Improvijazzation Nation - Issue # 59

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Welcome Jason & Vanya:

Sea To The Shining Sea

On Earth Wind and Fire
entire mankind depends
substance color a love
brings it all together
Shiploads our hellfire
to rain US destruction
we defy earth and wind
flow blood of CocaCola
Our life has new staff
strike a bottled water
dead bring back a life
we create our own Gods
silk or milk of mother

Novus Ordo Seclorum

The New Sacred Order, as Masons had it printed on the US dollar, is here to establish the hegemony of thought.
The all seeing eye of the Illuminati, big brother red eye CocaCola, comes to establish surveillance of the world.

© Copyright Frank Anthony
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Their Golden Conundrum

Can you turn around go
back to sleep when the
golden pen opportunity
is placed in your hand
While people all watch
you take the pen apart
and they understand it
down to my last detail
To here is final catch
so now it will be open
and one problem remain
go back together again
Who shall get the pain

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Welcome Luciana:

Everything All Set Now

These are things never
needed until your last
days a skull and cross
bones black walnut too
for casket floor board
polish white and black
mother ornamental rugs
reminder in this dream
And six in the morning
antique cistern bodies
the cold dead children
there sealed in cement
Everything was all set

This deeply lucid dream was one of the most difficult, although singular and so clearly defined, I have ever seen.
From dream nowhere, the black walnut boards of the casket floor, the polished white scull and rugs appeared.
These simple things, nothing at first, take on special meaning in the light of everything going on today.

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Welcome Jason & Vanya:

Dreams Shall Come True
    In Memoriam

Not one thinks anymore
thinking is hermetical
like people did before
it is more theoretical
Say this house haunted
something in the attic
of noises I am taunted
to think it is a trick
Like the leaning stone
in Olde South Cemetery
which stands all alone
draws a gaze regularly
from those who believe
lover makes her grieve

Toys In The Attic

You live, in a 200 year old house, with spirits in the attic who are in consort with others in the graveyard across Main Street.
Your world of dreams, without which we would all be dead, depends on the wonderful living memories you have in your unconscious for recall.

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Welcome Julie, Laurie and Annonymous

Sequel of Hate or Love

When we come back home
from my computer dream
land polyurethane foam
I decide where we beam
A difference on or run
a time frame of a past
circumstance when done
consider they are vast
To be an uncle or aunt
who made an impression
made one become extant
or alive with me again
All things being equal
hate and love a sequel

This lucid dream of being with my Uncle Leo again, an obese man whose obesity I despised, put fat people in another perspective for me.
His obvious interest, in my well being as a person, transcended my early, false impressions of how I thought of him when I was young.

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Call Them Conscription

Who are the reservists
in practically country
after country or lists
sucked into a military
We train them on games
killing become a sport
the kill without blame
All numbers and report
cards tell who is best
slaving for the empire
or who is only a guest
cannon fodder kid fire
Beyond American Legion
get them with religion

All over the world, militarists who manufacture the arms, have in place cannon fodder for killing fields.
Cradle to the grave, either we fit into a Procrustean bed, or someone can prescribe a pill for our head.

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Welcome Ken...from Frank Anthony:

How Israel Rules World

Only one hundred years
ago was a turn century
I called fin de siecle
end of a hundred years
America was my country
should measure in wars
When natives were free
smoke signals the news
Came wires and this AP
tells US who we choose
Now come Globalization
Rothschild Rockefeller
the media corporations
US Israel smoke signal

When the Crusades returned to England, the turn of the 1st to 2nd millennium, Britain built her navy of world plunder.
Now the US of Israel Empire enters the 3rd millennium, to create a New World Hegemony Empire of the mind.

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The Neo Nazi Blue Line
Dubya Hitler In Charge

What was heaven to you
God ask Hitler one day
When what we hated Jew
was baked and put away
They said made it true
then went back to play
policeman to the world
free of Jewish anarchy
But our Bluish America
seeking new anarchists
prods all US political
labels Arabs terrorist
Where old Nazi is dead
new Nazi raises a head

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Of Golf Wine and Roses

If markets are falling
it is the certain sign
that the end is coming
for their grand design
The empire shrouded in
the Iluminatti secrecy
was traded for the sin
of the Bush Plutocracy
Abraham calls it greed
as he looks at US play
and watches US succeed
this throwing God away
We this Roman Coliseum
We sell death per diem

Passion For Death

  In my unconscious I was able to observe life in a contemporary cave where the end approaches as the last flame dies and is gone.
  Slaves to our Brave New World of old speak, chained to election 2004,invent the continuous games of death,losing the chance to relent.
  
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Welcome Anita...your first poem:

Our America Stands For

Mein Great Grandfather
was this Head Huntsman
FranzJoseph of Austria
and it was their world
Brought son to America
made his own law there
conquered a wilderness
became the millionaire
love money a soul less
My father the same way
family grew up to push
send the old Gods away
Witness US family Bush

My unconscious revealed a life where the closed circuit of internal discipline, lost its will to live, became a wild card without the will to live.
Without disciplined faith, there is no will to keep the system alive, like lemmings we all march recurrently into the ocean to a chosen death.

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