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Forward To The Past

Is Trump building a covert bridge too far
Taking us back to the USSR?

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A Warm Welcome

My life has spanned the decay of decades
And precedents predict present charades.
If I learned anything that will always weigh
Man's on a mission where never minds play.

Too much is not enough, I'm frayed to say
Greed guides a plan that science can not sway
From paved paths of black gold as the free way
To a hot drive by, " My God, It's Fry Day."

But the climate's cool when the right pals pay
Cuz reason's not friends to this USA.
Remind yourself before memory fades
After DJ Trump spins, tweets, and evades.

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If The Drum Is A Woman

If the drum is a woman
why are you pounding your drum into an insane
babble
why are you pistol whipping your drum at dawn
why are you shooting through the head of your drum
and making a drum tragedy of drums
If the drum is a woman
don't abuse your drum don't abuse your drum
don't abuse your drum
I know the night is full of displaced persons
I see skins striped with flames
I know the ugly dispositions of underpaid clerks they constantly menstruate through the eyes
I know bitterness embedded in flesh
the itching alone can drive you crazy
I know that this is America and the chickens are coming home to roost
on the MX missile
But if the drum is a woman
why are you choking your drum
why are you raping your drum
why are you saying disrespectful things
to your mother drum your sister drum
your wife drum and your infant daughter drum
If the drum is a woman
then understand your drum, understand your drum
your drum is not docile
your drum is not invisible
your drum is not inferior to you
your drum is a woman
so don't reject your drum don't try to dominate your drum
don't become weak and cold and desert your drum
don't be forced into the position
as an oppressor of drums and make a drum tragedy of drums
If the drum is a woman
don't abuse your drum don't abuse your drum
don't abuse your drum
don't abuse your drum

- Jayne Cortez

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Planet of The Apes: Origins

I have existed as I expected yet been disaffected by decisions to which I succumb. In the future, I reckon, as poor choices beckon, I'll be less nimble than numb. A rising inhuman feeling, I'm apart of being, but a part of the decidedly dumb. In my condition, unable to speak without contrition, unspeakably sedated and out of commission, I find myself among the unsung. With debilitating humility from declining mental agility, a lesser primate, I have become.
The devolution's hastened by faux revolution raisin' in the name of the orangutan Trump. A regular Ape Lincoln, with a gorilla tactic inklin', the only change his devoted will get is a chump. Yet, the worst of it, as he threw his shit, too many fell for this relative chimp's speeches on stump. In time and despair, perhaps we'll care, and American humanity recognizes insanity, then gives him The Donald Dump.

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I'm slo not worthy

you guys are too smart for me.

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Shine

We're so close
And yet so far
I guess that's just
The way things are
And we'll all know
When Heaven's here
That's the place where no one lives in fear
so Shine
There is nothing better for you to do with your
Time
Than be a rainbow of love

We're living on
A miracle
We pick and choose
Of our free will
And each new day
We choose our path
And only love can make God laugh
so Shine
There is nothing better for you to do with your
Time
Than be a rainbow of love

We're so close
And yet so far
I guess that's just
The way things are
A smile here
A heart-ache there
So many things that we all share
so Shine
There is nothing better for you to do with your
Time
Than be a rainbow of love

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Breathe

Just breathe...

Breathe...Gasping, into light you're thrown!
Like glass, your turning leaf is blown
clear of sweet slumber's song but there's
no need of hers - you'll sing your own.

You, newly born of mother's prayers,
will breathe your first of earthen airs
and thirsty, let your voice be heard
'til she's dispersed the drink she shares.

As leaves are, by the wind, bestirred,
with each new breath, you'll find you're spurred
on by survival's undertow
as well as by debts love-incurred.

Oh, precious child, I love you so!
What wonders of this world you'll know
but one day too, this life you'll leave...
Take one last breath and let it go.

Yes, breathe...

- Lycia Harding

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You don't have to go to DC. All that shit's on Google Maps now.

That's quite enough from you, slo.
Go on, back in the hutch.

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The Nixon Pixies Are Everywhere

Paper Boy

Paranoid old man
reports his stolen paper.
Story on page five.

-Lycia Harding

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...with a face like a mortician's ring finger

Careful, you maverick. They might be reading this.

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