Choking On Blackwater, 9/11/07

Ready for deployment
in fatigues of black.
Never show their faces
when they slip through the cracks.
Taking arms abroad to fight
for the evil empire.
Trained by special forces
with a plan to retire.

Blackwater USA is on the government pay.
They lock poor people up
in Nicaragua and New Orleans,LA.
Blackwater USA

They'd like to wipe out the Shiites
of Iran and Iraq,
hunting down Sunnis
while making deals out the back.
Eternal refugees living in fear
wherever they go.
Families stripped of life and dignity
headed to the Port of Guantanamo.

Blackwater USA out to crush democracy.
These "pro-life" killers
should go back to Tennessee.
Blackwater, you can see, no accountability.

Their leader at the helm
of the Christian Right,
with the bible in one hand,
and in the other, thermite.
Wherever you go I hope you
hypocrites feel ill at home.
Ghosts chasing you down
rip you out of your throne.

Blackwater will make you choke.
It's murky with blood
America...Did you hear that joke?
Blackwater will make you choke.
It's murky with blood.
It's a pig in a poke.

Blackwater will make you choke.

Mandala Master

I stand as a mandala

sway as a flame in the wind

fill up and empty as a cove does on the shore

whisper please be kind and stay a while

Both restlessness and stillness

companions until the endless fringe

touching nameless... faceless...regardless

Telepathic beings practice empathetic mastery

stay in the heart impractically

create thunder and jumpstart the oars

Row out the old without erasing our memories

And the flame is now higher

once sent up the river

The canon is touching down down down

Motionless mandala

teacher without words

as quiet as beatitudes being pried

by the jaws of life

Colors running around the bases

A journey into dense perceptual

meloncholia as one singular eternal flame

Black Crow of the Blue Corn

As I was picking the blue corn

standing over my head

“Reach even higher,”

that’s what the crow said

I gathered my basket

“Never ask why,”

As I rode the red horse

she swallowed a dragonfly

This gave us wings

We flew into town

I passed on the blue corn

They gave me a crown

Why can’t I think of

what I’m trying to say

The children of my purpose

were born of love to play

The crow speaks to them 

I show no fear

Never taught to make a fist

and the future is unclear

In spite of having

a lack of ambition

the mission of the crow in the corn

a reflection of sublime intuition

Ever since I erected

the great sun dial

The blue corn beings

made me judge of the trial

Sure, I knew since I was small

I knew that I could fly

The crow always told me

not to ask why

A ravenous appetite for lightning

a halo of gold

and an ear of blue corn

that can never be sold.

By Nicole Rhoe-Melnick