Thursday, March 31, 2005

Champion of the World....but

I engage the way I engage....with passion.

I do battle.
But I'll tell you what calling BS on me...

I never claimed to be champion of the world.....but finagled certain people with behind the scenes moves,

So they couldn't get in the public arena ring with me..

One on One
Or my last stand
I didn't pull my punches
And I fought like a man

I didn't run
I didn't hide
I did it for love and soul
Not false pride

I think abortion is murder
I back our fighting men
I believe in principals
And not every now and then

I'm pro second amendment
I'm for free speech
Everybody loses when one persons
Rights are out of reach

I want lower taxes
I'm a hetero sexual man
I don't make excuses
And do the best I can

I'm against illegal immigration
I think that's going to get worse
And I think it's a crying damn
Shame they put Terri in a hearse

I think it was state sanctioned
Murder that's what it was about
I think it's judicial tyranny
Without a doubt

I'm not pro-killing
Except in self defense
And I don't apologize
If I come across intense

12:35 am

Oh man

Oh man

I'm just so sad
There are tears running down my face
Emptiness everywhere
Nothing anywhere anyplace

I have only sorrow to offer
It's always so hard to come round
To taking the next step after
Another angel has left the ground

I think I'll be quiet for a while
I'm going to wear a black arm band
And mourn this way through this trial
One of us has fallen it was her last stand

My compassion goes to her family
Her friends and all those left behind
Who wanted her but to live
This one has crossed over into

Sacred eternal time

9:51 am
transcribed this time
10:10 am

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Life Death..........and the enablers feelings

Life Death
And the enablers … feelings

I think we should kill our own troops
That is exactly what we should do
Now everybody talk to me politely

I just have a different opinion than you

I think we should be able to kill the unborn
That is exactly what we should do
Now everybody talk to me politely

I just have a different opinion than you

Maybe we should kill your child
Or wife brother sister or you
See we're just intellectually disagreeing
Just having differing points of view

How about I'm not calling anyone names
I'm describing the idiots jerks and dolts
Because that's what certain writing does
It gives a good hard hitting jolt

Because stupid people hide behind nice
And their fancy smancy little dance
Of pretentiousness toward intellectualization
To faze off powerful passions chance

Of getting through brick thick heads
Of bustin'm down to their knees
Yeah everybody's all reasonable
About killing this innocent

But don't hurt the enablers feelings...please

10:00 am
transcribed this time
11:02 pm

Written in the context of a discussion
About Terri's life and death situation
But for some it was all about details
Rather than the sacredness of a living creation

They made it all about the rules
They made it all about being right
So in the end rather than see they just
Shut the door on my particular light

But I'll live by my will and fire
Because this isn't about me
It's about a state sanctioned murder
And the hollow men of transparency

That let it go on before them
Talking in circles or ducking their heads
Hoping it would all go by
Rather than saving her life instead

Mumbling out things like
I want her to live but
Like it's all about their feelings
And that's why I gave them

A kick in the guts

And of course they took it out of context
Because that's what people like that do
I think it's a cold blooded horror story
Because certain people don't listen

To what simple human decency says is true

11:32 pm

Monday, March 28, 2005

Charms for her bracelet

Charms for her bracelet

I'm all for going inside a small adobe
Church and getting down on my knees
And waiting meekly while the hordes ride
Down to kill us all

At least I would have been humble
At least I wouldn't have made a mistake
I wouldn't have made it some passion play
About one poor girl getting a fair shake


And oh yeah I'll be crying or

Explaining to everyone else
Don't resist Don't resist
It'll only upset them more
Please contain yourselves I insist

And when the doors splinter open
I'll stand at the Altar of eternal time
Shouting even as they slaughter everyone
Restraint is mine and devine

Restraint is mine and devine

Even when they start torturing
I'll say in my oh so most holy way
Forgive them my children forgive them
Somebody will do something about it

Some day

There will be bodies all around me
Limbs and guts and torsos and gore
But I will be left standing
Because I knew just what to implore

And it will have been worth it
Because I beseeched caution at every turn
Of course I'll have to leave and wander
Because I'm pretty sure the Church

Would also be burned

But look for me on the open road
And welcome me with open arms
For I will come to you as your friend
And I will have many well practiced

Verbal charms

3:42 pm
transcribed this time
4:07 pm

Sunday, March 27, 2005

Abusers Punks Thugs and....


