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Category Archives: my own poetry
The time was Abraham, and the Tower of Babel
[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/29039082″] The time was Abraham, and the Tower of Babel Was built to honor the cries of every idol. Nimrod had fattened the many gods whose hunger Was a frightful clamoring, and drunken rabble. The State was all-mighty, and … Continue reading
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We shout as cracks widen under our feet
[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/29150491″] We shout as cracks widen under our feet, Shards of glass fly along the broken street. All the many promises we promised to keep, Pile into one another in a bloody heap. Eyes wide shut stare at the … Continue reading
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Look, Rick Perry can fix it:
Look, Rick Perry can fix it: He’s a master of bullshit. Texan swagger blesses heaven, Even if God looks craven. Print Friendly
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The full moon rises and the sun sinks
The full moon rises and the sun sinks. Now the time for perfect doublethink, But for the myriad sharp eyes that Snicker, and shamelessly wink and wink. Print Friendly
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Emerson walks and talks just fine
Emerson walks and talks just fine: He reads the Vedas for breakfast, And invites new Brahmins to dine. The vigor of his table outlasts. Print Friendly
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What price the lie that cuddles pride?
What price the lie that cuddles pride? We cannot hide a frightful stare. The mirror cracks and shards slide Over hands too red to compare. Print Friendly
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I am the Great Khan!
“Wild, blue heaven of pony pounding plains- I swear by the breath of my annihilating name: No man loves the purity of eternal azure Like the Great Khan! May the Sky bless your pain! Grace of arcing sword and gifted … Continue reading
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I read how our Judeo-Christian values are under attack:
I read how our Judeo-Christian values are under attack: Cruz is alarmed that because of sharia, they’re about to crack: “There is a plan, by satanic legal means, to revive the Caliphate, and impose Islamic rule across the land. We … Continue reading
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Grinding
The Mill grinds slowly, Inexorably All our stupid minds. We have no choice but To be Intelligent- Most kind. Print Friendly
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Round with Grace
The sun rises, the sun sleeps. The moon chases to embrace Her lover and become naught. O how round she grows with grace! Print Friendly
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