This is the new blog...CONFESSION ZERO

TALL SHADOWS





In The Green Zone, or perhaps Iraq,
the warriors have all turned to clay.
Streets are littered with them.
Strewn about here and there,
statues; monuments to war’s bitter days.

The tanks and guns stand still,
quiet, with a pallid angst, at attention,
frozen like disobedient children;
the streets long silent of such mischief.

Green gunk grows underneath their feet
and through the cracking foundation.
Sand pelts all the useless street lamps
and surrenders only to the wind.

The sun leaves boot prints as it searches,
down the alleyways, lighting up the edges;
windows to paint in bright and new beliefs.
Someday the statues will topple over...
freed of their tall shadows.




© 2008 mrp/thepoetryman



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A BRIEF ON WHITEY



(A Poetic Justice Photomontage)

Pat Buchanan is a racist.

Yes. A racist.

If you didn’t know that… chances are you’re whitey.

Patrick J. Buchanan in a NUTshell…
~
Pat makes anti-Semitic and pro-Nazi comments, uses extremist staffers who work with white supremacy groups and militias, and until recently put an anti-Israeli conspiracy rant on his official World Wide Web page.

Pat has expressed his admiration for Francisco Franco and Joseph McCarthy (not to mention Hitler), and during the Iran Contra scandal said that reporters should be "Americans first and reporters second".

~

A Brief for Whitey ...Pat's own words...


(A Brief on Whitey...my own words...)
Barack says we need to have a conversation about race in America.

Noose taut upon the sturdy limb
o’ th’ black oak tree.


It has to be a two-way conversation. White America needs to be heard from, not just lectured to.

"Raise th’ nigger up now,
`n make `em think they’s free.”


This time, the Silent Majority needs to have its convictions, grievances and demands heard.

Shhh. Shhh. Not a sound,
`cause th’ devil’s comin’ round,


First, America has been the best country on earth for black folks.

gonna loose th’ Negro chains
`n bring his white hell down.


It was here that 600,000 black people, brought from Africa in slave ships,

Oh! Jesus Christ have mercy
on th’ souls burnin’ in your pit,


...grew into a community of 40 million,

give `em time to rest
`n bring `em water for they lips.


...were introduced to Christian salvation,

The negro cannot help
but have a yoke upon his back.


...and reached the greatest levels of freedom and prosperity blacks have ever known.

Noose taut upon the sturdy limb
o’ th’ black oak tree.


Wright ought to go down on his knees and thank God he is an American.

“Raise th’ nigger up now
`n make `em think they’s free.”

Shhh. Shhh. Not a sound…


© 2008 mrp/thepoetryman


Obama's speech on race...



A BRIEF ON WHITEY

Noose taut upon the sturdy limb
o’ th’ black oak tree.
“Raise th’ nigger up now.
`n make `em think they’s free.”
Shhh. Shhh. Not a sound,
`cause th’ devil’s comin’ round,
Gonna loose th’ Negro chains
`n bring his white hell down.
Oh! Jesus Christ have mercy
on th’ souls burnin’ in your pit,
Give `em time to rest
`n bring `em water for they lips.
The negro cannot help
but have a yoke upon they back.
Noose taut upon the sturdy limb
o’ th’ black oak tree.
“Raise th’ nigger up now.
`n make `em think they’s free.”

Shhh. Shhh. Not a sound…


© 2007 mrp/thepoetryman




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FOUR THOUSAND



(A Poetic Justice Photomontage)
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BAGHDAD - U.S. officials said Monday they will press forward in the fight against extremists in Iraq a day after the overall U.S. death toll in the five-year conflict rose to 4,000.

The White House called the grim milestone “a sober moment” and said President Bush spends time every day thinking about those who have lost their lives in battle.

“He bears the responsibility for the decisions that he made,” White House press secretary Dana Perino said. “He also bears the responsibility to continue to focus on succeeding.”
(...U.S. death toll in Iraq reaches 4,000...Bush says outcome of war will 'merit the sacrifice')

FOUR THOUSAND
(a poem by thepoetryman)


Four thousand rolled away,
Warriors striding on home.
Four thousand rolled away,
Packed down beneath the loam.

Blind are the men of warring.
Deaf are the men of policy.
Dumb are imperial leaders,
Crippled of a thirst for music.

