Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Gene McCormick- Poem & Art



 

Sartre

Joe and Minna discussing Sartre under
a purple and baby blue sky:

It’s gonna rain but the drops will
run off the brim of my hat and fall
to the ground nurturing  the grass
and flowers.
Not if you walk on the sidewalk.
I will take off my shoes and socks
and walk barefoot through the grass.
And catch a cold? Don’t be stupid.
It’s 90 degrees.
You might step on broken glass.
Maybe. Maybe not.



Jennifer Lagier- A Photo



                                                                    "Bali Hai"

 

JD DeHart- Poem & Art


Erasure

He once was here
but then decided to flee,
stuck in between,
not knowing those who
would keep saying
his name in meditation.
 
 
 

 

Jennifer Lagier- A Photo



                                                       "Maui Snack Shack Signs"

 

Scott Thomas Outlar- A Poem


The Great Purge
 
An appetizer:

I find the very notion
of any form of governance
based upon a system
of hierarchical control,
be it democratic or otherwise,
to be completely repulsive,
repugnant, and antithetical
to natural law and basic human freewill.

Broccoli and cheese soup:

What was it Gandhi said?
“To change the world
one should enter into a booth
and cast a vote upon an electronic Diebold machine
that is controlled by the very fascist interests
who already have their puppets in place
throughout every corridor of public influence,
and who have already chosen behind closed doors
the candidates whose names are represented
on said rigged device.”

Breadsticks and butter:

No, wait, what that dude actually said
was much more simple.
“Be the change you want to see in the world.”

Meat and potatoes:

In a certain sense,
from a detached state
of pure Buddhist observation,
I find it somewhat amusing
how every few years
new Pied Pipers, false idols,
and purported God-Men and Women
are strutted out in the public sphere
and pumped up by the corporate media
to give false hope to a populace
that is understandably fed up
with the status quo of the declining culture.

From a more down to earth,
of the flesh, living in the midst
of the chaos point of view,
I find it terrible and horrifying
that the masses continually
fall for the same old song and dance routine
over and over and over again.

After dinner coffee:

I find it absolutely disgusting
how so many Republicans and Democrats
line themselves up blindly
behind their respective political party
and defend the crooks and criminals
on their side of the fence
from the very same atrocious behaviors
that they rail against
when committed by members on the opposite side
of the two-party, broken eagle system.

I find political ideologues
to be far more dangerous
than religious charlatans and evangelists,
mainly because spiritual institutions
do not (in America, at least) have the authority
to control, tax, imprison, and dictate corrupt laws
upon individuals, while governmental institutions
do assume such an implied authority,
which they are very happy to implement
using the force of guns, courts, and metal cages.

Strawberry shortcake (with vanilla ice cream):

The system in place is intrinsically flawed
at its very core
because it operates from the absurd notion
that majority opinion trumps individual sovereignty.
It is not necessarily true
that the mob is always wrong,
but as a rule of thumb
you can pretty much take it to the bank
that 99% of the time it is.

Voting a new President into the oval office
is not going to solve the problems
that the corporate crony fascist government
of the American Empire
has created around the entire planet.

Bernie (the socialist) Sanders is not going to vest away power
from the Federal Reserve, IMF, and World Bank.

Donald (the toupee) Trump is not going to end
the meddling influence of the Military Industrial Complex
in Iraq, Afghanistan, Syria, Ukraine, and elsewhere.

Hillary (the sociopath) Clinton is not going to take on
the AMA, Big Pharma, Big Oil, and Monsanto.

Jeb (the nepotist) Bush is not going to turn his back
on generational ties that connect U.S. foreign policy
to the reprehensible Saudi Arabian royalty.

It’s simply not good enough
in this day and age –
when all the information needed
to wake up and become self-actualized,
fully alert, and spiritually autonomous
is readily available
to anyone who knocks at the door
and seeks to find the truth within –
for any person to pretend as if they are
actually part of the solution
just because they cast a vote,
got a shiny sticker, pat themselves on the back,
and now act all smug because they chose to play along
inside the comfortable boundaries of socially acceptable behavior.

If you want to see change start to take place
then look yourself in the damn mirror
and come to the realization
that your political hero of the hour
isn’t going to be the one to initiate it…
You Are!

If you want real change
then stop buying into the empty promises of hope
proclaimed from wolves in sheep’s clothing,
stop playing the games
that the current structure dictates the rules to,
stop eating the foods
that wreck your DNA and cloud your mind,
stop taking the drugs
that suppress your immune system,
and stop giving your time, money, and energy
to the very forces
that created this mess to begin with.

