Saturday, November 22, 2008
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Oh NOOOO!!! Say it ain't SOOOOOO!!!
Why John Why???????
We here at LandP Left are scratching our heads wondering why John Edwards did this at such a crucial time in his personal life and in his political life. Hasn't he heard of Bill Clinton? High profile people having affairs always get caught. Just ask Ted Haggard, even God couldn't stop the press on this one. So here is my advice to all you high profile people, if you and your partner don't care, sex it up with anyone you choose. Just know the National Enquire will get you. On a side note would we still vote for John Edwards for President or Vice President. We stand firm and say Hell Yes!!!!
Peace,
djsquared
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Another poem...
Born of burdens
Soiled in palm
Sweat flows slow
Thru heart and song
Eyes look up to
Message gone
And strain to hear
Gods message long
Lost to weight
Of saddened glance
And buried deep
In hopeless dance
Of hands stretched
Out in desperate grasp
Of something greater
Than that dance
One step more
To lead you there
But ground moves out
And leaves your bare
A strength sewn deep
In your despair
Births one more day
To take you there
Big MommaWednesday, April 30, 2008
This is not poetry – This is protest
This is not poetry – This is protest
What do you see when you look out into the world I see people who have lost their way
I see families disconnected
children without guidance
elders left without voice
boys thrown to war and abandoned in the sorrow of its aftermath I see children sold to men I see death visited on the innocent self indulgence and greed Status hungry ladder climbing empty eyed vultures Taking whatever lies before them That they decide they want
And if, by their deceptions, they weave a plan and pry your treasures from your grip It’s your fault Because you didn’t play the game as dirty as them
My question to you is
what happens when we all decide to play dirty
What happens when we all buy into the narcissistic mantra of our time And simply take what we want When we want it
what are we left with
or rather
what are we left without
and what have we have left our children without
we have left them without meaning
Beyond their need
That moment
that
when they lay their hands on it
passes through them like wind
and they are left
in desperate search
of the next moment
the
next
empty
moment
life is supposed to mean more
it offers more
than a moment
if we make the choice
this is not poetry
this is protest
pick it up
Big Mama
Introducing the poetry part of our project. Much love to Big Momma our resident poet.
Our voices rise from
Dirt and stone
Blood and sweat
Tears and loss
Ages of sorrow
Crying into histories veins
Some think the battle will
Never be won
But I believe the battlefield
Is a single heart
And that heart
Lives out its transformation
In the life it shows the world
And we are joined
In an understanding
Of our better nature
Sunday, April 27, 2008
We bail out Bear Sterns, but this is still happening
Friday, April 25, 2008
When Unions do good!
peace, love and solidarity
djsquared