Tag: Art
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The Way It Goes by Gillian Welch
The Way It Goes by Gillian Welch Becky Johnson bought the farmPut a needle in her armThat’s the way that it goesThat’s the way And her brother laid her downIn the cold Kentucky groundThat’s the way that it goesThat’s the way That’s the way that it goesEverybody’s buying little baby clothesThat’s the way that it…
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The Myth of Security
Security a Myth mainstream andsocial media sites bleedmurder larceny andviolence of every stripegovernment leaders theworst confidence menthis side of prison gates brunt ofour conditioningauthoritarians convincing usof our super vulnerabilityneed security forcesat their beckand call must spendlimited resourcesto eliminate crimethe security myth theexcuse of all tyrantsbut damn little for social-economic equity stop the dailynews social mediaclickbait…
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Second-place Mantra
A memory from my youth as a competitor in musical auditions (instrumental and vocal), preliminaries, and finals. I did well until that last one, described below. My senior year of high school. So, there was no ‘next season’ for me at least not in high school terms. Second-place Mantra I am the chosen oneI am…
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Sane or Insane
Sane or Insane If walking around ina hubristic fog inan insane world isconsidered sanethen color meinsaneand glad of it worsewhen the planet’szeitgeist embracesthat insanity warnationalism genocideI wear insanity abadge of honor as the sanefollow their lemmingnotions to theirlogical conclusionsextinction of Earth’sapex predatorshumans –LE
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Sonoran Desert Elegy
Sonoran Desert Elegy cougars and bobcatsand coyotesoh myjavelinasprairie dogsand roadrunnersscurry by with jackrabbitsand skinksGila monsters andrattlesnakeswith insectsin infinitevariety desert denizensflying highfalcons and eaglesbuzzards andravens whileowls and bats claimthe night sky backdrop of mountainsand sandy parchedground where cacticreosote and mesquiteeucalyptus anddesert daisies linedry washes summer monsoonsand winter rains thatflood those parched plainsboth evaporate in thedesert heat…
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Crush on a Greek Goddess
I’m writing a memoir/family history for my children and gandchildren. It’s reviving many old memories. The following is one. I had always meant to pay tribute to her. But time and memories slip away along with good intentions. Thanks to writing this memoir, I was finally able to write this tribute. Antoinette my half-hour violin…
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Katana Mind
Katana Mind Ronin YojimboMifune’s tontoSpins in the airLands in crossroadBlade pointsThe wayHe picks it upAnd walks toMeet destiny Yojimbo’s katanaBlade foldedA hundred timesCore soft andFlexible –Cutting edgeHardened and honedSlice throughAnything Katana mind likeYojimbo’s bladeFlexible malleableCore optimisticCutting edgeRazor honedCynicalSlice throughAnything Forging theMind-bladeMeditating openTo nature to lifeHoning theCutting edgeCritical thinkingSlice throughAnything Flip it in the airAt crossroadsIntersectionsDead…
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The Deerslayer Groans
The Deerslayer Grones Deerslayer-HawkeyeUnwilling agentChingachgook lastChief from genocideUnleashed David CopperfieldUriah HeepDark capitalistHistory seenTold and sold asHuman natureNobility civilityMust maximizePower and profitFor utility sakeA necessity Plato and AdamSmith gave coverWhile AureliusMentoredMethods andMore platitudesFor conquestNever ever rest One world ruledBy philosopher kingsWholly ownedRaped ravagedAnd squanderedThe devil’s ownApostles andPriests of theNew World Order The Deerslayer-Hawkeye andChingachgookBurried in mustyOld…
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A Meditation Poem
Meditating sitting meditatingmorning dovesoutside my windowhoo-hoo-hoooohoo-hoo-hoooowho-who-whooooo sitting meditatingtraffic cacophony a few streets awaybackground staticthrough wind chimesimminent rain signs bathe sunbaked grounds wildflowers bloombeside cactus spines hillside climbs can stillhear the chimes resonating sitting meditating –LE
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Philosophy – My Truth 2 of 2
My Truth My truth is not necessarily your truth, because from my perspective all truth is relative anyway. Personal truths are based on whatever baggage we happen to wrap them in. Perhaps truth is an illusion or misnomer. There are facts, that depending on how they are assembled and viewed, may confirm or deny the…
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