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The height of
Meditation is perpetual orgasm. When the world falls away and all is blissful
and calm.
Our Reasons are our Excuses.
Learn
only from Experience. Trust no one else. Know stillness, don't think
about it.
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| Rich Grimm's Auto-Biography I am patriot/poet who loves
Liberty. I am living currently on the east coast, but enjoy traveling to the Midwest on
occasion. I see the internet and sites like LibCo as the means to
'shout from the rooftops' Liberty's call.
Below is the poetry of R. Grimm |
Battle Field America III
by
R. Grimm
With
an air of maliciousness, the once respected protector becomes a ravaging ruffian.
Armed
with a tyrants authority and drunk with lawlessness- they attack us from within.
Wantonly
violating our sacred trust while destroying the laws they are sworn to defend,
They
ignore the rules and try to enforce compliance upon the people who will not bend.
Trampling
not only respect, trust and order but also a nation's vulnerable hope for peace,
Corroding
a once great country's foundation until even the faith we have shall itself cease.
As
diabolical plans for the enslavement of the world are carried out with cool calculation,
Those
legally able but ethically incapable of truth and trust murder by forced frustration.
Impervious
to restraint and untouchable and above the law- they freely loot and pillage,
Slaying
the unpopular and the defenseless while leaving our nation like a desolate village. |
Unnamed
by
R. GrimmDrowning amidst the legions that feed my frustrations,
I place the
offering upon the altar…
Sacrificing
the last of my sanity, I feel a surrealistic forgiveness flood through my lonesome soul,
As a
spirit not entirely holy dwells within, driving me onward in the quest of truth and peace.
Rage
against the masters of mindlessness fuels the furor and fervor of righteous indignation,
Fighting
to free brothers and sisters who are enslaved within a prison devoid of light and hope…
The
chains we share drag us down together to the depths of despondency even as they unite us,
We
as one confront the enemies of freedom, or we shall tear each other apart in our
struggles.
With
many indistinct voices we can cry or with one mighty roar we can issue the challenge,
To
all who would infringe and steal our trust while shaking our hands and kissing our
children.
>From
the superficial speakers of lies to the flagrant abusers of authority, accountability must
return,
Until we
are again a nation under God, with brotherhood as our banner and honor as our guide. |
Unnamed
by
R. GrimmAs if frozen in a nightmare, I hear the sounds of marching boots, crashing
doors and dying dreams,
Gone forever is the laughter of children- only to be
replaced by the sounds of gunfire and screams.
Truth is subverted by the constant insidious
lies published as unquestionable oracles of edification,
While we are fed by spin doctors and puppet
masters who excel at creating chaos and dissemination.
Black and white, wrong
and right are denied until we see only a blur of ever-changing colorlessness,
One by one our freedoms are ransomed away
like so much tribute to the instigators of hopelessness. |
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Stop seeking constant
gratification.
Philosophy
is a laborious ordeal.
Don't
believe everything you think.
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