sex and death

"Death is like sex...

you will find it in your own way."

the bomb

INTERMEZZO

NO justice, NO peace

We have an obligation to every last victim of this illegal aggression because all of this carnage has been done in our name. Since World War II, 90% of the casualties of war are unarmed civilians. 1/3 of them children. Our victims have done nothing to us. From Palestine to Afghanistan to Iraq to Somalia to wherever our next target may be, their murders are not collateral damage, they are the nature of modern warfare. They don't hate us because of our freedoms. They hate us because every day we are funding and committing crimes against humanity. The so-called "war on terror" is a cover for our military aggression to gain control of the resources of western Asia.

This is sending the poor of this country to kill the poor of those Muslim countries. This is trading blood for oil. This is genocide, and to most of the world, we are the terrorists. In these times, remaining silent on our responsibility to the world and its future is criminal. And in light of our complicity in the supreme crimes against humanity in Iraq and Afghanistan, and ongoing violations of the U.N. Charter in International Law, how dare any American criticize the actions of legitimate resistance to illegal occupation.

Our so-called enemies in Afghanistan, Iraq, Palestine, our other colonies around the world, and our inner cities here at home, are struggling against the oppressive hand of empire, demanding respect for their humanity. They are labeled insurgents or terrorists for resisting rape and pillage by the white establishment, but they are our brothers and sisters in the struggle for justice. The civilians at the other end of our weapons don't have a choice, but American soldiers have choices, and while there may have been some doubt 5 years ago, today we know the truth. Our soldiers don't sacrifice for duty-honor-country, they sacrifice for Kellogg Brown & Root.

They don't fight for America, they fight for their lives and their buddies beside them, because we put them in a war zone. They're not defending our freedoms, they're laying the foundation for 14 permanent military bases to defend the freedoms of Exxon Mobil and British Petroleum.

They're not establishing democracy, they're establishing the basis for an economic occupation to continue after the military occupation has ended. Iraqi society today, thanks to American "help" is defined by house raids, death squads, check-points, detentions, curfews, blood in the streets, and constant violence. We must dare to speak out in support of the Iraqi people, who resist and endure the horrific existence we brought upon them through our bloodthirsty imperial crusade. We must dare to speak out in support of those American war-resisters, the real military heroes, who uphold their oath to defend the constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic, including those terrorist cells in Washington DC more commonly known as the Legislative, Executive & Judicial branches.

"If There Is No Struggle, There Is No Progress"

Frederick Douglass said

"Those who profess to favor freedom, and yet deprecate agitation, are people who want crops without plowing the ground. They want rain without thunder and lightning. They want the ocean without the awful roar of its many waters. This struggle may be a moral one, or it may be a physical one, and it may be both ... but it must be a struggle. Power concedes nothing without a demand. It never did and it never will."

Every one of us, every one of us must keep demanding, keep fighting, keep thundering, keep plowing, keep speaking, keep struggling until justice is served. NO justice, NO peace.

this is your world

paradise or oblivion

inequity

bizarro world

obey

(an alternative world)

broken humanity

"All my means are sane, 

my motive and my objective mad."

Herman Melville "Moby Dick"

the art of asking

creation of adam

"God made man in His image...

 

but then man made God in his image."

letter from god

Amen

"If all the beasts were gone,
men would die
from a great loneliness of spirit,
for whatever happens to the beasts
also happens to the man.
All things are connected.
Whatever befalls the Earth
befalls the sons of the Earth.”
― Chief Seattle

little monkeys

Interdependent originations

from the journal science [ link ]

love with unconfined wings

When Love with unconfinèd wings

   Hovers within my Gates,

And my divine Althea brings

   To whisper at the Grates;

When I lie tangled in her hair,

   And fettered to her eye,

The Gods that wanton in the Air,

   Know no such Liberty.

When flowing Cups run swiftly round

   With no allaying Thames,

Our careless heads with Roses bound,

   Our hearts with Loyal Flames;

When thirsty grief in Wine we steep,

   When Healths and draughts go free,

Fishes that tipple in the Deep

   Know no such Liberty.

When (like committed linnets) I

   With shriller throat shall sing

The sweetness, Mercy, Majesty,

   And glories of my King;

When I shall voice aloud how good

   He is, how Great should be,

Enlargèd Winds, that curl the Flood,

   Know no such Liberty.

Stone Walls do not a Prison make,

   Nor Iron bars a Cage;

Minds innocent and quiet take

   That for an Hermitage.

If I have freedom in my Love,

   And in my soul am free,

Angels alone that soar above,

   Enjoy such Liberty.

Richard Lovelace
 

how to die

our common destiny

how now brown cow ?

O V E R V I E W

An Acrostic Ode

 Struggling for sanity, your

 Eyes

 Always told the truth:

“Nothing to hide here,

 Man, I am what I am.”

 Occasionally joyful, your love

 Resonated in that

 Reassuring way:  you told me

 I belonged.  And the

 Sincerity with which you carried

 On should be a lesson to us all.

 Not anyone you loved will ever be the same.

context of ecstasy

Pablo Cesar Amaringo

Pablo Cesar Amaringo (1938 – 16 November 2009)

ufo disclosure now

saucer on the moon

Watch video: UFOs captured on film during the Apollo Program

with silent lifting mind

"High Flight"

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth

  

And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;

 Sunward I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth

 of sun-split clouds and done a hundred things

 You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung

 High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,

 I’ve chased the shouting wind along and flung

 My eager craft through footless halls of air.

 Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue

 I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.

 Where never lark, or even eagle flew.

 And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod

 The high untrespassed sanctity of space,

 Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

by John Gillespie Magee, Jr. 18 August 1941

The Perspective of Loss

There is something to say

At times like these

Something like “I’m so sorry

For your loss”

But “I’m so sorry”

Never seems to sum it up

Doesn’t touch the size

Of the pain

Or the scope

Of the void

The focus, you see,

At times like these,

Is on the sorrow

Of the Ones

Left Behind.

As it very well should be.

Those Ones Left Behind

Will never hear

Or see, or touch,

Or smell him again.

They don’t get to say

“I love you”

Or, “You make me so mad!”

Or anything, anymore.

And so we are sorry

For the loss,

For the pain,

For the void.

For his family,

His mother,

His Ones Left Behind.

. . .

What would he say

If we could hear him?

Something like, “Don’t cry for me,

I love you.”

Because he is free.

His joy is never-ending.

His soul is alive:

He dances,

He smiles,

He is light.

His focus, you see,

Has changed for good

It’s nothing but love

He breathes joy

He is Light.

And that is okay with me.

For Sean. 

Think About It

Blessings Everyone:



I edited together a collection of videos, thoughts and ideas hoping to inspire thinking, instead of knowing. Seeing instead of just looking. listening instead of just hearing.

Then we can make this a better world one SMILE at a time.

UNTIL we 'STOP' being a part of the problem, we'll NEVER be a part of the solution...
As SOON as we 'STOP' being a part of the problem, we immediately become the solution.



DARE TO DREAM and BE 'NOT AFRAID'.



your humble servant, 

ancient clown
a.k.a. Pope Vincent

Nu - Zebra

Lucien Clergue

killer robots...how far do we let them go ?