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• Col. Blisteronmybutt October 13, 2009 10:26 am

  

  No Return to Eden
  War, war, war,
  more, more, more
  quasi-imperialism in store
  for the nation already sore,
  and wondering what militarism is good for,
  will the present incursion
  even decrease our depression
  into the face of fear,
  oh Lord,
  when will we finally learn our lesson
  that compassion is the true cure for terror,
  as well as our dysfunctional desire
  to corrupt our relationship with nature,
  so we stare with despair
  into the abyss
  that stares back into us,
  while the question of our survival
  at this point of no return to Eden,
  has become quite rhetorical.

• Tao McMao October 13, 2009 10:22 am

  

  Divine Mission
  One way in,
  one way out,
  this dense dimension,
  living and dying are the same thing,
  for people perfect in their passion,
  propelling light upon the illusion
  to protect creation from destruction,
  such vision is divine
  within this sacred mission
  seeking harmonious solutions
  to separation’s questions,
  may dear souls illumine the desperation,
  before leaving,
  with compassion for all beings,
  and lessen the pain
  for everyone.

• Hercules McSmith June 22, 2009 8:35 am

  

  Song of Love
  You’re as close as my heartbeat,
  in my breath,
  and in my unspoken intimate thoughts,
  in my inspiration
  dwells your memory
  as a delicate trust
  that comforts me,
  when I feel alone,
  time and space are but an illusion
  of separation,
  life springs eternal
  as truth goes on,
  singing a song of love.

• Nguyen McSmith June 6, 2009 8:19 am

  

  Smiling Dragon
  I’m not fabulous,
  perhaps rather average,
  not too big, not too small,
  not so pretty,
  looks edging on mediocrity,
  but still I’ll never be
  a polyester embezzler
  or a slick-tongued con-man
  brimming with hypocrisy,
  just a loyal dragon
  humble, unafraid, and grateful,
  and sometimes,
  I’m even a poet
  with a loving smile,
  and a hard-on.

• Hobo Hal May 29, 2009 8:16 am

  

  The Wandering Mind
  The little child
  screams its immediate fright
  through a moment of instant terror,
  while the more mature
  picks and chooses
  what fear to remember,
  painting a personal picture
  of perceived imperfection,
  the ego’s grand illusion,
  sailing up the river of denial
  full of snapping crocodile,
  devouring vicarious expectation
  for the duration of the expedition,
  such is life
  along the rugged terrain
  of vivid imagination,
  threatening love to bring it on
  for a limited occasion,
  before sinking into the soupy brine
  of carefully designed delusion,
  ending the fantasized adventure,
  if only for a while,
  and impending realization
  sets in,
  again,
  for the wondering mind,
  wandering the psychic dimension.