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Posted By: Donuel
02-Jul-05 - 09:59 AM
Thread Name: BS: I did 5 Tsunami paintings 1 year ago
Subject: RE: BS: I did 5 Tsunami paintings 1 year ago
Dreamseer I don't know why you resurrected this thread but with typos like yours you must have ENORMOUS fingertips. ; )






On this 4th weekend let me quote myself for awhile...

As long as we allow the men who promote War as God's will to live, so others will die, we are destined to live and die in war.

They call for war on a corrupt trumpet made from Scripture or Quran.

To shove that trumpet down their throat would require thousands of shoves down thousands of very rich throats.

And if all the voices that called for war were gagged, who would govern themselves?

Who would manage to control population willingly without uranium wars and planned pestilence?

It will take you personally to find this answer in Peace.







does one recognize the poet anymore.
In these dark days of deception the truth becomes revolutionary;
and the people who claim goodness put the flame to art, ideas and love.


A wish for peace
is like a poem
no one understands
it is a watercolor in the rain

To die for peace
is a delusion
seen clearly by the soldier
on his last ragged breath

To live for peace
is a wish some die for.
That we dream of
while at war

The prayer for peace
is for hypocrites
it is always for "our side"
whoever those killers may be

Realists and idealists
prey upon each other
The certainty of war
verses a hope for peace

The years our nation
has not been at war
since 1776
is zero

Some distance themselves
from the facts of war
and others pass it down
from weary father to anxious son

The shortest distance
between two points
is a marvelous invention
and its weapon application

So it is again the season
For whatever it is worth
for good will to men and Peace on Earth
Quote the poet honestly

"It Never was, and will be nevermore".

yet it is always promised in the next revolution.








Good times , End times
As events turn worse
It's too late to learn
If you're breathing the curse
It may be our turn
With sorrow to come
Still the Dark Ages
Were Golden for some










We seldom call wars

a war anymore.

They are operations.


The careful, skillful,

sterile removal

of infected foreign matter.


We shall call this one

Operation

Sage Bush host.


Don't bless the "Father"

the "son"

and their holy roast.


..................





kill
every last one
and burn
their ideas
you will find
you're still not done.


what you fear
darkly descends
from the womb
of religion
born again
like the son of immortal revenge.