You have become the destroyer of worlds,
or was it always that way;
Quitter,
Bull shitter,
Liar,
Thief,
Broken;
All flowers you touch wilt,
your children,
of your design,
you have shamed them,
beaten them,
emotionally strangled them,
you have used one against the other,
you have violated their most intimate relationships,
and yet you demand their love,
you expect their respect,
you want the worlds esteem;
WELL NO MORE!
I see you for what you are,
what you reveal,
and what you hide deep within the bowels of your own soul, even from those closest to you
I see what you pretend to be,
I see what you've become,
but more importantly what you always appear to have been.
WHEN DID IT HAPPEN?
Do you even know?
Do you remember the moment,
that you sold your soul,
like Midas,
save that your touch is not golden,
more like an acid,
corrosive,
eating away at all you touch,
especially those closest to you who had no choice;
WELL NO MORE.
I can no longer stand on the sideline,
as you use me,
abuse me,
play me against those I love most,
play me for a fool,
no more I say.
For you were supposed to be the one to nurture,
protect,
raise me to the light,
and as I look back I see only the darkness,
an abyss from which I have always tried to escape,
a mental purgatory,
that you created,
manipulated,
string puller,
but I must live with it,
until now (though the scars that no one sees haunt my every day);
NO MORE!
Do you hear me?
Finished...
As to be a man,
there are things that we must do,
responsibilities that we must bear,
well those of us that are still clinging to our soul,
but not you,
I fear that you gave that up long ago.
Depressed,
I bet,
and for good reason,
and now I expect you to live with it,
for all those you've hurt,
for all those you continue to haunt,
with promises of everything,
illusions of more,
and delivery of nothing,
and nothingness,
A long life I hope.
be depressed,
live long with it,
struggle on,
because despite all you have done,
or not done,
as the case may be,
I stand witness,
as do all my siblings,
each with our own faults, but not like yours,
to the triumph of Good over Evil.
Fu Qin indeed! 父亲
SDM
Thursday, August 2, 2007
A Whore for an Uncle
Uncle Sam wants you! Believe that is true. From his lofty position of relatively unopposed stately greatness Uncle Sam wants you – Absolutely –
He wants your hearts and minds so that he can effect regime change for the will of his nations is a power unimaginable. He wants your sons and daughters to raise up in his arms so he can teach them how to kill in the name of peace to once again make the world safe for democracy. He wants you to drive your SUV to work taking the long way home. He wants you to live like normal with out truly knowing what normal is. He wants you to write a check or pay in cash your taxes so that your sons and daughters can have a potentially lethal one way ticket to a desert graveyard half a world away – So that he can send through the air like an eagle stalking its prey, B – 52’s, F – 16’s and A – 10’s while his mechanized tigers draw ever nearer to a foreign capital.
He wants you to walk proudly with your head held high, he wants you to watch CNN while your sons and daughters ride highway nine towards an intelligence reported red line. A red line indeed, red like blood, soon to flow most assuredly as do the Tigris and the Euphrates. But in his zealousness he’ll be hasty in sanitizing the message even more, no matter what station you turn to he’ll ensure that from under his thumb you won’t see your sons and daughters slaughtered, but you’ll see Iraq’s sons and daughters. You’d think Uncle Sam got the point when Uncle Ho and company experientially showed him and his generals the power of people fighting for their own homeland rather than foreign policy and national interest.
No matter the talking head or the slight difference in the message Uncle Sam wants to make sure its his message complete with new video and damage assessments. At home, Uncle Sam’s wants you to support the troops. He wants you to allow the erosion of tradition even in the 7th inning stretch so that the enemy feels the might of his will, with God bless America each and every night.
He wants you to buy duct tape, plastic sheeting, gas masks, chemical suits and terror alerts because Uncle Sam knows the repose to his war will be felt close to home and it already has – Sons and daughters dying while Snickers we consume; While we should be paying attention to the snickers of the globe – But don’t.
Uncle Sam wants you to buy, then buy some more, consumers all missing the score: Good guys 1, bad guys 1 – Its all the same in this age old game.
