Category Archives: religion


The wind’s whispers are drown out

by screams and shouts

broken dreams, no doubt seem

the end is near

awash with tears

and years and years will pass you by

what dreams did come abruptly die

and cry and sing farewell to pain

and dance and stumble in acid rain

all that remain now rot and rust

ashes to ashes

and dust to dust

and winds blow truth from dying tongues

but void of proof

with smoke filled lungs

and coffee black

and crack the code

and heart attack and gravel road

we found Tom Joad all out of breath

the preacher man led him to meth

but Jesus freaks don’t speak for him

they leave him hanging from a limb

with nails and pails to catch the wine

heres silver coins, pay Caesar’s fine

we burn the flesh and worship dust

who is this God in whom we trust?

We lust for treasures, fortune, fame

we’ve broken rules of every game

and its a shame we cannot see

that we all hang from the same tree.


Roman legionnaires are we,

shouting ‘freedom isn’t free’.









South of Richmond

Every other billboard

literally every other billboard

along a one mile stretch of I-95

just south of Richmond, Virginia

is for the Army National Guard

The others are for God,


and the Navy Federal Credit Union.

This is God’s country

and if God loves anything

its giving poor kids

a false sense of hope

in a better future

before sending them

to kill other poor kids

who have no hope

of any future.







Road Trip

Billboard after billboard

too many to count

mile after mile

road after road

state after state

buy this car

buy this whiskey

buy this beer

call this lawyer

when you get pulled over

for driving this car

after drinking this whiskey

and this beer.

Drink this soda

eat this pizza

open up a new checking account

at this bank

double your money at this casino

buy tickets to this concert,

call this doctor when you get hurt.

Buy this mattress

for a good nights sleep

rent this storage unit

to keep all of the things you buy

call 1-800-WEED-DOC

when you want to get high

call this locksmith

when you get locked out of your car

call this taxi

when you get too drunk at the bar

think you’re an alcoholic?

get sober at this rehab!

can’t afford college?

let the national guard

pick up the tab

join the army

and see what great adventures

tomorrow brings

join the navy

join the air force

and call this lawyer

when you need a divorce

join the marines

join the coast guard

use this fertilizer

on your front yard.

Buy this burger

buy this hat

get this liposuction

when you get too fat

call this plastic surgeon

to westernize your nose

when you want to paint your house

make sure you call these painting pros

and make sure you come to church

don’t let satan lead you astray

even when you’re driving

there’s always time to pray

and if you get too tired

stop by this coffee shop

it’s just off the next exit

right next to the quick stop

get your coffee

and your gas

and a thousand other things…

you’re still on the east coast

just see what I-80 brings

May Day

It’s May Day

May Day

May Day

come, workers of the world

unite and fight for justice

tell all the boys and girls

that today’s the day,

no need to pray

we’ll stand up and we’ll fight

and we won’t forget coal miners

still out of mind and out of sight

and lightning strikes a second time

as conmen steal our pay

and rob social security

it’s time we seized the day

and seize the capital

take back what we have lost

a billion here, a trillion there

we’ve lost sight of the cost

May Day

May Day

May Day

we’ve lost count of all the wars

and Johnny lost his mind

on one of his eleven tours

though it was there for many score

the factory shut down

the lights went out in Holyoke

and an Irish widow frowned

and drowned in cheap whiskey

can’t drink away the truth

though try, she will

wash down more pills

can they make a higher proof?

they’re making bombs now

it’s the only job in town

unless you want to be a jailer

or a methcook, or a clown

we’re down and out now

and out of options once again

May Day

May Day

May Day

I need a job, I need a friend

I need a living wage

and I won’t build your bombs

this needle seems less harmful

see, it’s the only thing that calms

and psalms the preacher reads

like Casey long ago

I’m a lonely ghost of yesteryear

lost, looking for a soul

but April showers bring May flowers

that you’ll lay on my grave

May Day

May Day

May Day

wish I had a soul to save

I gave it on the dotted line

fine print, I did not read

I thought I’d fight for freedom

but I only fought for greed

and seeds of hate are sewn

ships blown a mile of course

May Day

May Day

May Day

the carts attached to a red horse

and dead men dictate what is just

but these men owned human beings,

why is it in their God, we trust?

