Every two years the American politics industry fills the airwaves with the most virulent, scurrilous, wall-to-wall character assassination of nearly every political practitioner in the country - and then declares itself puzzled that America has lost trust in its politicians.
quote by Charles Krauthammer
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In Decline!
to not believe
that America is in decline
is a stronger opiate
than i am familiar with!
but America is not a country,
not a political process,
not Wall Street, not big oil!
America lives within
the hearts of the working people.
and we are stronger
than you think!
we have arisen from the ashes
and we demand hope!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Damned Truth
i am absolutely enraged at the current political state of this country.
shutdown, no shutdown, last minute hysterics, cant pay our soldiers,
but the politicians damn sure gonna get paid!
this isnt a game, it's not a joke, it's not one hand trumps the other!
what we are dealing with here are the lives and well-being of the
American people... and they're playing chess, and using us as pawns!
we're involved in wars we have no business being involved in, that we
financed because we cant pay for them! we have allowed corporate
America to sell out our jobs for a higher profit margin.
we have raped our environment. we've sold our children into sexual
slavery. we've traded freedom for manipulation. we've allowed our
educational system to deterioriate.
we've sold out to sex and drugs and the 'big deal'. the American dream is now a nightmare for most of us.
we've become a dishonest, greedy, bigoted, self-righteous, apathetic mess!
everybody wants to point fingers, nobody wants to take responsibility.
it begins at home, with the man or woman in the mirror. and then it comes down to what we will allow to be done to us!
it is time to quit playing republicans and democrats. it's time to be the
American people again! time to be human! and anybody of whatever party that tries to get in the way needs to be kicked out! ! !
i told someone this morning that i know Jefferson's rolling over in his grave.
we dont need more politicians, preachers, or wall street tycoons... we need the people to rise up and be 'people' again... and now's the time!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Wall That I See
always this wall
this wall, always, this,
wall, always
i see, and face, and
grasp, and feel
with my palms, and touch
with my fingers
never love it
but i am in here surrounded
always, by this, wall,
this, wall, this wall,
always, i dream of
overcoming this, wall
this height,
i dream of ladders,
and tall feet, and i always,
look beyond this,
this wall, this.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On Irish Politics And Politicians
Politics in the Republic of Ireland with any joy I can't recall
Nepotism rife in the ranks of the three major parties Labour, Fine Gael and Fianna Fail
Jobs for their kin and their mates only Irish Politicians in their ways so small
In Politics since my time in Ireland suppose things would not have changed much at all
I was never a member of any Irish Political Party to me they seemed a very flawed lot
The way they conducted their business I certainly haven't forgot
Any one party not cleaner than the other honest politicians anywhere hard to be found
I recall amongst Irish Politicians that nepotism did abound
They grew old and retired on their big pensions they took care of themselves and their own
Honesty and fairness with them not a high priority the most of them for such not known
When they spoke of doing good for the Country they did not mean what they did say
They only helped their families, friends and relations respect to them I could not pay
There were a few honourable Irish Politicians just a few that I can recall
But honesty does not survive well amongst Politicians they are a flawed lot overall.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I Am The American Eagle
I Am The American Eagle
I am the American Eagle
with a broken right Republican wing,
and a broken left Democrat wing,
its 'We the people' body tattered and torn.
It needs pledges of help
to its God Bless America body,
for the Eagle spirit to heal.
Its 10% White Collar head
has lost control of its 90%
Blue Collar welfare soul.
For the American Eagle
to become strong,
we must quit
outsourcing its welfare
and unite with its talons
saying NUTS
Never Under Tyranny Surrender
the American Eagle spirit
that unites this nation.
That America is not 10%
but 100%,
where elected officials
need to be 100%
not 10%.
That we do not need
economic morticians
but 100%
American eagle POLITICIANS,
who are not bickering
Republicans
and/or
Democrats
but 100%
Americans.
'I pledge allegiance
to the flag of
the United States of America,
and to the republic
for which it stands,
one nation under God,
indivisible, with liberty
and justice for all.'
Feel these words reach deep inside America,
It is not a pledge to Demigod
Republicans and Democrats,
Nor is it to Wall St or Private Equity.
It diversity is not just
Conservative, Progressive, Liberal
Or Moderate or Independent,
Rich, poor,
It is even homeless.
Swiss bank accounts,
Overseas tax havens,
It is about investing in America
That we now need 100% pledges
For the American Eagle NUTS talons,
Never Under Tyranny Surrender
Our American 100% heritage
to the future of our children.
So the eaglets can fly
with both wings.
David Lester Young (Franklin Doppelganger) 07/06/12 ©
poem by David Lester Young
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Why Are You Surprised?
Tunisia, Egypt, Spain, Greece and others did protest
Economic enslavement perpetrated by global banks
Bloody wars, poverty and famine moved slowly West
So why are you surprised at U.S. joining protest ranks
ROTMS
Oct 8,2011
99% vs.1% - The Latest on Occupy Wall St. Movement: 853 Cities Across the World Shoring Up for the Long Haul...
