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We had a very happy conversation about family matters.

Mom, Dad. I’m OK.
They’ve been really honest with me
but they’re perfectly willing to die for what they’re doing.
And I want to get out of here
but the only way I’m going to
is if we do it their way.
And I just hope that you’ll do what they say
Dad
and just do it quickly.
I really am alright.
I just hope I can get back to everybody really soon.

My little girl.

Catherine and Randy gave impeccable dinner parties.

I am an Establishment person.

I am being held as a Prisoner of War
and not as anything else.
I mean I am being treated
in accordance with
international codes of war.
I’m not left alone, and I’m not just shoved off somewhere.
I mean, I am fine.

Also, since I am an example
and it’s really important
that everybody understand that
you know,
I am an example and a warning.

And so people should stop acting like I’m dead.

Mom should get out of her black dress,
that doesn’t help at all.
and just hurry.
Bye.

Patty honey I want you to know
that your father is doing everything in his power.
Millions of people all over the world are praying for you
I know it’s been a long time sweetheart
but keep up your courage
and you keep praying
pretty soon god will touch their hearts
and they’ll send you home.


Mom, Dad.
I've been hearing reports about the food program.
So far it sounds like you and your advisors
have managed to turn it into a real disaster.
Anyway, it certainly didn't sound like the kind of food
our family is used to eating.

I called him a couple of weeks ago and said,
Hey, Randy, let's play tennis.
We haven't played tennis in months
and he said
Gosh. I just can't. I'm busy.
I know he's got a lot on his mind,
But, I think he's pretty obsessed with this.


Mom, Dad.
Tell the poor and oppressed people of this nation
what the corporate state is about to do.
Warn Black and poor people
that they are about to be murdered
down to the last man, woman and child.
Tell the people,
Dad
that the removal of expendable excess,
the removal of unneeded people
has already started.

I have chosen to stay and fight.
I have been given the name Tania
after a comrade who fought alongside Che in Bolivia.
It is in the spirit of Tania that I say,
'Patria o Muerte, Venceremos.'

She was one of the prettiest young women south of the Mason‐Dixon line.

Q. Okay. As a matter of fact, when you got to 1827 Golden Gate, or this apartment on
Golden Gate, you were not being held in that closet all the time, were you?
A. Yes, I was.
Q. You were?
A. Yes.
Q. Was there a previous closet in which you were held?
A. Yes.

DEATH TO THE FASCIST INSECT THAT PREYS UPON THE LIFE OF THE PEOPLE

She is a winsome beauty and her sweetness of manner has endeared her to all who know her

Whatever happened to the real men in this world? Men like Clark Gable? No one would have carried off my daughter if there had been a real man there.

She was somewhat of a revolutionary savant.
We kidnapped a freak.
I think that she was spectacular.
At that point, it was against her will to go home.

Q. And you moved in a car, I take it?
A. Yes.
Q. Were you blindfolded?
A. Yes.
Q. And whose car was it, do you know?
A. I don’t know. I was put into a garbage can that was ******* and put in the trunk of the car.
Q. And then, was the garbage can taken into the apartment on Golden Gate when you arrived?
A. Yes.
Q. Were you in it?
A. Yes.
Q. And you were placed in a closet immediately, is that correct?
A. Yes.

I. She’s an amoral person
thought that the rules did not apply to her.
She lied to nuns at school
about her mother having cancer
in order to get out of an exam
engaged in ****** activity
at an early age
and experimented with drugs
such as LSD.

II. Velcro Theory defined the aimless, lost souls
such persons, he said, who float around
in an empty moral space
and then find stuck to them
the first random ideology they bump into.

III. She is a celebrity prisoner of war
but the other thing
is that listening to her voice
is kind of hypnotizing
and not at all unpleasant
she speaks in this whisper
the well-enunciated voice
that someone called
the rich girl’s voice
The eerie voice of an heiress
and it's hard not to admire her composure
considering the ordeal she just went through.

We didn't know whether we were looking at a live girl or a robot.