Abusers Punks Thugs
And Socio-Paths

All abusers minimize
All abusers try to explain away
All bullies live by the sly lie
And enjoy ruining another’s day

All punks look for the easy target
All thugs enjoy the intimidation
All socio paths feel nothing for those
Whom they single out for victimzation

Empty are all the manipulators
Silenced are their aching screaming souls
For they are locked into the modern world
And have forgotten the ways of old

A reckoning is coming
The storm clouds are drawing near
And when final judgment comes
We'll see who quakes in fear

All facilitators of the machine
Dismiss what is ground down
When they forget about the humanity
It takes to makes it a worthwhile go round

All speakers for the insane executioners
Love to appear rational and calm
They tenderly rub gloved hands together
And lovingly apply their lye soaked balm

Hypocrites always blame it on you
Always can obliquely take another tact
They've always got another source
Some other way at looking at facts

Because life is all in the head
It never bleeds out of a mouth or eyes
It never has its face sink deeper in
All abusers have a nice guy disguise

4:29 pm
transcribed this time
4:45 pm

Saturday, March 26, 2005

Look not

Look not upon this passage of time

As moments when thoughts were exchanged
But when a murder became sanctioned
A death by starvation that some claimed

To give no pain

This is where the river passed
And people by their position taken
Chose which side they were on
And those for death swore no one

Was betrayed or forsaken

But the truth was in the wind
In the stars that shown at night
Was in the rain that gently fell
From eyes witnessing such a tragic sight

There was a self justifying blindness
That wanted it to be differing points of view
Wanted it to be respectably discussing
But there is a truth that will alway be true


There is such a time as eternity
There is such a place as grace
And those who steal all of anothers tommorows
Must know their decision is etched upon their face

And will not leave till they leave
And to their maker do go
Then when they are asked for whom
Did you grieve we will see then

What they know

And which side of the river they stood on
Not which of seasons passing reasons they used
It will be what they did or did not do
When a vunerable one was being abused

8:18 pm
transcribed this time
8:26 pm

Friday, March 18, 2005

George Felos

George Felos....

Is a mouthpiece for death
Weaving his demonic spell
Spewing and spouting garbage
That reeks of the smell of Hell

He is a sickening little man
Mocking God and the human soul
He is an empty suit
That thinks he is being bold

This is what evil looks like
This is how far they will go
He is a scheming dream killer
He is the lowest of low

George Felos is now cursed
He is a marked and degraded man
He deserves no sanctuary anywhere
He deserves no homeland

He spits on truth and beauty
He mocks and ridicules humility
He stands before the throngs
And says you do not see what you see

He is of the Serpent
He is wriggling writhing deciet
He seeks to enable a death blow
To render unto compassion defeat

This is what evil looks like
An arrogant self righteous little man
Lecturing others about mercy
While waving his interfering hands

He is a mouthpiece for death
And represents a mad man's will
He raises his praise to wickedness
As he goes in for the kill

5:29 pm
transcribed this time
5:35 pm

Thursday, March 17, 2005

To the want to be killers of Terri

Oh this is all so tiring

Can't we just kill her
Can't we just starve her to death
Can't we all just stand around
Waiting for her last exhaled breath

All these details bother me
All this stuff is wearing
Can't you see not giving her any water
Is the real way to show you're caring

This is all just so irritating
The Hell with her Mom and Dad
They'll get over it
They only think it's bad

That's because they're idiots
Selfish small people with smaller minds
This is all just so bothersome
This is all such a waste of time

I say extrodinary medical effort
Includes giving moisture and food
And if you don't agree you must
Be in some mentally disorded mood

Give me the execution order
I'll sign it with my pen
Dipped in the blood of the innocent
Kill her kill her kill her

And you would if you
Really loved her and were her friend

8:10 pm
transcribed this time
10:59 pm

Monday, March 14, 2005

Maybe just maybe

Oh yeah....
Maybe just maybe

If you're looking for the truth
That can be subtle or bold
You maybe just maybe want
To go looking for it in your soul

If you're looking for that guidance
That gives you some real insight
You maybe just maybe want
To draw a little closer to the light

If you're looking for some forgiveness
That comes from the heart of hearts
You maybe just maybe want
To begin with yourself for a start

If you're looking for some strength
When no one else seems to be there
You maybe just maybe want
Want to quit walking around splitting hairs

If you're looking for some love
The kind that will lift you right on up
You maybe just maybe want
To face straight down the temptation

To be corrupt

If you're looking for some joy
That doesn't have reason as it's base
You maybe just maybe want
To let yourself get acquainted with

This stuff called grace

10:43 am
transcribed this time
10:48 am

Sunday, March 13, 2005

For Chris

Cowboy up

There's a hard riding bronc buster
Now up in the sky
Who preferred the bust your butt truth
Over the easy lie

