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Cry of the Claymore

24 Oct

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Cry of the Claymore

23 Oct

The Paws of Art

the paws o art





4 Jul

Union , to gather , together , that be True , let’s define our union by our fears , let’s forget our sovereign self and sacrifice such upon the alter of authority so our children can sleep sound knowing that we outsource our responsibility to that which we we lack,, that which is God given ,, I hope our children have 10 times our courage 10 times our fortitude a 100 times , for that is what is needed to right the wrong , it could not be much less.

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20 Jan


Do you not feel what follows
do you not feel
that consequence of choice
chasing you down
no matter where you turn
you cant hide
so stop thinking your hidden
reality sees don’t you know

Cause and effect, is the judgement placed
seeing through those bonds that bind
the ones you swear fealty too
you cultural obedient little boy

Now dose it hurt to point that finger so deep
down through the status quo of conformity
down to a space where a conscience should be
free from those indoctrinated lies

Down to where the pain hurts the most
poking that lump of raw flesh
to a place you pretend not to know
for fear you maybe filled with regret

For it’s not the world and all its horrors that scares you
albeit now that just an excuse
what scares you is the reckoning of worth
which comes with acknowledging the truth

so if I may pretend a word of advice
when you wake up on the morrow 
with a reflection in your eyes
make sure that what you see is full of love and life

with conscience
with courage
with care
with truth

Let the wind horses of enlightenment be a guide for you 

For to live with out such is one thing
but to die without it
is to truly be dead
and I’m not using the word “dead” lightly here
you do realize that, don’t you’

The End.



30 Dec




The One is captured in a linear picture frame
for what must have a beginning
apparently must have a end
so let’s forget the God within
and dine upon our labeled self
for a while

I am this and this is that
a never ending game of ping pong
caught in a duality trap
where there is no victory apparent

It can not just be me that sees
those scurrying in this want and need
tied to their registered keeper
‘The Bank, break free’
for the war proceeds
and to what end ?

The collective psychosis
of collateral damage placed upon the innate
“it’s nothing to do with me
for I have outsourced my responsibility
to those that own the rule
that rule we all adhere too
i.e, the government
my conscience is clear”
but some would say absent.

‘Bang’ there goes another
as one suffers all suffer
and we are suffering, make no doubt
but dose not the same apply to the word ‘Liberate
as one liberates all liberate
a resolution in its self

and what greater resolve can one be, to care
to give a part of oneself to liberate another
what greater resolve can one be
to take back that rule that we all adhere too
and right the wrong
what greater resolve can one be to acknowledge the God within

and what then

what then

might the One become

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I crime

3 Dec



Whose name upon these crimes
is it yours or is it mine
what part do we play in such.
for this price of flesh and blood dose not seem to effect us much
silent that we are

who is responsible for this crime of war
is it that fathers lost son
or is it the monies that supports such an act
this price paid for false freedoms
this madness of “sane men”
who have lost sanities reason.

these same men who care little for tears that have falling
for the brothers
the sisters
the mothers
the fathers
the sons
the daughters
upon the land soaked
makes a stain which dose not wash
so silent the children !

by what right dose one take the life of another
by what right dose one use another to take life
there is no right to such, only the choice to do so
then to live with such
and let us not forget
to die with such also

this crime presented should be called an ‘I crime’
for the I that dose not care
for the I that is unaware
for the I that says
“it’s the price that’s paid for freedoms glory”
for the I that says
“over there it’s the same old story”
for the I that says
“what can I do”
that one sounds like me
which I are you …. ?

but maybe there is an I out there
that can rise and stand
and right the wrongs
in this tear soaked land
this I is not me
is it you ?
maybe it’s a “we” that’s needed to see this madness,

through …..

all wars are bankers wars