and it just don't stop

the sounds of tonight by the pond low cloud

no one hears ya when ya whisper gotta say it loud

with words onna page screaming anti-war since 1991

all this research done can’t find one war that the people won

many of histories teachers show you have got to dig for truth

justified cause for more wars now—none can’t ever show the proof

always resorting to propaganda and lies

more of them believed then the stars in these skies

the real tragedy is what the future might hold

when a whole generation only know war from young until they get old

and it’s so old already can we really take another one

the last couple still raging are they really done

this world filled with stress and chaos and other people’s rules

willful ignorance if we don’t realize there are far too many rules

ridiculous consequences and time in a cage

for spreading some truth in this technological age

by any means necessary exposing what is happening here

before it’s too late it’s probably too late world war now living that fear

instead of freedom in this once great nation

not hated for freedom hated for military occupation

no more war with every fucking breath I breathe deeper

sometimes with different eyes the statue of liberty looks like the reaper

bringing death and destruction as if we the people don’t really know

some really aren’t wrapped around some warped reality show

some don’t watch their news and swallow their pill

twelve year old lies excuse to destroy and rebuild an excuse to kill

in the name of freedom anger should rise in this once great nation

our leaders hate our freedom in their quest for global domination…

as ugly as pretty can be

wishing to cut out the memory completely

erase the entire action maybe even

eliminate and forget the whole year

oh seven up until the fool’s day twenty twelve

biggest mistake no longer can dwell

not one more moment of hate

the worst feeling there is to feel

and far too much feeling at all

for a subject that has no feeling

no compassion and oblivious to reality

product of the environment created around

some ugly thought of being entitled

or just an ugly thought

in this opinion which is the only one that matters

when the facts are lined together

like the kind of page unused

like a brain unused to think and more

to manipulate those around

to suit some needs and wants

that don’t ever make sense

so glad to be done in that area

of the world right down the street

in the middle of some hell I created

and had to be ripped from it

by an enemy showing the real

enemy was the one who kicked me from the bed

made too much noise while sleeping

resting to make more plans to manipulate

and well I guess it’s a good thing

the subject has a mirror to show how pretty

but I finally found the mirror which

showed me how ugly that pretty could be

let it be done only days from final

possible sighting with any reason for interaction

it will be done never was who

seen by this subject with skewed vision

and one goal to keep the look pretty

despite the old ugly inside…

it's here

trying to imagine

a different world

how many others have written

these similar words

different times

probably many times

more harsh

doubt if they were

more intensified

one hundred years

propaganda and lies

a trusting an unsuspecting public

a society within a matrix of control

whether seen or unseen

it is here…

always at war

how did we get fooled

thinking this way

the best we can do

when there is so much

could be done better

without being destroyers

is our society that uncivilized

everyone who disagrees

or does it differently

or doesn’t want to be a part

of some global group

gets destroyed with weapons

of the civilized nations

in this lifetime wars are televised

complete with plenty of advertisement

pay little real attention

to what is the root of this destruction

just tune in to find out

what you need to know

don’t think too much or worry

stay calm and carry on

never did see the other side

the hundreds of thousands that died

luckily not as in the dark as they would like

constant pounding of events to bring on fear

and laws to restrict the freedom

of those is purports to protect

it is all double speak even if it isn’t 1984

twenty-nine years since then still bombing

those who resist this global domination

what kind of world is being created

beneath us we cannot believe everything

we are told to obey by those in control

those who rewrite the history books

how do we all wake up to the reality

of what life really is and of course what

it is not…

sound brought back

with the sound of the rain

on the canopy above and on the pond

sometimes even better than

any music

the sound is desperately

trying to pull me out

the mud where I get stuck

can’t move so much as to stand

as far as thoughts understandable

some mostly off the wall

in the basement where I find myself

over again always wanting

to go home then a flash memory

my grandfather watching the Red Sox

play ball Sunday afternoon east side

shoe city black and white television

distracted by technology

the sound of the rain in the grass

brings me back to center

the thought and the purpose of it all…

saw the sun for an hour today

and then it went away

ten between

if you know

someone who thinks

more than this

let me know

will get the next thought

out into the air quicker

on top of the mountain

and the thick sheet of snow

not just on the side

of those heading up

hoping to make it

no doubt find the top

without having to try to fake it

and I might take it from

whomever had it first

and as many random thoughts

won’t quench the thinker’s thirst

for more I won’t stop at the door

at the table head down

into this book smoke thick

like a dread the future

it keeps coming and no one can stop it

you might have thought these

thoughts fell off after Drop It!

