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Elleanor Cole Apr 2020
Would you come with me if I needed you to?
Life or death, would you be there for me?
I would, for you.
I would do anything for you.

You love him. People don't think you do.
I do.
I've always known.
Would you do anything for him, as I would you?
I don't doubt you would.
You almost died once. It wouldn't hurt a second time...
Right?
Bhill Apr 2020
the severity of the broken minds lays out in the street
in the streets covered in outrageous and unfair drama
drama drawn from within
within the information floating about in the heads of the media
off with their heads is the call from the watchers
off with their heads

Brian Hill - 2020 # 112
Well, do you understand?
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Apr 2020
Give them no ribbons. My dear friend who was following orders in Vietnam
was blown to bits when he tripped a wire. Give him no ribbons. Ribbons and medals will not bring him back to his wife who is now in her mid-70s, whose two sons and one daughter each have families of their own, but have no Grandpa whose knee to sit on and play games with and just have fun and laugh with. Michael Dillinger went to Iraq to fight because W told him to. Unfortunately, his amored truck hit a road mine and killed Michael instantly.
Ribbons? They gave ribbons to Michael's mother before they buried Michael in Arlington? Ribbons, for God's sake! Did those ribbons and medals really help console Michael's mother? Did Cheney ever call her to see how she was doing? No, he was in charge of creating what he called "enhanced interrogation," a gross euphemism for unspeakable torture and terror that went on at countless, secret camps in the countries of our allies, and still goes on at Guantanamo even today. Give them no ribbons. Take all the ribbons and medals you can find that were given to those soldiers who gave their very lives for lies, for all those soldiers now lying in all the VA hospitals throughout our country, their bodies permanently disfigured, their minds completely lost, and dump that pile of ribbons and medals in the front yard of wherever W lives in the suburbs of Dallas.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet, a novelist, and a human-rights advocate his entire adult life.
Bhill Mar 2020
immersed in fear and new challenges
the green, green grass of yesterday is still growing
still developing in all of our minds
our minds are the advantage that overtakes the fear
do not underestimate this truth
you will get it wrong...

Brian Hill - 2020 # 90
Find your green grass...
Ken Pepiton Mar 2020
A righteous day, a right used day,

a day used rights appear self-evidently re
us-ible-able
pos-syble eh?

impossible to do wrong. Right word, right time.

This right to pursue happiness, do you hurt people,
when you do that?

Nah, right? Not f'real, but mebbe in a game,

or maybe, may, could, be

y'feel a sorta hate, y'know, like it's us gin

them GANs again, sur-real

feels so real, history as AI saw it coming,

this is a trope. A million years ahead of you.

This is an anchor. Tie your barque for an ever
and a day, on any rung,

any step you can't forget,... say, one from earlier,

Today, while it is called today,
aha, yes, all the promises have threads through here,

any ***** can draw enough attention to stand up here,

past comprehension... settle settle,

puppy brain, is what amygdyla is blamed for,

we intuitive ideas accept that as reality

we know we know in our knower and we don't ask,
your knower asks us,

but
sometimes
deja vu, we beat you, and life feels completely

been there, done that, and only next is now unknown,

we know we
have arrived. we are the we in we, the people who

hold these truths, the whole truth and nothing but the truth
as sworn to on tv,
by you and me, don't lie, we swore... we the people hold these truths

to be self evident, until death do us whatever death do, which

I think, actual death is the doing of nothing.
Learning nothing, thinking nothing, being nothing but dead.

You can imagine that,
in your mind,
not your head.

That's what I said, baby, softly, that's what I said...

first,
gentle,
easy to be entreated, define at its tip point,
treatment
of trapped trappists and jesuits and such?

Truth, set them free, twas the word heard. From God?

Who asked? Are you accusing me, I am a we, if you please,

we, the people, of a truth,
any thing we agree to do we may, agreement, not leading,

flowing, not following, perceiving reception of mental provocations

to good work, in a smile,

well done. Wink. Think. Feel real a while. Smile.

Mobs of peace at social distances requiring morphich resonance,

tuned to best of the best you ever imagined you would play

we imagined those.

Cool right. Today.
Go with the flow, swimming upstream is for after you see the ocean, I think that is a salmon lesson.
E Bhrèagha Mar 2020
Reading your thoughts as you

Paint mine in acrylics upon aged canvas:

I let your mind entangle itself,

Synapses echoing and

I swear it's through osmosis

That our ideas bleed into one another,

Running like watercolours,

Making the edges

Of the paper

Curl.
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