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"INSCRIPTION FOR A FLAME (LOVER)"
My life is set afire:
As we dance magically.
What do ashes matter when
The flame is tall and beautiful?
In the manner of a falling bull
Let us sing the song of the flames.
Let us sing the song of life,
As befitting the all-consuming light ...
NOTE: I did a rough translation from the Portugese last night, and invite the Illuminati (Cognesenti) to assist in the perfection
of this poetry; in other words, to swap ideas on the interpretation and presentation of this candlelit poem. Enjoy!
R. D. Jones And His Sewing Machine </b, /font>
The following is an ad from a real-life newspaper which appeared four days in a row - the last three hopelessly trying to correct the first day's mistake.
MONDAY:
For sale: R. D. Jones has one sewing machine for sale. Phone 948-0707 after 7 P.M.. and ask for Mrs. Kelly who lives with him cheap.
TUESDAY:
Notice: We regret having erred In R. D. Jones' ad yesterday. It should have read "One sewing machine for sale cheap. Phone 948-0707 and ask for Mrs. Kelly, who lives with him after 7 P.M."
WEDNESDAY:
Notice: R. D. Jones has informed us that he has received several annoying telephone calls because of the error we made in the classified ad yesterday. The ad stands correct as follows: "For sale -- R. D. Jones has one sewing machine for sale. Cheap. Phone 948-0707 after 7 P.M. and ask for Mrs. Kelly who loves with him."
THURSDAY:
Notice: I, R. D. Jones, have no sewing machine for sale. I intentionally broke it. Don't call 948-0707 as I have had the phone disconnected. I have not been carrying on with Mrs. Kelly. Until yesterday she was my housekeeper, but she has now quit.
I am John Kerry.
I was against the first Iraq war, I am against the second Iraq war, but I voted for it. Now I'm against it but I was for it
I support the UN.
I'm against terrorism and against the Iraq war. But I voted for the Iraq war. So, I voted against the first war and supported the second war, wait...
I'm against gay marriage, but for gay unions. I support gays but think the SF mayor is wrong. I support gay marriages. No, wait, gay unions.
I'm Catholic. Wait, I'm Jewish. My dad was Jewish, but I was raised Catholic. What am I? I don't want to confuse people.
I am for abortions, but wait, I'm Catholic, and Catholics are pro-life. But I might consider putting pro-life judges in office, but I'm not sure. I do know I voted for a pro-life judge, but I stated that it was a mistake.
I went to Vietnam, but I was against Vietnam. I testified against fellow US troops in Vietnam, threw my medals away and led others to do the same. But I am a war hero. Against the war.
I stated I threw my medals away, then I threw my ribbons away. I then revealed that I threw my ribbons away but not my medals, then lately I stated that I threw someone else's medals away and never threw anything of mine away. I believe Ribbons and medals aren't the same thing. Medals come with ribbons, so now I believe that ribbons and medals are the same thing besides the fact that ribbons are cloth and medals are medal.
I wrote a book that pictured the US flag upside-down on its cover. But now I fly and campaign in a plane with a large flag right-side up on it. But sometimes, we fly upside-down for fun.
Yasser Arafat is a hero and a statesman. The Israelis shouldn't kill Palestinian terrorists, but they should stop terrorism. Yasser Arafat is a terrorist supporter. I support Mideast peace.
I am for the common man. Unlike Bush, I am against the rich, but my family is worth 300 million dollars has a jet and many SUVs. I am the common man.
I am against sending jobs overseas. My wife is a Heinz heir, which Heinz has most factories offshore. I am against rewarding companies for exporting jobs as long as it is not Heinz.
I own $1 million in Wal-Mart stock. I believe Wal-Mart is evil by driving small business owners out of town. I am a capitalist and I own part of Wal-Mart, but I am a good guy for small corporate America.
I own SUVs when I talk to my followers in Detroit, MI, Teresa owns SUVs, but I don't own SUVs when I talk to tree hugging followers. I have a campaign jet that gets 1/3 mpg, which is great fuel efficiency.
