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esteban folsom
i am me
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Total number of comments: 15 (since 2009-11-24 07:12:35)
i am me
Website: http://www.artvt.com/poets/folsom/index.html
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if you liked
code pink
you're gonna love
code red
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well my friend
there are very few choices in life
that really might affect all of us
we're all pissed at you - 'cause
you could make a difference
you still can
it's the easiest thing in the world
you listen to your own true heart
i know you will make the right decision
it could mean more than all you've ever done
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and yes
we've looked
each-other
in the eye
est
who killed the man ?
the man that held the gun ?
or was it the bullet
or god
who made mans flesh weak ?
we all know what's right and wrong
we have absolutely no excuse
it will be the soldiers who end this
by refusing to fire
then
we can call ourselves human
a closed fist
like a closed mind
holds nothing
only useful
for one thing
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this gesture says to me
'hold on -i know what's best for you-
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it will take awhile
with great effort
but the fist will open
and in the palm of his hands
each man will see
his salvation proceeds
from his own efforts
[in concert with all of us]
bibi's people
can be at the front of the line
-in this realization -
or dragged behind
either way
it's gonna happen
extend a hand in friendship
or receive one in enmity
well
i have to say i was surprised to see
a google ad for aipac [and similar]
right there at the bottom of u-tube
then i remembered where i was
just no - end to it - is there ?
one more time
in his own words
ken o'keefe :
I said this straight to Israeli agents, probably of Mossad or Shin Bet, and I say it again now, on the morning of the attack I was directly involved in the disarming of two Israeli Commandos. This was a forcible, non-negotiable, separation of weapons from commandos who had already murdered two brothers that I had seen that day. One brother with a bullet entering dead center in his forehead, in what appeared to be an execution. I knew the commandos were murdering when I removed a 9mm pistol from one of them. I had that gun in my hands and as an ex-US Marine with training in the use of guns it was completely within my power to use that gun on the commando who may have been the murderer of one of my brothers. But that is not what I, nor any other defender of the ship did. I took that weapon away, removed the bullets, proper lead bullets, separated them from the weapon and hid the gun. I did this in the hopes that we would repel the attack and submit this weapon as evidence in a criminal trial against Israeli authorities for mass murder.
I also helped to physically separate one commando from his assault rifle, which another brother apparently threw into the sea. I and hundreds of others know the truth that makes a mockery of the brave and moral Israeli military. We had in our full possession, three completely disarmed and helpless commandos. These boys were at our mercy, they were out of reach of their fellow murderers, inside the ship and surrounded by 100 or more men. I looked into the eyes of all three of these boys and I can tell you they had the fear of God in them. They looked at us as if we were them, and I have no doubt they did not believe there was any way they would survive that day. They looked like frightened children in the face of an abusive father.
But they did not face an enemy as ruthless as they.
Instead the woman provided basic first aid, and ultimately they were released, battered and bruised for sure, but alive. Able to live another day. Able to feel the sun over head and the embrace of loved ones. Unlike those they murdered. Despite mourning the loss of our brothers, feeling rage towards these boys, we let them go. The Israeli prostitutes of propaganda can spew all of their disgusting bile all they wish, the commandos are the murders, we are the defenders, and yet we fought. We fought not just for our lives, not just for our cargo, not just for the people of Palestine, we fought in the name of justice and humanity. We were right to do so, in every way.
ok
so i go out and buy a 21# monitor
thinking 'now i can read these guys
without the constant shuffling back and forth'
but no go flo-jo
can you guys [and paul at war in context]
possibly keep the column width tighter ?
see juan coles IC word-press site for example
much and many thanks
for your consideration
esteban
W.B Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert.
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
god damn it
i said something
and i'll say it again
go ahead you fools
let a couple go
you are the ones
that will suffer
that terrible fate
you may do some damage but then
everyone will know
where it came from
and every one
of your brethren
will answer for
your stupidity
what a shame
no one and i mean
no one hates jews
but all of us
me included
have had about
enough of your
foolishness
wise up
my friends
your hola caustic
is gonna look sweet
compared to the hell
you are courting
there is something about the truth
it has a certain ring to it
sort of like crystal
it is easily heard
impossible to deny
once it makes that sound
so much better
than speaking a lie
and knowing it
catastrophic
for the teller
devastating
for the recipients
'always tell the truth
it's so much easier
than remembering
a lie"
and
enough with this
warring based on
lies lies and more lies
wait a minute
am i to actually believe
that israel or any other country
would really launch nuclear weapons
for any reason whatsoever ?
not acceptable in any event
can’t we figure that much out ?
‘now is the time
for all good men
to come to the aid
of their country’
kenneth o'keefe
in his own words:
"I said this straight to Israeli agents, probably of Mossad or Shin Bet, and I say it again now, on the morning of the attack I was directly involved in the disarming of two Israeli Commandos. This was a forcible, non-negotiable, separation of weapons from commandos who had already murdered two brothers that I had seen that day. One brother with a bullet entering dead center in his forehead, in what appeared to be an execution. I knew the commandos were murdering when I removed a 9mm pistol from one of them. I had that gun in my hands and as an ex-US Marine with training in the use of guns it was completely within my power to use that gun on the commando who may have been the murderer of one of my brothers. But that is not what I, nor any other defender of the ship did. I took that weapon away, removed the bullets, proper lead bullets, separated them from the weapon and hid the gun. I did this in the hopes that we would repel the attack and submit this weapon as evidence in a criminal trial against Israeli authorities for mass murder.
I also helped to physically separate one commando from his assault rifle, which another brother apparently threw into the sea. I and hundreds of others know the truth that makes a mockery of the brave and moral Israeli military. We had in our full possession, three completely disarmed and helpless commandos. These boys were at our mercy, they were out of reach of their fellow murderers, inside the ship and surrounded by 100 or more men. I looked into the eyes of all three of these boys and I can tell you they had the fear of God in them. They looked at us as if we were them, and I have no doubt they did not believe there was any way they would survive that day. They looked like frightened children in the face of an abusive father.
But they did not face an enemy as ruthless as they.
Instead the woman provided basic first aid, and ultimately they were released, battered and bruised for sure, but alive. Able to live another day. Able to feel the sun over head and the embrace of loved ones. Unlike those they murdered. Despite mourning the loss of our brothers, feeling rage towards these boys, we let them go. The Israeli prostitutes of propaganda can spew all of their disgusting bile all they wish, the commandos are the murders, we are the defenders, and yet we fought. We fought not just for our lives, not just for our cargo, not just for the people of Palestine, we fought in the name of justice and humanity. We were right to do so, in every way."
no
goals
or not
enough
anyway
i hated soccer
you run up
and back
i could kick
that ball though
i played fullback
we had to play
if we wanted
to ski
and you know
i had to do that
so up i went
and back i came
got to kick the ball
in every game
and now i wish
i felt the same
youth ain't lost
just the flame
no
i was never
a soldier
oddly enough i heard this interview
words can be used for many things
i've always liked the sound of 'obfuscation'
the title ^ though reminds me of a little ditty
i would leave on the top of 'usa today' boxes
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the cia is fbin'
flyn' drugs in
domestic spyn'
bush is lyin'
oh yeah
meant
bush two
also
and ...
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley