I grew up in Christian fundamentalism, went to hell, came back, became a Presbyterian then a Buddhist Presbyterian, and now I'm a profane Presbyterian Zen Taoist -- not that I'm into labels or anything. Here's what I've learned so far: The more you know, the more you know you don't know.
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Mash Up
Acolytes of the Almighty
Dollar squeeze
That eagle’s talons
As they hurtle above
The gaping maw
Of the Grand Canyon.
Confidence is a con
With fun-house mirrors
That distorts health care,
Shelter, and nourishment,
Undermining values
Of whatever is needed.
Herds of cattle rumble,
Panic, and plunge
For safety in numbers,
While rhinestone herders
Burn paper money
For the value of smoke and ash.
[Disposable Poem September 24, 2011]
Dr. Mike
The house of possession is a prison and I want out
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