Monday, November 7, 2016

What Is Going On?

What Is Going On?

          What is going on? The United States’ election is certainly an entertaining sideshow. Rather than talking about any pertinent issue the campaign his digressed into name calling. Short slogans and venomous jabs are the norm where actual policies to solve problems are not articulated.
          Donald Trump proposes to “Make America great” again. I once asked somebody on Facebook what does this mean and what he will actually do to accomplish this task. The individual’s response was to remove me as a friend. Perhaps Donald Trump articulates some of the nation’s problems. But anybody who lives here can identify them. Furthermore he as well as Hillary Clinton neglects so many. Donald Trump is openly racist, sexist and shows a massive disconnect with reality when he talks about using nuclear weapons. There is plenty more to dislike.
          One would think that you’d run towards Hillary Clinton then. But it would be like leaving the lake only to drown in the river. Hillary Clinton is an opportunist who has changed her position, over time on all major issues; homosexual marriage, the war in Iraq, trade agreements.  Hillary’s worst point is her hawkish point of view. If we just continue to Obama policy it will most likely lead us into World War 3. We are heavily involved in the Middle East; Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria, Libya, Yemen and so forth. Nuclear weapons are on the table with Hillary. Perhaps future historians when they dissect our times will decide that these were the initial stages of World War 3.
          One of the most disgusting things I have seen by Hillary Clinton or any other human being is her laughing over the death of Gaddafi. Here is the clip to watch it yourself.  Understand that Gaddafi died by having a sword shoved up his rectum. Couple this with Hillary’s insistence that she was under sniper fire in Bosnia you get a very dangerous combination. Hillary Clinton was endorsed by Henry Kissinger perhaps the most evil man alive today. Both are pro war and both have never been in harm’s way in combat.
          I am going to vote for Jill Stein. I am told that I am throwing my vote away.  I am told that I am in fact voting for Trump. The most compelling argument for me to vote for Hillary is from my African American friends. They point to how Trump’s campaign has emboldened the bigots in this country. That one issue would persuade me alone if I thought for a snap of a second that Hillary was any better. Hillary supported her husband Bill Clinton when he was president in their atrocious prison program; which is basically slavery by another name.
          A good part of the problem is that we are locked into this two party system. That is why Jill Stein and Gary Johnson, despite having a significant amount of support, were kept out of the presidential debates. Both Trump and Hillary are candidates of the wealthy. Hillary is a Wall Street shill. Trump is an unscrupulous capitalist. I don’t expect the election results will change either candidate.
          The answer to America’s problems is not in the voting booth.  “Never be deceived that the rich will allow you to vote away their wealth,” Lucy Parsons. Lucy Parsons is of course the wife of Albert Parson who was involved in the famous Haymarket incident in Chicago. If you don’t know who Lucy and Albert Parson are then that is a serious difficulty.
          You see this country has been in turbulent times before. There is a whole host of history and individuals who have successfully fought against the system. Slaves didn’t get free and workers didn’t get rights by the kindness of those in power. I recall one day in Irvington, or the hood if you like, I asked a young African American male about Huey Newton. The young man, in his early twenties was clueless about the founder of the Black Panther Party.
          Education is a continuous process and it is the origin of emancipation. I recently became aware of Gill Scott Heron. I am almost fifty years old and I was totally ignorant of this poetic genius. “The revolution will not be televised.” It is a necessity we educate ourselves. If you rely on what is taught in schools and universities beware. Whoever runs a school or a university do not serve the truth rather they serve their own selfish agenda.

          But allow me to wrap this up. We’re caught in a two party system where either choice we select will most likely bring disaster to the United States. We have been locked into this system of choosing the lesser of two evil for a very long time. “Constantly choosing the lesser of two evils is still choosing evil,” Jerry Garcia. When you vote don’t be selfish and vote for yourself. Vote for a generation fifty years from now. Let’s fix this systematic error in our political system. Dump Trump, say Nil to Hill. 

Monday, October 31, 2016

The War On Terror? No Thanks!!

The War On Terror? No Thanks!!

