Author Archives: bill gannett

On this day, the New Life began to never end

Posted on October 16, 2011 by bill gannett

On this day, the New Life began to never end: The God-Man lives this Life with His companions. But not as God- only as Man and elder brother Does he walk and beg incognito as the Friend. “No Sheikh, no … Continue reading →

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When the righteous assassinate, it is fair play

Posted on October 13, 2011 by bill gannett

When the righteous assassinate, it is fair play- But when the enemy kills, it is God’s dismay. When vast lands are invaded for “freedom’s” sake, Innocents are killed and maimed every day. We have no god greater than our own … Continue reading →

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The filthy rich drop to their knees

Posted on October 12, 2011 by bill gannett

The filthy rich drop to their knees And scrub and bleach the dirty fact: Their lucre ignores the tired pleas Of the bent worker’s aching back.

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The time was Abraham, and the Tower of Babel

Posted on October 9, 2011 by bill gannett

[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/29039082″] The time was Abraham, and the Tower of Babel Was built to honor the cries of every idol. Nimrod had fattened the many gods whose hunger Was a frightful clamoring, and drunken rabble. The State was all-mighty, and … Continue reading →

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We shout as cracks widen under our feet

Posted on September 21, 2011 by bill gannett

[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/29150491″] We shout as cracks widen under our feet, Shards of glass fly along the broken street. All the many promises we promised to keep, Pile into one another in a bloody heap. Eyes wide shut stare at the … Continue reading →

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Look, Rick Perry can fix it:

Posted on September 17, 2011 by bill gannett

Look, Rick Perry can fix it: He’s a master of bullshit. Texan swagger blesses heaven, Even if God looks craven.

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Ten Questions for The Chairman and Trustees of The AMBPPCT Concerning The Memorial Spike

Posted on September 15, 2011 by bill gannett

1. How did Baba’s desire for a Memorial Tower mutate into the concept of a Memorial Spike? 2. Did the Chairman and Trustees participate in the design and selection process? 3. Was there a selection process? (How many entries were … Continue reading →

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The full moon rises and the sun sinks

Posted on September 13, 2011 by bill gannett

The full moon rises and the sun sinks. Now the time for perfect doublethink, But for the myriad sharp eyes that Snicker, and shamelessly wink and wink.

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Emerson walks and talks just fine

Posted on September 12, 2011 by bill gannett

Emerson walks and talks just fine: He reads the Vedas for breakfast, And invites new Brahmins to dine. The vigor of his table outlasts.

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What price the lie that cuddles pride?

Posted on September 11, 2011 by bill gannett

What price the lie that cuddles pride? We cannot hide a frightful stare. The mirror cracks and shards slide Over hands too red to compare.

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