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no meteor, no dinosaur
what on earth is hitting the earth
a heat wave is melting our mother's floor
what caused this mega maniacal birth
of a baby in heat, grown to child on fire
aged to rage while fed by men
birds cannot sit on a red hot wire
more heat keeps coming what happens when
atmosphere in heat will seek to sex cloud
arms of our mother are warping and burning
her clothing now torn bursts to flaming shroud
while the blood in her veins is churning
and boiling and rolling to ashes and soot

There isn’t a war on pink
There isn’t a battle of the sexes
Any more than there’s been a battle
Between the id and the super-ego
Since the beginning of time

This desire to put someone in their place
As if people are spoons that go in kitchen drawers
Or guns that go in holsters

Men are not the super-ego
And we are not guns

But we are up in arms
Because that’s what you do with arms
Embrace the challenges
Signal the planes’ taking off or landing

the drum beat
aching in my tooth
brought me to my knees....

one call, one appointment
i'm in the dental chair
the very next day....

tall dark and white
twenties babe with a smile
making sure I was fine...

I didn't leave my body this time
waiting in the white light above
as the pain was too much pulling out 6 teeth....

not this time
three blue lights
shaped of a diamond....

Earth Mother.

There is a mother out there dying,
who doesn’t understand why.
There are a billion children crying,
can’t you hear the collective sigh.

Build your walls to hold back the tide,
as heavy clouds go sweeping past.
Condemn the science go on pick a side,
but mother earth is changing fast.

Like a petulant child we stamp our feet,
while mother earth knows best.
Demanding always something sweet,
sucking greedily at her breast.

About three heartbeats ago,
from a geologic time view point,
we traced our steps to how the earth did grow,
gulping every story though some appear disjoint.
We adopted a meandering river flow,
as we moved from one, to the next joint.
Was the trip disappointing? No!
Like one sitting on a score board, it was on point.

I remember, I remember...
Two black plumes against blue sky
in the second week of September.
I recall watching thousands die.

Barbarians let through the gate,
Savages from the death cult
that were filled with only hate.
Collapsing towers the result.

And we said we'd not forget.
We sought them out in sandy lairs.
And we fight them even yet,
putting them in our crosshairs.

Disease called rage.
We only realizes when we are part of it till then yeah
tis it
this is a calm start to the final stage

Disease called rage
Rage
diseases today match up with time
we all complain a bit too often
we cannot tolerate
that’s all
that’s what leads us to
the foremost malady of today
We all know it and call it rage

a sophistication is in the air as heros meet to greet
can't even wink to dismiss this earthly bliss in a time well spent in thought
she walked alone on the side of the street searching for a direction to go
a car pulled over to help her to the next town but he had a gun
she was stripped of her modest dignity left as road kill in vehicle
barely alive but yet breathing with duct tape around her mouth
took her inside to a vast dungeon of existence with barbed wire fences
locked her inside a closet she was used as a sex toy for him to enjoy