          What exactly is the ‘war on terror’ and how does it affect me?
          That is a very good question as well as a complex one. Presumably the ‘war on terror’ is an attack on those who would like to destroy the American way. That sounds like a noble cause until you define the American way.
          To me the American way are the ideals that this country expressed in the Bill of Rights. Free speech, free press, freedom of religion, freedom of assembly, a representative government where the people have the power. Let me assure you that nobody overseas wants to destroy that kind of America.
          But America has a sinister and evil twin. So horridly different it is hard to imagine they were birthed by the same womb. I am talking about the selfish capitalistic America; the one that was founded on genocide and enriched itself on chattel slavery. Like Satan who it serves this America is full of lies and hypocrisy.
          And thus there is a dueling conflict. The virtuous America attempts to exist and survive while the cruel America attempts to enrich itself at the expense of everyone else. It is the second America that these ‘terrorists’ are trying to destroy. Allow me to say so should every righteous person in the world.
          Outside of 911, which in the opinion of many was in fact self inflicted terrorism, what has happened on American soil? Rather the overwhelming amount of killing has occurred over seas; in particular the Middle East. It is a sad and familiar story. The United States uses it’s vastly superior military to kill and destroy the armed forces of another country. Then they go in and seize their resources. It happened in Afghanistan and it happened in Iraq. Unfortunately other countries are on the list.
          The means of conquest that the United States uses are barbaric and cruel. Drone strikes which double dip. That is after the initial missile attack a second missile is fired when rescuers attempt to help those wounded in the initial attack. Cluster bombs that drop and kill innocent civilians are common. In fact in Yemen the youth have acquired a great hatred for the United States as a result of these attacks. The second selfish America mind you.
          In sheer hypocritical fashion the United States continues to do what it condemns. That is the use of dangerous and illegal weapons is one glaring item. The United States still uses deplete uranium and white phosphorus; all the while condemning other nations for ‘alleged’ use of chemical weapons. Far from leading by example the United States is acting as if they are above the rules.
          Take for example the alleged Syrian bombing of two hospitals. The United States called this as a grievous sin; an unforgivable barbaric act. However when the United States bombed a hospital of Doctors Without Borders they sang a different tune. It was all an honest mistake. Subordinates were called out for not properly following the rules of engagement. That is the problem with the United States they can do no evil in their own wicked eyes.
But evil is what abounds in this nation. The only reason God has not treated us like Sodom and Gomorrah is because of the core of righteous people who live here. I am certainly not talking about the so called ‘evangelical’ Christians. I am talking about brave people who think with both their heart and their mind. Allow me to draw your attention to Standing Rock, South Dakota.
There on lands rightfully belonging to the Sioux Nation a host of people have gathered to stop the construction of a pipeline. The pipeline would go under the Missouri River which supplies an estimated seven million people with drinking water. Of course the whole idea of building a pipeline in such a delicate area is utterly insane. But unfortunately greed blinds people. The Bible is right when it says the “Love of money is the root of all evil.”
These peaceful protesters have been met with a host of violence. Armed soldiers in riot gear have attacked them. Hundreds have been arrested. Others had dogs set on them or were sprayed with pepper spray. I assure you the government would kill these people except that the outrage at such an act wouldn’t be worth the slaughter.
          So on one side we have people concerned with the well being of future generations. People who not only want to live the good life but want also want it preserved for future generations. On the other side are short sighted business people who are only concerned about themselves and their profits.
          You see the divide is so profound that it is really a battle of good versus evil. Why are you destroying what give us life? Wealth is a fictional concept. Green pieces of paper and digits on a computer have no intrinsic value. On the other hand pure water is as they say ‘life’ itself. There is no monetary compensation worth destroying the Missouri River. NONE!!!
          These same greedy people refuse to invest their resources into developing alternative sources of energy such as solar and wind. Rather they are fixated on their oil. To them oil is supreme. Henry Kissinger one of the evilest men who ever existed said this, “Control the oil and you control the nations; control the food and you control the people.” Sounds like a play right out of Satan’s handbook. Not only does it explain why Monsanto is producing plants that don’t bear seeds but it brings us back to the ‘war on terror’.
          You see the Middle East is rich in oil. Kissinger is correct in his assessment. That for the time being the world is dependent on oil. The United States in its sadistic quest to conquer to world is trying to grab all the oil for itself. It doesn’t matter to them whom they kill along the way. After all a country that used two nuclear weapons on civilian populations will pretty much commit any dastardly deed.

          So is it wrong to fight against such a force? I’ll leave that up to you. Also remember fighting does not necessitate violence. Let me leave you with this thought, ‘who are the real terrorists?” Is it the people fighting to maintain their way of life, whether they are in the Middle East or in South Dakota? Or is it those trying to make themselves a lot of money off of the suffering of others. Before you answer let me remind you that twenty two United States’ veterans kill themselves every day, far more deaths then the alleged ‘terrorists’ are responsible for.  

Tuesday, October 4, 2016


          When my wife Sylvia and I first visited the Church of Christ at Chancellor Avenue there was a thrill in the air.  It was after all in the year 2008 and there was a newly elected president  Barack Obama. Chancellor Avenue is located in the South Ward in Newark, New Jersey. For further clarification we were in the heart of the Hood.
          One didn't even have to talk to a person to sense the anticipation of something good coming along. It was written on their smiling faces and it was written on their shirts. I'm talking about the famous or perhaps now infamous one. It had the depiction of President Obama with the words HOPE underneath.
          I am certain that almost everybody down there was feeling good. After all sixty years ago if there was a black president of the United States in a science fiction story it would have been criticized as unbelievable. But despite slavery, despite Jim Crow, despite the riots, despite watching immigrants come in and move on ahead, despite a thousand other things, it had happened. One of their own had become president; or so they thought.
          Every time we were down there we saw that 'Hope' shirt. I am not exaggerating. We'd be down to the Church building twice every Sunday and Wednesday evening for Bible study. Our walk to the store front building from the street was measured in mere yards. But without fail we would always see that shirt. It was almost like a gang affiliation; perhaps stronger and definitely more universal.
          So what happened? Well my wife and I dedicated ourselves to the congregation. We met a lot of wonderful people and we made a lot of beautiful friends. Oh, yeah, the 'Hope' shirts are now gone. Not one has been seen in years. Somewhere the anticipated messiah of the poor African American had been shot down.
          Don't get me wrong there is still a tremendous amount of pride towards President Obama. Some of the people blame the senate and the congress, in particular the Republicans. Rumors abound, and based upon certain statements I've seen I believe them to be true. That is that the priority of the Republicans was simply to shut down Obama; so that he could get nothing done.
          There's not too much talk about the man selling out. Personally I believe to climb high into politics you do indeed sell your soul to the devil. That when you go to big business for financing a political campaign that favors are expected in return. Dick Cheney and Halliburton come to mind. But it's not limited to Republicans and it's not limited to the Federal level. Let's face it, even if it's the cop on the take or the local assembly man getting kickbacks this country reeks with corruption. I firmly believe that if Obama tried to fundamentally change the way our country worked this article would be a eulogy.
          Let me tell you that I have yet to see any sign to indicate whether people are more favored to Hillary or Sanders. I think that perhaps in some of the crowds that hangs around the church building, if somebody claimed to support Trump, they would get beaten. I'm not joking. In the eight years we've been there at the church plant I can recall at least three murders. Two on the corner thirty yards from the building and the most recent one on June first, a block away.
          These are the same people who as a pale skinned person have embraced me. That when I walk the neighborhoods and knock on doors there hasn't been the slightest hint of hatred. Except perhaps once. On the other hand when I take my Sylvia, who is African American to 'European American' neighborhoods, I have more concern for her safety.
          So to quote Marvin Gay , "What's going on?" Certainly I have seen no excitement in the Hood over this election. I think everybody is sad to see President Obama leave office. I don't think that the majority of the people down there have a grasp of the political climate. I really don't think I could make that claim for myself as well. It seems to be a very complicated world. When in the United States that it is a crisis that billionaires and millionaires on Wall Street are going to go broke, yet when that's the daily reality in the Hood, it's not even mentioned in the press. When you can spend all the money you need to 'defend' this country but can't do one lick to support what you are 'defending'.
          I believe there is an answer and I know it does not exist in politics alone. Politics can be an avenue for change, but if you focus on it you will lose every time. In the end, cynical as it seems, Washington is an exclusive club where money is the ticket to intimacy. If you have no hefty some of cash you are simply a statistic.
          So what is the answer? Community. Simple as that. A community of love and support. Obama and his wife did provide inspiration. They still fulfill that role today and historically forever will. But they fell short of what the people aspired to. Nothing great was done, outside the mind and spirit that is. But who knows what will grow from the seeds of Obama's legacy? What unimaginable good thing will happen sixty years from now?

