Latest BRIK Dreams Poem

Things Get Done Dreams
That Become Reality
Do you have any dreams
poignant as the recent
episode and meaningful
that show our capacity
What made people think
they can phone call me
get thing accomplished
cannot accomplish self
You take my particular
from my very beginning
see it as the end game
if no one else is able
That is my special art

(c) 2005 Frank Anthony
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Everything Was Alive and Dying, poem of morals and values and choices by Janet Kuypers

everything was alive and dying

I

I had a dream the other night
I walked out of the city
to a forest
and there were neatly paved bicycle paths
and trash cans every fifty feet
and trash every ten

and then a raccoon came right up to me
she had a few little baby raccoons
following her, it was so cute, I
wish I had my camera

and she spoke to me,
she said, thank you
thank you for not buying furs,
I know you humans are pretty smart,
you have to be able to figure out a way
to keep yourselves warm
without killing me

and I said, you know they don’t
do it for warmth,
they do it for fashion, they do it
for power. And she said I know.
But thank you anyway.

II

Then I walked a little further
and there was a stray cat
she still had her little neon collar on
with a little bell
and she walked a few feet,
stretched her front paws,
oh, she looked so darling
and then she walked right up to me
and she said thank you
and I said for what?
And she just looked at me for a moment,
her little ears were standing straight up,
and then she said, you know,
in some countries I’m considered
a delicacy. And I said how
do you know of these things?
And she said
when somebody eats one of you
word gets around
and then she looked up at me again
and said, and in some countries
the cow is sacred. Wouldn’t they
love to see how you humans
prepare them for slaughter, how you
hang them upside-down
and slit their throats
so their still beating hearts
will drain out all the blood for you
and she said isn’t it funny
how arbitrary your decision
to eat meat is?
and I said, don’t put me
in that category, I don’t eat meat
and she said I know

III

And I walked deeper in to the forest
managed to get away from the
picnic tables and the outhouses
that lined the forest edges
the roaring cars gave way to the
rustling of tree branches
crackling of fallen leaves
under my step

when the wind tunneled through
the wind whistled and sang
as it flew past the bark

and leaves

I walked
listened to the crack of dead branches
under my feet
and I felt a branch against my shoulder
I looked up and I could hear
the trees speak to me,
and they said
thank you for letting the
endangered animals live here amongst us
we do think they’re so pretty
and it would be a shame to see them go
and thank you for recycling paper
because you’re saving us
for just a little while longer

we’ve been on this planet for so long
embedded in the earth
we do have souls, you know
you can hear it in our songs
we cling with our roots
we don’t want to let go

and I said, but I don’t do much,
I don’t do enough
and they said we know
but we’ll take what we can get

IV

and I woke up in a sweat

V

so tell me, Bob Dole
so tell me, Newt Gingrich
so tell me, Pat Bucannan
so tell me, Jesse Helms
if you woke up from that dream
would you be in a sweat, too?

VI

Do you even know why
we should save the rain forest?
Oh preserve the delicate balance,
just tear the whole forest down,
what difference does it make?
Put in some orange groves
so our concentrate orange juice
can be a little cheaper

did you know that medical researchers
have a very, very hard time
trying to come up with synthetic
cures for diseases on their own?
It helps them out a little if they can first
find the substance in nature.
A tree that appears in the rain forest
may be the only one of its species.
Or one like it may be two miles away,
instead of right next to it. I wonder
how many cures we’ve destroyed
to plant more orange groves.
Serves us right.

VII

You know my motives aren’t selfless
I know that these things are worthwhile in my life

I’d like to find a cure to these diseases
before I die of them
and I’m not just a vegetarian
because I think it’s wrong to kill an animal
unless I have to
I also know the excess protein
pulls the calcium away from my bones
and gives me osteoporosis
and the excess fat gives me heart attacks
and I also know that we could be feeding
ten times more people
with the same resources used for meat production

You know, I know you’re looking at me
and calling me an extremist
but I’m sitting here, looking around me
looking at the destruction caused by family values
and thinking the right, moral, non-violent decisions
are also those extreme ones

