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    To the Spooks

    2009 - 09.11

    To the Spooks

    I know your out there, listening to the Echelon masses
    Making face print files out in the city.
    I know people die at random at your hands
    Which deliver death with such cold precision.
    That you never see it coming.

    911 was an inside job. Just how many terrorist did you recruit and train?

    I know you took her, I know you killed her
    And I’m not the only one (My safety net)
    Guns for drugs, training terrorists until they turn
    Biting your hand like a snake, before crawling away
    To kill millions in the name of their god.

    You changed America, she is forever stained
    And your excuse is our protection
    Which we have had the right to change
    Or we used too, until the Bill of Rights was Bushed.
    You’re the man behind the man, that works the American machine.


    Journey to Jimi Hendrix’s Grave

    2009 - 09.10

    Just another poem about truckin’ along the highway

    I just jumped in my rig at 3 a.m.

    I had to visit a dead guitar hero whom I outlived by 20 years

    My love is going to be pissed, but we poets are sometimes unpredictable

    I’m driving 200 miles or so to pay homage to a man who barely got started

    But like Icarus he flew too close to the sun.

    And Heaven called him home.

    I have other reasons for my travels, I never go anywhere

    I live in a brown Ghetto, where they’ll take your life and leave you there.

    Used up all of my faith, perhaps this is the reason for my mission

    To peer into the well of death, so life has meaning to me again

    I don’t think I’ll get my future, It just won’t play out that way

    It saddens me, I have so much to offer, but no one will be there.

    I hit Renton WA. early morning, found the cemetery, waited at the gates

    The sun was just rising on the living, Hey, I could get used to this peaceful place.

    There was a man raking, he looked so calm and peaceful himself

    Approaching him I asked him where Jimi’s grave was and he looked at me

    He didn’t speak for a moment, then he said “Over there, by the sundial”

    And he turned his back to me.

    As I walked towards Jimi’s grave I noticed it was well kept.

    Eat your heart out Jim Morrison.

    I felt as if I was one of the dead, long ago something inside of me had died.

    I felt his presence, he knew I was there.

    Did you know they buried him with his white guitar?

    I laid down a dozen roses and that’s when I began to cry

    For the the lost

    For the Years

    For all my petty little fears

    My Heart bled for Rock-N-Roll

    I felt a great weight on my soul.

    This one was like my dad, taken far too young

    I reflected on my life and what had brought me here

    I swear I heard his music, ringing in my ears

    I sat for hours crying about all we had lost

    Me and Jimi a world apart

    A voice said behind me ” He knows what you said”

    It was the yards-man, a smile on his head.

    “I seen so many make this trip just like you, if the world remembered it’s heroes many things would now be true

    I was embarrassed to be caught crying this way he said ” We all miss him you know, those who knew his way”.

    Then like before without a word he turned around and left.

    Suddenly I felt better, had no crying left.

    So if your ever in Renton Cemetery, visit the sundial, listen real close Jimi plays lead in heavens host



    2009 - 09.06

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     Pour into the streets, scream and stomp your feet

    Your voice has got to be heard, this whole thing gettin’ too absurd.

    It’s not time to fight, better get that right

    It’s time to learn, not time to burn

    We gotta’ all hang tight, it’ll be allright

    Listen to the words, what was that you heard?

    Grow a garden for peace, feed the man on the street

    Shout out till you can’t speak

    Yeah…….Oh Yeah……..



    John Lennon’s Quotes

    2009 - 09.05

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    Well it’s way past midnight and I’m walking the streets

    Amazed at the numbers laying at my feet

    Hey I thought we had this thing beat

    But you notice these things at midnight walking the streets.

    I thought this was cured when we got Nixon off TV

    But the problems grown worse and I’m scared cause I’m old

    Don’t have the strength to suddenly be bold

    My whole body feels kinda’ cold

    When you’re walking the streets at midnight alone 



    2009 - 09.04

    This is the time

    This is the place

    For the Atomic human race

    To be tested against itself

    War, Famine, Disease, nuclear scare , biologogical weapons

    A Changing Planet, species moving on forever

    Yes this is the test, do you want to reach the stars Atomic child?

    Your finger is on the button don’t blow it

    Love still lives in your heart , why don’t you show it?

    Rock and Roll saved the world then became a symptom of it’s decay

    We must change this, I know the  old are out there, wanting to fight the good fight

    To feel their feet on the ground one more time even if it means they must die on it.

    Kill your television and join us as we march once again

    Nescessity has redeployed us

    We need to work together as friends.

    Their are others in line , believe it or not

    With fewer chromosomes to change

    Just one mistake on our part, They could take the reigns.


    Arabic Hackers

    2009 - 09.02

    2 days ago an Arabian hacker (I won’t advertise his name ) saw fit to wreck this entire site and then sign his name to it. He hides in France. Fortunately there  is thing called “backups” and we rectified the matter in no time. I just want to share what small brained people (not Arabs specifically) are trying to suppress art that is just slightly different but definately American