Greetings to the people.
This is Tania.
Gabi crouched low with her *** to the ground.
Perfect love and perfect hate reflected in stone cold eyes.
To shoot first and make sure the pig is dead before splitting.
I died in that fire on 54th Street,
but out of the ashes I was reborn.
I know what I have to do.

Catherine was mentally and physically exhausted after the kidnapping. No wonder she developed a drinking problem.

Q. Okay. And is it true, Miss Hearst,
that you in the presence of Thomas Mathews ejected a live round from the M-I
that you had near you
and inserted that in the clip,
and put the clip back in the weapon?
A. I don't recall, it is possible.
Q. It is possible you may have.
And did you, in fact, also at that time
load a couple of live rounds
into the chamber of a revolver, a pistol?
A. I don't recall.
Q. Did you give Bill Harris a pistol
in the presence a Tomas Mathews?
A. I don't recall.
Q. You don't recall?
A. No.

I’ll think of it all tomorrow—I can stand it then.

I think this has been extremely ******* her
She's what the kids call ‘spaced out.’
Her religion holds her together.
And when you talk to her,
you see reality escapes her.
All she can say is that people are
‘persecuting’ Patty.
That's the word she uses,
‘persecution.’
We all love Patty,
and God knows she's had a terrible time,
but the whole complexity of the situation
seems to escape Catherine.

You're being told this
so you'll understand why I was kidnapped.
The S.L.A. has declared
war against the Government
I'm telling you now why this happened
so that you'll know
so that you'll have
something to use,
the knowledge
to try to get me out of here.
Bye.

I’m the happiest mother in the whole world.

I hope that you'll make sure that they don't do anything else like that Oakland business.

Q. Do you recall you spoke those words, Miss Hearst?
A. Can I see the transcript?

I don't believe Patty's legal problems are that serious. After all, she's primarily a kidnap victim. She never went off and did anything of her own free will.

From the moment I was kidnapped,
they consistently attempted to
discredit the revolutionaries.
After the first communique was received,
the pigs reacted by hauling out the stress machines.
The machines indicated I was being tortured
and kept awake 24 hours a day.
I guess that all the pigs expected me
to keep my mouth shut,
but I was furious.
They put away their trickology for a while.
If you believe the media,
you'd think I was totally weird.
According to them, I never mean anything.

Catherine, while still blond and attractive, has aged around the corners of the eyes.

Greetings to the people,
this is Tania.
Our actions of April 15
forced the Corporate State
to help finance the revolution.
As for being brainwashed,
the idea is ridiculous beyond belief.
I am a soldier in the People's Army.

I am Tania and We are not fooling around.

What could have been a tremendous instrument for change—Patty's kidnapping—has failed, and their old attitudes toward life—I guess it's called ‘conservatism’—are back

The kids who went to public schools
were not the kind of people
we should have close associations with.
As a result, I spent twelve years
almost totally surrounded by young people
who were busily developing
ruling class aspirations.

She has nowhere to go,
as resulted in only a change of captors.
But at least now,
as long as society is her
captor,
she does not have to worry about being killed.
Freedom may be a more awesome
alternative
-- you are not here to decide that.
We have a framework,
the SLA predicted this trial.
If we can't break the chain
at some point in their predictions,
there are going to be other Patricia Hearsts,
the blueprint is plain,
it works

A year and a half after her kidnapping,
she's in the safe arms of the law.
So, what does she do?
Patty gives the revolutionary salute,
even when she's in handcuffs.
And when she's booked,
she's asked her occupation
and what does she say?
Urban guerilla.

Bailey, I just –
I don't know him,
you know,
like he just kind of drifts in
and you know,
says blah, blah, blah
and I just go,
oh,
okay.

It was never true that our objective was to reconvert her.

You can almost see how Patty couldn’t relate to her—you know, trying to be so self-righteous and so upright.

Well, I always knew
that the Lord was in my life,
kind of on my shoulder.
I started to stray off
I always knew His hand
was there to bring me back.
I got to the house,
put my bags down in the entry,
went right to the kitchen
and the first thought on my heart was
I need to hear Jesus.
I picked up that Bible
and started in Matthew 1:1.
For that whole five days
I read and cried
and read and cried.

