Oxycontin & Jesus

Martin Osner 

The price to be paid

Oh the nighttime beating of the soul's wings.
Georg Trakl

Down here it's very deep and thick

And covered with rock and stone

The digging takes years, perhaps a lifetime

And parts of a person are often lost along the way

It's dangerous this far below

But somewhere down here is a measure of truth

Just a bit of real honesty

And even if it takes a wound or two to reach that truth

That's not too high of a price to pay

Stone to the left and stone to the right

Darkness and rock

And only the strength of one human soul to rely upon

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The slow and empty death of patriotism 

A frayed flag smoking with blood
Georg Trakl

The wounded have wrapped the red, white, and blue flag

Around their stumps and gone to bed

They have been given Oxycontin and Jesus

"Yes, you killed thousands, but God wishes it so

because he loves America most of all"

They are told this when their night terrors come

They are told this when the ghosts of their victims

Silently line up to caress the aching stumps

They are told this when their children cry

And they must struggle just to cross the room

And comfort them

Oxycontin and Jesus and America

Arm in arm in arm

At the head of the parade

The frayed flags waving in the cool sunlight

Smoking with human blood

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The darkness of music

We have fallen into the place where everything is music.

Rumi  

Of course the light is music 

You already know that 

The sun, the moon, and the stars 

That's easy 

The rivers and seas 

The mountains and valleys 

Lovely music, that 

But friend I tell you 

That the darkness is music as well 

The shadow side of being alive 

The drunken angry father is music 

Even as he berates the shrunken wife 

And ruins the children 

The lies of the politicians are music 

The sound of shots being fired in the night 

And you cannot tell how far away 

Or how close 

The earthquake, the killer tornado 

The car crash, the unsuccessful operation 

It's all a balance, all of it 

And one song plays after another 

Like a concert with no program to follow 

So pay attention to the music 

It could verily easily be a short concert 

One never knows 

James Lee Jobe 

Wynton Marsalis - Jungle Blues

The only way to support a revolution is to make your own.

Abbie Hoffman 

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