Ancient Offspring.

Americana Injustica

How many distant stars,
have we pondered in all,
with your eye from afar,
for your mind to recall,
In search of a meaning,
When our earth is bleeding,
And it never stops seeming,
to be ready to fall,
How many soldiers attacked,
for the voided sake of it all
Desert Storm, the Gulf, Iraq,
Our veterans come home to Hell,
Walk it off with the whip’s crack,
brainwashed to think all is well,
Nobody seems to consider how,
It’s our own liberty under assail,
We like to throw our weight around,
We chase around after our tails,
Its great, a truly amazing thing:
The way our melting pot,
Has become a brew of slop,
Along the way, I think we forgot,
To keep a common identity,
Because look at us now,
Bitter and segregated
Unsure, full of hatred,
of the differences in things,
Defined in the lines between,

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Not For MY People.

Hey, you fucking morons in power;

here’s a fucking idea to the candidates running for president; as well as any future hopefuls belonging to the cursed days to come :

Why not use some of your billions of dollars (money that isn’t really yours, in all reality) to do some ACTUAL GOOD for a change. Do it before you get elected; do it after you get elected; do it because it’s the right fucking thing to do.

 

You want to lead this country?

You want to have the world’s respect as a leader?

You want to make history, in the “good” column?

 

You might have the fake smiles and cash endorsements of the “important people” (translation: people who are rich like you are) in Washington and New York and Texas; but, there’s so much that you seem to have overlooked in your neediness for admirers to cast a vote in your direction…those aren’t the people that matter. Those aren’t the ones who are so hungry for a change in this country that they are falling apart neighborhood by neighborhood, family by family. Those people could care less about the Mother Earth, the OBVIOUSLY tainted brutality belonging to so many police professional across the country, the hungry children with no warm clothes or place to sleep, the seething unrest that boils beneath the very feet of the citizens that YOU somehow feel you have what it takes to lead.

Nothing you can say or do will help us; nothing you claim to stand for makes any difference to our increasingly shameful status as Americans. How many of you have come in succession with promises and big plans that you vomit from your despicable mouths (yes, Obama is included, sorry)? How much better have we grown as a nation? Do you even know what the word NATION actually stands for? Where I come from, it literally means “a federation of tribes”; shall I recite the definition of the word “tribe” as well?

 

Carcass – A Haiku in Four Stanzas.

Void are the words spat,

from the mouths of the elite;

ugliness in speech.

Green is the standpoint,

of pseudo-democracy;

liberties gone weak.

Lost is a future,

Trumped  fading reason,

A carcass for a hairpiece;

“Make it great again”.

Political filth,

Spread amid such poverty;

Serves not a purpose.

Step off the soapbox,

Nobody wants to get clean;

Lathered in those suds.

Dawn’s Early Light.

Secret societies,

pillaged liberties,

warring parties,

uncanny similarities;

 

pompous and blind;

two faces at one time,

our nation is defined,

by how we cut in line;

 

No matter how we try,

to feed ourselves the lie,

the truth is still outright,

something blocks our sight;

 

The Blindfolded Nation,

based on sheer determination,

built up by pure retaliation,

and passed down generations;

 

born to revolutionary notoriety,

and we’ve fucked it up, quite obviously

now we’re chalked up as the world’s bully

because we can’t stop expanding globally.

 

(Not-So) Ancient Proverbs 32: Stupidity.

“Get all the fools on your side and you can be elected to anything.”

~Frank Dane

 

The problem with educating stupid people was that they didn’t know they were stupid. The same went for curing crazy people.

~Chuck Palahniuk

 

 

Injustice and Anxiety.

Anxiety is a thin stream of fear trickling through the mind. If encouraged, it cuts a channel into which all other thoughts are drained.

— Arthur Somers Roche

Injustice alone can shake down the pillars of the skies, and restore the reign of Chaos and Night.

— Horace Mann

America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves.

— Abraham Lincoln

Crown Thy Good.