          So we'll continue to do our service. Hand out free clothes. Buy the panhandlers food. Lend a sympathetic, listening, non judgmental ear.  Talk to the people about a better life with Jesus Christ. But most importantly there is an open invitation for anyone on this planet to come down to the Church of Christ on Chancellor Avenue and become part of what we are. You see we offer a HOPE you can and must believe in. 

Monday, October 3, 2016

The Inequality Of Wealth

The Inequality Of Wealth

          The idea of wealth is really starting to sink into my psyche. Whenever I venture down by the Church of Christ at Chancellor Avenue in Newark I am acutely aware of poverty. People come up to my almost every time I am down there. They ask for money for food, coffee or bus fare. Being a minister and thus a representative of the Church I almost never decline. The only exception is when I know the recipient squanders their money on drugs. Otherwise I am glad to buy a person a cup of coffee and I am grateful to have the funds to do so.
          But the concept of poverty hit me harder when I recently had to go to court. Where people had to pay fifty dollar fines and needed a payment plan to take care of it. The idea of living off of a fixed income really struck me. That people have to watch their budget so tightly they cannot even pay a small fine. Contrasting this are others who have every luxury and don't even need to have a budget. So my thoughts focused on 'the inequality of wealth'.
          In capitalistic America we are presented with this theory that we are all created equal. Also in our so called 'free market' we have the ability to act as we sit fit. Simply put, we all have skills and abilities and we can use our talents however we like. Success and failure occurs just like evolution with the superior rising to the top. We are all competing for the slice of the pie.
          Perhaps on a certain level this might seem just. That we all do our best. The person who works harder or is more clever succeeds. Those who are lazy or make bad decisions fail. Even at this base and accepted level this system seems harsh. What about the weak and wounded in our society? Shouldn't we make a special effort to take care to them?
          Let me now shatter all pretenses of righteousness in capitalism. Let us examine the history of the United States. If we are competing for a fair slice of the pie we must first recognize that the whole pie has been stolen. That's right, Europeans came here and through violence, treachery and deceit they gained power over the land. The takeover was done in a most detrimental way to the indigenous peoples. It is one of the most grievous examples of genocide ever in the history of mankind. We are taught that God gave the Europeans a mandate called 'Manifest Destiny' to seize the land. In all honesty I care not to know that wicked God and furthermore it is not the God of the Bible.
          Secondly the empire was built on cruel, forced labor or chattel slavery. People were stolen or kidnapped from their homeland. They were brought here in filthy conditions. The mode of transportation was so atrocious that a businessman wouldn't even transport stock in suck a fashion. Once arriving the slaves were dehumanized and robbed of their own identity. The women were raped. The children were sold on the auction block. And all were worked with no regard to their welfare.
          When chattel slavery ended great waves of immigration came to America. The newcomers were put to work in terrible conditions, for long hours and scant pay. Here when they workers organized and fought back things actually changed. Work hours got reduced. Pay was raised. Safety conditions improved. Child labor was banned. It is proof things can change if we fight for it.
          That is an economic history of the United States in a succinct and simplistic manner. Understand that wealth was originally stolen and then it was increased by the oppression of others.  Opportunity was never fair and equal nor was it ever just. Furthermore the conditions continue today in hideous forms. The oppression of the inner city is a prime example. Young African America youth are denied opportunity through various insidious methods. Primarily through the racist nature of the system. This is evidenced by the extremely high rate of incarceration.
          Now here is the key. Many have tried to fight for the oppressed. You would think that somebody wishing to eliminate poverty or to improve social status of people would be welcomed. Isn't it a noble thing to lift your fellow human being up in life?  Instead anybody advocating for anything remotely righteous is met with the fiercest resistance of the system. Whether it was Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, American Indian Movement, The Black Panthers, MOVE or the I.W.W. to mention a few. All these groups have been met with physical violence aimed to eradicate them directed by the United States Government. For the uninitiated research COINTELPRO. 
          I am saying that in the United States there is no free speech and certainly no freedom to practices as one feels politically inclined to. To prove the latter I just simply have to ask  you how much influence you feel you have in selecting the candidate. Rather it is the wealthy people or the upper one percent who have selected two shills for us to chose from. Even then I doubt the votes will be counted fairly. In addition left wing groups like socialists and communists are repressed. Eugene Debs the Socialist candidate for president of the United States of America was thrown in jail for saying World War 1 was not a war for freedom.
          As far as free speech surely we must have it, after all you are reading this very anti government treatise. Free speech is indeed tolerated. However when a person starts to have influence they are quickly delt with in a very hostile way. Keep on paying attention to those who speak out against the system.  They will either be co-opted or destroyed in the struggle. 
          The point of the whole matter is that there is an inequality of wealth in the United States. None can deny this. The overwhelming majority of those who have wealth have gotten it by the most despicable ways. Furthermore they maintain it in an equally evil way.
          There are other options. The Native Americans had an idealistic system based on cultural community. Certainly we could spend less money on war and on other things. Let me make this very personal. My wife is suffering from dementia. My car is getting fixed and I can't take her out to calm her down. Due to my limited economics my wife is suffering needlessly. First of all the burden of her care shouldn't fall entirely on me. Society should be there to support me in this manner. I cannot afford to pay for her health care in a day program. Thus I have to tough it out on my own. In a capitalistic society you can get the finest of things, but only if you have the necessary money.

