Maria only plays sad songs…

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Maria only plays sad songs on her tear-stained guitar

Jose wants to marry her, cross the border, buy a new car

Padre Miguel says it’s okay but remember to always pray

The young lovers were sent back to Mexico by the Border Patrol today

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Two hundred people were injured at the Olympics by a mad man

his pipe bomb exploded in the crowd well-to-do & grand

sudden sorrow via the news on TV gushed all over the land

the poor & the rich always murder each other, don’t you understand?

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As long as one man on Earth is hording his pile of gold

others will crave it & for it their souls will be sold

far as I can see the solution is a faint gleam in a star

  Maria only plays sad songs on her tear-stained guitar…

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from an out-of-print book

A Love Song To The American Lizard

by Rawclyde!

(Copyright Clyde Collins 1999)

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Progressive America Rising

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Bully

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Randolf the bully sauntered into the workers’ lunch room

his killer eyes would lock on yours ’til you cried out for doom

he made cutting jokes & caressed every buddy with fear

except for Elmer Gantry Jr., the fearless, our hero this year

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Ran made out like Elm was crazy as a loon

couldn’t work or think, was dead as the moon

Elmer pulled from his pocket the makings for a cigarette

this time rolled a perfect one, lit it, and with a little regret

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Said, “Randy boy, you obviously have no mind

there’s no intelligence in you that I can find

it’s too bad you have a mouth that doesn’t quit”

and smoke engulfed Ran’s face from Elm’s cigarette

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Randy laughed it off, said he was only joking

Elmer laughed too & all the workers began croaking

like bull-frogs around a placid pond in a land of yore

& they all sauntered out the workers’ lunch room door…

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from an out-of-print book

A Love Song To The American Lizard

by Rawclyde!

(Copyright Clyde Collins 1999)

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The People’s View

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Colors moving grand & free…

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Meanwhile the desert like a mother soothes me from afar

plays me shy gentle tunes like Maria but on a thorny guitar

songs of the wind that rhymes with the blood that flows thru my brain

I can hear the wind & the blood in her sweet sweet soothing refrain

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Ravens who squawk hello & buzzards who don’t

jack rabbits who flee & a thousand creatures who won’t

show themselves at all as they watch my every move

I can feel their eyes on me in this tune upon which now I groove

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And there’s distance, just air, thru which for miles I can see

distant craggy hills painted with colors moving grand & free

beneath a relentlessly roving sun that gives no damn about me

yet that bright orb grows my food & cranks out light by which I can see

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Come on, Americans, cut out your hell-bent misery, your greed, your sin

unite your brains with nature & God so that I can love you again

abandon those square houses in which you godlessly live

as for television, shit, a campfire has much truer miracles to give…

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from an out-of-print book

A Love Song To The American Lizard

by Rawclyde!

(Copyright Clyde Collins 1999)

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Baja & Alto Blog for Arizona

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A little mud hut…

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What you need is a little mud hut with some bones above the door

half a canteen of water & nobody there to keep the score

you can hoot & howl & chase lizards across the empty wasteland

you’ll be one with dust & thirst & life will be oh so grand

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And if a bill with your name on it comes floatin’ by

don’t pay it, burn it, & watch the smoke drift across the sky

burn it on the rock you use for an altar next to your door

offer the burning bill up to Jehovah & then, then pray for some more

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You’ll be so happy you won’t care whether or not you’re wearin’ shoes

you’ll be so carefree you’ll just fall down whenever you want & take a snooze

and when you die, just roam around a spirit forever more

to hell with workin’ and bills, now yer headin’ for reality’s distant shore

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Where the angels sing and play hool-a-hoop with moon beams

& saints weave endless gowns for the next wedding of you & your dreams

where God is one big grinning communion host in the sky

and all your cartoon images of Him are thee exact reason why…

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from an out-of-print book

A Love Song To The American Lizard

by Rawclyde!

(Copyright Clyde Collins 1999)

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Leonard Peltier statement on voting…

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Greetings my relatives and supporters of freedom everywhere,

I don’t know how many of you read my statements; but if you are looking for someone who thought about what he was going to say before he said it, I’m your man. People in my situation have a lot of time for thinking, and I try to catch the media as much as I can. Having said that, I would like to take just a minute of your time, maybe two minutes of your time and convey to you my thoughts on voting.