If you want change
then change yourself first
by cleaning up your own soul,
then you’ll start to realize
that no politician espousing a political platform
is going to swoop in from the sky as a savior
and do the job for you.

If you want change
then quit projecting outward
and start doing some serious shadow work within.

Post meal bulimic purge in a dirty D.C. bathroom stall:

That pretty much says it all.

- "The Great Purge" originally appeared at Dissident Voice



Bio:
Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com where links to his poetry and fiction are listed. He can also be found tapped into the Beast System on Facebook and Twitter.


Douglas Polk- Three Poems


Integrity

without integrity,
justice can not survive,
government agencies evolve into weapons used by the corrupt,
and the powerful,
ideology dominates the legislative process,
it only matters what is good for the party,
but does not care what is good for the state,
an infection spreading and sickening,
the foundations of the country,
and the structure of its laws,
termites or a cancer,
that will not be contained,
justice ridiculed,
a concept to defy,
integrity ceases to exist,
and justice slowly dies.

 
 
A Bolshevik

Molotov,
hard and harsh,
a shot of vodka,
across the negotiating table,
Stalin's right hand man,
his name now famous for the homemade bombs,
created in his honor,
an amazing bureaucrat,
nicknamed "iron arse",
by Lenin,
he outlasted them all,
defending Stalin,
even after his fall,
hard and harsh,
like the bomb created in his honor.

 
 
The New SS

the FBI,
now America's SS,
soviet comissaries,
away from the front lines,
attacking the nation's police,
safe and secure,
looking over shoulders,
ready to investigate,
any actions taken,
or decisions made,
hypocrites,
demanding fairness,
when its conduct so very unfair,
J. Edgar Hoover would truly be proud,
the agency,
now the bully,
he envisioned so long ago,
intimidating and harassing,
anyone who disagrees,
or has an independent thought.
 
 

Monday, November 2, 2015

Adam Levon Brown- A Poem


Our Last Stand

Poetry is our last stand
In this corporate-sponsored world,
censorship becomes the norm.
Our words, our writing, our poetry
these are the things they can not take from us

Poetry is our last stand,
our only means of expressing
what we think and feel
Our evolutionary revolution
through language

Poetry is our last stand
We have no corporate sponsors,
we have no plans of  "selling out to the man"
We fight daily to tell our stories,
to paint pictures in the minds of our readers

Poetry is our last stand
Every poet has beating within them;
a heart of a rebel;
coursing with the blood of resistance;
pitted against a world full of compliance
and conformity to apathy.

Poetry is our last stand



BIO:

Adam Levon Brown is a published Poet and Author residing in Eugene, Oregon.
He has 2 published books of poetry and has been featured in several places,
Including First Literary Review – East, Section 8 Magazine, and Leaves of Ink.


Richard Schnap- Two Poems


INCANTATIONS

There’s the one that can turn
Cold lead into gold
That never seems
Like it’s enough

And the one that can cure
The wounds of the world
To find other
Reasons to cry

And the one that can change
Indifference to love
That the currents
Of time can drown

And the one that can bring
The dead back to life
From the light that
They’ve learned awaits


PURGE

First will come
Dolls of deliverance
For a second childhood
Tragically too short

Then will come
Chairs rarely sat in
Bought for the fantasy
Of being someone else

Next will come
Paperback romances
With fictional heroes
Bearing unblemished hearts

Till finally will come
A tree bright with trinkets
For the birth of a savior
That too wept alone

Donal Mahoney- A Poem


Ecumenical Fellow Arrested and Charged

The police have announced
the arrest of an ecumenical fellow
who in less than two weeks

in the middle of the night set fire 
to seven churches in St. Louis.
Baptist, Catholic, Lutheran,

Pentecostal—if they hadn’t 
caught the man, he might still
be incensing the skies.  

An accelerant-sniffing dog
and a video camera led to his arrest.
Charges were quickly filed.

The first six churches are black
congregations. The seventh
is largely white but some thought

it was burned to distract the cops 
because of the location of the churches. 
Some media suggested a racial component.

The cops said that although no motive 
has been established, no hate crime 
in this strange case has occurred.

The culprit is black but apparently hate's
not required to burn Christian churches 
if no synagogue or mosque is involved.

Donal Mahoney


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Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri, where this story has been big news for the last two weeks.

Jennifer Lagier- A Photo



                                               "Sleeping Giant- Princeville, Kauai"