pour out the dawning of your soul.

If you cannot but weep when your soul summons you to prayer,

Trust that after weeping you shall find laughter.

When you pray you rise to meet in the air others who pray.

And you recognize each other in sweet communion.

Know that when you enter prayer with no other purpose than asking,

For the sake of asking you shall not receive.

Be invisible and pray not before men.

Beloved I cannot teach you how to pray with words as,

You have but to allow God to speak through your lips.

If you but listen to the stillness of the night you shall hear;

“Father your will is our will”

We need not ask for anything, because you know our needs before us.

Father you are our only need, for in giving of yourself you gives us everything.

(Inspired by Kahlil Gibran)

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DEADLY CHEMICAL FALLOUT

If your neck isn’t broken...look up!
What you see may blow your mind
World governments lie to cover-up
Hoping we remain deaf, mute n’ blind


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GOOD and EVIL

I shall speak of the good but not the evil within you.

For what is evil but good tortured by hunger and thirst?

In truth when good is hungry it seeks food in dark places,

And when thirsty truth drinks from dead water.

Goodness comes when you are one with yourself.

Yet when you are not at one with yourself you are not evil.

A house divided is not a den of thieves; it’s only a divided house.

You are good when you strive to give the best of yourself;

Yet you are not evil when you seek personal gain.

When you strive for gain you are like a root,

Seeking growth whilst clinging to the Earth.

You are good when you are fully awake in your speech.

Yet you are not evil when you sleep and babble without purpose.

You are good when you walk to your goal firmly with bold steps;

Yet you are not evil when you go forth limping,

For even while staggering and limping you move forward.

You are good in countless ways, yet are not evil when you are not good;

You are only lazy and loitering.

In your longing for “My Higher Self” lies your goodness.

This inherent and “God Given” longing is in everyone.

(Inspired by Kahlil Gibran)

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TIME

Why do you measure time when time is measureless?

Why do you adjust your conduct and direct,

The course of your spirit according to hours and seasons?

You’ve made time a stream upon whose bank you sit and watch flowing.

The timeless in you is aware of life’s timelessness,

And knows that yesterday is but today’s memory and

Tomorrow is but today’s dream.

That which sings and contemplates in you still,

Dwells within the bounds of the first moment which

Scattered the stars into space.

If you must measure time into seasons, let each

Season encircle all the other seasons.

Indeed, let today embrace the past with remembrance,

And the future with sweet longing.

(Inspired by Kahlil Gibran)

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WHY “OCCUPY” IS NECESSARY

We’re victims of “Problem, reaction, solution”
Perpetrated by minions of a few evil oligarchs;
Who control finance, resources and the media
“Real change” is now why “Occupy” embarks


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SILENCE AND TALKING

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts

You cannot stand the solitude of your heart, so you speak out

Indeed, you talk from fear of being alone,

Sound becomes a diversion and a pass-time

The silence of aloneness reveals your naked self, so you seek escape

You talk without knowledge revealing truth you do not understand

When you meet a friend let spirit guide your lips and direct speech

Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear;

His soul will know the truth from your heart

Like the taste of wine remembered,

When the color is forgotten and the vessel is no more

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(Inspired by Kahlil Gibran)

GAG ORDER BY DEATH

Libyan dictator fell from grace

The West moved to him depose

Feared he’d talk, they gave chase

His mouth they sought to close

Put two in his legs, one in the face

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WORSE, WORSER, WORST

As if bank bailouts weren’t enough
B of A unilaterally petitions FDIC
To shift $75 trillion onto taxpayers
Means economic slavery for you n’ me

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http://seekingalpha.com/article/301260-bank-of-america-dumps-75-trillion-in-derivatives-on-u-s-taxpayers-with-federal-approval

THANK YOU NAOMI KLEIN

She spoke out defending “The First Amendment”

In support of “Occupy Wall Street” protesters

“The Right to assemble” police tried circumvent

Lied about “No Permits”, cuffed n’ did arrest her

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http://dprogram.net/2011/10/21/how-i-was-arrested-at-occupy-wall-street-naomi-wolf/?utm_source=twitterfeed&utm_medium=twitter

PLASTIC JESUS

Some may laugh, some may tease us

For placing trust in a plastic Jesus

They think he’s just a cheap accessory

Comes in colors, pink n’ pleasant

Glows in the dark…he’s iridescent

Take him when we travel cross-country

We don't care if it rains or freezes

As long as we’ve got our plastic Jesus

Sitting on the dashboard of our RV

Get yourself a sweet Madonna

Dressed in rhinestones, sitting on a

Pedestal made from an oyster shell

Going ninety, ain't so scary

B’cuz we got the Virgin Mary

Assuring us we won't go to Hell

Go ahead n’ laugh n’ tease us

For having faith in a plastic Jesus

Who sits upon our dashboard looking swell

Revised Lyrics by

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(Dedicated to all the members of THOOAM)

 

IRAN IN THE CROSS HAIRS

U.S. staged fake attempt on Saudi Ambassador

Then blamed the “False flag operation” on Iran

Air force flies above whilst navy waits offshore

As it was with Iraq "It's Déjà vu all over again”

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THE 99% ARE FAR “TOO BIG TO FAIL”

Sands of tyranny has drained thru the hourglass
The Fed, Congress n’ Obama lies no longer sail
Angry Americans are waking up enmasse
The Ninety nine percent are "Far too big to fail"


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LIKE INTREPID SWALLOWS

They live in and around the city of Portland
Known for its pretty roses n’ tall firs of green
Nestled near Mount Hood’s vast vacationland
A city in expansion n’ growth unforeseen


Every fall a small band of friends gather
At a nearby place in a Valley known as “Tygh”
What route they take to get there doesn’t matter
It’s the fairgrounds of Wasco they seek occupy


Arriving in motor homes of every size n’ shape
Provisioned well with fine food, beer n’ wine
With RVs “Size does matter”
As one or two whip-out their measuring tape
Then share tall-tales of their travels, if so inclined

Everyone’s asked to dress their “Rig” for Halloween
Skeletons, cobwebs, pumpkins, monsters and the like
At midnight a witch riding a broom overhead is seen
Frankenstein often zooms by astride his motorbike


“Like Intrepid Swallows”


In mobile nests they do appear
Back in Tygh Valley year after year
Alas, after a few short days of mirth n’ fun
They break camp n’ fly home…one by one


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(Dedicatedd to all the "Intrepid Swallows" of THOOAM)