Dessert caked desert awaiting nourishment,
A desert dry dessert longing moisture.
Terminated poet bare naked upon wind.
Words lost as gold treasured as myth.
Meanings found on paper worth more.
Map of one’s creation being born alive.
Destiny terminated path of employment,
Thorns scarring the terrain in acid reign.
Scorn of acidity washed upon gentle rain.
American jobs evaporating oversea transplants,
Foreign seeds weeding corporate gardens,
Republican ghost bush towns, walking dead.
Patriot Act of censorship never abusing US.
Political truth of omissions of facts of sins.
Presidential law branching to all government.
Patriot Act of secrecy never torturing US,
Political myth of slavery of life sentences,
Presidential decrees dictating imprisonment.
Slaves of the past terrorists, escaping segregation,
Indentured servants of the future conservatism,
Employment truth of poverty, prosperity lost.
Voice broken cold, shattered as homeless.
Blanket of special love made in America,
Red Cross citizens of the War on Poverty.
Green blooded transfusion draining bleeding hopes.
Blue blooded circumcision of the fraternal order.
Red blooded public aborted educational fetuses.
Full blooded American natives of the White Father.
Attempts at Haiku
Dessert cake desert,
Desert dry dessert moisture.
Naked upon wind.
Words lost as gold.
(Word as lost as gold.)
Meaning found on paper worth.
Creation being born.
Path of employment,
Scar ring terrain acid reign.
Scorn washed on rain.
Note THE THERAPEUTIC RANT. Texas conservative politics can use the religious foundation of winning at all cost, “Remember The Watergate”, by evading past pitfalls and silencing the public upon intimidation. This is done by having those free spirits terminated, as if the ghost of McCarthy was reborn to haunt their American independence. But it was one of its own, judged quickly by a President to be a liberal outside traitor, not an inside Conservative traitor of the inner circle, who had leaked sedition into the foundation of secrets, starting the cracks that grow in size, shored up in a blame game of shifting responsibility.
FEMA’s face brought on the hurricane truth onto the streets of Americas Bush’s War On Poverty, which dumps New Orleans citizens as trash, upon other state communities, much like wealthy conservative cities using there police to export there trash to the big cities of inner ghettos of neglect. Yes, the Presidential War On Poverty has decided to minimize the food stamp programs and those liberal programs that feel the American streets of needs by subsidizing Halliburton’s and others. To let pork spending rape our poor people’s needs and raise the corporate welfare that exports our dreams. What companies, country, and God, do some of these extreme conservatives work for?
Let us create alternative fuels to save our body bags, so America may need no more oil wars like Vietnam and Iraq, but please keep Texas companies like Enron’s out of California’s and other states financial energy business.
Yes, it is so easy to abuse American freedom by using the family members of free patriots, who use free speech upon a free press who question our political leaders. It has become a life sentence to raise ones voice against the establishment, being terminated with words that will never be un-American, for truth is the true religion that needs saved in America.
Do you see who is screwed, when Corporate America plays Texas poker, with a political stacked deck? They are the public stockholders of retirements, the bankrupting of workers whose retirements pay governmental fines, those investors screwed by creative CEO’s, who pocket millions and millions in royalty, retiring with full benefits. It is like an American court system, which does not give a damn, as long as criminals pay them a portion to survive. The system is never about rehabilitation, or paying back those who have been swindled. Even when fined, they ignore the fines with a nod from government, especially those politically connected. Have newspapers look at who paid their dues, money that could be used to feed Presidential promises made in vain. It would be nice to have the President on a soup line among the true patriots of the religion of compassion.
What is political religion? I do not know, for the community is so small and secret, one has to have a fraternity ticket for admittance to any public function of the idolatry of blue blooded wealth and green blooded mergers of creative faith. I love a politician whose religion meets the streets, Mr. Smith please come to Washington next session America needs you!
D.Lester 12/10/05 ©
Terminated poet, somewhere in America not on company time.
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