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belly dancing on the dashboard

from May 2014 Bury my heart Here Because mine eyes have seen enough Suffering My eyes have seen enough Of man’s inhumanity to man But this isn’t a Robert Burns poem… This is holy land Where the sand is flying … Continue reading

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East v. West part 2

our debts keep us shackled to streets paved with gold but two feet in the grave before we ever grow old we’re ice cold to our neighbors forget about looking east we pay for the burden keep feeding the beast … Continue reading

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Standing Rock

Standing on this rock all alone looking glass shattered can’t find home can’t escape sticks and stones thrown by a falling Rome names don’t hurt when Redskins flirt with victory the Missouri doesn’t flow to the sea it flows through … Continue reading

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Train From Dortmund

Riding through Germany by train looking out at farms houses apartment buldings and old factories seeing smokestacks on the horizon gives me chills but the colorful graffiti at the next station warms my heart. Art, blurring as we speed away … Continue reading

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