Four thousand rolled away,
Warriors striding on home.
Four thousand rolled away,
Packed down beneath the loam.

Songs go unsung among bones;
No ears heed the joyous choir,
No eyes observe the living score,
No blood left within their delight.

Four thousand rolled away,
Warriors striding on home.
Four thousand rolled away,
Packed down beneath the loam.

Leaders, blind and wicked are those
With no wings painted upon them;
Only hoisting their wretched talons
Should the music ever change.



© 2008 mrp/thepoetryman

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3, 2, 1, 0



(A Poetic Justice Photomontage)

It is with a slow strangling
that tongues wag of gods.
And that floods come their raging,
tumbling between valleys,
seizing what’s in font of them
and not what’s prepared to go.
Each tongue’s a star.
Behold the light
quaking against the teeth.
Behind them whirl grand dreams;
tiny gods treading the water,
holding tight to hovering rooftops,
seeing familiar parchment drown
next to a child’s stuffed animal,
tiny eyes wet with grief
knowing it will float,
drift out to some sea
into a far-off port
worshipped by a child
wrapped in chains.

*
God.
We said nothing.
Nested deep
like coal miner’s lungs
lost in the filth of our sleep.

God.
We said nothing.
Scooped away
our well of freedom
with dry, disbelieving lips.

God.
We said nothing.
Panicky moths
fluttering to flame,
delicate wings igniting.

*
Stirring and shrieking
below our shells
we can only guess
what men do,
worship,
believe,
sacrifice,
slay…
But in this;
the jolting arms of one,
we become childlike,
singing and vanishing
all at once…
O! The sheer astonishment
of our time!
Twisting on the world,
writhing and demanding,
jumping and coiling,
taking and yielding,
not what we’ve withheld of our gods…
but of ourselves.



© 2008 mrp/thepoetryman

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DOMI-NATION (Blog Against Theocracy Part 3)



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The Despoiling of America via The Yurica Report


Theocracy...from their own mouths...
~(George Grant (The Changing of the Guard: Biblical Principles for Political Action )

"Christians have an obligation, a mandate, a commission, a holy responsibility to reclaim the land for Jesus Christ -- to have dominion in civil structures, just as in every other aspect of life and godliness. But it is dominion we are after. Not just a voice. It is dominion we are after. Not just influence. It is dominion we are after. Not just equal time. It is dominion we are after. World conquest. That's what Christ has commissioned us to accomplish. We must win the world with the power of the Gospel. And we must never settle for anything less... Thus, Christian politics has as its primary intent the conquest of the land -- of men, families, institutions, bureaucracies, courts, and governments for the Kingdom of Christ." ~Leo Strauss, the father of the neo-conservative movement

“One ought not to say to those whom one wants to kill, ‘Give me your votes, because your votes will enable me to kill you and I want to kill you,’ but merely, ‘Give me your votes,’ for once you have the power of the votes in your hand, you can satisfy your desire.”

~Pat Robertson on the Dominionist agenda
“Rule the world for God. Give the impression that you are there to work for the party, not push an ideology. Hide your strength. Don’t flaunt your Christianity. Christians need to take leadership positions. Party officers control political parties and so it is very important that mature Christians have a majority of leadership positions whenever possible, God willing.”and “We’ve sat idly by long enough and said, ‘Well religion and politics don’t mix.’ Don’t you believe it. If we don’t have moral people in government then the only other people that can be in government are immoral. That’s the only way it goes. Either you have moral people in there or you have immoral people.”

Billy Graham
“The time has come when evangelicals are going to have to think about getting organized corporately….I’m for evangelicals running for public office and winning if possible and getting control of the Congress, getting control of the bureaucracy, getting control of the executive branch of government. I think if we leave it to the other side we’re going to be lost. I would like to see every true believer involved in politics in some way shape or form.”