Our people, native people, were not citizens of this government until 1924. And because of our resistance to encroachment and our fight for sovereignty many of our people have a tendency to not vote because they don’t consider this government our government. And in growing up I must admit I was in the same frame of mind, but as I’ve aged and experienced different aspects of life and come across many other philosophies, I’ve realized that in some ways I’ve had kind of a tunnel vision view of the subject of voting. And I now recognize that we sincerely need to vote. Whether we embrace our own level of sovereignty or not or whether you are native American or not. If you are an American you need to vote.

There’s an old saying its better to redirect force than to fight force with force. This government is a force, this is a force throughout the world and with our vote, we can redirect that force. Tecumseh the first native person to advocate a coalition of all the tribes, said in a talk once, as I’ve read, he demonstrated that one arrow could be broken but a bundle could not. That is how it is with voting, one of us doesn’t go very far, but all together as a voting bloc, we make a strong force to redirect this force of this government. And if our arrow becomes one of a bundle of others who are seeking justice and equality in government, then its entirely possible that we can make a difference. And this would make a difference in the world.

Obama, being elected, was in its own way like the tip of an arrow in revolution. It was an effort by a multitude of people recognizing the need for this country to be more humanitarian toward other members of society than it has been. And it was an effort by the people to choose someone who cared about the people and was not just there for political power and monetary gain. I really truly believe this effort that started with Obama’s election could continue. Anyone who understands any level of government would know that this present administration could not totally clean up the mess that was created over a period of time, 8 years to be exact, under the Bush Administration. If you were old enough to remember things started to change when Ronald Reagan was in office and they started to break down labor organizations who kept up with workers’ rights and safety legislation as well as environmental legislation. And that trend has been going up and down ever since and if those powers elect another person of the Bush or Reagan mindset, it will hasten the downfall of this country’s economic situation – which until the Obama administration was in free fall. Its slowly working its way out, but we as a people need to do our part to help with that and we can do it by voting.

I also want to say, that the prison system in America has become an industry. It has become a bureaucracy. And in whatever state you live you need to become involved in changing that. The rate of imprisonment and incarceration of men and women is indescribably tragic. The rate of recidivism is somewhere between 65% and 85%, failure of the prison system, people coming back to prison. If you were needing health care, you would not be going to a facility that has a 65 to 85% failure rate. Any prison system that does not consider rehabilitation as a component is unjustifiable. Also the federal government and the state government needs to set up a system for people who manufacture American products to get an incentive of some sort to do that and put more Americans back to work.

It is a fact that I can’t vote, nor can any of the other 2 million people in prison in America can vote and countless others who have felony convictions. I want to say there a lot of people throughout this country who should not have felony convictions and should not have lost or lost their right to vote. Most of these people come from poor families who would normally vote Democratic. And the powers that be, that control this country, mainly corporations, know this. And I believe with this prison industry, as well with other systems they have in place, it is all part of the control mechanism to subjugate Americans, of all races and colors. The judicial system in America needs a massive overhaul. The constitution is no longer the foundation of this judicial system. It is no longer the plumb line of law. If all of us who care, and want to see change go do this one thing, we can successfully redirect the force of this nation. We must do this or we will succumb to the wealthy corporations that want to use us as poorly paid wage slaves to fund their lavish lifestyles.

Anyway, maybe I’ve held you too long, but think about what I’ve said, and I know theres a lot more information out there than I have. And you with your vote can do a whole lot more than I can in here, or the other 2 million people that are locked up. Exercise your right to vote. Get your family to vote, organize voting drives. Don’t let the corporations control us any longer. Don’t let the prison system remain an industry in America. If you’ve never attended a demonstration or a political rally or any other function that tried to bring light to an injustice you can at least do this one thing, vote. I don’t know how to close out this comment other than to say, “vote, vote, vote.”

And may the Great Spirit bless you with all you need and enough to share and the courage to do whats right and right whats wrong.

Your relative, brother, friend and fellow citizen of the first nations, In the Spirit of Crazy Horse and Tecumseh and all those people who have stood for whats right, Leonard Peltier.

