Injustice Tiananmen Square 7/13-7/14/89
Dissident monks, activist students, protest outside the fence. Call and response, blame the betrayed for pursuing accountability. The world needs to see our society, in this culture of incrimination Due process, habeas corpus don't exist.
Mind set rights of citizenship pray openly in public. Youngest political prisoner condition the necessary message. Wearing a monks logo distinctive with self determination Someone's missing a family member.
Falsely accused of preaching against the institution teaching against the system. Transparent variation of immunity for the last time, rules don't apply Interpret the incident, you can either embrace Einstein or Mao. Living in anonymity, living a family life.
You belong here, you who stood in front of tanks Balance a house divided, a bridge of freedom a love of common ground. Struggle for distinction, fairness, a fairest of rewards A responsible promise of democracy.
Victimize the families of the executed, how soon they turn against their own Martial law ordered to do what they're told, that's what they'll do, and only that. Cornered off in the park, standing in circles, leave, disperse or be taken away. Chinese rifles penny a crate
World weeps in remembrance gathering to mark its anniversary Collect the signatures, commitment of names effecting the course of history. State day parade everyone related to the L gang is Granted a hearing, prisoners will never be identified.
that's quite a good poem mr pid. a full frontal assault on the ego, delivered with surgical precision. you don't see that much anymore. nice. f.i.
What's up with your allusion illusion? Why can't you just say what you mean instead of trying to couch some meaning in spaces and words in between?
Is raw naked truth just too real for you? Seems like the hot end of the match? Better to keep em all guessing bout you than getting hung up on some catch.
You enjoy all your masks and your postures adopted designed to get what you're after. People want to believe so why not just deceive since other's feelings don't matter?
There's no need to support a position if others just can't pin you down. And if anyone seems to get too close there's plenty of others around.
Keep pitching persona into the sea of well meaning suckers you find. Surely you'll get the approval you seek leveraging those who are kind.
Why say what you think when when others will feel like you're saying things they want to hear? As long as you get what you want out of them it won't matter that you bring them tears.
Just satisfying your own wants and needs justifies your crass lack of class. Those messy details, substance, meaning, are just one big pain in the ass.
So move swift and light, you rapacious thing, don't get snared inside your own trap. It's a bitter pill to swallow, you know, when all know that you're full of crap.
Conversation is always more interesting than recitation, so speak your mind and not someone else's.
Where ever you go I will be there,
Whether you know or not.
I can't tell you How to be there
You got to go Yourself.
But when we show The feelings
You gotta know That it's real.
Where ever you go I will be there
Whether you know or not.
I can't tell you How to see there.
You gotta Know yourself.
But when we Show the feelings
You gotta know That it's real You gotta know That it's real.
Beutiful poems Andy .. We are more then happy to read your poems .. Thank you for sharing them with us !! It is a nice treat to log on every morning and see a new poem from you .. Hello Andy`s mom !! I send my family here to ,,hehe.. Peace & sunshine ... Stu ...
Couldn't get to sleep last night The thought of you was calling me And I could not fall No, I could not fall.
I listened and I heard The nightbird a callin' me It sang so soft and true, It reminded me of you,
Nightbird NIghtbird Nightbird a callin'.
And when the song was gone There was nothing but The thought of you; And the night bird.
Of what use is there To this endless dance of darkness;
For the nightbird For the nightbird For the nightbird a callin'
I couldn't get to sleep last night The thought of you was calling me, And I could not fall No, I could not fall.
I listened, and I heard The nightbird a callin' me It sang so soft and true It reminded me of you
Night bird Nightbird Nightbird a callin'.
Right on down that lazy river road. Love to sit on the banks and read your poems. peace,pk
the kids alright! and keep em coming FI, never reach that point of backing off, let it flow. peace
yeah, i know i've been monopolizing this space, and i shall back off at some point. i'm just a poem-a-day kind of guy. :) these poems have felt so incomplete, unheard, sitting on my music stand, next to my folder of hunter/barlow material, and for them to be able to be read by some of you, gives them a sense of completion, and wholeness/fulness, that i could never express in words. so thank you all for your flexibility, and appreciation. you reading the words is really finishing the poems, in a way i never could. and thankyou dead.net, for this forum, again i can't express in words. also, i sent my mom here to read some of her kid's poems, so everybody now, HEY MOM!!! :)
thanks grdaed, now i'm "gonna just lean back and turn on the jets"
love, andy schubert
you weren't kidding in your introduction post, you do live here. you have put down some real beautiful thoughts, thanks so much for sharing them with us! really like "sleeping dogs" peace, tc