Ledeen (appeared many times on the 700 Club show during the 1980's

“The United States has to make clear to the world and above all to its own citizens, what our vital interests are. And then we must make it clear to everyone that we are prepared to fight and fight fiercely to defend those interests, so that people will not cross the lines that are likely to kick off a trip wire."
Ledeen

“In order to achieve the most noble accomplishments, the leader may have to ‘enter into evil.’ This is the chilling insight that has made Machiavelli so feared, admired, and challenging. It is why we are drawn to him still…”

Ledeen

“Just as the quest for peace at any price invites war and, worse than war, defeat and domination, so good acts sometimes advance the triumph of evil, as there are circumstances when only doing evil ensures the victory of a good cause.” ...All’s fair in war . . . and in love. Practicing deceit to fulfill your heart’s desire might be not only legitimate, but delicious!”
~
Gary North (a star polemicist of the Christian Reconstructionist movement)

"So let us be blunt about it. "We must use the doctrine of religious liberty to gain independence for Christian schools until we train up a generation of people who know that there is no religious neutrality, no neutral law, no neutral education, and no neutral civil government. Then they will get busy in constructing a Bible-based social, political and religious order which finally denies the religious liberty of the enemies of God."

~
Katherine Harris (Yes. That Katherine Harris)

"If you are not electing Christians, tried and true, under public scrutiny and pressure, if you’re not electing Christians then in essence you are going to legislate sin. They can legislate sin. They can say that abortion is alright. They can vote to sustain gay marriage. And that will take western civilization, indeed other nations because people look to our country as one nation as under God and whenever we legislate sin and we say abortion is permissible and we say gay unions are permissible, then average citizens who are not Christians, because they don’t know better, we are leading them astray and it’s wrong."
~
And those are the quotes I could find in a relatively short time (two clicks!)...Imagine the volumes of such language spread(ing) throughout the US...

DOMI-NATION
(a poem by thepoetryman)

Stirring and shrieking
below our shells
we can only guess
what men do,
worship,
believe,
sacrifice,
slay…
But in this;
the jolting arms of one,
we become childlike,
singing and vanishing
all at once…
The sheer astonishment
of our time!
O! Twisting on this world
writhing and demanding,
jumping and coiling,
taking and yielding,
not what we’ve withheld of our gods…
but of ourselves.



© 2008 mrp/thepoetryman



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THE WORLD HARVEST (Blog Against Theocracy part 2)



(A Poetic Justice Photomontage)

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"This Republican Party of Lincoln has become a party of theocracy." U.S. Representative Christopher Shays, R-CT, (New York Times 3/23/05)
~
Theocracy is derived from the two Greek words Qeo/j (Theos) meaning "God" and kra/tein (cratein) meaning "to rule." The Reverend Rod Parsley, a champion of theocracy, or what he calls a "christocracy," told his congregation at the World Harvest Church, located just outside Columbus, Ohio, "Theocracy means God is in control, and you are not." more
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The theocratic right seeks to establish dominion, or control over society in the name of God. The late D. James Kennedy, former pastor of Coral Ridge Ministries, called on his followers to exercise "godly dominion ... over every aspect ... of human society." At a "Reclaiming America for Christ" conference in February, 2005, Kennedy said:
"Our job is to reclaim America for Christ, whatever the cost. As the vice regents of God, we are to exercise godly dominion and influence over our neighborhoods, our schools, our government, our literature and arts, our sports arenas, our entertainment media, our news media, our scientific endeavors -- in short, over every aspect and institution of human society."
~
Twenty-five years ago, dominionists targeted the Republican Party as the vehicle through which they could advance their agenda. At the same time, a small group of Republican strategists targeted fundamentalist, Pentecostal and charismatic churches to expand the base of the Republican Party.

Today's hard right seeks total dominion. It's packing the courts and rigging the rules. The target is not the Democrats but democracy itself. more
~
According to acclaimed journalist and television host Bill Moyers,

"True, people of faith have always tried to bring their interpretation of the Bible to bear on American laws and morals ... it's the American way, encouraged and protected by the First Amendment. But what is unique today is that the radical religious right has succeeded in taking over one of America's great political parties. The country is not yet a theocracy but the Republican Party is, and they are driving American politics, using God as a a battering ram on almost every issue: crime and punishment, foreign policy, health care, taxation, energy, regulation, social services and so on." (bold mine) more




THE WORLD HARVEST
a poem by thepoetryman
God.
We said nothing.
Nested deep
like coal miner’s lungs
lost in the filth of our sleep.

God.
We said nothing.
Scooped away
our well of freedom
with dry, disbelieving lips.

God.
We said nothing.
Panicky moths
fluttering to flame,
delicate wings igniting.

