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11 December 2004 @ 12:49 am
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Current Mood: awake
Current Music: A Perfect Circle-Emotive
05 December 2004 @ 03:01 pm
The image of the American flag
fades into a crucifix slab,
explaining logical thoughts towards war.
How stricken the faces be, of every soldier,
perhaps destined to an early grave tomorrow
out of respect of America.
In God we trust, not the government trust,
Give to thee the lowest interest rates
And all is forgiven in the conservative world
24 November 2004 @ 06:48 pm
Wiped away the Geneva Convention

when the people really needed it.

Four years after his initial rejection,

our 'War-Time' thief remained president.

Eventually, everything is viewed as inevitable,

once anything can happen during our American wars.

When the powers that be demand peace with radical religion,

Bombs fall at the thought of a Muslim regime.

Violently hollowing parts of the Middle East;

Religion madness has swept half of our nation,

following 'The Commander and Chief'

blinded and needy, worshiping O'reilly.

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Current Mood: chipperdissent pores through my pores
16 November 2004 @ 03:07 pm
Wandering through the khaki forest, she stands
Sent to her death by those who have nothing to loose
They have everything to gain
She has nothing at all
She cannot look the others in the eye
She must close her eyes tight
The simpler the issue is,
The easier it is for her to keep marching
But deep inside something stirs
In her dreams she hears:

Fighting war for peace
Bullets are your friend
Tasting blood like wine
Drowning in your pride
Never rise again
Drowning in your shame

But soon that voice is quieted
Left to fester until another day
Inside she screams
Outside she walks away
Current Mood: coldcold
30 October 2004 @ 10:16 am
Political Haiku
25 October 2004 @ 03:42 pm
permanence is ticking away.
11 October 2004 @ 11:30 am
Why won't you leave the white home?
Mirrors held up to the group of swine.
Presidential ally, to deny is to lie.

Name me three reasons to not create war,
without a finger pointed
at the flea biting, five feet away from the elephant.

A less than masterful mind is capable,
of feeling the width of the room that surrounds,
able to face his own reflection.

All believers have smiled past his shifty eyes.
They're convinced he's set in place.
A sun bronzed statue, confusing the word value with belief.
02 October 2004 @ 12:32 pm
I'm sleeping with America,

Forgetting just how to say no.

Every day, my eyes climb higher,

Straddling ever tighter upon this gold mine of happiness.

Money means more to me than you'll ever know,

I'll survive Survivor, if it means my pockets will grow.

Turn my head away, whenever my stomach feels sick.

I'll eat anything alive, tell lies, and I'll fight to the death,

In a nine eleven minute if it means my happiness.

If it means my riches, consider me a contestant.
07 September 2004 @ 01:51 pm
Wounded Path

who hasn't seen the flames?
tyrants never shed their own blood
the masses teem with anger
and the young die

send a messenger to baghdad
what have we allowed to happen?
bless the souls that burn tonight
beneath the battalion's feet

campaign of tears
hope is assassinated by the beat of drums
left in the lap of a surgeon
the unspoken is the worst of all