oil

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war dogs…

global
political
corporations
scavenge
tearing away
earth’s flesh
lapping up black blood
like water
feeding
its need
for profit
off
the rotting corpse
of humanity

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rules of engagement…

examples
rwandan
bosnia
myanmar
civil protests
mass murders
political leaders
debate
diplomatic
objectives
military constraints
necessary
libya
rapid military response
to
protect whom
or
what

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homeland security…

Image by CWMartin

honey
old man jones
has stepped of the precipice
of sanity
into the deep blue skies
of margaritaville
i mean to tell you
that old fool
has started acting
stranger than usual
he went out
got a lock for his pantry
electric fence for his garden
and enough ammunition
to defend fort knox
telling me
food’s gonna
be more valuable
than oil
you wait and see
he said
what
what do you mean
he makes sense
what world food crisis
what about Russia
so the sahara desert
is growing
what’s that got to do with
my super walmart store
you mean to tell me
that old fool
is right
what do you mean
where
am i going now
i’m off to walmart honey
i’ve got to get stuff
for my
food security system

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and the unicorns shall come down with them….

From Constant's Theodora

once the unicorns
roamed these lands
and created the thunder without rain
but there was a kingdom
where every king was
given
and buried with
a crown inlaid with the magical pearl
of a unicorn’s horn
it was the king’s birthright
the unicorn’s great strength
and independence
made for a fine image for a new king
but their numbers began to dwindle
some were hunted just for sport
others for human fuel
burning as the finest of oils
the horns were tossed aside
and buried
so as not to challenge the king’s power
but soon their numbers
were few
and finally one remained
so when the new king
was crowned
the ground was soaked
with its blood
and the last
unicorn
was gone
it was his birthright
you see

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the wood carver….

 

his hands bore the scars
of learning his trade
the thick calluses in his palms
were like the rings of a tree
sharing with those who chose to look
his years upon this earth
this piece beneath his blade
was now complete
a sea
where each wave
seemed to move
as eyes scanned the horizon
at a distance
one could see a small
yet distinct
fishing boat
bouncing with expectation
of a bountiful harvest
and sea gulls
cruising through the sky
one would swear
they saw the wings
move from time to time
so precise was his work
but do not look for this place
nor the life he portrayed
for now you will only find
the black death of oil
smeared upon the scene
erasing the history of this place
and
lives

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my first car…

this old 54 buick with overdrive
has had a lot of owners before me
i got it when I was young
so i was just gonna call it freedom
cuz that’s where I thought I was going
but i was told peace and freedom go together
so that’s what i decided to call it
and for as long as i can recall
it has leaked oil
it’s engine’s life-blood
and i’m fairly certain
that if you check recorded history
it has always leaked
now i know you’re gonna ask
did you try to fix it
and the answer is yes
i’ve changed both chambers
and the header several times
but nothing seems to change
so now with every drop that hits the ground
full military honors are given
before pouring in more reinforcements
tho i’ve considered getting a new model
most aren’t any better than this old buick
so i guess i’ll just keep it
anyway i’m old enough to know now
that it can’t take me to where i was going
but it’s got me where i am