Corn Liquor Warmth

Corn liquor warmth

pliable cotton candy…nay, no ne’er-do-well

My jade stone stops to bask in redemption and throws aside, the withered consumption

To err, I acquiesce, human nature

Thus, in the thick of morning’s ray, I am not the only one

Sunday without a shower…

Filters of orange peel for rejoice-ful hours

And, I see,

…my light come shining
From the west down to the east
Any day now, any day now
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Everything is Broken

Broken lines, broken strings, broken threads, broken springs, broken idols, broken heads.

People sleeping in broken bed.

Ain’t no use in jiving.  Ain’t no use in joking.  Everything is broken.

Broken bottles, broken plates, broken switches, broken gates, broken dishes, broken parts.

Streets are filled with broken hearts.

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Imprisoned Japanese American Workers/D. Lange

Broken words never meant to be spoken.  Everything is broken.

Seems like every time you stop and turn around…Something else just hit the ground.

Broken cutters, broken saws, broken buckles, broken laws, broken bodies, broken bones.  Broken voices on broken phones.

Take a deep breath, feel like you’re choking…

Everything is broken!

Dylan

 

 

New Hampshire’s Veteran Cemetery

And, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
And, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?

….
I’m a-goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest.
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty.
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters.

“Damn the wars but bless the soldier.” – Moffitt

Political World

We live in a political world.  Love don’t have any place.  We’re living in times where men commit crimes.  And, crimes don’t have a face.
We live in a political world.  Icicles hanging down.  Wedding bells ring and angels sing.  Clouds cover-up the ground.

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We live in a political world.  Wisdom is thrown into jail.  It rots in a cell.  Is misguided as, hell.  Leaving no one to pick up the trail.

We live in a political world…Where mercy walks the plank.  Life is in mirrors, death disappears.  Up the steps into the nearest bank.

We live in a political world…Where courage is a thing of the past.  Where courage is a thing of the past.  Houses are haunted, children are unwanted.  The next day could be your last.

Bob Dylan

 

 

 

Masters of War

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Come you masters of war,
You that build the big guns,
You that build the death planes,
You that build all the bombs,
You that hide behind walls,
You that hide behind desks,
I just want you to know…
I can see through your masks.
You that never done nothin’
But build to destroy.
You play with my world.
Like it’s your little toy.
You put a gun in my hand.
And,  you hide from my eyes.
And, you turn and run farther.
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive.
A world war can be won.You, want me to believe
But I see through your eyes.
And,  I see through your brain.
Like I see through the water.
That runs down my drain.

You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire.
Then you sit back and watch
When the death count gets higher.
You hide in your mansion.
While the young people’s blood
Flows out of their bodies.
And, is buried in the mud.
You’ve thrown the worst fear,
That can ever be hurled.
Fear to bring children
Into the world.
For threatening my baby.
Unborn and unnamed.
You ain’t worth the blood…
That runs in your veins.heeding the fire 2
How much do I know?
To talk out of turn?
You might say, that I’m young.
You might say, I’m unlearned.
But there’s one thing I know.
Though I’m younger than you.
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do.
Let me ask you one question…
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness?
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul.
And I hope that you die,
And your death’ll come soon,
I will follow your casket…
By the pale afternoon.
And I’ll watch while you’re lowered
Down to your deathbed.
And I’ll stand o’er your grave
‘Til I’m sure that you’re dead.
“If you can do a half-assed job of anything, you're a one-eyed man in a kingdom of the blind.”  ― Kurt Vonnegut
“If you can do a half-assed job of anything, you’re a one-eyed man in a kingdom of the blind.”
― Kurt Vonnegut