Politiking.Com http://www.politiking.com/ This is a description of politiking.com. en 2005-06-30T22:02:14+00:00 "> "> "> "> cowboys http://www.politiking.com/articles/2005/06/cowboys.html I grew up on a farm amongst the fields and trees
we didn t have all those colourful kid toys
we ran like the wind and walked like the breeze
because we were rough and rugged little cowboys

we didn t have a park and a sparkling pool
we ran across the land and swam in the lake
we always knew nature was in the hands of fools
we aren t nuclear bombs we re earth quakes

now as I go from city to city in the world
I see the people are so out of place
I see that their souls are lonely and cold
because the concrete jungle lacks natures grace

the values in a world of money and time
leave no room for nature s rhythm and pace
see you don t even realize your endgame crime
nature is beckoning to your souls saving grace

I want to take you to a field at the farm
and see if I can kill your hostile aggression
shhh be quiet cause I mean you no harm
it s time we let nature have her concession

see she knows us in her fields and trees
she sees no need for our destructive war toys
she cries in the wind and whispers in the breeze
for help from this rough and rugged little cowboy

]]> Poetry Benjamin Rouse 2005-06-30T22:02:14+00:00 kid http://www.politiking.com/articles/2005/06/kid.html you are just a kid
you look grown up
but you are just a kid
there s so much you want to see
but you see no way
and you are bored
it starts with the need for purpose
a bleak outlook for the future
then a commercial comes on tv
selling adventure
you are stirred
you can be a hero
you can be good
now you re in training camp
getting discipline
being programmed
don t kid yourself
being programmed
who s kidding who
then you re off in a foreign land
it feels that fast
the decision was made
long ago
war is good for politicians
but good has little to do with it
it s interests that matter
so you fight for interests
you fight for what you don t really understand
but you owe them now
you have no choice
you are not free
and not fighting for freedom
you are just fighting
told to kill
you think to yourself
there has to be a better way
don t let that thought slip
hold onto it
it is freedom
fight for it
but you traded the freedom you had
for the structure that you didn t have
that you craved
one free choice made
and it stole so many liberties
so you are what you know
what did they teach you
what have you learned
but thinking does you little good here
it s kind of too late
you are in the desert of war
you look around
very little grows here
a barren waste land surrounds you
the sun is a blasting point of light
you dare not look for long
just shoot a squinted glance
it sits over a ridge of sand
and your military machine rolls by
but it kind of follows you
your mind drifts to the good times coming
you get some r and r soon
going to have some fun
and have some drinks
open you up a bit
something you can t even do back home
because you are just a kid
you think you re grown up
but you are just a kid
you have so much more to learn
the idea of getting drunk still brings a smile
something you ll grow out of
there s a local girl too
she s kind of sweet on you
maybe
mom would not like it
she would not approve
your mood dips
then there is an explosion
like the sun just spit at you
you are on the ground
the blast is ringing in your ear
you re arm doesn t hurt
but it s not really there
your heart sinks in your chest
your chest heaves for air
you hear rifle fire
slightly dulled by the ringing
but coming closer
you start to crawl away
you just want to get away
anywhere
please make it stop
please take me away
make it go away
you re fighting for your life now
suddenly you re flipped over
there is a rifle in your face
and a face you ve never seen before
two dark points of anger
then it s gone
your interests are gone
your future gone
and you were just a kid
yah you didn t look like it
but you were just a kid
you had so much more to see
you were good
I owe you answers
I am sorry
now some people are thinking
something s not quite right
you re a hero
but something s not quite right
you didn t really want this
you just wanted structure
you wanted to feel alive
this is not good
don t ignore this
it isn t necessary
we all have to know
it isn t necessary
there is a better way

]]> Poetry Benjamin Rouse 2005-06-30T21:56:07+00:00 answer http://www.politiking.com/articles/2005/06/answer.html time and diplomacy
the answer
to the war on humanity

it s time and space
to have rhythm and grace
and understanding pace
avoid the bountiless chase
retributions case
is sexy black lace
lusting for disgrace
because it lacks the understanding
of a human face
without an animal s taste
without an animal s haste
for what do we need
time and space
rhythm and grace
and an understanding face

]]> Poetry Benjamin Rouse 2005-06-30T21:53:51+00:00 commiserate http://www.politiking.com/articles/2005/06/commiserate.html so here we are again and again
war looming and looming
politicians whitewashing death
and people turning their blind eyes
and they are so easily swayed
so quickly and easily betrayed
what can we do
we have to live
we have to work
we have to
so leaders sway our opinions
news is a commercial for interests
interests are a reason for war
war is a commercial for pride
and it is all news
what percent of your car
is paid for in blood
we hear our side
they hear their side
and our differences grow and grow
war looming and looming
missiles fired in far away places
at people with unfamiliar faces
but we ve seen them on the news
hating us
and we hate them
at least enough to turn a blind eye to death
that occurs in a far away place
to an unfamiliar face
our judge has passed the verdict in this case
let it go
you have to let it go
you will have to let it go
because you ll want to eat your hand
if you care
your hand that rests while others kill
and apparently with and for your will
so eat your hand
because what can you do
you have to live
you have to work
you have to
so the hate becomes hatred
every bomb scattering it further and closer
war looming and loomed and looming
our ghettos are places to pick soldiers for grooming
killers with lots of experience
video game trained
seen it on tv
seen it on the corner
it s familiar
but not the face
you won t even see the face
just a blip on a screen
and then a scattering of pixels
and the surge of joy
for a job well done
people well killed
but we all die right
justify what you ve done
or don t even think about it
for you are no longer human
you are a machine
you do less thinking and less thinking
less feeling and less feeling
because war is loomed and looming
sewn and sown
and our skin is so thick
it s all we are
just a shell of thick thick skin
we re barely breathing
surrounded by so called original sin
should I just go to the mountains
build a cabin
and live
and work
because I have to
live out my days with mother nature
for her beauty is unsurpassed
with her lakes of mirrored glass
her mountains reaching toward the sky
enduring the rain with grace
enduring the snow on their face
please mother nature take back this place
for we humans are a disgrace
I would rather be eaten by wolves
than by capitalists wielding star bucks coffee cups
I d rather walk into the dirt
than accept their world and lose my self
my self that knows it s wrong
for one to live so well
while another
gasps a few breathes and passes away unknown
perhaps that being was the one with the answers
we will never know
we have to live
we have to work
we have to
war looming and looming
doomed to be doomed
politicians are fine tuning
you
well
what are you doing

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