ten years between

back at it again

ten more years of thought

from now going back to then

until now someone

standing up straight

all thoughts of some Babylon

riches are going to have to wait

until more money made

because wealth is what runs

the world down

so many of these thoughts

pulled in all directions

except down

been suffocated by so many

won’t let myself down

after all  sorts of time

owe it to myself

put down the pen a minute

to get another book on

your shelf…

morning in the clouds

not all in the dark

the powers that be

count on keeping

as many of us

in the dark

as they can

in the dark without a spark

everyone is too busy

to notice and trained

to tear down those who

don’t agree with the line

it’s bull shit that’s why

the powers at war murder

by proxy everyday

with our tax dollars

war is bull shit

no one is fighting for you or I

and no one fighting

for us in general

yet they still take that oath

as if we won’t hold them to it

as if they even think about

the rights the constitution protects

they instead focus on traitors

in their eyes revealing secrets

yet they don’t deny the secrets

they don’t want to be seen as a gang of thugs

hell bent on controlling the world

so many warned this would happen

nineteen eighty-four is here although

it’s a few years late total information

awareness took some extra time

to perfect but who does it protect

only the powers that be are protected now

everyone else is in the dark

when the next strike will come

a new revolution will have no leader

removing one voice will always

reveal five waiting to be heard

not everyone will remain silent

no fear of the tyrannical consequences

freedom is what we are born with

and not something we need to ask for

not sorry to those I offend anymore

if you are not offended by

what this government does

to the world daily

if you are not offended by

that same government telling you

to be less free is necessary

because of the shit storm

of unending wars that they created

if you are not offended by

this government collecting all your info

than nothing I write

could ever possibly offend you…

68 years ago

anniversary of an atrocity

somehow must have forgot

not all the details

when history taught

war was the right thing

defeat the enemy

so many years later

still battling an enemy

studying the wars reveals

evil always allowed to exist

until a time when the good guys

will drop the good fist

anniversary of something

no one is talking about

when the smoke finally cleared

how many could even walk about

over one hundred thousand

destroyed one moment in time

sixty-eight years later

sit in the thought with a rhyme

the world is not any safer

less safe no doubt

bombed all the way in

and bombed on the way out

anniversary of an act

inhumane destructive power

and that same government exists

with more greed and power…

sunrise today

stone overturned

watching it set

what it does to the sky

letting it settle

depending how high

don’t know more

eyes open wider

don’t know sadness

sitting beside her

loneliness joins

pass the backwood

drifting into deeper thought

frequently as I should

and do and have

ever since and evermore

pen in hand

will never bore

only proceed put down

the thoughts paint the brain

won’t merely get wet

when I stand in the rain

couldn’t move got stuck

and always alone

moving now never stuck again

the rolling-est stone

overturned the one on which

something was being built

surviving and maintaining

won’t be beat down by guilt…

like a plow

won’t ever fall for the tales

rather go across the ocean with sails

on the right side take the nails

next is the sword that impales

in comparison to lives lived today

some thoughts die most stay

continue overnight until the next day

put it down here don’t know another way

trying to enrich this life here somehow
closing my eyes with sweat on my brow

can’t focus on then when there is so much right now

move on through the thick thought like a plow…

truth tellers

how is it that reporting criminal acts

gets misconstrued and

turn the truth teller into the criminal

ninety years possible

for revealing secrets

that show the indiscriminate brutality

against humanity

the war is on anyone who tells the truth

and reveals the secrets of the imperialists

as they kill and maim and destroy

it’s really no secret

hope they know that now…