In short order, she returned to being the Patty Hearst of Hillsborough, California, the heiress herself.

It's kind of fun because back then,
there's nothing else to do but paint your nails.
It's really exciting.
I have been crocheting now.
At least, my mother came in and she asked –
she had asked me,
about my hair,
you know,
like
can I change it back?
She asked if there was a beauty parlor.

Her eyes are,
for the most part,
downcast,
as if she were sharing a secret with
herself.

She’s such a devoted, old-fashioned Southern lady, that we just died watching her facade break. That hysteria wasn’t just grief that Patty was gone—it was guilt, you know, ‘What have I done wrong?’

I'm being treated in accordance
with the Geneva Convention
and one of the conditions being
that I am not being tried
for crimes which I'm not responsible for.
I'm here because
I'm a member of a ruling class family,
and I think you can begin to see the analogy.

She writes these dramatic
love letters to her boyfriend saying,
"I want to keep up the fight for the revolution."
And she wants to overthrow the government in America,
which she spells A-M-E-R-I-K-K-K-A.

Q. And you were reading a paper, were you not, when they were in the store?
A. Yes.
Q. And you looked up from that paper, did you not, and you saw that William Harris was being held on the ground by someone and being detained, isn’t that true?
A. Yes.
Q. And you picked up an automatic weapon and shot in the direction of Mel’s Sporting Goods Store?

OBJECTION

I have a really nice brown pantsuit.
Al got it.
He has really good taste.

Trish Tobin
is telling her
that she is about to head off to Switzerland
to go skiing for three weeks.
I mean,
so what you have
in this compressed circumstance
is the old life skiing in Switzerland
for three weeks,
and Patty is saying,
I've got a life now.
I've got a new life.

The Hearsts are really ramping up for this one.
He is a bright guy,
but in terms of just his manner and his dress,
you couldn't help but be struck by
how square he was.

Q: I've become conscious and can never go back to the life we had before." Do you recall saying those words?
A: I don’t recall seeing a transcript of that tape.

I have chosen to stay and fight.

She is still an uncommonly handsome woman, prettier in fact than any of her daughters.

It’s a miracle she survived at all.
The ordeal nearly killed me,
Mrs. Hearst once admitted and,
asked what sustained her,
she answers instantly: My religion.
Yet her victory over despair
sometimes seems more apparent than real.
After her divorce, she moved to Beverly Hills,
where she supported Catholic causes
and joined the Beverly Hills Garden Club.

I just want to tell you like, my politics are real different from way back when.
Obviously, right.

Q. Is it not true that you ejected
from your automatic weapon
a live round and placed into it
an additional clip?
A. I did not have an automatic weapon.
Q. You did not?
A. No.
Q. What type of weapon did you have?
A. It was an M-I carbine.

She’s a victim of thought control by terrorists. And all I can do is hope and pray that God will bring her home again.

She was de-programmed and de-radicalized,
returned to the persona
more similar to what she was
She was essentially brainwashed
by her side team and her lawyers.
By the time she walked into the courtroom,
nail polish,
nice pair of shoes,
very well dressed,
it was impressive.

I'm terribly happy. More happy than predacious.
Do you have any notion what you'll say to her when you see her?
I'll tell her I love her.
Are there questions that you want to ask her?
No questions in my mind.