          When people such as I advocate for redistribution of wealth I am derided by the rich and called a 'thief'. I know the history and I know the truth. The rich people are the ones who have stolen this country. The rich people used immoral and unscrupulous methods to create and maintain their wealth. I agree with Joe Hill that we should organize. Let's let the dialogue continue on this matter. There is so much that needs to be explored. Let us have a just world in every way. Let us end "The Inequality Of Wealth". 

Monday, September 19, 2016

For What It's Worth

For What It's Worth

For what it's worth. At age eighteen I was a brainwashed child with a narrow mind and little life experience. I was full of hatred and illogical beliefs. I can understand how I arrived at the point. I was immersed in a culture of hatred and lies. Escaping and learning new things I discovered that the overwhelming majority of what I was told was a lie.

God is not a Catholic. America is not a righteous country. Black people are not inferior. Money is not happiness. The list is in fact very long. I thank God for the grace to have escaped from hatred to Love. This journey literally drove me insane. The world I was taught to believe in did not exist. All the evidence was false and the facts interpreted wrong. I came to understand that these lies are purposely perpetuated to keep people in a state of oppression. One of the main reasons for this is that rich people can keep economic dominance over a poor people. The thrill of control, power and manipulation are other contributing factors.

Finding people who actually took Jesus serious was the beginning of the opening of my eyes. Not hypocrites who gave the Bible lip service but genuine believers. Here's a spiritual test. If you hate people for any reason you have failed. Hitchhiking around the United States was also an eye opener. I have been around rich people and I have been around poor people. I have been to Third World countries as an insider. Also I have extensively studied the cultures of other people and made a genuine effort to see the world through their eyes.

Here are some shocking truths.
1. Money is only paper and totally worthless.
2. You don't kill for Jesus under any circumstances.
3. The government doesn't have your best interests at heart.
4. Most clergy don't really believe what they preach.
5. America is as bad as Nazi Germany in it's aggression and only the method of genocide differs. Of course there are many other nations that are on the list like Great Britain, France, Japan among others.
6. School is in fact a prison. (Ask yourself this. Why does the government send a truant officer for children missing school but don't care if a child is starving in attendance?)
7. Education is a blatant lie when you are young and innocent. Overtime you are taught more of the truth. Eventually if you continue the process you are aware of the truth but lose the moral convictions to be outraged by it.
8. College doesn't make you more qualified to do a job unless you are in some specific discipline such as science or such. College tells an employer that you will submit to outrageous demands. That's why you study a broad array of disciplines. Not to expand your horizons but to do something you are forced into.
9. The vast majority of 'christians' are Satanic.
10. Violence is a sign of weakness and insecurity.
11. People of lower economics or those deemed socially undesirable are more generous and of higher character. I know this first hand from my experience with the mentally ill among other things.
12. More people will go to Hell than Heaven.
13. The news is propaganda and controlled by a handful of people.
14. Wall Street controls our government.

15. The Federal Reserve is a private institution.

Friday, September 16, 2016

The Question of Syria, What is the right question?

The Question of Syria, What is the right question?