© 2008 mrp/thepoetryman

("Our Separation" BlogAgainstTheocracy part 1 -yesterday-)

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OUR SEPARATION (Blog Against Theocracy Part 1)



(A Poetic Justice Photomontage)

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The phrase "separation of church and state" is derived from a letter written by Thomas Jefferson in 1802 to a group identifying themselves as the Danbury Baptists. In that letter, referencing the First Amendment of the United States Constitution, Jefferson writes:

"Believing with you that religion is a matter which lies solely between Man & his God, that he owes account to none other for his faith or his worship, that the legitimate powers of government reach actions only, & not opinions, I contemplate with sovereign reverence that act of the whole American people which declared that their legislature should "make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof," thus building a wall of separation between Church & State."

Another early user of the term was James Madison, the principal drafter of the United States Bill of Rights, who often wrote of "total separation of the church from the state." "Strongly guarded . . . is the separation between religion and government in the Constitution of the United States," Madison wrote, and he declared, "practical distinction between Religion and Civil Government is essential to the purity of both, and as guaranteed by the Constitution of the United States." This attitude is further reflected in the Virginia Statute for Religious Freedom, originally authored by Thomas Jefferson, but championed by Madison, and guaranteeing that no one may be compelled to finance any religion or denomination.

... no man shall be compelled to frequent or support any religious worship, place, or ministry whatsoever, nor shall be enforced, restrained, molested, or burthened in his body or goods, nor shall otherwise suffer on account of his religious opinions or belief; but that all men shall be free to profess, and by argument to maintain, their opinion in matters of religion, and that the same shall in no wise diminish enlarge, or affect their civil capacities.

Another formal plea for separation of church and state in England, called Religious Peace: or, a Plea for Liberty of Conscience. was written to King James by a London citizen named Leonard Busher, a man later identified as an Anabaptist. In 1868, the renowned Baptist pastor Charles Haddon Spurgeon perhaps best summed up the separationist Baptist stand thusly:

Which shall we wonder at most, the endurance of the faithful or the cruelty of their tormentors? Is it not proven beyond all dispute that there is no limit to the enormities which men will commit when they are once persuaded that they are keepers of other men's consciences? To spread religion by any means, and to crush heresy by all means is the practical inference from the doctrine that one man may control another's religion. Given the duty of a state to foster some one form of faith, and by the sure inductions of our nature slowly but certainly persecution will occur. To prevent for ever the possibility of Papists roasting Protestants, Anglicans hanging Romish priests, and Puritans flogging Quakers, let every form of state-churchism be utterly abolished, and the remembrance of the long curse which it has cast upon the world be blotted out for ever.

OUR SEPARATION
a poem by thepoetryman

It is with slow strangling
that tongues wag of gods.
And that floods come their raging,
tumbling between valleys,
seizing what’s in font of them
and not what’s prepared to go.
Each tongue’s a star.
Behold the light
quaking against the teeth.
Behind them whirl grand dreams;
tiny gods treading the water,
holding tight to hovering rooftops,
seeing familiar parchment drown
next to a child’s stuffed animal,
its tiny eyes wet with grief
knowing it will float,
drift out to some sea
into a far-off port
worshipped by a child
wrapped in chains.



© 2007 mrp/thepoetryman



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DIFFUSE NEBULA RISING



This one is for my longtime blogging friend, QUASAR9, 11D Space Surfer.


Yes. The poem is political, see if you can guess, but the beauty that Q9 brings to the blogosphere goes far beyond such matters. His blog is amazing, and I mean out of this world amazing!
Quasar9
Like to travel fast,
almost at the speed of light,
and dance with the Starlight...


"Planetary Nebula NGC2371" via Quasar9

Swaggering great comet,
Fire born, dashing the sky in hell’s dust,

dazzling twinkles in your wake-
ferocious smirk

riding such turned up lips
under graying komētēs.

Great swaggering comet,
atop your hairlike steed

declaring triumph,
declining downward like Rome.

~

Out of the vast mist comes a new storm.
Its radiance moves down where clouds

of its coming split the pillars of creation
like sunlight on the back of night.

Far away, where birth glimmers dimly,
Twinkling like an idea,

a
nebula rising tilts our minds skyward
and at long last we see one another.