Uncle Sam’s your friend, he’ll shelter you, don’t worry my friends, he knows what to do – Doesn’t he? So Uncle Same should know September 11th was just for show. To let the world know that the ivory tower you used to sit, no matter how large your arsenal can always be hit and will.
He wants us to consume, to buy and sell, he wants our sons and daughters to pay the price, he wants us to believe he’s nice, but come now, this seems so much, lets call a spade a spade – Uncle Sam is a greedy bastard and more like the drunk uncle bob we all know and have except he’s drunk on consumption and power while your sons and daughters die by the hour.
Uncle Sam, you greedy self serving prick and our collective conscience is so very sick and we’re tired of the lies, personally I’m not buying anymore, so away from me: Uncle Whore!
SDM
He wants your hearts and minds so that he can effect regime change for the will of his nations is a power unimaginable. He wants your sons and daughters to raise up in his arms so he can teach them how to kill in the name of peace to once again make the world safe for democracy. He wants you to drive your SUV to work taking the long way home. He wants you to live like normal with out truly knowing what normal is. He wants you to write a check or pay in cash your taxes so that your sons and daughters can have a potentially lethal one way ticket to a desert graveyard half a world away – So that he can send through the air like an eagle stalking its prey, B – 52’s, F – 16’s and A – 10’s while his mechanized tigers draw ever nearer to a foreign capital.
He wants you to walk proudly with your head held high, he wants you to watch CNN while your sons and daughters ride highway nine towards an intelligence reported red line. A red line indeed, red like blood, soon to flow most assuredly as do the Tigris and the Euphrates. But in his zealousness he’ll be hasty in sanitizing the message even more, no matter what station you turn to he’ll ensure that from under his thumb you won’t see your sons and daughters slaughtered, but you’ll see Iraq’s sons and daughters. You’d think Uncle Sam got the point when Uncle Ho and company experientially showed him and his generals the power of people fighting for their own homeland rather than foreign policy and national interest.
No matter the talking head or the slight difference in the message Uncle Sam wants to make sure its his message complete with new video and damage assessments. At home, Uncle Sam’s wants you to support the troops. He wants you to allow the erosion of tradition even in the 7th inning stretch so that the enemy feels the might of his will, with God bless America each and every night.
He wants you to buy duct tape, plastic sheeting, gas masks, chemical suits and terror alerts because Uncle Sam knows the repose to his war will be felt close to home and it already has – Sons and daughters dying while Snickers we consume; While we should be paying attention to the snickers of the globe – But don’t.
Uncle Sam wants you to buy, then buy some more, consumers all missing the score: Good guys 1, bad guys 1 – Its all the same in this age old game.
Uncle Sam’s your friend, he’ll shelter you, don’t worry my friends, he knows what to do – Doesn’t he? So Uncle Same should know September 11th was just for show. To let the world know that the ivory tower you used to sit, no matter how large your arsenal can always be hit and will.
He wants us to consume, to buy and sell, he wants our sons and daughters to pay the price, he wants us to believe he’s nice, but come now, this seems so much, lets call a spade a spade – Uncle Sam is a greedy bastard and more like the drunk uncle bob we all know and have except he’s drunk on consumption and power while your sons and daughters die by the hour.
Uncle Sam, you greedy self serving prick and our collective conscience is so very sick and we’re tired of the lies, personally I’m not buying anymore, so away from me: Uncle Whore!
SDM
Patiently 31
Patiently,
Teaching love,
Requires a tender heart,
Thank God for you,
With a spirit shinning,
I am finding,
The message in your embrace,
Tenderly,
Holding onto faith,
Sharing belief,
Together,
Following a path,
Like footprints in the sand,
A new found respect,
For the divine plan,
I love you,
For being the woman you are,
Carefully pointing the way,
To inner salvation,
Leading to outer shared joy,
Thank you,
For all that you are,
Patiently learning me,
Life.
SDM
Teaching love,
Requires a tender heart,
Thank God for you,
With a spirit shinning,
I am finding,
The message in your embrace,
Tenderly,
Holding onto faith,
Sharing belief,
Together,
Following a path,
Like footprints in the sand,
A new found respect,
For the divine plan,
I love you,
For being the woman you are,
Carefully pointing the way,
To inner salvation,
Leading to outer shared joy,
Thank you,
For all that you are,
Patiently learning me,
Life.