     Syria is a hot topic in the United States and around the world. However, it seems that there is not an objective look at the issue in the United States press. Rather there is a call to condemnation for the 'Assad Regime'. Political pundits of the war machine ask 'What should we do in response to Assad's atrocities?'
          Allegations against the 'Assad Regime' include gassing his own people and bombing hospitals. There is no conclusive evidence in either case. Even if we were to accept every report against the 'Assad Regime' as gospel truth, the evil is paralleled by what Saudi Arabia is doing in Yemen. So where is the American outcry for the murder of civilians in Yemen? Is dropping barrel bombs on civilians any different than dropping cluster bombs on innocents? Instead the United States is encouraging the slaughter of innocents in Yemen as President Obama is petitioning for yet another billion dollars in military aid for the wealthy country of Saudi Arabia.
          The message here of course is clearly one of hypocrisy. We can stand back and abhor in terror what the 'Assad Regime' is doing while at the same time applaud and assist in the atrocities of Saudi Arabia. In fact, there is little press that is addressed to this dirty little secret conflict. Why that is so is a very good question.
          Additionally, the United States is declaring that Assad was not elected in a fair and democratic way. While not exactly the same, I have but to look at the actions of the DNC here at home to see cheating. Once more the claim is not a fact but rather a smearing of Assad. Whether we like it or not President Assad was selected by the process the country of Syria used. He is the legitimate ruler of a sovereign country. That is a very important reality.
          The question to be asked is not 'What should we do about the atrocities of the 'Assad Regime'?' But rather 'what right does the United States have to interfere in the political integrity of a sovereign nation?'
          Of course historically the United States has aggressively violated the rule of legitimate, democratically elected leaders. Say what? Let's put that bluntly. The United States has sent people to kill and destroy so that they could throw out of power legitimate leaders. This has been done in Haiti, Chile, Iran, Iraq, Afghanistan, Libya, Colombia, Vietnam, Dominican Republic, Brazil and others. Whether the interference involved sending in the marines, a full blown out war, or sinister and covert C.I.A. activity it matters little. What it amounts to is denying the will of the people of other nations and imposing America's will upon them. Without exception this brought about worse conditions for the masses.
          Think about that for a moment. How would any United States' citizen feel if after an election a group of Chinese marines landed in Washington because they were unhappy about the results. Or if Russian thugs assassinated the president-elect and put in power one hand picked from Moscow?
          So should we be unconcerned about what is happening in Syria? By no means. There are proper channels to influence other nations. There is diplomacy and the United Nations. But why not focus on situations that we could have a greater impact on? Why not pressure Israel into stopping the bombing of Gaza? Why not stop the war on Yemen? And while we’re at it why not stop the illegal drone attacks all over the Arab world? When it comes to virtue one should lead by example, not with hostile actions over ugly accusations that have never been substantiated.
          For you see we must ask the right question. "What right does any nation have interfering with the internal conduct of another nation?" Through the dogma of 'American exceptionalism' the United States is practicing a policy of might makes right. What are our goals? It has not one thing to do with humanitarian concerns. It all has to do with securing resources for American interests. "It's the money that matters."
          If that sounds callous, and cold, it is. Our 'war on terror' is nothing of the sort. Rather it is a gambit to steal the oil, secure minerals and control the opium trade. In the Rwandan genocide the United States decided to look the other way. ( ) While Bill Clinton decided to use force in Yugoslavia he chose to ignore the much more severe situation in Africa. His turning a blind eye allowed genocide to happen. The choice of where to commit American military force is a glowing indication of what is in our 'national interest'. By ignoring the larger scale African conflict and taking decisive action in Europe, our interests were clearly shown as not to be motivated by humanitarian compassion.  
          I am one for getting our own house in order. The United States is a country in peril. Our industry is destroying the environment. Social justice in the United States is at an imbalance. We are waging aggressive wars. We have more people incarcerated than any other nation. We are the number one arms dealer in the world. We have made a mockery of our honor by flagrantly violating every treaty signed with the indigenous peoples. Our economy is out of whack enriching the rich, destroying the middle class and impoverishing the poor. Why can't we ask questions on those matters? As the Bible says "remove the beam from your own eye and you will see clearly to remove the mote from your brother's".
          I love my country. Not the greedy bankers. Not the marauding, bullying army. Not the arrogant, narcissistic politicians.  But rather the good people and the righteous ideals. I urge those who have a zeal to help the Syrian people to do so. But dropping bombs and funding radical factions who will turn their guns anywhere they see fit is not the answer. Rather let us capture a moral command and let others navigate by the light we shed in our greatness.  We have but to live up to the ideals that this nation was supposedly founded upon.
          What right does the United States have to interfere in Syria's internal politics? None.
          About the author. John Kaniecki is an activist writer and full time caregiver to his wife Sylvia. He volunteers as a missionary in the inner city of Newark, at the Church of Christ at Chancellor Avenue. His book Poet To The Poor, Poems Of Hope For The Bottom One Percent, poetically explores life by using historical figures and every day people. John is also a bipolar survivor. His book Murmurings of A Mad Man addresses the poetically. His soon to come out memoirs More Than The Madness reveals mental illness from the perspective of the mentally ill. To find these books and others please visit his Amazon author page.
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Friday, May 20, 2016

Murmurings Of A Mad Man

How can one describe mental illness?

There are of course the complex psychiatric definitions. But what do these cold hard diagnosis tell you about the heart? Or the feelings one has? Or the spiritual trauma? Murmurings of a Mad Man is a book of poetry written by myself. It deals with my time spent inside of Graystone Psychiatric Hospital. I am a sufferer of bipolar disorder.

I don't think the poetry is what anyone would expect from a psychiatric patient. It is written in strict rhyme with strict rhythm. Here's a sample.

Abandoned in Dorm Sixty Two

Beauty is a pleasing thing to the eye
For a lovely women men kill and die
Charm is a warmth eternal for all days
Conquering hearts as they lift subdued praise
But those things are a wave on the ocean
Life’s greatest treasure is plain devotion
As I sit in dorm number sixty two
Insane thoughts tornado right unto you
Not a lover, nor brother, nor friend
I am just something you liked to pretend
An uncomfortable being ignored
Seen with scorn, in contempt I am deplored
Not a visit, a call, nor a note
“I am the least of these” to give a quote
Abandoned ship when it hit disaster
Seeing a leper you ran the faster
Oh if you but knew our dear sweet Master
For Love is something worthy to die for
To give everything and then give some more
I needed just a hand to hold in hell
I believe you understand it now well
Fly away, to another discover
I desire you not as friend or lover
I am the summation of all holy
For even the greatest begun lowly
But do not pout nor have a frown on face
There’s always grace
Murmurings of a Mad Man come hear it
God is a lunatic and a Spirit

Dorm sixty two was the dormitory that I was in. Graystone State Psychiatric Hospital is a place where only committed patients are held. Those that were deemed as a threat to others or to themselves. It's most famous resident was Woody Guthrie.

In the book I use three figures to represent my ego, superego and id. These being Joe Hill, Woody Guthrie and Crazy Horse. One thing about mental illness is that it takes away your pride. Any semblance of arrogance vanishes. It is in this low state that one feels a connection with the common man. That one learns compassion for the oppressed and down trodden.

Murmurings of a Mad Man is definitely a statement about life. It looks at the world from a unique perspective; one that many are unaware exists. I ask you to take a moment and use the eyes that have been thrust upon me. It will lead to greater understanding of the world around you and even yourself.