© 2008 mrp/thepoetryman



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THE WIND



(A Poetic Justice Photomontage)



Would I hold my hand thus if I were such a murderous beast?
Asked the wolf…
Would I be thought a monster like you if I howled in horror?
Asked the sheep…
I howl for pleasure, little sheep! I consume to nourish my sorrow!
Scolded the wolf…
I do not mean to offend your howling or persuade your hunger, sir.
Prayed the sheep….
See my opposing thumb and how it can bring me such pleasure?
Inquired the wolf…
See my shivering hooves and how they frustrate me significantly?
Echoed the sheep…

The wind now wails its bitter speech as the wolf skulks nearer.

Come! Let us sit next to one another and we shall drink a toast.
Said the wolf…
I shouldn’t. It’s not right to do so while so many continue to perish.
Replied the sheep…
Thou art afraid of me, dam? Me? A creature with such manners?
Crooned the wolf…
No. I- I- I just don’t think it appropriate to toast on this- of all days.
Answered the sheep…
But this is a day of triumph! Today’s the best day to drink to victory!
Howled the wolf…
There you go again with the howling? I told you my lambs are sleeping.
Whispered the sheep…

The wind abruptly strengthens with the crow of murderous night.

Yes. Please forgive me, sheep…. …Your lambkins are precious to you?
Posed the wolf…
All babies are precious, wolf. Are yours not precious to you?
Raised the sheep…
Of course they’re precious! I would, without a doubt, kill for them!
Charged the wolf…
Of that I’m sure. But haven’t I asked you to keep your voice down?
Sighed the sheep…
Yes. But aren’t you sufficiently fearful of offending me, little ewe?
Urged the wolf…
I have not offended you, wolf. It is you that will not do as I’ve asked.
Rejoined the sheep…

The wolf now howls with a beast’s bloody bravado!

I do not believe this- Before me is a sheep that’s utterly lacking in fear?
Marveled the wolf…
I’ve fear enough. It is your opposing thumbs that are rigid with terror.
Said the sheep.

The wind stops its screeching and the sheep suckles her babies.



© 2007 mrp/thepoetryman


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3,2,1, 0... WAR ANIMALS (1 million dead Blogswarm)




'3' Civil War (March 19th, 2006)


I have traveled to the edge of Iraq
And peered over.

She panted treacherously.

It is not strange coming out of
The stifled mouth of national war.
It is not easily uttered, these
Words of internal detonations.
It is not compliant, this laceration
Of autonomy `gainst thy neighbor.

She beseeched the air.

I have traveled to the edge of Iraq
And peered over.

Lunged of war.

~

'2' Your Escape of it (March 19th, 2006)

The nattering jaws are a hearse of warring wits
And within their dry swamp thunders denial
They’re dropping the bombs!
They’re lobbing grenades!
They’re devouring in sneering laughter
And consuming with their cynical smiles

These, our leaders, and their most pestilent flesh
Now harvesting souls for kingdoms sport
They’re dropping the bombs!
They’re lobbing grenades!
They’re exterminating in sinister heart
And demolishing the spirit’s sweet core

We the listless are ingesting trepidation in this
And within our quagmire torment subsists
They’re encasing the bombs!
They’re staining our waters!
They’re transporting terror of a false god
And detesting our darling independence

The feint Iraqi peoples, an urn of absorbed ash
And within the ferried grief crashes internal war
You’re dropping the bombs!
You’re lobbing death’s den!
You’re lancing our prospects in tyranny
And you shall escape us ahead of our end

~

'1' Coursing Upward (March 19th, 2007)

This country needs the truth to be spoken.
Have a reunion with an unwavering light
To chart, ride, and calculate deceptions heavy barbs,
Sustenance weighed for worth and certainty.

We need pledge our suspicion on the breath of man
Prepared to open his lips and cough up
America’s latest shadowy, myth-soiled account.
We need pale all the ears of our streets with hesitation,

With exactness snatched between the rational mind and fear.
Power seeks out the holes in our doubt
And patches them with dread
So good men shiver at their own shadow.

I’m not afraid to pen my doubt upon the screen,
The virtual pages of our present language,
Of man’s bowed and busted logic
Coursing upward, seeking the flesh of truth.

~

'0' War Animals (March 19th, 2008)

Would I hold my hand thus if I were such a murderous beast?
Asked the wolf…
Would I be thought a monster like you if I howled in horror?
Asked the sheep…
I howl for pleasure, little sheep! I consume to nourish my sorrow!
Scolded the wolf…
I do not mean to offend your howling or persuade your hunger, sir.
Prayed the sheep….
See my opposing thumb and how it can bring me such pleasure?
Inquired the wolf…
See my shivering hooves and how they frustrate me significantly?
Echoed the sheep…

The wind now wails its bitter speech as the wolf skulks nearer.

