Political / Social Poems (810)

Here is the time of new growth and life
as was in Prague and Budapest
So too in Cairo, Tripoli, Damascus
reform is not bloodless or taken in jest

Reform (n) Amendment of what is defective,
vicious, corrupt, or depraved,
is an act of the discontented and hopeful,
an attempt to turn around and save.

Remember, there is no guarantee that
what is desired by you is achievable
Just because you believe what is best
doesn't make your thoughts conceivable

There are many other people of races,
many locations deemed in need of reform,
by those who do not possess that power to
change corruption and weather political storm

And too, though other souls take time
and their own hearts to improve
does not insure that their blood spilt
will cause democracy on the move.

© agoodguy2have 2011-05-20

Expect a miracle today, and I guarantee you’ll see one,
Kinesiologists teach us that of the 65,000 thoughts we have per day, its only about 7 high-vibration/loving thoughts that counter-balance the other 64,993 low-vibration/negative thoughts and keep us from obliterating ourselves off the planet,
This is power!!!
My research and experience corroborates this,
I’ve lost count of how many times people walk into my therapy room distraught and just even one positive thought causes them to find their equilibrium...
[What do I say to them? Expect a miracle today..., please we’re not defining miracle to mean only occurrences like parting the proverbial Red Sea, no, a smile on a previously anxious face is miracle enough for me... ]
Crime in Washington D.C. was dramatically reduced during the few days an actual experiment was done whereby a number of people focused on loving thoughts for a portion of the day,
This experiment has been repeated in other parts of the world with similar success...

The last few days have seen massive amounts of stress come my way,
Yet, by focussing repeatedly on the expectation of miracles, the miracles have come, and the stress has receded,
This got me thinking,
Why am I merely looking for miracles,
Why don’t I see miracles in everyone and everything?
Wow!!!
This technique took me to another level,
Now, I realize that my every breath is a miracle,
Every ‘hateful’ and ‘angry’ persona that comes to me is a miracle, if only I focus on their spirit, rather than on their form,
Even suicidal people made the decision to give life one more try after allowing just one loving thought to splash their weary brains,
[A major in the South African Police Force taught me a brilliant line to use on suicides, many, many years ago, it still works with reverberating success, it goes like this:
Say, come down off the ledge and talk with me,
If you’re not helped by what I have to say, you can always jump tomorrow,
but if you jump now, its all finished...]
Yes, I know, believe me, its a lot easier said than done,
But, it works, every time...

I dare to ask,
What if we consciously had 14 loving thoughts, or 28, or 56...???
Could we, like Walt Disney go from a mouse-infested garage to Disneyland?
Why not?
Could we heal cancer?
Why not?
Could we heal a broken heart?
Why not?
Could we place serenity on the face of someone who recently lost a loved one?
Why not?
I see these miracles all the time, not only in my life, but all around me as well...

Keep parting that Red Sea, will ya?

I love you so

I know that the road to long-impossible

I know you're queen of women

I have no alternative

I know that the time of nostalgia ended

Matt and sweet talk ...

Why do not women say

I love you so ... ...

I love you so I know I live in isolation,

And you're far ..

Prevents us

Wind

And clouds

And lightning

And thunder

And ice and fire

And I know that reaching for your eyes illusions

I know that to reach you

Suicide

I am pleased

To tear myself to you my precious

If I had to choose

I would choose your love for the second time ...

you weave shirt from the leaves of the trees

I Protect she from the raindrops

I love you so ...

I know that I travel in a sea of your eyes

without Certainty

I leave my mind behind me and run

Run

I run back to my madness ...