“It's Day 21 of Occupy Wall St. (#OWS) , a movement that has inspired Americans all over the country to fight Wall St.'s assault on their political and economic rights. Wednesday, in the biggest action yet, over 20,000 people marched in Lower Manhattan. Occupations have sprung in hundreds of cities all over the country. Occupy Wall Street is only getting bigger.”
poem by Ray Lucero
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His Writings On The Wall
when he was writing about
walls
he wrote the words on the walls
and they were arranged
like walls
from wall to wall his description
about the wall was
consistently like a wall
walling in all the walls
around the wall
where he was writing
consistently and
uniformly the word
wall, wall, wall, wall
and then nothing but a train of walls like this
wallwallwallwallwallwallwallwallwallw allwallwallwallwallwallwallwallwallwallwall
of course, he did notn add any smoke from steam engine
neither did he add any children and women and even men riding on the
train of walls
there was no driver even
or wheels
what he stressed was just a wall, a wall train, a wall nothing but a wall
walling him in
but what he really wanted at the end was something that should wall him out
something however that until now he is still trying to figure out
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Head To Wall
Relax in time,
from the pain you've been.
I don't know anything,
but I can read what's on your face.
Just on moment,
just one more to struggle.
We all want everything,
but we all can't fit in the door.
Seven tries,
head to wall,
hurts your head.
Sort of trust,
that you'll get.
What you paid for soon.
Seven tries,
head to wall,
just to get cut.
And it's only time,
it's what you make it.
I don't know what it brings.
Hope for the good, hope from despair.
A second, just on moment,
just one more to trust.
Some time you'll get to see,
you where you want to be.
Seven tries,
head to wall,
hurts your head.
Sort of trust,
that you'll get.
What you paid for soon.
Seven tries,
head to wall,
just to get cut.
It's what you break down.
It's just a second.
A thrown in towel is the first thing.
Can't tell if it's the time that your gonna throw.
Push through or youll never get,
to see what you gave up,
passed on.
Seven tries,
head to wall,
hurts your head.
Sort of trust,
that you'll get.
What you paid for soon.
Seven tries,
head to wall
song performed by by Quicksand
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America is a country ready to be taken, in fact, longing to be taken by political leaders ready to restore democracy and trust to the political process.
quote by Arianna Huffington
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I'm an American, and always will be. I happen to love that big, awkward, sprawling country very much — and its big, awkward, sprawling people. Anyway, I don't like politics; and I don't make "political gestures" … I don't even believe in politics. To me, politics is like one of those annoying, and potentially dangerous (but generally just painful) chronic diseases that you just have to put up with in your life if you happen to have contracted it. Politics is like having diabetes. It's a science, a catch-as-catch-can science, which has grown up out of simple animal necessity more than anything else. If I were twice as big as I am, and twice as physically strong, I think I'd be a total anarchist.
quote by James Jones
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Over The Wall
Verse 1:
We can play it safe
For awhile
If we can
But will that make me a better girl,
You a better man?
I trust myself
And thats all I can do
Dont you see the world is alive and
Right in front of you...
Chorus:
Over the wall
There is a new world waiting
Over the wall
I want to find out something more
Over the wall
I cannot wait to find it
Over the wall is where I want to be
Come take my hand and
We can be free
Verse 2:
Fear of the unknown
Is unhealthy to the soul
But it eats you up inside
If you dont have a higher goal
You see no light
On the dark side of the sun
What do you think about when
Everyday is over and done?
Chorus
Bridge:
And when the darkness comes
Youll still have a long road
In front of you
And when you cry out
All the world will be around (world will be around)
It wont be easy
But it will have greater rewards
Mountains and valleys
Are better than nothing at all...
Chorus
Chorus
Over the wall
There is a new world - oh...
Over the wall
I want to find out something more
Over the wall
I cannot wait to find it
Over the wall is where I want to be
Come take my hand
Dontcha know it, we can be free
Over the wall
Over the wall
Over the wall
I cannot wait to find it...
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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Casting Obama
They contrive an upheaval
Of a non-existing character -
For character assassination,
They create a bobble-head that
Looks like him
On an empty chair,
They publish his alien
Birth place that
Never was,
They call him a crooked socialist who
Saves banks and Wall Street,
A job killer who rescues GM,
A terrorist sympathizer who kills Osama,
They knot him, stitch him,
Loop him, bounce him
On a trampoline
They shape him as
An actor in their private movie,
Authenticating their own aspersions.
poem by Ibrahim Ibn Salma
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Love will find a way
I’d known false love and been betrayed.
I built a wall around my heart.
I learned to trust another maid
and with her help made a new start.
I built a wall around my heart.
A wall she breached so easily
and with her help made a new start
Because I knew that she loved me.
A wall she breached so easily.
A wall I thought that I could trust,
Because I knew that she loved me
I let crumble into dust
A wall I thought that I could trust
which would protect my wounded heart.
