Mental Exhaustion

Hello all,
or 'sup? to the two people who read my blog.
Has anyone ever given thought to the amount of energy we waste on Energy?
I mean, seriously! Why would a bunch of eco-activists, who are sooooo concerned for the future of the environment, fly thousands of miles to get together with other gloom and doom-ers to find out what? The earth is in jeopardy? A phone call, maybe? Or how 'bout some transcendental translocation communication through a harmonic convergence with Mother Earth? Doesn't work though. Who would get the long distance bill? Gaia apparently doesn't take "collect" calls. Oh! But I guarantee that Al Gore does "Collect calls." How much does he collect for a speech in Brussels or an appearance at the International Wildlife for Protection of the Global Environment on Hopey Changey Liberal Organizational Fund? There is only one "Global Environmental Crisis" we face. How many trees does it take to print all the money in the Environmental ________ Fund. (Pick your favorite group.) How much plastic does it take to create all the credit cards used for donations? The environment will take care of itself, and the ones who "defend" it will let all those goodhearted donors take care of them.


The preceding was a babbling rant from someone who has obviously either suffered mental collapse or a total lack of good r.e.m. sleep for the last 72 hours. All things considered, the mental collapse might be a better ailment. At least then he would be unaware of the pending doom we face through our new O-care insurance for all, Goldman Sachs debacle, Cap & Tax etc....


The preceding disclaimer was obviously just additional ranting from said babbler. Ignore any and all disclaimers to follow, as they may all be suspect. Include this disclaimer as well....

Where were you on 9/11

I was at work as I watched on the web, the live broadcast of the second plane hitting the tower. I walked outside later and looked up to an empty sky. All the air traffic that flew over my building was gone. The sky was an extremely bright blue. There were a few clouds and the deafening silence of an empty sky and a country in shock.

We will never forget. We will never grow tired. We will live the American dream in our hearts our minds and in all that we do. We will cast our anger into the flames of determination and fan it with the winds of justice.

Let our song of freedom be the last thing the terrorist hears as he falls. Let the last sight he sees be an American soldier with weapon in hand and the muzzle flash of the bullet that takes said terrorist's life.

Postlude to a Revolution

OK, This one is New- I wrote it today! Enjoy

...And putrid lies to sycophantic sheep
Before the One who'll save us from ourselves
The coffers opened for the hands that need

And platitudes were spoken gospel truth
When worship turned from God unto the State
The souls of those that fell were soon to bleed

As freedom was encroached to serve the State
And all desires fell to fleeting hope
for change that comes through enforced servitude

When those who uttered truth were given scorn
And all who stood for Liberty blasphemed
Enlightened thought was deemed ineptitude

And when full circle came the tyrant's hand
Where armies lined the streets in massive force
And those of us who stood upon the brink

As winds of change blew o'er the Fruited Plain
When all that saw the truth rose up to fight
And streets ran red with those who know to think...


"WAR" <-----Takes you to the next Poem (coming soon)
Did you Read "The Revolution Series"?

Epitaph - Waco's Lament

...Father please forgive them 'cause
They know not what they do
They're taking us to task this time
We'll soon be joining you
The children are all screaming and
Their eyes are turning red
Don't worry about saving them
'cause we're already dead

The heat becomes unbearable
The walls are white hot fire
My heart is bursting from my breast
And breathing is desire
They're burning our home to the ground
We've worked so long to build
So many things we've left undone
Dreams left unfulfilled

We knew that it would come to this
The future is foretold
The past reveals the ugly truth and
Their souls have been sold
We never bothered anyone we
Kept unto ourselves but
The TV camera's rolling
And destruction really sells

The powers that be realize
Their power just won't keep
They must use this show of force
To cower us like sheep
The way of life is suffering
Until we reach the sky but
The burning question in my mind
Why do our children have to die...

Written from the perspective of the Branch Davidians inside the compound in Waco, Tx

"Postlude to a Revolution" <-----Takes you to the next Poem
Did you Read "The Revolution Series"?

Interlude to a Revolution

...And if there were a time when we should fear
And if they came to take our guns away
Would we rise to hold to our beliefs
And show them who still holds the power true

And if they turned to weapons that destroy
And took so many lives we had to fight
Could we resist the pain that was to come
When those we loved the most had died for truth

And if the states did fall to those who rule
And tyranny was the order of the day
Would those who cowed down to the powers that be
Rise up to fight that children might be free

And what would be the cost of all that passed
Into the night where darkness told the lie
That those who ruled were prisoners the same
For the masses rule and the few are soon to die...

Did you Read "The Revolution Series"
or "Prelude to a Revolution"?

"Epitaph - Waco's Lament"<-----Takes you to the next Poem

Prelude to a Revolution

...And when ideas added fuel to the fire
Where partisanship divided left and right
And the people heard the tolling bell of doom

When handouts were the order of the day
And in their eyes we had no right to pray
No prophets need tell us what is to come

Where "How you feel" meant more than "What you learn"
When freedom to express was a flag they sought to burn
And righteous anger seethed within our veins

As crime was blamed on poverty and hate
And civil rights became inviolate
When peace was just a memory in our pain

When happiness gave way to primal fears
The tension became a scream of true despair
And hope was borne upon the winds of fate

As life became a burden to withstand
And weapons were prepared by innocent hands
A whisper of the battle we contemplate...

"Interlude to a Revolution" <-----Takes you to the next Poem
Did you Read "The Revolution Series"?

The Revolution Series

OK--gonna revive the old Clinton Era Poetry series I wrote while expecting Bill to take away all of our rights. Now that O is in office, it seems that all that was, is again.

So let's start off with the opening salvo.

The Revolution Series

Where man could not be heard
Above the machine
Where power was held by the elite
Where good was brought to task
By those who would have us enslaved...

"Prelude to a Revolution" <-----Takes you to the next Poem
"Interlude to a Revolution"
"Epitaph - Waco's Lament"
"Postlude to a Revolution"