I am against making military service an issue in presidential elections. I defended a draft dodger, Clinton, and stated that all serve in their own capacity whether they draft dodge or not. Did I mention, I served in Vietnam and am a hero?
Are you questioning my patriotism? I served in Vietnam. My opponent didn't. I have three purple hearts! I am a hero. I am qualified to run this country since I served in Vietnam.
I am John Kerry.
The font and the spacing you just couldn’t do,
on any typewriter in ‘72.
The centering, apostrophes and superscripts too,
were also some things that you just couldn’t do.
The memos are real, CBS still insist,
their expect had checked them and nothing he missed.
On their authenticity, his reputation he’ll stake,
but a dozen other experts think the memos are fake.
The Day of Terror
Oh my Country,
My Country
Now you are stricken
At morning light,
By mayhem most foul!
Behold the terror that grips the skies
As the smoke billows across the land
Behold the petty vengeance of America’s enemies
As hundreds and thousands panic
As fear takes hold
And rules the airwaves
As you listen to the radio,
Wonder about your loved ones,
And whether you shall see them again
Wonder whether this is the end or
Just the beginning
And know, things will never be the same again
Howl for justice,
For retribution against those
Who have wrought havoc upon our nation
And deal with the uncertainty of not knowing
Who the culprit is
Try to go about your day
Try to hold back the tears
And the anger
To write your papers
And attend your classes
See your brother
So long alien from his father,
Call and talk with him for the first time in ages
See churches fill and people pray
Like they never have before
Pray for peace
For an end to the confusion
-Adam Graham
The Day of Terror, Part Two
It’s a normal day, I suppose,
As I drive down the road,
Such as I was doing one year ago,
When a voice was heard
Over the radio
“A plane’s hit the Trade Center”
Just an accident, I thought,
But as we’d find out later,
An accident it was not
Driving home from computer class that morn,
I discovered that one had become two,
And that the most horrific fears of man,
Had finally come true
The thought like rubbish is shoved away
As I pull into my parking spot
On this cool September day.
In my training class there is a test,
The day’s dress has been made casual,
So that people may look patriotic
Even if they don’t look their best
Still most merely dress casually,
Not focusing nor remembering that day
When an intrepid reporter roamed through
Dust and soot,
Seeking the stories of those who saw
And bore the brunt of the worst,
Then finding himself running through the streets
Seeking to save his life
As 110 toppling stories destroyed husbands and wives
Question from the quiz:
”What do you need to connect to the Internet?”
What does it matter when the
World can fall on top of you
At any moment,
Taking away your loved ones
And friends in a flight
Of Hateful vengeance?
When after Tower 2 has fallen,
And like a beacon of hope stands Tower 1,
Until both hope and it fall to the ground
With a violent force
As the New York landscape is marred
By those who are the worst
“Now let’s go and learn this tool,”
With which we shall assist some poor fool,
Who after you get off the phone
Will be undone in the morning cool,
As terrorists make his wife a widow,
As over you, they seek to rule
While Shepherd Smith of Fox
Views the destruction of that plane-shaped bomb,
He says quietly, “Say, a prayer, America.”
“Lets take a break,
And then
Lets head on over to ESPN”
While we await flying death
To destroy us in the midst of our last breath,
As Shepherd pauses and says,
“Say a prayer, America”
Lunch, it’s finally time to go,
I need food today
But I’ll skip that for this time
I need my lovely wife more,
I need her to hold me,
For this is a blessing of life,
For in her arms, it’ll all be okay,
Even if this is America’s saddest day.
You see, they killed 3,000
In four deadly swoops,
They still seek to kill us,
Even as they’re hunted by our troops,
Though the cleanup’s over,
The bodies buried,
The Taliban no more,
Yet, my dear Americans
We are still at war
The terror they’ve put in the depths of our soul
Will haunt us as long as we live,
For though the terrorist attack is over,
The terror’s just begun,
And until that fear is conquered,
The war has not been won.
-Adam Graham