is there something we’re not seeing?

let’s all dance around the Maypole

roll our sleeves up for this fight

and stop funding war and violence

if we believe in basic human rights









Walking Man

The sidewalk loosely guides us

as we drone along on autopilot

gliding between building and street

building and street

building and street

until the sound of honking horns

overpowers our headphones

and we see red hands

prompting us to stop

and for a moment we’re briefly aware of the world

that exists beyond

our fingers and thumbs

until the walking man comes back

and again we distract ourselves with our cellphones

that are miles away from just ringtones and phone calls

and nearly all those we walk past

wouldn’t cast a glance at us,

even if they weren’t staring at a screen

and we would both act shocked

if the other said ‘hello’

we would ignore them

since we have somewhere important to go

and we’re distracted,

minds drifting

shifting gears as we scroll

and this is important

and that is important

and I’m important

and my cellphones is important

and my job is important

and my cat is important

and low-fat is important

and this and that are important

and gluten-free is important

and TV is important

and it’s important I make it to that local corporate coffee shop

before I get to work

they have one on every block

between here and the office…

and the horn honks

and the red hand demands we stop again…

And we can stop pretending that we care

saying, ‘it’s not my fault the worlds not fair,

I pay my fair share to society’

through our cellphone screen we cannot see

that we pay for massive inequality

we pay for the bombs that drop out of sight

on helpless people we have no right to kill

we might say, ‘that’s terrible’

but we pay for it still,

shrugging, ‘but it’s God’s will…’

and all of our hands have long been red

but we never stop to count the dead

the collateral damage

the black

the brown

dying in far off lands

and in New York town…

and you’re having a hard time

trapped on the sidewalk

but the walking man is back again

and coffee black again

and bomb Iraq again

and we’re off track again

and Eden burns

and Syria learns

lessons in democracy

that they don’t show you on your TV

and the student learns nothing

from the teacher

and Dr. King wasn’t just a preacher

he preached against war

and violence

and fifty years ago April 4th

he said it was time

to break the silence

but exactly one year later

he was silenced

the dream was already becoming a nightmare then

and today, we don’t dare speak up

we shrug as April 15th creeps up

and we go to Turbotax or H & R Block

and we follow the flock

and just a few more blocks

until we trade more stock

and we buy sticks and stones

and we buy tanks and drones

and raw materials for these cellphones

and we break hearts and bones

but we’re paying off our student loans

and yes I know where our taxes go

but I can’t change how the winds may blow

though the the truth may glow like a lightbulb in front of me

this cellphone screen all I see

think it makes us free

but we lose the ‘we’…

the red hand rises

we’re the ones who bleed

we gasp for air now

consumed with fear and greed

by wolves we pay to lead

and they will always feed

on both you and me

and we start to see

but we avert our eyes

as we pay to level villages

and silence cries

we’d rather just get drunk on reassuring lies

and we adjust our ties

as we walk into work

while blood drips from our coffee cup

and cracked i-Phone…

Bless me father, I have sinned

and now I must atone

but religion’s not the answer

and I cannot condone

such narrow minded thinking

open up your eyes

we don’t even care when baby Jesus dies

we kill him everyday

just like the Romans did

we found Pandora’s box

and threw away the lid

and they hid and hide the truth

of why we drop our bombs

we pay our taxes

but on Sunday, we’re reciting psalms

and it calms us when we take the pills

and eat the bread

the circus is perpetual

ignore the dead

until the newsman tells us

that we should be sad

then bombs away

we wave our flags,

and fuck Baghdad

or wherever else they tell us that we need to bomb…

but that wasn’t collateral damage

it was someone’s mom

and someone’s sister,




and someone’s son

someone’s grandmother

and grandfather,

what have we done?