Come! Let us sit next to one another and we shall drink a toast.
Said the wolf…
I shouldn’t. It’s not right to do so while so many continue to perish.
Replied the sheep…
Thou art afraid of me, dam? Me? A creature with such manners?
Crooned the wolf…
No. I- I- I just don’t think it appropriate to toast on this- of all days.
Answered the sheep…
But this is a day of triumph! Today’s the best day to drink to victory!
Howled the wolf…
There you go again with the howling? I told you my lambs are sleeping.
Whispered the sheep…

The wind abruptly strengthens with the crow of murderous night.

Yes. Please forgive me, sheep…. …Your lambkins are precious to you?
Posed the wolf…
All babies are precious, wolf. Are yours not precious to you?
Raised the sheep…
Of course they’re precious! I would, without a doubt, kill for them!
Charged the wolf…
Of that I’m sure. But haven’t I asked you to keep your voice down?
Sighed the sheep…
Yes. But aren’t you sufficiently fearful of offending me, little ewe?
Urged the wolf…
I have not offended you, wolf. It is you that will not do as I’ve asked.
Rejoined the sheep…

The wolf now howls with a beast’s bloody bravado!

I do not believe this- Before me is a sheep that’s utterly lacking in fear?
Marveled the wolf…
I’ve fear enough. It is your opposing thumbs that are rigid with terror.
Said the sheep.

The wind stops its screeching and the sheep suckles her babies.



© 2007 mrp/thepoetryman

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THE WEIGHT OF IT




Put a single bullet in the palm of your hand…
It lays there, obedient, glistening, motionless,
Weighing no more than a thought.

Sew all grenades into the sleeves of white dress shirts
Making sure to leave the pins fully engaged
And they shall never again need ironing.

Gently lower all IEDs to the furthest depths of the sea
Among the amazing and peculiar mysteries of the deep
And strange creatures shall dance to their silence.

Place all the military tanks on the planet into large pots,
Stoke all the furnaces and melt them down into a liquid
And from them erect millions of rolling libraries.

Hang all rifle
s and handguns from the surface of the moon
Like an airplane mobile or a holiday tree ornament
And listen to the wind make a joyful noise.

Sculpt all manner of bombs into enormous statues,
Whose eyes look down and whose brows are furrowed,
And merrily stare back into their dreary faces.

Place a world of peace in the palm of your hand…
Feel it gently breathing, exhaling through your fingers,
Weighing no more than imagination.



© 2007 mrp/thepoetryman

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THE ENTHUSIASTIC




O disheveled souls sent out to butcher spirits,
Sightless boys placed down in suffering’s arid grasp,
Do not go out unaided in this churning despair
With its tall and fickle beast slung over your shoulder,
Its eyes within you ill equipped at channeling peace.

The blood, reaching high enough, will sting your eyes
And your host will move you in front of dread
Directing you toward a manacled liberty unaware,
Its love set to rip the flesh that holds your frown,
Prepared to gleefully declare that peace is dead.

The beast has its place, I suppose.
War.
Rattling war.
Without end.
What has been done.

The carnage laid siege to the cities
The way monstrous death inhales,
Corpses growing into the soil like freshly sown seeds
With the enthusiasm of young men.

That is the thing that is most troubling.
The eagerness, the unbridled pleasure.
The significance of this
May well be our ruin.



© 2007 mrp/thepoetryman


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TO THE CHILDREN (an ode for Lazare Ponticelli)



"To the children, I told them and I repeated to them, do not make war."


--Lazare Ponticelli, 110; the last surviving French veteran of World War I (previously known as "The war to end all wars" and "The Great War"). Read more...



TO THE CHILDREN
a poem by thepoetryman

O embrace the stillness, the sky, green grass, love.
Place the goodness down… with plenty leftover;
The tranquil face of a child smiling on future suns,
Colossal portraits soaring over mirrors of blue water,
Beautiful noise strumming man’s veteran tongue,
Unmistakable truths spoken before the slaughter!

To the children, I told them, I repeated, do not make war.

The history of war need bend to our spirit not crush it.
No one lives alone, it is death that finds them there.




