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Expect Us
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by Bill Allyn and Heretic Productions
The Next Evolution
by Michael Schultz The next revolution is evolution, and the next evolution is near. The key to solutions are contributions, but the new currency is unclear. The world’s in transition, needs a Re-vision, Starting in our hearts and in our minds. To outwit the system, we bridge division, Working well outside the systems lines. Expose…
Three Poems by David S. Pointer
by David S. Pointer Hobo Jungleite (Can’t Get Arrested) The garbage bin ingrate with a rusty space heater under one arm has a certain semi-private roominess to his outdoor obscurity today, after having been chased by a gang of Brother’s Grimm Fairy Tale types around the neighborhood, but now as police move in to beat…
The God of High Places
by Michael Schultz It is time for you to hear this, whether it be dangerous knowledge or not. Understanding the methods and motives of the worship of the God of High Places is very important for the future viability of the human race. I am just a squirrel, eating an acorn in the boughs of…
A Day Without the 99%
By Mal de Lamer Months ago, when Egyptians took their squares And everywhere the flags rose up in red, You gathered in the streets, silly and sick, Foaming at the mouth until your voice was hoarse, In time the feeling turned bittersweet, Reality mellowing the taste of anticipation. Subsequently, the workers occupied Wisconsin. Teachers and…
Poems by David S. Pointer
by David S. Pointer Poetic Resilience -In Memory of Federico Garcia Lorca My capacity to care concerning all poems political had been depleted like the Spanish dolphin population off the coast of compassion in the exotic Alboran Sea until I realized I live in a land that produces more new prisons, more new destructive products,…
We Are the 99 Percent – Music Video
by Joe Anybody
Unleaded (For The Moderates)
by Son of Suburbia Mud tufts on the overpass tinge black, Not withstanding the oily rainbowed shine of progress. “Crank the A.C., the heater, the noise.” (terminate engine droning boring exhaust) We’ve got plenty miles left and We don’t yet know where. That mechanical lull of windshield wipers for a roadtrippin rainstorm. It’s too calm…
Poems by David S. Pointer
by David S. Pointer Basic Peace Plan Burst top banking erupts not as an idle volcano, but as an active friend oozing collegiality into woozy lands brimmed by poverty coughing the dusty past days of decaying centuries frail with invaders, investors, and others waving a vast welcome under the cool crush of the ongoing smile…