My love she lies beside me sleeping our dream
My breath is hushed as my pen dictates scream
She is the angel that makes life easy
She is the devil that knows how to please me
Lover, Friend, Doctor, Nurse, Mother and Wife
The steadfast anchor the Love of my life
How many angry words have you forgave?
How many times my life came to save?
I do not have any greater desire
Then to kiss your lips and embrace your fire

You are fantasy a lady and more
In agony the woman I adore
When the well is empty from you I drink
When my mind is barren your thoughts I think

You are my black rose delicately tough
I ask for more I’ll never have enough
I pray your inner hopes of righteousness
Will awaken you with fulfillment’s soft kiss
I am the sage you humble to a fool
I am a god your life I cannot rule
Sleep dear child as I chase futility
You will never know what you mean to me


Monday, March 28, 2016

30 Poems in 30 Days

I am involved in an  exercise to write thirty poems in thirty days. I will be posting my poems here. I hope you enjoy my creative experience.  Be sure to leave thoughts and comments.  John "FeatherLeaf" Kaniecki 

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Here we go.

Next Stop The Crematory

by John Kaniecki  24/30

Full of science
Full of reason
No defiance
Tis but the final season
As the body aches
Blistering in pain
The mind awakes
No words to explain
A sad goodbye
Back to the dust
Loved ones cry
No God to trust
Life lived to the best
The brave atheist
End of story
Next stop the crematory 

She Came

by John Kaniecki   23/30

She came
With rags and tears
Wading in raging waters of fears
Tears flowing like rain
Unable to refrain
Falling at the Master's feet
Silent, suddenly sweet
Her sins
Knowing each by name
Her sins
No longer to claim
For on the cross of glory
Precious blood flowed free
In death, life
In giving, receiving
A miracle
In believing
With rags and tears
She came
Never to be the same 

A Glorious Song

by John Kaniecki  22/30

Singing a glorious song
Drenched in praise
Singing a glorious song
All of our days
A song of joy
A song of sorrow
A song with promise
Of a better tomorrow
So lift up your voice
And rejoice
Cry from your heart
With a spirit sincere
For God will never part
So have no fear
Though you enter the grave
God shall save
For you will rise from dust
If God is your trust
In heaven's home
You belong
God fully known
In a glorious song
Without beginning or end
Which none can comprehend
Sing in strong
A glorious song 

Gospel Train

by John Kaniecki    21/30

There is a train steaming down the track
Ain't no pain in dreaming if you don't look back
Tomorrow is certain the Promised Land
All sorrow and hurtin' you shall understand
Catch the train cause you can afford the fee
Catch the train don't you know the ride is free
We'll be singing as we fade into glory
Always bringing the great gospel story
Let me tell you sister
There ain't no stopping this train
Let me tell you brother
We ain't a riding in vain
We don't care
About your race, country of skin
We don't care
We'll give you a helping hand in
We'll even say a prayer
To help you overcome your sin
Don't you hear that mighty whistle blowing
I want  you to be confident in knowing
That gospel train it is always on time
Go on and claim it say 'it is mine'
So get down on your knees
And cry out to God Almighty
He'll hear your pleas
And He'll set you free
The gospel train it'll never stop
Till it reaches Zion's top
So come on catch the ride
Gospel train can't be denied 

Stevie Nicks

by John Kaniecki 20/30

You were the woman
From a dream
You were the woman
Who made me scream
And between
Coming and going
There was no knowing
The scene
so, so, so serene

I will ride the white horse
I will sail the seven rivers
I will wrestle the ocean
I will fight with Love's force
With utmost devotion

So long lady stardust
It was only lust
Your sins have been forgiven
Mother of Heaven

Fair Thee Well

by John Kaniecki 19/30

I promised to always be there
To hold you
And to care
I promised love sincere
To protect you
From every fear
I promised so much
To be gentle
When we touch

I have upheld my part
I never left you
It is true
You live in my heart
But you have forgotten me
I am but a memory
So fair thee well
You have earned your hell

Leroy Passed On

by John Kaniecki 18/30

Leroy walked his final step
Momma cried
And the children wept
Leroy went on home
At least that's our prayer
I can't be sure
Cause I've never been there
But one thing I know for sure
Leroy ain't here no more
Leroy is gone
Leroy passed on
Perhaps on heaven's shore
I'll see Leroy once more
A hope to hope upon
Leroy passed on

Soul Brother

by John Kaniecki 17/30

Soul brother
Remember me
I'm the one
Who raped your mother
I'm the one
Who called you boy
I stole the blues
To make rock and roll
I've got news
I'm still in control

You'll never see me
Down in the hood
You'll never see me
Is that understood

I am the general
Standing behind the ranks
I am the businessman
Running the banks
I am the man in blue
With his gun pointed at you
You won't know my hate
Until it's too late

Soul brother
Take my advice
To me hatred
Is sacred
I feed off the rage
It turns me on
You want to turn the page
Show some real Love
And I'll be gone

Soul brother
You are also
In my command
For none can claim
That they are without sin
Uplift my name
And I always win

Hometown Hero

by John Kaniecki  16/30

He was the hometown hero
In a village of losers
Really liked his blow
Hung out with the boozers
And I was the one with the greatest sin
Cause I was infested with hatred
Without and within
But somewhere in my journey
Walking under a dark, dismal, gray sky
It occurred to me
That everything I learned was a lie
And the hometown hero
Could not conceive
Cause no matter how you count the cost
The numbers add up to zero
And in the asylums I found
Answers to the secrets most profound
Superiority is but an illusion
And most of life is futile confusion
That money is simply a paper green
And all our theories of war obscene
And so the hometown hero
Plays the local bars
Smiling, singing, strumming guitars
One day I might come by to say hello
Cause tomorrow is uncertain
You just never know
So raise the glass
And let the past pass
As we give a toast
To our hometown hero
In whom we still boast 

 Those Walls of Hatred

by John Kaniecki 15/30

This poem is my prayer
This poem is my plea
God I wonder
If you care for me

Sorry for the doubt
I'll try to refrain
But all about
Are walls of endless pain

Walls that confine
Walls that shout
Walls that define
Keeping Love out

Oh Lord can you hear?
Listen to my call
If you are there
Tear down the walls

The Song Of The Martyrs

by John Kaniecki 14/30

The song of the martyrs
Are laced with fire
While the good man barters
Faith for desire
And I fall upon my wicked knees
To pray
Crying in anxious pleas
For strength to get through today
And in your silence
Your anguish is heard
And in your silence
I mourn every word
Crucified on the cruel cross
Of some fabricated reality
Counting the cost
Until you are numbered as a fatality

