Thursday, December 23, 2010

Idaho Burning Woman Auguries

Idaho Burning Woman Auguries
For every light, which flicketh on,
another salmon cease to spawn,
The hunter without spiritual prayer,
teaches his young to despair
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Fisherman never giving thanks;
discards plastic on river banks,
Each piece dropped by river oak,
a rainbow does fade and choke
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One who has stopped reading books,
is out poaching royal Chinooks,
He who harms creatures with no need,
shall nevr know love of woman indeed,
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She who hurts a little sage hen,
shall not become true love of man,
An animal knows when you fear it,
and can read the good your spirit
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Humans not built separate from nature,
but tangled now with Techno-future,
Can we learn living side by side,
with shady spots and complicated pride?
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One could read tracks to a day,
until ego began to shade his way,
Her stickers urged “Visualize World Peace!”
yet friendship with her neighbor ceased
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Save the lion, wolf and bear,
but what about the kids you care?
High schools parking lot’s a mess,
projecting acts of generation next
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Each delay of children’s center,
a young lad loses a valuable mentor,
Drinking and speeding up and down,
such hobbies paint your face a clown,
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Son’s military service brings law and order,
Wild man discovers new psychic borders,
Every hungry truck engine left while idling,
A Persian Gulf soldier drowns in oil fighting,
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A day spent within forced mechanical shields,
Distances one’s touch from beauties fields,
Every radioactive bomb a dud,
Gain we anew one field of spud
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Each spilled barrel of in-toxic-crated waste,
A song filled meadow churns slow to paste,
Following a daily ritual too close,
hollows mans spirit into a ghost
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Too much time on highway lately?
Pirsig’s advice: think laterally,
The crooked road you’ll find much more,
the cup of time fulfilled will pour
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With Faster, Hurry! Go! Go! Go!
You might just zip, right past the show,
Airport paves a runway long,
cooks gridlock in a country song,
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Each tailgate to a bumper,
forces a body to become a jumper
Too much fame, too much luck,
into Private Idaho you duck,
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Inner city pressure forced you here,
wolverine medicine revealed over beer,
Hamp man dressed down, furtively glancing;
try soft deceit for excellent dancing,
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Social help not here with this wealth,
we’re forty-ninth in mental health,
Each resort by glamour lighted,
another criminal is invited
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With synthetic chemicals excessive high,
dark questionable characters draw a nigh,
A pot of gold will drive some crazy;
our moral lines become quite hazy
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My last letter to Dad & mother,
“Valley’s brimmed with small potatoes smashing one another,”
Each new shelter built on field,
mountain lion blazes new trail to yield,
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Tree roots cut with sewage hookup,
Great horned’s cloak above is shook up,
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A truth that’s told with ill intent,
beats any lie you can invent,
Should I do a good job replacing this grate?
Hey, it’s a low liability State
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Friendly waves gone unacknowledged;
snared upon wrong books in college?
Shiny idea gems from mind were taken,
with Indian lands life forsaken
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No return to lake and ocean,
bringeth gesture without motion,
Fearless leader guides a human race, 
now seek thee quick their aged face
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Think ye mental storm difficult handle? 
find two honest men with said stick candle,
Purify yourself deep in Gaia forest;
Help marriage with Earth come undivorced…

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