VIII

everything is linked here
we destroy our animals
so we can be wasteful and violent
we destroy our plants
we destroy our earth
we’re even destroying our air
we wreak havoc on the soil, on the atmosphere
we dump our wastes into our lakes
we pump aerosol cans and exhaust pipes

and you tell me I’m extreme

and these animals and forests keep calling out to me
the oceans, the wind

and I’m beginning to think
that we just keep doing it
because we don’t know how to stop
and deep inside we feel the pain of
all that we’ve killed
and we try to control it by
popping a chemical-filled pain-killer

we live through the guilt
by taking caffeine, nicotine, morphine
and we keep ourselves thin with saccharin
and we keep ourselves sane with our alcohol poisoning
and when that’s not enough
maybe a line of coke

maybe shoot ourselves in the head
in front of the mirror in the master bedroom
or maybe just take some pills
walk into the garage, turn on the car
and just
fall asleep

in the wild
you have no power over anyone else

now that we’re civilized
we create our own wild

maybe when we have all this power
the only choice we have
is to destroy ourselves

and so we do

Poem: Five Latest BRIKS

Motion Has My Built In
Emergency Brake
Deep in my dream world
trying factor in 100 %
the ordinary situation
using available powers
Whether this potential
is in this first place
using the premeditated
or emergency situation
A absolutely necessary
product of consumption
used in US marketplace
A something just shown
a case of an emergency

Wake Me Out of A Dream
With Your Pain
Out of the dream world
of yelling obscenities
out of the night woods
Jerry and Evan Concord
Queers of the old days
could be in heaven now
was my thing of beauty
brothers Bob uncovered
still hear in a street
early morning wake the
holy b Jesus out of US
Why is beauty so noisy
out of being her alone

Martha And Drunken Boy
Teach Me A Lesson
From out of this month
of my dreams of August
there is always hiding
one can not manipulate
my world all by itself
so has chosen a secret
which I can not reveal
to the dead world here
I shall project myself
a century beyond lives
that came to see today
the same our yesterday
ghosts will hoard away

Using Mind Over Matter
A Choice You Can Make
Do the dreams wear out
does there come a time
when the possibilities
have been examined out
You can use mind power
cures anybody problems
Turn on this selection
of mind over my matter
and change a direction
cancers went last year
with pure predilection
radical exists no more
thus ending my problem

US Overweight And Dead
In Islam Territory
Less alcohol drugs gas
being sold in the town
in their reverse order
morning dream has said
Before Iraq the street
the people out of work
carouse all night long
now our Iraq sick lurk
none where they belong
Pre Bush drugs and gas
lazy US National Guard
Bechtel Military Group
with fat boys deployed

(c) 2005 Frank Anthony
Use as you see fit to….

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Mind Over Matter Poem by Frank Anthony

Using Mind Over Matter
A Choice You Can Make
Do the dreams wear out
does there come a time
when the possibilities
have been examined out
You can use mind power
cures anybody problems
Turn on this selection
of mind over my matter
and change a direction
cancers went last year
with pure predilection
radical exists no more
thus ending my problem

(c) 2005 Frank Anthony
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Past Lives poem by Laura Greenall

Past Lives

By Laura Greenall

Cerberus guards the gates of my hell,

While I push my burden ever upward.

I am Prometheus bound upon the mountain

While the eagles tear out my entrails day after day.

Harpies fly around me, banshees scream in my ears.

Whirling dervishes dance about me

Begging me to throw myself on the pyre.

As Scheherazade, I spin my thousand and one tales

The fates cut the thread

And the tapestry of my life unravels.

Only to reweave and begin again

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my lover's kiss poem by Laura Greenall

Physces Lament

By Laura Greenall

Through the mist, my lover’s kiss

Though his face I cannot see

So sweet a kiss, I’d sorely miss

His kisses give ecstasy

He comes to me in pitch of night

The black as thick as tar

When he comes, my heart takes flight

And flies up to the stars

His touch is gentle, though it’s hot

My soul I must acquiesce

To see his face, though I dare not

It is my heart’s request

I know not why he hides in shame

For I know Cupid is his name.