oh woman who holds my heart in her hands

I asked God does not leave me

Do not leave me

What I am, if you're not

I love you so

And very very

And refuse from the that Resign

Important for me

The out of love alive

Important for me

i take out the dead

Osama was just a bullet fired from a gun in Uncle Sam’s hand
Ameristani birth against a hammer and sickle held land
The enemy of our enemies is still just a killer with a gun
Children’s textbook jihad and the blowback had begun
Al Qaida and the Taliban both birthed from the eagles womb
Black money watered, crescent moon thorns below the bloom
Turning progressive to primitive, Lilith’s blood now gagged and bound
The clock is ticking backwards in this cold war stomping ground
A nation left to suffer for another chessboard square
The pawns fall for the kings and queens in this game of class warfare
Red threat gone, the jackals leave the scraps for fighting hounds
A world where violence rules, and educations out of bounds
Puppets limp, forgotten by the hands that worked the strings
The hawk has long departed, dripping blood from off its wings
But then the wings of jihad toppled the pillars of that nation
A violence now returning home, terrors germination
And so again the war machine returns to familiar places
This time in the open, not behind proxy native faces
Hunting for the mastermind whose banner they once supported
The man whose violent actions they once applauded and exhorted
The people they once armed because they were a useful tool
The wolves who have come forth from these the former Empire’s mules
But like always there’s hidden cogs and reasons left unspoken
The shadows from the public tale for invading a land broken
A handy place for pipelines that could feed the first worlds needs
A crop of green for missions black grown from the poppy seeds
To help the lapdog media weaves a tapestry of lies
Transforming names to numbers, unmanned death rains from the skies
Waving tattered flags and singing patriotic songs
Pumping propaganda till for war a nation longs
Jealous of our freedom runs a well familiar line
The war on terrors catchphrase of Orwellian design
True the reasons have to do with an aspect of being free
But more like free from the Empires deadly foreign policy
Free from military bases that are spread around the earth
Free from forced abortions halting real democratic birth
Free from corrupt collusions with human rights abusers
Free from civilian casualties, with their empty poor excuses
Free from a global bully extorting lunch money in the yard
Hypocrites that slander, with their own titles others tarred
The reasons for this hatred are those that walk the halls of power
The candy that they feed you blackens teeth and turns tongues sour
Dig a little deeper past the lies and pointing fingers
And above the smell of bullshit, find the scent of truth that lingers

i want to hear in my iEar
i will wander on my iFeet
i can think with my iMind
endlessly iTalk until iRepeat

the best iWay to iGo iKnow
iStart, iWork, through my iDay
after hard iToil, iSlow...so
at night iLike iRest and iPlay

my iFriends iSee because
we view our iLives to iMax
they're iPeople, like iMe
so we iHangout to iRelax

iScreen between what iWant
though iLaughter is iBest
and what iNeed to iSucceed
iNever would have iGuessed

with my iCell i'M never iLone
always amorous of next iFad
i store iStuff, never iNough
what iThought i wanted, i had

wanting some iLove from iYou
and iCard filled with iDough
only what i'M entitled to
to help me as an iPerson iGrow

can iHelp you to understand?
can my iLife be understood?
do i even know my own iSoul?
did i ever iBelieve iCould?

© agoodguy2have 2011-05-04

Well, old Osama is a goner, even though he played a loner.
Barak helped him on his way, and thank God for yesterday. *

Hopefully al Qaeda is now headless, no direction, or a bit less.
nine eleven and some others are avenged, let's hope no-one is deranged!

It's the good old USA, told the 'terror', no hay pray.
Twentyseven virgins in the sky? Not for bin Laden, he's left dry.

For the sake of all mankind. Christian, Hindu, or Islam.
Make the journey on this Earth, pleasant, wholesome and convert,
for the real common dictat, is love your neighbour as thyself.

And may your God Bless you.

Some weeks hence, we walk
against hunger, yet again
Able only to feed too few, we gawk
at starvation that does remain.
Yet, we step out while others talk.

Low wages mark the underpaid
as entitlement lingers in the air
no longer American made
luxury cars, trucks, SUVs everywhere
traveling down the roads we pave.

What’s important no longer seen
View, blocked by ostentation
asphalt paving over dreams.
What should be our destination
Garmin is left to glean.

Not living up to what was taught
in crossfire of privilege and comfort’s stride
soldiers and other innocents caught
in our pool of arrogance and pride
drown in suffering we have wrought.

As we strip her, Mother Earth cries
her jewels and liquid gold lost.
By consuming fossil fuels, lives
not stopping to weigh the cost,
we consume; someone else dies.

Once adorned, her soul now leery
frictions made from rubbing deep
pressures building, eyes made bleary
release destroys, hearts skip a beat
reshaping the whole world weary.

War breaks into pieces, fears,
and, with tsunamis and quakes,
transform body water into tears.
On cusp of spring dawn awakes
as the aching heart perseveres.

Daily, aftershocks move each quad.
New balance remains the goal.
Rumblings, movement, the hand of God
pressuring the pen to play its role
before action from the divining rod.

Toe, far from the beating heart,
wears its new armor against wounds
poor planning causes from the start,
hopes not to be called upon too soon
to sacrifice itself, to split apart.

So, lovingly wrap your toes
with lamb’s wool and extra hope
push forward as the sneaker goes
walk 20 miles into future’s scope
searching for paths only truth knows.

So few are they whose legion is peace.
Did Columbus chase stillness
beyond tumultuous seas?
Sails and oars were manned by dissidents,
genocide is patent.

Prayers and spreads with huge birds
were answered with reservations,
provisions like prisons,
and birthrights lifted.

So few are they whose legion is peace.
Devoid of wings, souls fly
to escape the flaming towers.
Barren of truth, tongues lie
to secure legends of power,
and destroy past ally.