SDM
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Curious
Curious –
As I usually am –
At this moment I wonder –
Who in their right mind could be pro – war?
Pro – War?
What exactly does that mean?
Pro – death?
Pro bombs, missiles, bullets and what?
Pro – blood shed, pro – tank;
Pro the usurpation of the rights of humanity?
Of course I can understand the sentiment to support our troops
or the will of the American President.
But Pro – War?
What kind of a fool would say that they are pro – war?
Unless of course its Lockheed Martin, Boeing, Dupont, Dynamics (General) or more –
surely the weight of dollars in their pockets contribute to their rallying cry for war –
Pro – war though?
I am for the removal of Saddam or any other tyrant,
pro – freedom,
pro – choice,
pro – rights,
pro – democracy and pro a better tomorrow,
But I will never be,
pro – war –
Will you?
SDM
As I usually am –
At this moment I wonder –
Who in their right mind could be pro – war?
Pro – War?
What exactly does that mean?
Pro – death?
Pro bombs, missiles, bullets and what?
Pro – blood shed, pro – tank;
Pro the usurpation of the rights of humanity?
Of course I can understand the sentiment to support our troops
or the will of the American President.
But Pro – War?
What kind of a fool would say that they are pro – war?
Unless of course its Lockheed Martin, Boeing, Dupont, Dynamics (General) or more –
surely the weight of dollars in their pockets contribute to their rallying cry for war –
Pro – war though?
I am for the removal of Saddam or any other tyrant,
pro – freedom,
pro – choice,
pro – rights,
pro – democracy and pro a better tomorrow,
But I will never be,
pro – war –
Will you?
SDM
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Red
My words on this page, the expression of thoughts floating through my mind like the Coalition of the Willings precision guided weapons;
Every bit as powerful as the intended shock and awe as an intellectual assault is about to make you uncomfortable.
I’m sorry,
Except that I’m not, as to my belief, these thoughts are at least part of what the world needs now.
Heavy, the burden on my soul, to feel the plight of an entire region that has not known peace since the beginning of what we call time.
Even without the interference and resolve of the likes of Bush and Blair the fuse on this powder keg was lit long ago.
I sit, awaiting the awful truth, that this is but the next falling point on a very slippery slope. Slippery from the crimson stain of blood that for millennia has run in the streets like rain.
Collecting in the sewers on the streets that I live.
It is visible to the naked eye that the sand is blood soaked and will soon boil over to the surface. That surface being another plateau which behind our own benign neglect we still will fail to correct the long standing iniquity of humanity. The result of which will surely be a fuse that is that much shorter.
Perhaps, and I pray first, and hope second, that years from now these will look like words that rang a bell that needn’t ring, But I fear, deep down, that reality, our reality, shared collectively will show that the next fall on the slippery slope will stain us all;
Red!
SDM
Every bit as powerful as the intended shock and awe as an intellectual assault is about to make you uncomfortable.
I’m sorry,
Except that I’m not, as to my belief, these thoughts are at least part of what the world needs now.
Heavy, the burden on my soul, to feel the plight of an entire region that has not known peace since the beginning of what we call time.
Even without the interference and resolve of the likes of Bush and Blair the fuse on this powder keg was lit long ago.
I sit, awaiting the awful truth, that this is but the next falling point on a very slippery slope. Slippery from the crimson stain of blood that for millennia has run in the streets like rain.
Collecting in the sewers on the streets that I live.
It is visible to the naked eye that the sand is blood soaked and will soon boil over to the surface. That surface being another plateau which behind our own benign neglect we still will fail to correct the long standing iniquity of humanity. The result of which will surely be a fuse that is that much shorter.
Perhaps, and I pray first, and hope second, that years from now these will look like words that rang a bell that needn’t ring, But I fear, deep down, that reality, our reality, shared collectively will show that the next fall on the slippery slope will stain us all;
Red!
SDM
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