I want to see my parents, and my sisters... I'm really happy to be going home.
It's an anthem of attraction
To remember everything
Is the magic of heaven
Worship the lips
That compose your inhibitions
We are following our feelings
And intuition
Into this liminal realm
Of beauty and danger
You don't need my permission
To become the next savior
Have you formed an agreement
With a lonely stranger
It's extremely dangerous
To know too much
And have seen too little
I walk in space and waste insight
It's instrumental to meddle
In other people's relationships
We are relative triangles
Underneath our meaningless defenses
Existence is contagious
It's rearranging itself
Into living particles
Farming our senses
Framing our perceptions
Hegemonic arrangements
Of melodious derangement
I exclaim your name
Out loud we drown in frothy rivers
You curtail your daughters
Copious amounts of sound
Louder than a snoring giant
We are explosive like dynamite
Compliance is not a virtue
When everything is untrustworthy
We are burning like the rain-forests
It's ***** money
And dangerous practices
That make us into petty victims
Where we think there are no consequences
The youth only respects music
And furnish their denial with carpets and cameras
I see you on the computer screen
Making fun of all these images
And wonder if you've really lost your mind
Somewhere it is time to sleep
But I promise to keep trying
To talk to you in my dreams
Drunk poet Jan 2018
I've always wanted to design dreams
Not to chase them like kids after butterflies in the fields
But to decorate and further furnish them.
.
I've always wanted to mend dreams
Not to be the one with the broken pieces of dreams
But to repair them with the kisses of hope.
.
But just like a  chameleon nature changed her wardrobe
And like the space in-between an anvil and an hammer,
I lost my needle and tools to time.
.
Now, when we the sun comes up
I host troubles
Even when the sun goes down
I host double of the prior troubles
Only I hope, it won't be forever!
.
Balogun David Tolulope
©️drunkpoet
Smoke Scribe Mar 2018
Recovered: Shakespeare’s Dog


in the theater tonight, the notion of a poem-potion
courtesy of Shakespeare's dog came unbidden

So when home arrived, was unsurprised that
this peculiar pug was farting before my own front door.

get lost, I announced got what I need from your boss,
but before I could kick him across the floor,
pug spake thusly:

this dog knows the boot too well,
it is parcel of this dog's life of no quality,
but if you give me shelter tonite,

I will share some of Speare's un-Published Works
and you can claim it as your own!
kicked that dog across the room,
(having pity earlier I let him in and enter,)
told Jim,
(that’s what I called him)
he can stay the night, or long as the sun rises up and goes down unbidden, but, if I ever caught him plagiarizing, selling sonnets on the side,
I would report him to the ASPCA,

The American Society for the Poets of Conscience Alive -
and have his ***** cut off in retribution.

he laughed out loud, rhyming funny,

well mate,
thanks for the soliloquy,
me ***** long time gone,
but what I know and what I seen
if tale-told you, and you were to listen,
you would keep me around as fodder for your artistic soul.
in return chappie,
you need only provide me a rug, a fire,
A/C in the languid summer eves,
fodder for me body, and your boots
far away from my hindquarters.

We spoke too much thereafter,
turns out he served his poet-masters in many ways.

his snoring keeps me awake some twenty years later.
his love for country music makes me put him outdoors
on nice days, his headphones securely strapped on.

ugh that pug. became my best becoming love, friend,
one of us will pass someday and an elegy composition
the other will furnish

so if a farting pug before your door found,
take him in, give him water, an amply supply
of Trisha Underwood for his soul,
but beware, he might try to sell you
some of my words, as your own!
pre 1/14
James Floss Jun 28
Who to hedge?
Mayor Butigedge?
Camelot with Harris?
All trying to scare us
Bidin’ my time
With this rhyme
Oh! Sleepy Joe
Establishment’s gotta go
Does Bernie Sanders
Really furnish answers?
Can Gillibrand
Instill a better plan
Choose Hickenlooper
Over Agent Cooper?
Is Eric Swalwell
Really ready as well?
Is senate Bennett
Really in it?
With smart I could I hang
Can do, Andrew Yang
There on the end,
Author Williamson
Sometimes chiming in
Hanging in
Add it up, Kamala
Show us the algebra!
Universal health care
Always and everywhere
Here’ a real shocka:
Gotta keep that DACA
We need legislation
To fix immigration
And yes we can
Care for veterans
Tax the rich, *****!
Time to shun guns
Meet the feed need
Help the poor more
All in a home zone
And note every vote
And yo:
Not your embryo
Yenson Jul 29
In a feather-fine alcove with muted hymns
a gentle brook rains water over Chrystal rocks
that sways a rippling  flow down to a place unseen
overhead a leafy veil in brilliant emerald canopy loomed
as incandescent rays of sunlight glimpse by in curious peeps
here I sit in favored repose and in deft homage I see the grace
for in a sojourn of a remembrance of past times and days endings
the voice of my soul in reverent hush uttered calmly unflinchingly
Do you know, you have never intentionally harmed a fellow being
neither, I say, have you done a bad deed to another or failed to assist
Do you know I fathom no ill will in you or see the darkness of hate
you smile readily in good disposition, a cheery warmth a light heart
pray do furnish me with a knowledge of where all this breezed from
I laughed quietly in repose as my mind traverse within searchingly
From you, I replied, all from you and the Creator that made you
I am grateful!
Homunculus Jan 15
First,