The bass drum keep the beat
As our blood cleanses the street
The song of victory
Is the song of defeat
For in order for one to win
Another must lose
Righteousness or sin
That is for you to chose
Just remember
Before you surrender
Long after you are gone
The song goes on 

A Poet's Prayer

by John Kaniecki 13/30

Well the winter wind it blew
And somehow I just knew
That the times were due for a turn
Cause when you work for pay
Day after day after day
You just seem to learn
It's an instinct
A second sense if you will
Something you learn to trust
To tell love from lust
Or a kiss from a lie
And I was feeling bitterly cold
And I was feeling bitterly old
And I couldn't understand why
To be born a fool
And then to live and die
With unimaginable promise
Settling for this

I'm hoping for spring
I'm hoping for a better thing
A blessing from the Divine
Not just for me and mine
But something to find
For all of mankind

So I gazed to the heavens cloudy and gray
And I wondered who listened
When the starving children pray
Still I have to say
I have hope for a better day
An end to the winter's wicked white
An end to the endless fight

And the missiles are aimed to kill
And the missiles are aimed to kill
And the missiles are aimed to kill

Propaganda Poem

by John Kaniecki 12/30

Everybody give glory
To the official story
Those who died on nine eleven
Went straight to heaven
On this I must insist
Except for each terrorist
This is the only way to feel
Never mind
That you find
Temperatures too low to melt steel

One plane, two plane
One tower, two tower
Building Seven as well
It's insane
To question those in power
It is the Highway to Hell
In the awful aftermath
Deny basic math
Can't you see
One plus one equals three

Wave the flag
Boast and brag
Go on the attack
Invade Iraq
But don't bitch and moan
Cause we left Saudi Arabia alone

This poem is propaganda
So I declare
You'll lose all your rights
From guns to Miranda
So beware

In Remembrance Of A Beloved Son

by John Kaniecki 11/30

No words for Ron
Now that his son has passed on
Nothing to say
What good are words anyway?

There exists the tragic loss
And the inevitable cross
So I write this poem of sympathy
Between Ron and me
To express
I have offered a prayer
And that I care
God bless

Perhaps these words shall last into eternity
And forever will be his memory 

Modern Poetry Magazine's Solicitation

by John Kaniecki 10/30

Poems wanted
Our tastes are eclectic
Send us your best work
We are avant-garde
So ahead of our time
Words lose all meaning

Abstractly vague poems
Decipherable only to the authors
Is our specialty
Talent is ambiguous
As a Rorschach Test

I am happy to publish
Anyone who will publish me
And if you have a degree
Who am I to deny your talent
After all you know
How many PhD's Tesla had

Our contests are outright scams
If the winner ain't rigged
Well then we always stand
To make a tidy profit

I am misunderstood
Which explains a lot
If you happen to display
Real talent
Perhaps rhythm and rhyme
Or some clever imagery
You will be deemed
A threat

In the end
We will reject you
With an anonymous email
Telling you art is highly subjective
And not to be discouraged
And please resubmit
So we can repeat
The same sadistic experience

Jazz At The Montclair Library

by John Kaniecki 9/30

They only play Jazz
Cause they can't handle the blues
And I am composing this poem
Walking in the freezing drizzle
I won't use the word rain
Despite that
Vain, pain, and remain, all rhyme

So you all must understand
That eternity has done a flip
A psychedelic trip
While I must never forget
The tea pot is on the fire
It's not tea I desire
Rather to poor the boiling water
To unclog my bathroom drain
And yes that too rhymes with rain
And poor drizzle
Only can fizzle

I had a nice cupcake
Chocolate with green icing on top
They were dispensed after the ensemble
Perhaps to avoid an early
Yes I was reading my Bible
And talking to Gerard
I like reading my Bible
I realize life ain't too hard
Like playing jazz
A lot of sophistication
And endless hours of dedication
Just to be misunderstood
And if you're really good
Well then...

I just poured the boiling water down the
It cured my ills at least I
So.. tap...out...right....rhythm

Love Lost

by John Kaniecki 8/30

Grains of sand, coarse petals of rain
The color red laughing immersed in pain
A lethal leather tongue lapping love
A sacrifice
At any price
Is never twice
A puff of smoke whispers forgotten
Blacker than night my only true love begotten
Marry me, marry me, marry me
Your love was a deluge of anarchy
Liberty is not freedom
One finds sin binds crueler than steel
Wake up, wake up, this is real
I wonder, down under
Darkness seething thunder
And the lightening
A flash of every righteous reality revealing
Only a momentary feeling
As the waves lap upon the eternal shore
Once more
Dark as before 

From Engineering Student To Novice Poet A True Story

by John Kaniecki 7/30

Perhaps it was the harsh doctrines of science choking me
Two brutal hands of logic and reason
Or rather the poetic fire ignited
As my heart burst into a blazing beacon
Either way came the insanity

I was lost
Longing for anathema
The sum of my existence
Uniform boxes
Defined by complex, intricate, equations
I did not spill these containers
I detonated a billion and three neutron bombs

Free as the essence of liberty
Oh sweetest nectar of impossibility
Poisoning my tart reality
Crushing waters of the lightlessness
Of the deepest ocean depths
Crumbled me to my knees
My mind stripped barren as a bark less tree
Gnawed by savagery
Inflicted in the asylum
With repeated lethal injections of Thorazine
But I had kissed the Promised Land
For my liberation
I would pay the ultimate toll
I was riding on the New York subway on January nights
Simply to stay warm
One and one is not three
One and one is me 

