a response to a crazed lunatic

okay, you half heartedly had me until that last bit. honestly come on now. first of all it seems like you're not exactly sure who you're supposed to be fighting so just stick all muslims in there and kill away and it's okay. and please tell me when moving forward to kill as many people in a certain group ever worked in any situation? it didn't in vietnam, it didn't in world war 2, it didn't in albania, and it's not going to work now. the fact of the matter is that the more you massacre people the stronger their resolve becomes and the more you radicalize anyone sympathetic to their cause.

secondly, those G.I.'s (may they all be returned home safely, quickly, and free from harm) and you may have been told that they were going over to fight for your freedoms but damn near every single one that i've met that has come home alive is 100% positive that they were there fighting a battle of imperial aggression that has nothing at all to do with american freedoms.

it has everything to do with the bottom line for the wealthy since war has always been one of the best ways for empires to grow and for the rich to get richer. don't believe me? here's an article on how the presidents buddies are making tens of billions of dollars off the occupation of iraq. and if that's not enough to convince you then read this one on how members of the bush family are making millions upon millions of dollars on the occupation of iraq and the damn near failed bombardment of afghanistan (remember that rocky hell hole where osama bin laden is hiding?)

and if this "war" really is being waged for freedoms then please explain why civil liberties are being siphoned away? oh, that's right cuz we have to fight them over there so they don't come over here. that's one of the biggest piles of steaming shit i've ever heard. this is one of my favorite quotes of all time:
"Those who would give up essential Liberty, to purchase a little temporary Safety, deserve neither Liberty nor Safety." -- Benjamin Franklin

coming back again.

the path of least resistance took me from my chosen art form and led me on a wild adventure the likes of which i'd never known. i've grown from a simple poet to a writer with diverse tools assembled. and now it is time to return from whence i came. i am reviving my role as a spoken word performer. i'm retaking my title as poet supreme. a wordsmith am i and that's how i'll die. the time has arrived and i'm ready to climb to the next peak. here we go.

speaking on life

"...see the road ahead is lettered with objects, some real in their value, others simply trophies to be ignored."

the point to reach is equilibrium in understanding and ambition, i think. seeing the goals set, and praying for the ability to reach them are part of the daily process for me. but the day in and day out operation of staying sober, staying focused, and being productive, are not all that easy to do. i wake up every morning happy to be alive, grateful to god for all i'm blessed with, but sometimes i just don't handle things in a manner that brings me the greatest return on my investment of personal time. i've proven to be poor in my money management, poorer yet in my time management, and while i've made strides in both i have experienced some massive backslides in recent days. i don't feel very good about being me right now. it's just something i'm going to have to get over. whatevers.

cross roads

The earliest indications showed his volcano was ready to blow,
not unlike a horn in a trumpeters hands,
the inevitability of this mans collapse
seemed destined by fate,
the landscape he shaped was colored with self hate
and a great unwillingness to forgive,
times sand slid through the sieve
and he dreamed his dreams with the heart of a kid,
but couldn't find enough in himself to give it a go,
he built but creation from him came too slow,
so he wallowed as he swallowed gallons of booze,
gallons of wine, gallons of hooch and he oozed
with mistakes, mispoken words he couldn't take
back after they stacked and broke camels backs,
so he stopped and decided to drop the bottle,
drop the drama, step on the throttle,
he's scared cuz he don't know where this path will go,
but he's commited to change and can't take it slow