Getting harder to love,

the blue, the red, the white;

my country is disgraceful,

the worst of all parasites;

I don’t care to vote,

yes – you read me right,

no option on the ballot,

who can tread where I reside,

pompous millionaires,

big white-capped teeth

and spray-on hair,

I do not oblige,

in such wasted time,

it’s all that’s left of mine,

or, at least toe the line,

and let us finally get,

a fucking genuine candidate,

who has lived through,

some tried and true shit,

someone to accurately represent,

those of us,

not born corporate,

or hesitant,

to bleed for it,

the way things stand,

as a REAL American,

the gig is up,

and the towel’s thrown in,

it’s hard on me,

to truly understand,

to grasp the sheepishness,

of my countrymen.

 

Stand to See.

Let the marching armies’ raid;

Let the pin be removed from the hand grenade;

Let the silence be no more;

Let the truth outshine the lies from before;

Let them come – and kill everyone;

Let them take the orders to drop the bomb;

Let the hatred and anger over-spill;

Let the cowards bask in thy own will;

Let us take direction from evil ones;

Let us do their wicked deeds all done;

Let the RepubliCrat behind the desk;

Let’s see him stand to see his foolishness;

Let the spider tap that final bead;

Let the sniper take the spider’s heed;

Let the blood of bad and good spill around;

Let the Elders dance to the drumming sound;

Let all things “American” just come undone;

Let us demonstrate how we don’t see anyone;

Let the tellers of lies herald our nation’s demise;

Let me keep my attention on meaningful things.

Ohhhhhm.

If the rising “end-of-‘Ochama’-term” political tension is this obvious and real (nearly tangible) to me: a half-bred Native stoner who will NEVER gang bang either the Donkey Drone or Elitist Elephant; I can only imagine the prescriptions that all of the associated psychiatrists have been, and will continue to be writing throughout the Republican Ramp Up Rally that’s come out of a fitful hibernation.

USA_by_Ariverrr

Reclaim.

In this modernized, techno-tycoon day and age,
in which illumination shines from an LED console;
a robotic voice sounds disturbingly soothing to me,
the i-Appleseed: now a weed growing out of control.
data plans – print or scan –
my fucking attention span –
is well beyond over-full…
watch me start the Modern American Revolution,
by simply pulling out the Ethernet cord;
In this bullshit “civilized” Yankee culture,
in which you are either poor or filthy rich;
we stand in the sun all day, in line
to gladly pay the outstretched hand –
strip down for the Man –
and once again, here we stand…
watch us smile as we hand over our last dimes,
Divided from the government
united, we can reclaim the orchard again.

Allegiance.

american-flag-backround-10I still pledge my allegiance –
To a long, lost flag:
Of The United States of America;
Not to the Corrupt Politicians,
For which it now stands;
One Nation, Under Control;
No Liberty or Justice at all.

A “Californerican”

As a “Californerican” (a Native American from/in California),

  1. I drive it like I stole it, regardless of where I’m going or coming from – because I’m born and raised in a place where “offensive driving” gets you shot dead on the road, and people seem immune to the concept of merging or using a turn signal.

  2. I suffer from the oddest of the odd triggers of temper, can surprisingly walk, talk and chew an atomic fireball gumball at the same time; I harbor an intrinsically passionate love/hate relationship with my own government (or whatever it is that you’d call those douche-bags calling all of the shots on me and my compatriots from cushy seats, behind bullet-proof windows, in offices that transform into either a bomb shelter or a strip club <blow-jobs included> depending on the button pushed).

  3. I am more terrified of “feminine” gay men than I am of great white sharks.

  4. I can do a 50-50 nosegrind down a handrail on a skateboard (or at least I could last time I tried).

  5. I think Palm Trees are WAAAAY overrated. And, I MUST douse my hair with warm water prior to getting it anywhere near any local lake, river or canal water.

  6. I speak Spanish as a second language, and basically did by age 12 – out of sheer communicative necessity.

  7. Flea Markets are not considered “trashy” to me; in fact, I love them and go as often as possible.

  8. “Dumpster Diving” for “trashed treasures” is considered “trashy“; and is now, also illegal.

  9. I can like totally and personally attest to the total truth behind the totally heinous stereo-type of the proverbial “Valley Girl“.

  10. I think Seattle is too depressing – mentally; and I think that Mexico is depressing – socially. But either place would be the first place I’d consider if “on the run from the law“.