War Is Our Future (War Is Our Past)


Blood ridden battles of strife and pain

Don’t call out for truth in vain

You, you war-hardened men!

But truth

It won’t survive scrutiny

And the lying, cowering cowards

They will cower under the power of safety

The illusion of constancy and peace.

Fools!

War is our future

For war is our past

There is no peace in the present

Look around you!

There is blood on your footsteps

And blood on your skin

Don’t try to wash it off!

It will be there regardless

Your flesh burns of self hate

Why?

You are human

A mere mortal for immortal’s games

Given the pearl of power

The only power controllable by men

Fear and violence


This Naught War

Drastic trams switch in brain
At it in the impairing rain
Can’t last
Swishing walls
I will slap high falls
What shad crits of shad pasts
Which nitwit lit it
Withal vivid light!
This naught war

Was that a wish at this divan skirt
As I was napping afar
In land cavities and falls
Far, afar
Naught dawn
Naught dusk

Will quit lifing as this mind’s trams waltz in this last watch
Will run stars athwart
Will run this carcass in triturat’
And I will quit lifing
And hightail all lasting past
This naught war!
This carcass will naught fight!

Here and Now

Nothing else matters than the present.

The whole world lives in this same moment, same time.

The future does not matter and the past has nothing to give.

This is the way the world of today thinks, a world that is beginning to forget the World Wars and doesn’t believe in the catastrophe of climate change any more. O, they have spoken of the same thing for years now, thinks the modern man and is right, because the world is full of doomsday prophets who weren’t believed in the times past either. But here and now -type living take the world’s attention away from its problems. If everything is well for the rich of the western world and the only causes of death are overweight and old age, everything is right in the world all though in reality millions of children keep quiet of their hunger every day and die away and millions of people live in tents on the borders of countries running away from unnatural death.

But a human can’t look around himself and into the future and past too much because otherwise he would become mad. He would feel guilty for living in abundance when others suffer. This is why humans look at small bits of the world at a time and by looking at those small bits he can concentrate better. It is natural for a human to help others by giving from what is theirs. When many do small things those small things become something big.

Everybody should look at the world openly and notice those in need. If you help them here and now they might just be able to get there lives back on track and pay it forward.

The War of Love

Ashes on this barren land
We have burned to cinders
Throw fuel in the flames of this world
And see it tumble down
To the feet of our descendants

We swim in blood of our hearts
Sad waters fill empty eyes
The crops have fallen
They do not grow
All around coldness and woe

Ruins weep in the night
The land pledges its plight
Its children fight a war
The war of love

We have seen winter’s cold
Dryness of summer’s heat
But none have won
The future has spoken
It runs to us in leaps

Ruins weep for our souls
They are lost to deep holes
Standing on the edge of war
The war of love

Can we see no hope beyond the horizon?
The sun reddens the world on dawn
Is this the dawn of greatness
Is this the dawn of fright
The generation has risen

Ruins weep for their foes
It is the end, here it goes
The generation has won the war
The war of love

I’m The Life Of This Song I’m Singing

I’m the life of this song I’m singing
The reaper of all the death I’m bringing
The maddening noise of all this sorrow
The counterpoint silence of the joy we borrow
Soul of the dreaming thoughts
Tears of the dying coughs
Disease and hope and mayhem
The world is full of all, amen!

I’m the end of the music I’m thinking
I’m the beginning of the moment that’s blinking
The quiet peace of nothing at all
The counterpoint war that will fall
Breath of many blowing winds
Hum of the greatest dins
Death and life and cruelty
To all the world we pay fealty

Jeanne d’Arc

This is a beautiful place

This garden

A small stream and an apple tree

Just there

 

I am a young girl

Many things expected of me

Yet I can see these figures

Of holiness

These saints

 

I do like the spin wool

I do like to sow clothes, make food

But they are demanding

These saints

 

My land is in peril

It has been for many years

There must be a saviour

They say it must be me

How could I a simple peasant girl do such a thing?