You became self aware,
Then, on two feet began to walk, and
Then you started using tools, and
Then you even learned to talk, and
You were mommy's little miracle,
The tears would flow in joy,
You were my darling little hero,
And so beautiful and coy,
You,
Used to be,
Such a sweet
Little boy,
You were my life's
Crowning achievement, and
My *****'s pride and joy, and
I know, that
Throughout the years,
I have shown
Anger and neglect, but
Was that enough,
To warrant, all this
Utter disrespect?
I gave within my means,
I did the best I could achieve,
I gave you land to cultivate, with
Water, food, and air to breathe, but now
You've become so callous, and
My heart begins to bleed,
For time has,
Filled your head
With malice,
Now I witness
How your greed, has
Slipped a poison, in
Your chalice, and
Deformed my
Precious seed,
Now, the fact
Of the matter, and
That down to which it boils, is
That the ages
Have transformed you,
Through the years of
Sweat and toil,
The fruits of
All your labor,
Have now begun to spoil, and
You've become crude barbarian,
A savage, gulping oil,
Belching out carbon, and
Vomiting plastic,
The change made you
Deranged, and
You've become
A frenzied spastic,
You lost your empathy, and
Your own kind, came to abhor,
You caused 100 million deaths, in
Just 10 years of "total war," and
In light of all of this, you have
Forgotten all your chores, and
You only know one word, and
Now, it seems that word is "MORE"
Well, perhaps
I've judged
Too quickly, and
I should have given time,
It seems you know
One other word, and
Now, that word it seems is "MINE"
"Mine"...
Like the ones you stripped, of
The resources that I gave you,
To furnish nuclear arms, and
You think God will come and save you?
Well, step up little boy, you
Think that you've got what it takes?
I will prove without a doubt,
That it will be your last mistake
I will push you til you crumble,
I will bend you til you break, and
I will burn your *** up,
Like an overcooked steak
Let me tell you right now,
That this behavior's gonna stop, or
I will flood your coastal regions, and
I'll wilt all of your crops, and
This is naught but the beginning, of
The things that I can do, two
Hundred species go extinct per day,
The next one could be you.
Blake Nov 13
if we could stand and mirror,
our earthly regrets and wants,
would we dire or seek,
the turn of cheek or overdosing wine,
if we could seek and help furnish,
the time this touch and go,
or seek their walls which speak,
who deny us and help us sow,
and if i can speak walls of pleasure,
but crumble at the slight of pain,
if we can help those whose speak,
but help from touch and gain,
and if i tell you i love you,
but never receive touching fate,
if i call upon the many,
but never speak again,
if i could do it all,
but never enough to stroke,
if i could learn to live,
but never much too die,
will you live to learn to love,
or you die by touch,
will you learn to live,
or by one by one and one and one.
If we could stand and mirrod
syncopation Jul 10
There are days I wish
My feet could firmly plant into the grounds of time
And furnish roots into its fertile soil of blessings eternally mine

And close my eyes and will away its current and its tide
That propels my physical body forward while my soul stays rooted inside

Closing the mind, turning it to stone
While basking in an abyss of yesteryears and days forgone

Until the day you open your eyes and see the blinding truth
There’s no winning time for it will always rob your youth

You may have fooled yourself briefly resisting time’s wordly charms  
But immortalizing moments past will only do you harm

For when you awake from your stupor filled slumber
You will awake to days outnumbered

But by then it’s too late
Are you ready to step out on to your plank of fate?

— The End —