© 2007 mrp/thepoetryman

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CACKLED SLUR




(A Poetic Justice Photomontage)

WASHINGTON (AP) — Democratic Sen. Barack Obama assailed as "slice and dice" politics Geraldine Ferraro's assertion that he wouldn't be where he is in the presidential race if he weren't black.
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"Part of what I think Geraldine Ferraro is doing, and I respect the fact that she was a trailblazer, is to participate in the kind of slice and dice politics that's about race and about gender and about this and that, and that's what Americans are tired of because they recognize that when we divide ourselves in that way we can't solve problems," Obama said on NBC's "Today" show.
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"Reverse Racism" rears its ugly head via TampaBay.com
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"I was talking about historic candidacies and what I started off by saying (was that) if you go back to 1984 and look at my historic candidacy, which I had just talked about all these things, in 1984 if my name was Gerard Ferraro instead of Geraldine Ferraro, I would have never been chosen as a vice presidential candidate," Ferraro said on ABC's "Good Morning America." "It had nothing to do with my qualification."
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"Ferraro: Open Mouth, Insert Foot" via Rev. BigDumbChimp
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Ferraro said she has a 40-year history of opposing discrimination of all kinds, including race, and that she was outraged at criticism of her remarks by David Axelrod, Obama's chief media strategist, because he knows her and her record.
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"She's The Real Monster" via The Tome of Communism
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"David Axelrod, his campaign manager, has chose to spin this as a racist comment because everytime anybody makes a comment about race who is white — he did it with Bill Clinton, he was successful; he did it with (Pennsylvania governor and Clinton supporter) Ed Rendell, he was less successful; and he is certainly not going to be successful with me," Ferraro told CBS' "The Early Show." "He should have called me up ... He knows I'm not racist."
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"Oh! Give it up!" via Lawyers, Guns and Money
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Ferraro said she stands by her assertion that Obama's success in the Democratic campaign is due "in part" to his race.
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"Ferraro Defends Racism with Racism" via Liberal Avenger
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Obama, however, said that if someone in his campaign had suggested that Hillary Clinton "is where she is only because she is a woman" she would be offended.
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"It's Still a Tie" via This Space for Rent
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Clinton has said she disagrees with Ferraro's remarks. In an interview with The Associated Press, she said, "It's regrettable that any of our supporters — on both sides, because we both have this experience — say things that kind of veer off into the personal."
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"Memo to Liberals" via Too Sense


CACKLED SLUR
a poem by thepoetryman



O beautiful is the scrape of power’s envy…
As intolerance is to our dear white thrown.

The flutter of dreary words delights me…
In their exactness, progress is electrified.

Cackled slurs, vigorous demons they rouse…
Fetching deceit `round upon our drained lips.

O exquisite is the scrape of power’s envy…
Blind seraphs leading us to justice.


© 2007 mrp/thepoetryman

"Minced Garlic - Keith Olbermann Special Comment" via Minced Garlic

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"Ferraro Leaves Clinton Campaign" - Take the two polls

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MEIN WORTH


The O’Reilly Factor: Karl Rove Points To McCain’s Adopted Daughter As Example Of McCain’s Worthiness... By: Nicole Belle

It is no longer possible to have your irony meter redline when Karl Rove appears on TV. He is so beyond the pale, so completely entrenched in his alternative reality that the only thing left to do is marvel at the brass cojones he must possess to pull off this appearance on The O’Reilly Factor. Now that the Bush administration has officially endorsed Republican nominee John McCain, Bush’s Brain tells Billo that there’s a lot about McCain that the public doesn’t know, and those things would impress them. For example, did you know that McCain adopted a dying baby from Bangladesh? (Read more...)





(A Poetic Justice Photomontage)

Failing
Pierced
Dreadful
Agonistic
Thrust end to end
Throbbing
Come men
Without a world



© 2007 mrp/thepoetryman

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SNOUT OF GOD

(Glenn Beck and Pastor Hagee - Anti-Christ experts)


First let me just say... Glenn Beck is a goddamned pathetic misery and Pastor Hagee's a real goddamned piece of shoddy work! Parasites, the both of them...


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Anti-Christ defined:
In
Christian eschatology, the Antichrist or anti-Christ has come to mean a person, an image of a person, or another entity that is an embodiment of evil.