 

It is time now

I can feel it

I must go

 

To convince this man much more is needed

Maybe when the time is right my word is heeded

 

It is now

I know of this battle

At home I rather would wool gather

But my Lord has asked this of me

He has given me life

What could I give him but this?

 

The Dauphin listens to me

They are desperate

They need me

I will be heading to war

I will be leading the war

 

Some did not believe me

Though I by Poitiers

Was declared to be

A good Christian

Irreproachable life

What does it help that

I possess the virtues of humility, honesty and simplicity?

 

Ah! these men who believe me unpure

These men who captured me

These men who betrayed me

 

I have never acted but from the word of my Lord

Only his will have I done in my life

What good does it do to me to say this

When they do not believe it

 

I am a witch

It is finally done

The confession they wanted has been given

 

But how can I repent when I have done no wrong

And am I no better than they when I deny the truth

It might be not something they understand

But with my word and faith I must stand

 

…It is the end

This world farewell

Though terrible this world has been

I will only good things to my Lord tell

Though he sees all I have faith still

Here and Now

Nothing else matters than the present. The whole world lives in this same moment, same time. The future does not matter and the past has nothing to give. This is the way the world of today thinks, a world that is beginning to forget the World Wars and doesn’t believe in the catastrophe of climate change any more. O, they have spoken of the same thing for years now, thinks the modern man and is right, because the world is full of doomsday prophets who weren’t believed in the times past either.

But here and now -type living take the world’s attention away from its problems. If everything is well for the rich of the western world and the only causes of death are overweight and old age, everything is right in the world all though in reality millions of children keep quiet of their hunger every day and die away and millions of people live in tents on the borders of countries running away from unnatural death.

But a human can’t look around himself and into the future and past too much because otherwise he would become mad. He would feel guilty for living in abundance when others suffer. This is why humans look at small bits of the world at a time and by looking at those small bits he can concentrate better. It is natural for a human to help others by giving from what is theirs. When many do small things those small things become something big.

Everybody should look at the world openly and notice those in need. If you help them here and now they might just be able to get there lives back on track and pay it forward.

It’s WTC today, WTD tomorrow

There are three things in human history that constantly reoccur: war, trade and despotism. From the time of hunter gatherers to this very day.

Trade is the most natural part of human nature. It doesn’t matter what theories of the birth of the earth one believes, it is most certain that people traded much before the Neolithic revolution. Capitalism is as natural as breathing.

After the Neolithic revolution it was possible for people to stay where they were. Thus permanent living came to be. People gathered into small groups and so were created villages, cities, city states and sovereign countries of many cities. This was all made possible by the introduction of bronze and iron. As farming became more efficient all the humans weren’t needed to do just that. People began specializing, and so was created the traditional hierarchy of despot over the priests who knew how to read and write, craftsmen, traders and serfs.

Here we come to the creation of a despotic or tyrannical rule. A despot is a person who rules over the people with fear. He is the only one with any real power. His power is upheld by his army, the priests and superstitions.

From farming came specializing came despotism came war. There are many reasons why an ancient people went to war. One was because of food running scarce due to salinization and crop land turning into swamps caused by irrigation. An other common reason is pure greed, “need of space” and the lust for power of despots.

War in a larger extent was born only with bigger, more permanent communities, but skirmishes and extensive battles are also much older than farming. Despots were tribal leaders than, but they thrived better after permanent living was established.

All of these three, war, trade and despotism, have flourished throughout the centuries. The despots of Ur and Uruk of the Sumerian cities with their trade routes and the waring history of Mesopotamia, the unevenly flooding land of the two rivers, Euphrates and Tigris to authoritarian countries like Kim Jong-Il of North Korea, to capitalism rediscovered by Adam Smith, and the Afghan war of the 21st century.

PS WTC for world trade centralism.