and we keep doing it perpetually

and all they have to say is ‘freedom isn’t free’

and when we disagree they say ‘unlawful assembly’

then haul us off to jail to make us try to see

that ignorance is bliss

and Uncle Sam is right…

you are property,

we own you

please don’t try to fight

we tell you when to stop

and tell you when to go

watch your TV

it will tell you

all you need to know

and the circuses will help your hands

stay pearly white

while keeping civilian death tolls

out of mind and sight

please have a beer at night

or two, or three, or four

you’ll forget we’re at war

even though your cousin’s overseas

on his 7th tour

and he’ll no doubt have more

because of endless war

you may sleep fine at night

but both your hands are red

and your soul will not be saved

by all those lies you’re fed

it’s not just that you’re silent

but that you pay for war

and all it is begetting is a lot more war

and we all lock our doors

and we all drink our Coors

but the walking man is gone now

we’re stuck with Babylon’s whore

though she is not a woman

just an orange man

who takes over

fifteen years into Afghanistan

and cheers come from his subjects

as he bombs Assad

helping ISIS,

are you kidding me?

No, there is no God.

The Sermon on the Mount

was preached by mortal man

there is no God to save us

but if we all try, we can.

Lets stop waiting for miracles

to come our way

and stop waiting on saviors

bound to save the day

no use to hope and pray.

There’ll be a brighter day

with no more jars of clay

when we stop funding war

and let the children play.










Real Eyes

My eyes are burning

as I’m falling through space

galaxies become stars

I fall further from grace


and the race has no ending,

I begin to realize

that these signals they’re sending

are just coded lies


and these eyes have seen joy

and these eyes have seen pain

and they’ve seen James Taylor

sing of fire and rain


they’ve seen mountains and plains

they’ve seen valleys and shores

these eyes have seen peace

and these eyes have seen war


these eyes have seen love

and these eyes have seen hate

they’ve seen scripted prophecies

turned into fate.


I know not what’s in store

take one step at a time

I’ll give you an hour

and I’ll spare you dime


it’s a crime how we treat

mother earth and her kids

one day we will pay

for the things that we did


and keep doing

yes, we keep screwing up

keep turning blind eyes

in a world gone corrupt


it’s abrupt, about face

this race has to be won

but we don’t have to live

nor to die by the gun.


The sun’s getting smaller

as I free-fall through space

there’s nowhere to hide

no way out of this place


they may chase you and catch you

they may take your life

they might cut off your tongue

with a dull butterknife


they might kill your wife and kids,

might kill your dog too

and they might kill a Muslim

a Christian, a Jew


but never give up

since it’s all just a ride

there’s not a Goddamn thing waiting

on some other side


there’s no reason to hide

there’s no reason to run

and when you realize this, my friend

believe me, you’ve won.


When the distant sun sets

may you have no regrets

before the horse breaks his leg

may you hedge all your bets


pay your debts, do not fret

let them dance on your grave

let your mind be set free

you have no soul to save


you must brave the unknown,

like a broken cellphone

they may call you a traitor

might hit you with stones


but even their bones

will return to the earth

not even one cosmic second

since birth


some might think they see

how we should live our lives

but they might as well be wielding

that dull butterknife


all this strife and this hatred

all this inhumanity

all that any of it means

is our minds are not free


like a tree that’s cut down

to erect prison walls

we should be climbing mountains

not shopping at malls


or sweating in factories

or mining cobalt

though our eyes can not see it

it’s still all our fault


kill ’em all includes us

we’re part of one galaxy

part of one solar system

we’re a leaf on a tree


in a sea of burning gases

together we drift

it is long over due

where’s the paradigm shift?


It’s a gift that we’re here

and a gift that we’ll die

but why must we credit

some ignorant, old guy


why buy pie-in-the-sky

tales of life after death

what the preacher is pushing

is far worse than meth


hold your breath before calling me

a crazy heretic

open your eyes and realize

what has made our world sick


sticks and stones broke the bones

of the ones who spoke out

said the earth’s not the center

yes, they dared to look out


and question what others

had taken as truth

we all should ask more questions

and demand to see proof


lets never stop looking

and never give up

we were born with two eyes

so lets open them up…