The word 'Antichrist' is translated from the combination of two ancient Greek words αντί + χριστος ('anti + khristos), which can mean anti "opposite" (of) khristos "anointed" therefore "opposite of Christ" (the meaning of christ as the 'anointed one', having become secondary to its meaning as the honorific of Jesus of Nazareth) or anti "as" (if) khristos "messiah" thus "in place of Christ" or a substitute for Christ. An antichrist can be opposed to Christ by striving to be in the place of Christ.

The term itself appears 5 times in
1 John and 2 John of the New Testament — once in plural form and four times in the singular - and is popularly associated with the belief of a competing and assumed evil entity opposed to Jesus of Nazareth.

The term is also often applied to prophecies regarding a "Little horn" power in Daniel 7, and is used in conjunction with many
end times teachings.

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a·pos·tate (ə-pŏs'tāt', -tĭt) n. One who has abandoned one's religious faith, a political party, one's principles, or a cause.

[Middle English, from Old French, from Late Latin apostata, from Greek apostatēs, from aphistanai, to revolt; see apostasy.]

a·pos'tate' adj.

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NIETZSCHE...

What is good?
Whatever augments the feeling of power, the will to power, power itself, in man.
What is evil?
Whatever springs from weakness.
What is happiness?
The feeling that power increases--that resistance is overcome. Not contentment, but more power; not peace at any price, but war; not virtue, but efficiency (virtue in the Renaissance sense, virtu, virtue free of moral acid).
The weak and the botched shall perish: first principle of our charity. And one should help them to it.
What is more harmful than any vice?
Practical sympathy for the botched and the weak--Christianity...
(from NIETZSCHE's - The Anti-Christ)

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SNOUT OF GOD
by thepoetryman


Come! Bring your sullen music `round with instruments of death!

It is ready. Man no more believes in goodness; fear's become his god.
Thou anti-Christ has come… He snuggles with the cackling whore
And dangles ripened sweets before the world’s starving mouth.

Come! Bring your sullen music `round with instruments of death!

Why must thou wait? Why the sullied and gloom-filled creeping faces
If you’re ready to wed the end days vision of god’s sacred reign;
Instead wear laughter when you spout such crestfallen speech.

Come! Bring your sullen music `round with instruments of death!

Blow upon thy
shofar and bang upon thy tof, for the snout of god
Spits his moist powder over the earth while bone-cold heels
Put boots to the downcast face of your wounded clamor.

© 2007 mrp/thepoetryman

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(Neitzsche cont'd...)-- With this I come to a conclusion and pronounce my judgment. I condemn Christianity; I bring against the Christian church the most terrible of all the accusations that an accuser has ever had in his mouth. It is, to me, the greatest of all imaginable corruptions; it seeks to work the ultimate corruption, the worst possible corruption. The Christian church has left nothing untouched by its depravity; it has turned every value into worthlessness, and every truth into a lie, and every integrity into baseness of soul. Let any one dare to speak to me of its "humanitarian" blessings! Its deepest necessities range it against any effort to abolish distress; it lives by distress; it creates distress to make itself immortal. . . . For example, the worm of sin: it was the church that first enriched mankind with this misery!--The "equality of souls before God"--this fraud, this pretext for the rancunes of all the base-minded--this explosive concept, ending in revolution, the modern idea, and the notion of overthrowing the whole social order--this is Christian dynamite. . . . The "humanitarian" blessings of Christianity forsooth! To breed out of humanitas a self-contradiction, an art of self-pollution, a will to lie at any price, an aversion and contempt for all good and honest instincts! All this, to me, is the "humanitarianism" of Christianity!--Parasitism as the only practice of the church; with its anaemic and "holy" ideals, sucking all the blood, all the love, all the hope out of life; the beyond as the will to deny all reality; the cross as the distinguishing mark of the most subterranean conspiracy ever heard of,--against health, beauty, well-being, intellect, kindness of soul--against life itself. . .

This eternal accusation against Christianity I shall write upon all walls, wherever walls are to be found--I have letters that even the blind will be able to see. . . . I call Christianity the one great curse, the one great intrinsic depravity, the one great instinct of revenge, for which no means are venomous enough, or secret, subterranean and small enough,--I call it the one immortal blemish upon the human race. . . .

And mankind reckons time from the dies nefastus when this fatality befell--from the first day of Christianity!--Why not rather from its last?--From today?--The transvaluation of all values! . . .

(from NIETZSCHE's - The Anti-Christ)


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