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First People

Three Sonorans

Progressive America Rising

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St. Joan litany for Obama…

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Lord, have mercy on us!

Jesus, have mercy on us!

Lord, have mercy on us!

Jesus Christ, hear us! Jesus Christ, graciously hear us!

Our Heavenly Father, Who art God, have mercy on us!
Jesus, Savior of the world, Who art God, have mercy on us!
Holy Spirit, Who art God, have mercy on us!
Holy Trinity, Who art God, have mercy on us!

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us.
Our Lady of Guadalupe, pray for us.
Saint Michael the Archangel, pray for us.

Saint Joan of Arc, chosen by God at Domremy, pray for us.

Saint Joan of Arc, informed of your mission by Saint Michael & his Angels, pray for us.

Saint Joan of Arc, compliant to the call of God, pray for us.

Saint Joan of Arc, confidant and submissive to your voices, pray for us.

Saint Joan of Arc, model of family life and labor, pray for us.

Saint Joan of Arc, faithfully devoted to Our Lady, pray for us.

Saint Joan of Arc, who delighted in the Holy Eucharist, pray for us.

Saint Joan of Arc, model of generosity in the service to God, pray for us.

Saint Joan of Arc, example of faithfulness to Divine vocation, pray for us.

Saint Joan of Arc, model of union with God in action, pray for us.

Saint Joan of Arc, virgin & soldier, pray for us.

Saint Joan of Arc, model of courage & purity in the field of battle, pray for us.

Saint Joan of Arc, compassionate towards all who suffer, pray for us.

Saint Joan of Arc, the pride of Orleans, pray for us.

Saint Joan of Arc, glory of Reims, pray for us.

Saint Joan of Arc, liberator of your nation, pray for us.

Saint Joan of Arc, abandoned and imprisoned at Compiegne, pray for us.

Saint Joan of Arc, pure and patient in thy prison, pray for us.

Saint Joan of Arc, heroic and valiant before thy judges, pray for us.

Saint Joan of Arc, alone with God at the hour of torment, pray for us.

Saint Joan of Arc, Martyr of Rouen, please pray for us.

Lamb of God, Who takest away the sins of the world, have mercy on us, Lord.
Lamb of God, Who takest away the sins of the world, please hear us, Lord.
Lamb of God, Who takest away the sins of the world, have mercy on us, Lord.

Saint Joan of Arc, please pray for us,
that we may become worthy of the promises of Our Savior Jesus Christ.

Let us pray:

Oh God, Who hast raised up in an admirable manner, the maiden of Domremy, Saint Joan of Arc, for the defense of her faith and her country, by her intercession, we ask Thee that U.S. President Barack Obama may triumph over the assaults of the Mitt Romney campaign and rejoice in 4 more years as President of the United States of America; through Jesus Christ Our Lord.

Amen.

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Based on a litany by Bishop Louis of Saint Dié

Saint Joan of Arc, reincarnated as Joan of Mars, modeled by Anastasia Kaminskaia

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Go ahead n’ visit:

http://saintjoanofarcreincarnatedalmanac.yolasite.com/Cathedral-Mountain.php

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A devotional for Diana…

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My lassie come home lately

long legged whimsical lady

instrumentalist of up river loins

warehouse momma of golden coins

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You lay your hand on my head

pull lightly on my ear

nimbly guide me along

now I trombone your song

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You’re my budding rhyme lady

I’m your happy slave baby

it’s my doomed man destiny

to gulp down your jungle she intensity

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Aye, my devoted eunuch fate

is to open your slippery temple gate

swallow your rolling wave chores

& keep your marathon scores

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I defend your freedom fearlessly

love you more than oh so dearly

hand you in a tin cup my weary soul

the gleam in your eye, my one prize, my one goal

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Your legs tie the knot securely

around my head blind & curly

our kiss thus forever reigns

   and, oh oh, Ishtar locks the chains…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

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Goddess Ishtar’s Pillar of Salt

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Soundtrack to A Ghost Town Called Love:

http://songza.com/listen/clumsy-calf-roping-cloydlovesthe

Oops!  Where’d the ghost town go???

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