True love can overcome distrust
because it is a thing apart.
I found I need not be afraid
time had healed my broken heart
I learned to trust another maid
and with her help made a new start.
5-Aug-07
pantoum
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Hole In My Wall
Through the hole in my wall,
I see into your head
a beggers day banquet
on a four poster bed
It's food for the eyes
drink for the soul
The hole in my wall
I can't let myself go
CHOURS
I'm spinning 'round and 'round
('round and 'round and 'round)
Don't let me down
(Ooh I groove) Through the hole in my wall
(Love the view) Through the hole in my wall
(Velvet Blue) through the hole in my wall
(I see you) through the hole in my wall
The hole in my wall, lets in the sound
Of bodies and sweat, and merry-go-rounds
The whole in my wall, is better than sex
An x-rated Disneyland, gooving T-Rex
CHORUS (2 X's)
Through the hole in my wall.
song performed by by Warrant
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There Is Nothing To Write
WELL, FACE THE BLANK WALL
STARE TO THIS BLANK WALL
THERE IS NOTHING TO THIS BLANK WALL
IT IS BLANK
IT IS EMPTY
IT IS A HINDRANCE TO WHAT I WANT TO SEE
IT IS AN OBSTRUCTION
TO WHAT I WANT TO BECOME
THIS WALL
THIS WALL IS MY JAIL
MY PRISON
MY BLINDNESS
THIS WALL MUST BE TORN
THIS WALL MUST BE BOMBED
THIS BLOCK
THIS WEARINESS OF THE HEART
THIS TIREDNESS OF THE SOUL
THIS MALADY OF BEING NOTHING
THIS HAVING NOTHING AT ALL
THERE IS NOTHING TO WRITE
THERE IS NOTHING
THERE IS
now i will write about something
from above
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I think the industry finally gets it. They've lost the connection with the American public, and they've got to rebuild the trust with the American public.
quote by Billy Tauzin
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I came into American politics and into this political system proud of politics and the way we make decisions.
quote by Byron Dorgan
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Workers Of America
Workers of America shout long and loud
As we work together hard and proud
We are the ones that built this great country of ours
From the strain on our backs and our blisters and scars
We were the ones to clear the fields and lay the tracks
We are the ones to build the cities and break our backs
And we are the ones to sweat and bleed and die
As we built this great country, which no one can deny
We work the factories, and the stores and the mills
We dig the ditches and collect the garbage to pay our bills
We are the ones to work in the snow and in the heat of the sun
If it wasn't for us the workers, no work would ever be done
It wasn't the politicians or the judges who built this great land
But it was the workers of America as destiny had planned
Also we are the ones to fight the fires and all the wars
When our elected officials send us away to foreign shores
And we are the ones to feed the deprived and the needy
While the rich man cares for no one, but himself and the greedy
Without us the workers this land or any land would certainly fall
As we are the one that mixes the mortar and builds the wall
We pay the taxes to keep America's heart beating
And we are the ones to keep America always competing
Workers of America look up, as GOD gives us a nod
And listen to the past, as our forefathers do applaud.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Tonight I Climbed The Wall
(alan jackson)
Our room was filled with silence
I guess wed said it all
I dont when Id seen our bedroom
So long I cant recall
Wed built this thing between us
Im not sure whats the cause
So I sallowed all my pride
And tonight I climbed the wall
Tonight I climbed the wall
And took her by the hand
Wed come too far to fall
Couldnt stand to see it end
So tonight I climbed the wall
Makin love is so much sweeter
When you love the one you hold
After all these years of holdin her
Youd think by now Id know
Now as we lie here together
All our troubles seem so small
Just these satin sheets between us
Cause tonight I climbed the wall
Tonight I climbed the wall
And took her by the hand
Wed come too far to fall
Couldnt stand to see it end
So tonight I climbed the wall
Tonight I climbed the wall
Tonight I climbed the wall
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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It Is Love Still, There Is No Other...
i accompany you to a wall
i know this wall fully well
it walled me since i was small,
and then i fall in love with you
and you feel the same wall despite the openness of the port of
the city where our love boat is docked
despite the songs of seagulls
despite the softness of my hands cupping your breasts
you ask me to explain about this wall
and so i am taking you there
for you to see
the wall has become thicker and higher
walling me since ages then
and it stares at me
asking, if i have learned about love at all?
if i have really love you? if i really love myself
despite the blindness that the wall is giving me
all my life
the wall is teasing me in front of you
i am ashamed
but i do not give up and hand all my life
without a fight to this wall
and i look at you
and i tell the wall your name
'here is my savior
have pity, she does not know a wall
she has not lived there once
she does not know your name
she cannot feel your
loneliness
she will die
she does not know a fight
against the wall'
and then there is silence
like an ocean's trench
the wall opens a door
some tears are left on the stairs
'it is love still, there is no other' the wind
sings to the highest cliff
on that mountain of
death.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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