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Joy
Is always found
In the quiet
Reflections
Of gratitude
Peace
Can find a way
Upon closer
Inspections
Of common
Respect
Love
Finding its way
Making new
Affections
Closer
Bringing together
The raw ingredients
Blending baking
Following perfect
Directions
Life
A big recipe
You just follow to
Perfection
And opportunity
Happens
From time to time

Listen to me...,
We have to keep them asleep,
So we stay elite and they stay under our feet,
Keep them asleep,
Week after week,
Slaving like dummies,
They'll be chasing that money,
It'll be funny,
Buddy,
It'll be sweet,
Barely a bleat,
The sheep are easy to fleece,
If we just keep them asleep,
We need hypnotic suggestions,
Mass broadcast the messages,
Through phones and T.V.'s,
Control the whole population,
Subliminally,
No-one will believe,
Though it's hard not to see,
We will call them conspiracies,
Downplay their theories,
We're Illuminati,
Listen to me...,
We have to keep them asleep,
So we stay elite and they stay under our feet,
Barely a "Baa" or a bleat,
The sheep are easy to fleece,
If we just keep them asleep...

I call danger, and you hear wolf.
Both our fates lie in your dismissive hand.
Your steps are mine, we will share the dark.
And you, like me - will lament in silence.

I call danger, and you hear danger.
Both our fates lie in your heed of cry.
Your steps are mine, we will shed the dark.
Then you and me will sing in chorus.

“Is there anybody there?” said the postman,
knocking on the cat scratched door,
and he peered through a filthy window
and was disgusted by what he saw.

On the kitchen floor he could just make out,
through the grimy, obscured pane,
signs that a large dog lived there that could not
be arsed to go out in the rain.

He thumped the door again, a second time;
“is there anybody in?” he said,
and over an upstairs leaf fringed sill
appeared a recently awoken head.

A red, bloated face framed by greasy hair
stared down with dull, yellowed eyes
into those of the startled postman’s,
which stared back in surprise.

“I have brought you a parcel,” said the postman,
as he stood there, stared upon,
I know not what is in the package,
but it comes from Amazon.

Presently the door was opened wide
by a man, sweaty and unclean,
pyjama slit wide open showing things
the postman wished he had not seen.

And the air that escaped from that foul house
was not meant to be breathed by man
and the sight of the squalor that dwelt inside
made a pigsty look spick and span.

“Where is my parcel”, said a toothless mouth
beneath a nose exuding snot.
“it’s here”, said the postman, thrusting it forth,
then turning, off he shot.

Later, the postman passed a homeless man
begging, downcast on the street.
He stopped and reached in his bag and pulled out
a sandwich he could no longer eat.

I asked my coworker
Where's that guy with the dog?
Oh, remember that s*xual harassment video we had to watch
He was the reason we had to watch it
They fired him because he was trying to get every girl on second shift
I think of that and it makes me feel bad about the place I work
That the climate allows someone to think they can abuse their power
And use their management position as a tool of abuse
It certainly isn't confined to this place
My second boss was promoted after he was facing charges of assulting girls
This was in 1989
40 years ago
So are we progressing on this issue?
Maybe, at least I hope so

The biggest garage sale has to be EBAY
I am waiting for a greatest hits CD by Talking Heads
My last purchase was a greatest hits CD by The Eurythmics
I have gotten tshirts, but most of my purchases have been music
Either CDs, records, and a few tapes
I am going to garage sales in Lancaster, Wisconsin on Saturday
My purchases are usually music or books
I got a boombox I still use to listen to tapes I got for five bucks about 10 years ago
Sometimes I get chocolate chip cookies or lemonade
It's meeting new people and mostly just looking at huge collections of stuff
And of course listening to my music in my car which is my favorite part

I am very fond of birds, but to me,
the dawn chorus is a euphemism
for a loud cacophony of tweeting,
regardless of what species they might be.

I like art when it is skilful, but to me,
the Mona Lisa is a picture of
a woman who just sits there looking smug,
and holds but not a trace of mystery.

I love music when it’s good, but to me,
Imagine is as corny as can be.
The whiteness of John Lennon and that room
lend it absolutely no profundity.

It’s not that I am soulless, but to me,
it seems we see what we are told to see.

i was floating on a cotton bud high up in the sky,
when an angel flew by, and asked me ‘hey, why?’
there’s so much work that needs to be done
here on this earth, so many issues. everyone!

i told the light creature, that i’d had enough,
of humans who’re selfish, uncouth and so rough.
for all his intelligence, man has ruined this world
with plastic, and warheads, and hatred unfurled.

look at the environment, the seas. even space.
the murder of forests, and oceans’ deface.
dead satellites in orbit, we now call space junk,
what’s there to shout about, this planet is sunk!

so the angel got busy, to turn me around,
from my floating carriage, in silent surround.
go back my dear fellow, to the sins of the world,
but look at the goodness, your vision unfurled.

the birds in the skies, chirping and singing away,
the great humpbacks of the oceans, a sight on any day.
the lord of the jungle, with his mighty roar,
and the graceful gazelle, we all love and adore.

there are good people, if you really care to look,
not in the bible, the koran or any other holy book,
but just look around you, and marvel and see
happy children’s faces from any degree.

for that aught be the reason, to strive and to toil,
and make this earth safer for them to grow tall,
the beauty of love, and the tests we must solve
to get goodness remembered, and bad to resolve.

so i floated down gently on the same cotton bud
and got off my carriage, with ne’er a thud.
and looking around me, i was in this room
chockfull of children, and no elbowroom…..

all colours, all sizes. all smiling. .... no gloom.

Stop teaching hatred through bad examples.
Stop teaching fear through violent reaction.
Stop all the killing.
Stop all the war.
Stop shouting "gung-ho", when you don't know what its like to see some of your loved ones killed; and you're left standing in the spill.
Stop all corruption and corporate control.
Stop all the demons devoid of soul.
Stop giving power to the little few.
Stop thinking "I'm helpless", or that will remain to be you.

You wanna make some quick money
Without all that working, dealing with managers, coworkers and all that crap?
Well, you steal
One way is to get a gun and walk into a bank
And say to the clerk
Give me all your money
Another way is to write a note, hand it to the clerk, on it write
Give me all your money, my buddies is outside with a gun drawn on you
Another way is to get knocked up
Of course this only works if you're a woman
Then you get to go on welfare, and if you're lucky the sucker
You got to knock you up will actually pay you child support
Here's another way, you come from some country like Guatemala
You come into this country and get caught by the border patrol
They put you in an air conditioned building with food and a nice cot
All the free health care paid for by workers with crappy health insurance
These are just a few of the ways millions upon millions have shirked their duty
To be productive citizens and instead become blood sucking maggots
All with the help of our politicians and apathetic public