I know.
It's been awhile.
I even thought about deleting this blog. I've been in a funk - and still semi-funky. My mom asked me how I'd been these last couple of months and I said, "It's been hell."
Life has been shifting, changing - hard to get a hold on anything. I nearly quit my job. Caused a revolution instead, and others left with more leaving still to go. I think I nearly had a nervous breakdown in the midst of the work upheaval, which occurred in between the hurricanes. It seemed as though everything was getting blown away, washed away - nothing to hold on to. I wanted more than ever to just disappear somewhere, not be me, not have this life. Start over with a new name - the opposite of walking into the Cheers Bar.
I want to start writing again. I've written two new poems.
I'll post one now.
War Time
Do you have skin in the game?
Are you down with the cause?
Is your mission accomplished?
Did you sleep in the ditch?
If you're still on the fence
It's time to get off.
This is war.
It's war in Iraq.
It's war on TV.
A war for our hearts
War for our minds
A war to end wars
And a war to be free.
The war, it's happening
Right here in our streets.
The war in Viet Nam,
It's still being fought by the medic vet
With brains in his lap and blood on his hands
Each time he closes his eyes
The helicopter flies
In anguish he cries
You dont know what I've seen.
You dont know what it's like.
In the fields of destruction
It's hell and it's slaughter.
Old wars continue
DU lives forever.
Afghanistan is hot
Bosnia's still cooking
The Middle East babies have cancer in their bones.
Desert Storm soldiers now have a syndrome.
Operation Enduring Freedom forgot to deliver
Freedom
Before moving on to Iraq.
But there remains
A radioactive trail that keeps killing.
Do you have skin in the game?
Are you down with the cause?
Is your mission accomplished?
Did you sleep in the ditch?
If you're still on the fence
It's time to get off.
This is war.
Take up the pen or grab a gun
Choose your poison
Its time to run
For the nearest battlefield.
We're done with please and good manners
In this war for our hearts
And our minds and our freedom.
As the President lies to the American people,
Cackling at our complacent stupidity.
Flag-draped coffins come home undercover.
Funerals aren't attended.
The dead go uncounted.
The wounded have been hidden.
For a dumbed-down nation
By a President on vacation.
No props given to the mainstream media
For their gleeful participation
In this inhumane war machine.
It's time to take to the streets
Invade the White House
Storm the Halls of Congress
Take no hostages
Make your demands.
Fuck the left and the right
The Red and the Blue
And everyone who sold out
For imperialistic dreams
Filled with greed and power.
It's time to remove them from their ivory tower.
It's time to bring an end
To the lies and the schemes
The profits and the plans
The patriotic screams
For more wars that will be fought
By our sons and our daughters.
The option will be nuclear
Our lives, just cannon fodder.
If you're still on the fence
If you're not outraged
You aren't paying attention.
You've got skin in this game.
This war is your war
Whether you want it or not.
It's a fight for our lives
And our minds and the truth.
We've already been drafted
No chance of withdraws
It's time that you choose
Your mission and cause.
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