Political / Social Poems (810)

They sent a hit
They put one on my dad
Lets start a war
Everyone will be had
Lets look for this
But really go for that
The weapons are hidden
Must be the cat in the hat
Roadside bombs
One will take out a few
They dont have the right armor
What do you expect us to do
Young soldiers dying
Another filled in a hole
The oil will pay for it
Cuz to us it's like gold
An occupation
When we should teach them lessons
We should drill them some wells
The water our blessin
They could farm
living from land
To the market they go
Back with money in hand
No more poppies
Now they leaned a new way
Fruits of the land
Start of free market I say
THERES ALWAYS MORE THAN ONE SOLUTION TO A PROBLEM

Noun 1. Disappointment - a feeling of dissatisfaction that results when your expectations are not realized


[The Master's power is like this.
He lets all things come and go
effortlessly, without desire.
He never expects results;
thus he is never disappointed.
He is never disappointed;
thus his spirit never grows old.]
Tao Te Ching, verse 55.

My heart is smitten down, and withered like grass. I am even as a sparrow that sitteth alone on the housetop--Psalm. cii. 4, 6. It’s difficult, I guess, to imagine something more bedraggled than this poor ‘sparrow’..., yet how often have I felt like him..., and it seems that every day, the disappointments keep piling up from a myriad different sources, causes, etc., no matter, though, the result is the same, more lines on our visages, more hair turning grey, less spring in our step..., which equals the harbinger of dreaded, feeble, worn-out, dry and withered... old age, the enemy that is much worse than ‘death’.

Far be it from me, to offer any advice, since, I consider myself the ‘king’ of disappointment, but the Tao, quoted above gives us an intriguing antidote to this mess,
“She/he never expects results;
thus he/she is never disappointed. Thus her/his spirit never grows old”
Wow! What a concept, to never expect results! OK, friends, I don’t know about you, but, for ‘lil-ol-me’ to reach this stage I feel I need to be a demi-god, but, what’s the harm in trying?

So, the million-dollar question: is this practical, is this doable in our frenetic ‘reality’? I think so, I think so..., maybe...
Last evening I went into one of these exquisite respite-zones, where although, like Atlas, I had ‘the world’ on my shoulders, I sat down alone in a cafe in Limassol and gazed out to sea, and I thought of the words of the Tao:
“She/he never expects results;
thus he/she is never disappointed. Thus her/his spirit never grows old”
Don’t know about you, but, I don’t wanna grow old...

Immediately, as if a gift from the gods, this ineffable serenity and joy and freedom from stress and responsibility, and a silly boyish grin wrote itself on my face, and with a forgotten spring in my step, I went home, feeling as if Divinity itself was carrying me tenderly and lovingly and blissfully in its holy hands, rescuing me from the hyperbolic stress I have been experiencing for the last 30 days or so..., and suddenly, I knew that all would be well, I know, I know, I have no rational exegesis, but, hell, who cares???

I don’t know how things will turn out, but, I want to try and remind myself a thousand times a day, of the words of the Tao, so I can enter this zone of serenity and bliss more and more and be the slave of stress less and less...
Love and light amigos...

Rest in peace, some oneelse'll take your place. Life filled with strife of sacrificed rule injest'd by self. Magnifed sight amongst 9 fitted seats, magnitude growth. Select they be few, pockets in line for a simple day's task~

And so they claim to own this Land
Just where is this born from,..
Do butterflies own the springtime
Do mountains own the sunsets,

What deed protects one and deny another?
And what note assures one comfort while
another has no comfort,..

Are there privilaged and outcasts?
Does might make right?

Who will care for the child born without?
What price does honor bear?

a plural personas [New Latin, from Latin] : an individual's social facade or front that especially in the analytic psychology of C. G. Jung reflects the role in life the individual is playing — compare anima b : the personality that a person (as an actor or politician) projects in public :


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Bemasked I walk thru the world,
A stranger among my brothers and sisters,
Yearning to reveal myself,
Yet terrified to do so,
Lest I be rejected and cast away in exile…


Of book-learning and psychotherapy, there’s no dearth,
Yet, the pain and hunger and self-inflicted exile persists,
No balm of Gilead seems to lessen the mind-numbing ache,
Freud and Jung would be pulling their hair out…


And, so, we continue to walk thru the plain of desolation,
Our only companions on the journey, being other injured anthropoids,
Ever hoping, we wonder,
Whether we will ever stumble upon that elusive Shangri-La,
Or will we forever evade it?

She calls her band Rasputina,
Melora Kreiger's the one.
Dressed in Victorian underwear,
Her shows are a lot of fun.

Electric rock cello she plays,
Pushing through Marshalls and loud.
Her lyrics are edgy and cool,
Knows how to work up a crowd.

Plays in New York now and then,
Touring costs too much these days.
Caught her show in St Louis once,
Man, does she rock when she plays!

So check her out if you've time,
Listen online if you would.
Her music is best listened loud,
Telling you, it's really good.

You just reach out for trouble.
Cause you think it makes you cool.
I hate to burst your bubble,
But you really are a fool.

You do stir up emotion,
When you monger war and hate.
You'll never find devotion,
Hell, or even just a date.

Your agenda is quite clear.
It's attention that you seek.
True emotion's what you fear,
So obvious when you speak.

Further comments won't be made,
Cause you just aren't worth my time.
In your swill may you be laid,
For your "poetry"'s a crime.

So just take it elswhere man,
I can get manure for free.
And whatever is your plan,
Bark it up another tree.

In the wicked hearts of men
and in their malicious minds
my love is cursed at.

From the mouths of men of power
to the ears of those of ignorance
my love is spat on.

In the conversations of religion
and right outside my door
my love is trodden down.

So what a bitter, twisted world
when happiness already denied
my love is spurned as well.

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Djs and event organizers
Photographers, great friends and models
Expats, backpackers and few teachers
What else would we want to do
In the city of angels?

Mondays are for Mexican buffet
Tuesdays are for Reggae
Wednesdays and Thursdays
Ohh I love, booze is free
Ladies in the house, so plenty

Then Friday comes when my dear friend Dee
Comes to town with her DJ hubby
the real party begins at Glow
stops at 3, then to Narz or Shock we go.


Saturday morning is for Him alone,
As I dressed up to go of my own
No friends, no smoke, no booze
A quiet moment I fear to lose.

As I pray and confess my sins away
Let me be a good person, everyday
From these temptations, strengthen me
Even if it means pollution-free.

But after the sun sets, its Sunday
the phone, I can’t stay away
as I mutter a prayer or two
forgive me ohhh Lord, I will go :)

a week of buffet and reggae
and ladies nights with girlfriends
the clubbing and getting pissed
and a wonderful time to confess
round in circles, I didnt seek,
my life in Bangkok every week.