Sound of Science

Just a spin on Simon and Garfunkle ...

 

Here comes the darkness once again

They love to wallow in that sin

Because they vision of a fascist power

That keeps its boot on us from hour to hour

And the bullets that they'll pistol in our brains

Still remain, within the sound of science

 

I have a dream to walk alone

But if I do they'll break my bones

And if you're caught outside with a mask

They'll send rough men with guns to stomp your ass

Then they'll stab out your eyes and remove your wayward tongue

Their night is young, and they have fascist science 

Our Complaint To The Sun

We sent a petition
To the Sun
And told it to "cut the sh*t"
We were too hot
And we were too cold
And liked it not one little bit

Since over the ages
Our diligent sages
Had spilled both our blood and our treasure
For all of our sacrifice to the Sun
We had not received even measure

We typed the complaint
Of the weak and the faint
And published it
Without relent
But it was so lame
And much to our shame
The chief complainers were bent

So the Sun blinked an eye
Leaving some dry
As others were lost in a flood
Then it threw off a flare
That roasted our hair
And stopped the complaining for good

Shimmering Heart

They weaved a canvas of touch
Set upon their trust
Then painted a shimmering heart
To sacrament the lust
So in the joining they writhed
Consuming themselves in the troth
They pledged forever was met
Transcending the power of both

The Soldier's Poem

Antietam Creek

How is it now that we are borne

upon a wave of sacrifice
Whose lives were bound for greater things

yet now we pay the price
But whose firm shoulders turned to bear

the blows for those behind
Into our foe we press ourselves

as fate's grim judgment pares the rind
And how we think our selves above

things more eternal than we stand
and bear upon our enemy

with death or life in glov'd hand
Stand not! As what great wind may blow

Fore swear! We say we will advance!
Like waves of grain encumbering

the field for sure will be entranced
Against that wind we throw ourselves

for those we have behind
And fate's grim judgment pares the rind

Pray Justice pares the rind
"O beautiful for glory-tale
of liberating strife
when once and twice
for mans avail
Men lavished precious life!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till selfish gain no longer stain
The banner of the free!

Poems Are For The Poet

We write of life
In wake and dream
But poems are for the poet it seems
For who could have the same engage
And recognize blood on the page
As sentiment and feelings fly
In ink-ed letters cast awry
From hearts in rapture
And despair
Who left the poem,
Lying there....

To The Veteran

For every hero on the stage
On parade or in the grave
With medals pinned and glory flags unfurled

The humble serviceman by scores
Packs the caissons, Guards the doors
Sails sea and sky across the troubled world

Comrades in arms who heard the call
And stepped across that line for all
Knowing well that fate might call their name

They crossed that sword mark in the dust
For freedoms sake and God they trust
And did it not for fortunes gold or fame

So on Remembrance Day give thanks
To veterans past and current ranks
And Praise Eternal God that they were there

Oh quiet heroes, every one
Without your hand, naught would be won
Pray our acclaim, the purest badge you wear

Ode to Albert Gore

All have come
And all have passed
Think thee now are mightiest?
Can you will the rain to fall?
Wind to blow?
Turn spring to fall?
Even with your greatest power
You are less than bird and flower.
In a Lotus of the Indra
We are but a tiny ember.
Soon this age will pass away
Can you will your self to stay?

Me

Please don't think from my following remarks I'm a Republican apologist.
I'm a Democrat whose mother headed the Democrat Women's Club in Austin, Texas
My father worked for LBJ for many years.
They were hard line conservatives until the seventies and there was a decided swing left.
Vietnam left such a bad taste in our mouths that it fueled the swing left.
Hell, I was leading the charge.
We became socialists no doubt about it.
We tried to tear down every value system existing.
It was going to be the Utopia it was supposed to be.

Then I began to see how rabid the hard liners were.
Their agenda wasn't dedicated to equality and justice.
It was only about power.
They were the epitome of Big Brother.
Thought control and slavery to the system.
I detested the religious book burners but they had nothing on the purge
of intellectual thought my fellow Democrats were planning.
It wasn't the conservative minded who were so hate filled, it was us.
Hate of anyone who voiced any opposition or had the nerve to question us in any degree.
We vilified every action of those deemed to be heretic.

President Trump is the result of people getting fed up with the Democrats assault
on every facet of people's lives and liberty. With the crooked courts, deconstruction of the Constitution, the federal shake down machine.
Why blame the Democrats? In case you're obtuse, they're running the show.

The real power in the party belongs to the Clinton Machine and Chicago Communist Mafia.
They have divided the USA more than any other modern dynamic splitting the public into easily manipulated factions by race baiting, sowing class envy while they're the wealthiest collection of scum on the planet. Generating economic fear, faux science religion-ism and crazy ass anti-America fringe groups.
The majority of the press belongs to the Clinton Machine.

It is THAT machine, with its totalitarian agenda, that has undermined our rights and created a fascist state inside the Democrat Party and the state at large.
I voted for Bill Clinton believing he would bring change.
He did, now moderate voices are shouted down within the party.
The Republicans have been complicit with the Clintons in promoting the skullduggery of the Democrats because they are compromised sexual perverts and happy with their cut of the take.

The Jury's still out on this Pres. for any rational and truthful person.
It's too complicated and obfuscated now.
Only time will peel back the layers on his decisions.
He was the anti establishment choice but appears compromised on all kinds of issues that the public elected him to address, especially foreign war.

(Well what do you know. Peace taken root and expanding in the Middle East. The President taking a 2x4 to the war machine and calling them out on a national stage. Russian and Turk aggression confounded. The Kurds with a peace accord. And Libya finally being liberated from the disastrous Obama/Clinton rape. And a mandate to extract the nation from Afghanistan. Pray for Trump's re-election.)

The only power the people still have is the vote; but what are the choices?
So here I am with my eyes open and without the representation I felt I once had.
The establishment is dangerous. Wolves in sheep's clothing. Their way or the highway.
No dissent permitted.
~

Ode to Poe

Upon a sea of languid Hop
I float euphoric conflagration
Ever in my outlaw thought
And miles above my earthly station

The Rose

The Rose that God did choose for us
And in this rose contain-ed was
All of Heaven and Earth to come
Alleluia
Alleluia

Brilliant Rose in Winters Time
Birthed the Whole of All Sublime
There was God in Persons Three
Paresforma
Alleluia

Then sang the Angels to the fold
Gloria in Excelsis Deo
Come and see your Holy Babe
Alleluia
Res miranda

A Rose of Loving Virtue Blessed
Rose that fed our Lord at Breast
Was in the manger where they said
Alleluia
Gaudeamus

Light Garlands Green and Trees of Mirth,
And follow now this joyful birth;
For we are born anew as well
Transeamus
Alleluia

Ascension

Those wise in the way speak of circles in time
Processions of Moons and the Seasons
In circles we count twenty four thousand years
Through ages of Darkness and Reason

A steady machine of Ascension and Light
We make our way out of this well
Though garnished with beauty of nature and life
We're not here forever to dwell

I've pondered the Steles the Ancients bequeathed
That point out Eternities Way
To raise generations, each better and kind
With more wisdom gained every day

Now those who would keep us in chains steer the words
And coarsen the children to come
It is our sworn duty to cast them aside
And prosper our Soul's final sum

The Rue

The Rue

I tread this Rue alone
In morning sun I passerby
Between the walls that shut me out
A world of peace is mine

The walls put here for private worlds
Forgotten is what lies behind
Inside the hollow houses dwell
Those who neither seek nor find

A walking stick I now require
For many days have had their toll
I'm ready for the final steps
With love of all within my Soul