Who built his own ranch
And sang his own songs
Who sweated his own sweat
And owned up to his wrongs

He is and was
An influence to others
And any busted up ridge line rider
Knew enough to call him brother

Yeah anybody

Who's put in some tough hours
But had some fun along the way
Loved to hear him sing
Loved to hear him play

He was here when he was here
And now he's gone really gone
But I'd swear I hear him sayin

Cowboy up
Carry on Carry on

But I think I have to take some time here
And stand quietly without much of a plan
I got my head bowed down
I got my hat in my hand

11:41 pm
On the passing of Chris LeDoux
transcribed this time
11:29 pm

Illegal not undocumented

Illegal not undocumented

Don't try to pass that we are an
Immigrant Nation stuff off on me
This is America Land of the Brave
And Home of the free

How many fit in a lifeboat
How many in your home
How many before the consequences
Are toxic to the bone

Not long brothers and sisters
There is no adaptation here
There is a wave flooding in
And some are frozen in fear

But some are coming forward
Some are stepping to the line
Some are stepping to our borders
And trying to do it in time

Sixty seconds in a minute
Sixty minutes in an hour
And we all know non response
Is robbing citizens of their power

Don’t threaten the law abiding
Your fellow country men
You can’t approach security
With an attitude of every now and then

Get to making a fence
Get to putting in more patrols
This is of vital national interest
This is no time for leisurely strolls

And Quite

Pussyfooting around with
Mexican Nationals dictating terms
Address them like you've got a
Backbone about our home

And quite groveling around like worms

11:05 pm
transcribed this time
11:17 pm

Saturday, March 12, 2005

Michael Schiavo Rejects A Million Dollars

Michael Schiavo
Rejects a Million Dollar Offer



When it's revealed his soul
Resides in the dark of night
What does he do
He puts on the shine

From his imitation light

And tries to cover over
The Hole in his Soul
By fronting a noble refusal
To accept any further gold

If he has to

To give his permission
To let her live out her days
With the people who still hope
For Terri and her struggling ways

Mad Mad Michael
Thinks he isn't sold and bought
Like it must prove he is innocent
Because he didn't get caught

Or surely someone would punish him
Make him pay the price
For his out and out treachery
For his heart of cold cold ice

Michael has no boundaries
He's working his way with goons
Mad Mad Michael and his
Sick slick staff are the

Infection in the wound

6:12 pm
transcribed this time
6:33 pm

Saturday, March 05, 2005

There is a war on the Home Front

There is a war on the Home Front

There is a war on the Home Front
And it time that we wake up
Before we are destroyed from within
By the morally depraved and corrupt


There’s a war on the Home Front
And it’s happening everyday
It’s in the radical Muslim movement
And their working their evil ways

They teach the hating of America
In universities is the thing to learn
They shout down conservative speakers
It’s time to get seriously concerned

The monster is on our home land
And it wants the infidels dead
They are working the vulture culture
Pouring that poison into our youths heads

They have their Holy Land Charities
And other ways of gathering funds
They’ll absolutely stop at nothing
The United States must be undone


They will shoot up the malls
They will blow up our trains
Whatever strikes the deepest terror
Whatever brings the most pain

Some are looking for chemicals
Some the Biological tools
They twist and bend the rules
Anything to take down the fools

That they’ve been taught to despise
To attack destroy and demean
The only thing they build on
Is to tear down this country’s dream

It’s in the Mosques that stay silent
That serve as the way inside
They use the left wing press’s agenda
They know they’ll get a free ride

They are recruiting in our prisons
Gaining access to the criminal kind
They are planting the seeds of fervor
In their desperate and dangerous minds


They join up with the communists
That openly advocate so called Peace
They drag their feet at closing borders
They don’t want the illegal flood to cease

It is a movement and mind unto itself
It’s in the publicly funded fake art
It’s here to demoralize and tear down
Every decent value in our hearts

But we had better wake the Hell up
Because it’s coming like a storm
Like a beast that wants to get loose
And see the innocent ripped and torn

They love that we must not profile
According to the sensitivity training
The only time they’ll cheer harder
Is when the body parts are raining

From the blackened sky
Through the spiraling smoke and flame
And they promise not to kill us
If we don’t openly call their name


There’s a war on our Home Front
And they believe their mad mullah’s curse
They are looking for the next attack
And oh how they want it to be worse

Oh so much worse

10:40 pm
transcribed this time
10:59 pm