Love Letters Written In Mania

by John Kaniecki 6/30

Why rebuke flaming words of passion?
As if my letters had teeth
To bite your tenderness underneath
Hate is cold and vile
Sold and sterile
The dark, dead moon on a frigid winter's night

What then is love?
The savage furies that I am thinking of?
They are the shocking pinks of fashion
Painted on pants
Slow, sensual, sexual, dance
Rhythmic racing raging romance
The elegance of style
Ending in a satisfactory smile

Was it all in vain?
Strewn ashes but remain
And I
At this very instant
Eternally still in time
Momentarily sane
Plead guilty to the crime
Of reckless, boundless, affection
But need I mention
For my tender heart's protection
I have moved on
And like other ancient, forbidden, mysteries

Do you still possess
My chaotic poetic mess
Of the love I once dared to profess?
I refuse to take a guess
For that is the double edge sword of the blues
Either way, I lose 


by John Kaniecki 5/30

On Mount Hope's summit pondering
I behold with my eyes
A City of Truth
Ivory White Towers, void of lies
Streets of gold
So the journey begins
The story of life laced with sins
Wandering, wondering
Down in the dark depths of the valley of woe
Uncertain, confused, which way to go?
Cruel creatures calling to compromise
Demons deceitfully dark donning angelic disguise
In the soft song of the wind blowing
A frail, faint, beautiful sound
Somehow mysteriously knowing
A secret truth profound
If you keep to the task
And you never surrender
All that you ask
God shall render

Youth's strength shall fade in days
A family there will be to raise
Trials, temptations, torments, testing
Days upon days without resting
Finally to awaken intimate to grays
And whom shall win God's praise?

Money and mammon a hindering weight
To your shame are the wages of hate
All you gave so shall you receive
Trust in the Word, believe
For the length you walk the trail
Shall not make you prevail
Rather the one the Lord will bless
Is the pilgrim who did his best
Who despite evil vile circumstance

Ran the race with endurance

The Slaughter Of Loreal Tsingine

by John Kaniecki 4/30

Most citizens do not know
Or heard of the Navajo
All tribes slandered
Into the convenient box of 'Injun'
All peoples slandered
By this injustice done

Apparently somebody stole a case of beer
Losing money America's worst fear
A casual call to the police
From the convenience store
Agony, a declaration of war
Here's the description they release
Native American woman
Gray sweatpants, white top
Native American woman
This reckless anarchy must stop
For if we don't put them in their place
By mercy and God's grace
The Great Spirit will bless their race
And all these lands shall be returned
And the pale face spurned

So what went down?
A police man came
Loreal didn't want to be arrested
And who would?
The charges she contested
The nameless cop makes a claim
Scissors the woman drew
Upon the man in blue

One shot
Perhaps from surprise
Two shots
Well that'll stop her cries
But five shots
Until she was good and dead

So long my dear daughter
Like the buffalo they did slaughter
As their crimes amount
More then we can count
It is up for us, those still sane
To make sure
Our sister did not die in vain

And the authorities will not even release a name
To tell us who was to blame
Cowards with no shame
Cowboys and 'Injuns' their sadistic game

Loreal Tsingine you sought no fame
For those you loved
Whom I am thinking of
Life will never be the same
I pray their misery
And this poetry
Will ignite a mighty flame
So to the whole world will proclaim
We are sick of this racist war

A Poem For Peace- A Mother's Words

(Dedicated to Cindy Sheehan and the memory of her beloved son Casey)

by John Kaniecki 3/30

What have you done
To my darling young one
To my precious son
Whose life had just begun

I need no answer
From you sir
All you speak is a lie
And even that you deny

Generals, politicians, laugh
There is no draft
But as the empty belly aches
Minds make mistakes
Three hots and a cot
So many of life's miseries forgot
Until you deploy
To kill and destroy
For they assume control
Of body and soul

I long to see your face
To hold you in an endless embrace
But you were stolen from me in youth
And so I am obliged to speak the truth

I lament
I cry
I weep and wail
But I shall never repent
For many more shall suffer and die
If my mission I fail

So in the solitude of my sorrow
I dream of a better tomorrow
Where soldiers fight no more
And war
Is but a sad memory
Of a forgotten history

And so I must raise my voice
For I have no other choice
For if I am silent
It speaks consent
And nothing do I deplore more
Then war
So shall I never cease
Until we achieve peace

And Casey this
Is my solemn promise
Momma loves you still
And momma always will
Feelings mothers share
Oh Almighty God hear this prayer

Help us if you care


(Dedicated to Tatyana and Sophie ages five and four)

by John Kaniecki 2/30

Sweetly pure
Eyes alive saying so much more
To hate and death and war
Why do angels have to cry?
While demons of foulest sin-
Always to win!!?!

I believe
As you live
As you take and give
So shall you receive
For life is not the accumulation of gold
Our story to be told
And as Heaven and Earth
Rebirth with fervent heat
On the other side
So shall we meet
Once more
To bow before God's son
To answer for all that we have done
Of that precious
I am sure

A Day @ The Poet's Cafe

by John Kaniecki 1/30

Rosie is far from nosy
Serving as waitress at the restaurant
Chewing Bazooka bubble gum with a smile
Her raw radiance
Tightly fitting finely filled uniform
Compensates for her lack of style
Her glossy red cheeks speak abundantly
Strawberry Blossom -  exactly
My eyes tip toe over the menu
"I'm not sure"
"I've never been here before"
"Perhaps an extended metaphor?"
Rosie smiles savage and cunning
Sultry, sexually stunning
"Take it from me"
"Try a simile"
"The taste is nice"
"At an excellent price"
Confounded by a vague reference
Like a ship lost upon the sea
"Oh my" I cry suddenly
It's the worst thing to say
At the Poet's Cafe
A corny cliché
So dead the corpse is but dust
Embarrassed like cuddling lovers discovered in lust
I surrender sorrowfully