It is for youth to pursue truth
before wicked moons glide by.
Leap with faith like ten Moses,
your Sabbath day is nigh.
Race is diversion,
kissing cheeks of cliché.

Is the spoil more than the sacrifice?
The new buds quietly fade;
their radiance slowly dies,
and the few whose throng is not peace
hold their heads so high,
while mothers blame the God
who watched their children’s suicide.

if you’re ‘right’, someone has to be ‘wrong’,
not so long ago we were burnt at the stake for being wrong, now, that is not right,
well, what changed that right to a wrong?


a simple change of thought-bundles…


so, we now have the current set of thoughts which dictate to us what is right and what is wrong,
always, our thought-bundles are changing, and, according to them, we are told what is now right and wrong,
but, a much bigger question concerns me,
interpersonal rights and wrongs,
why? well, they have universal import,
what happens in our backyard happens on the world stage…


for instance, right now, I’m in a restaurant, having plowed through half a plate of fish and chips,
to paraphrase Churchill:-
“… never in the history of culinary delights have I paid so much and enjoyed so little…”,
The cod must have been in the freezer since the Miocene, and the potatoes were harvested not much later,
OK, so now I had a major grievance, this is ‘wrong’,
i now had the choice to espouse a thought-bundle of ‘wrong’ and to get the full deleterious emotions behind it,
in the past, I would have graphically voiced my displeasure, today, in the ‘afternoon’ of my life, I try not to,
i now want to ‘not-react’, merely to neutrally state the facts, without injecting the usual negative emotional Molotov cocktail,
do I always succeed, yeah, rrright…,
the owner asked me how the meal was,
i serenely told him that something was amiss,
he immediately defended:-
“…never before has anyone complained about the food in my restaurant…”,
c’mon, never?
I tried to smile in a non-condescending way and apologized for my observation, to which he retorted with some doubt in his voice whether I still wanted the coffee,
I had the coffee of course…,
[i got no apology and got charged full price.., c’mon, smile, I loved it…]

way I see it, and may I invite us to extrapolate this to more vital issues in our interpersonal lives, like, should I stay with her and focus on her good points or should I ditch the ‘b*tch’?
c’mon, of course you must stay, give her some more lovin’ and hugs and smiles, yes, she’s worth it, you thought so not so long ago didn’t you, what changed, a bundle of unconscious, compulsive thoughts, perhaps?
Tut, tut…
After all, sometimes, just like the coffee is bland, so will her kisses be, she’s just having an off-day, or maybe your infernal snoring kept her awake all night…

as for me, may this be my mantra:
“…what possible purpose can negative clamor accomplish, that, ‘a still small voice’ cannot with infinite more peace and efficiency and power?”

perhaps, the root cause of all our woes is our propensity to fall prey to the mass hypnosis of a planet deeply in the grip and enslavement of unconscious ‘thought-bundles’,
instead, may I invite us to become ‘the observer’, to step back and awarely realize:-
“…hey, i’m no meager bundle of thoughts,
i am that i am…”
fill in the blanks…

Once the religious, the hunted and weary
Chasing the promise of freedom and hope
Came to this country to build a new vision
Far from the reaches of kingdom and pope
Like good Christians, some would burn the witches
Later some got slaves to gather riches

But still from near and far to seek America
They came by thousands to court the wild
And she just patiently smiled and bore a child
To be their spirit and guiding light

And once the ties with the crown had been broken
Westward in saddle and wagon we went
And 'til the railroad linked ocean to ocean
Many the lives which had come to an end
While we bullied and stole and bought our homeland
We began the slaughter of the red man

But still from near and far to seek America
They came by thousands to court the wild
And she just patiently smiled and bore a child
To be their spirit and guiding light

The blue and grey they stomped it
They kicked it just like a dog
And when the war was over
They stuffed it just like a hog

And though the past has it's share of injustice
Kind was the spirit in many a way
But it's protectors and friends have been sleeping
Now it's a monster and will not obey

The spirit was freedom and justice
And it's keepers seem generous and kind
It's leaders were supposed to serve the country
But now they won't pay it no mind
'Cause the people got fat and got lazy
And now their vote is a meaningless joke
They babble about law and order
But it's all just an echo of what they've been told
Yeah, there's a monster on the loose
It's got our heads into a noose
And it just sits there watchin'

Our cities have turned into jungles
And corruption is stranglin' the land
The police force is watching the people
And the people just can't understand
We don't know how to mind our own business
'Cause the whole world's got to be just like us
Now we are fighting a war over there
No matter who's the winner
We can't pay the cost
'Cause there's a monster on the loose
It's got our heads into a noose
And it just sits there watching

America...where are you now?
Don't you care about your sons and daughters?
Don't you know we need you now
We can't fight alone against the monster