Political Poetry

oct 24, 2009 | biofeedback

[biofeedback]

Obama bin Hidin'

Obama bin hidin' can't ya see. Let's wake up to this reality. If truth's the thing that sets us free- then what's the need for secrecy?

He means well and he's doin his best, but honesty is the real test. Putting it all on the table to share, so good understanding can be put there.

God bless our good brother, to shoulder no blame. In his shoes I might do exactly the same.. It's scary - that winning and losing stuff game. It's scary - the risk of losing a name.

It's our laziness that created this mess, believing that safety would be the best. Trusting illusions, ignoring the signs, for the comfort of holding beliefs in our minds.

I pray us people all soon know the truth. I wish us wisdom, like the youth. I pray we follow this wisdom now. I see new times through this grey cloud.

What's real to me, is water and earth. The madness seems of human birth. Counting and keeping and hindering flow- measuring everything - havng to know.

Mother told me upon my sacred birth, to care for her, her precious earth. Her rhythims sing slowly of carefuller ways. Let's slow down and listen, and see through this craze.

Her trust and allegance is stronger to me, than the temporal greed in our society. She sustains me and She keeps me free- from the thoughts of obsessive reality.

Bless you Mommy, and bless you're kin, and all the beings on your skin. Bless the peoplemonkeys to learn how to win, by working together, so hurting can end.

It need not be so hard to live- workin' all week, just to survive. Sharing things is a nicer vibe. Working together, like one big tribe.

There's enough of everything to go around- those things we took from the sacred ground. They were made to be shared and used carefully, instead they were whorded and imposed poverty.

Moneys changed are of human design, with a little less greed, they can be divine. The blessings belong to all human kind. It's time to give back cuz we can't rewind.

We thought we were seperate, in our minds. We thought we were merely body self kinds. We picked a role up and we played. We got in our way - we disobeyed.

We found our comfort, so we thought. We didn't quite realize what we'd bought. Caught in obsession, often we tried, we'd commit bits and pieces of soul suicide.

We tried to be different than we naturally were. We tried to be righteous and avoid the obscure. We wanted to fit well, that mold that we chose, to have nicer things and fancier clothes.

A whoredom we did, with a bit of ourselves- sold down the river that darkness that wells. That part of our wholeness that helps us see- that HE is the same as both you-and-me.

We know now, it's different. It's time we transform. It's just what was required for some things to be born. The hatin's soon ending,in one way or t'other. Let's join hands in light now, all sisters and brothers.

Let's welcome in light now, let's open our hearts. Let's stop the resistance, before more control starts. Let's embrace all the faiths now and welcome their keys. Let's put them together and open up - please?!

We all bin hidin' - refusin ta see. The unknown is scary, quite naturally. Let's open the eyes up, just two or all three. Let's seek ancient wisdom and live care-fully.

Old Mormon Cowboy

[oldbrowser]

There's enough of everything to go around- those things we took from the sacred ground. They were made to be shared and used carefully, instead they were whorded and imposed poverty.

Let's all get busy and earn our share because mooching from the work of others is very unfair.