Freedom Is

Freedom Is...

Freedom is a Nevada Range
Listening to the radio
Setting your own stage.
Freedom is a Constitutional stay
Holding a bloody document
That we fight to display
Freedom is a Right and a Choice
to pursue your own Happiness
which ever way.
Freedom is working to the bone
Because you believe it
Not because you are told.
Freedom is a Boxer
Standing in the ring
Fighting for your life
Or fighting just to sing.

High School Drama Production

As I sat down in the 5th row for certain
I could hear all the laughing
From behind the blue curtains
A few minutes passed
And the lights drew quite dim
The full house ushered in silence
For what would develop within.
A youthful face came out on stage
Painted white as a ghost
And an exalted expression to display.
It was a mystery, he said
Or a bleeding heart thriller
All set in tune
To an Edgar Allen Poe chiller.
The Tell Tale Heart
had nothing on them
The heart bump bumping
And the Cask of Amontillado
I could hear the prisoner thump thumping
An hour of this, and then it was
The Fall of the House of Usher
A ghost and a madman
A friend and a sadman
All wound up and painted acrylic sets
The opium dreams of a poet,
Was a minimum budget and a dream
A deep undertone of insanity
And a fragile as glass human theme
It was all there-
A noble local function
All with the means of the
High School Drama Production.

The Healer

The Healer

The Qi was a gift
To her for the healing
Her hands were warm
To mend the bad feelings
She came to me
With mirror set eyes
And in silence she led
The pain to surmise.

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An Ode to the Healers!
The ones with soft hands
Not Phizer or Merck
Johnson and Johnson.
Not the Doctors with blades
Or Nurses in spades
Not the voodoo or hoodoo
Hypothetical parade.

The Loon and the Lion

The Loon and the Lion

The people will vote
For a Loon or a Lion
On a near judgement day
For a flag that is lying
Flying away.

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There is nothing
Oh nothing
Nothing I can say
To change the course of action
Our country might stray.

And here we are
On the verge of WW3
Won't you
Put down your Obamaphone
And listen

They are sending the troops in today
Yes today
Going to bomb:bomb:bomb
Away.

Get that nuke before she cooks
All our hair and good looks
Coming to America
It's the day before
Before she shook.
It's coming
Down:Down:Down
Better not look.

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Oh I'm crazy
"Yea. She's crazy."
I was just in the Panamint Valley.
I saw the fly boys-
Yes I did.
Getting ready for war.
"Yea. She's crazy."
Totally Detached.
No one else
Save Alex Jones
Can wear this crazy hat.

We will witness the climax

I don't know if anyone reads anymore
And I have no feeling for time.
Each day is another page to the novel
I feel I am living in rhyme.
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30 days past September
And tomorrow is the First
Only a month after that
The world will know its curse
Will you care?
Will you listen?
Will you watch it on CNN?
Will you laugh, will you cry
Will you jump up and fly
A loud crash in the sky
All your hopes
All your dreams
All the seams in between
Would you even know your prison?

Would you know it to be your cell
When you have GMO cancer
And are living in hell
Will you care?
Will you listen?
Would you even change a thing?
When life is so easy
Obama gives you his money
It's alright, he's just fine
You won't owe him a thing.

Do you care?
Do you listen?
Have you even made it this far?
Do you know which pill
The red or the blue
Or the path to the top of the hill?
They say the suicide's greatest
When life gets too painfully mundane
For what's yours is mine
And what's mine is yours
And we all fit nice in a frame.

But what does it matter.
I am only a number
A statistic with an English name.
A girl to be short
I've never seen war
But I am terrified and ashamed.
For I am scared of what's ahead of us
And ashamed of what's behind
We were promised the best of generations
But what we got was not so kind.

Did you care?
Did you listen?
When you sent us out for facts
We did blue book essays
And SAT brainwaves
ACTS and progress reports
I did quizzes and multiple choice
Took stream samples and learned to use my voice
Did it matter? Did I learn?
No, I don't think a lot.

I got A's and 4.0 ;
I don't remember a thing.
But some person somewhere
got a whole lot of money
From all of my debt miseries.
My histories were all twisted
And science was misted
I didn't know right from wrong.
I couldn't swing a hammer
Or grow what I needed
I guess you could say
I was slow to belong.

30 days past September
And tomorrow is the First.

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Back from the wild country

Work hard and save money
Got me thinkin about Alaska honey
So sweet to taste
And grizzly to bear
The wild, it calls
A cold breeze in the air.

A .44 mag to hang at my side
A hatchet to cut, a skipper that flies.
The wild, it calls
And my wolf ears listen
Howl to the night
My knife, oh how it glistens

Work hard and save money
That freedom rings like a bell
Go North
Go North
Go North
It cries.
And in my heart
That spirit does rise!

A Blog Floating in the Ocean

Almost 7 billion people
Upon this small blue planet
Each one somehow connected
With a digital leash.
Iphones and aps
Macs and raps
Facebook and Myspace
Wired to hellspace
Almost 7 billion people
And here's a poetic note
To what end you may ask
None but my own
Almost 7 billion people
And yet, I feel so alone.