Rainbow information reiteration

Reiteration of a point of information,
Rainbow lyrical, of earthly miracles
Earthbound debauchery, soaking in misery
Introspection of the reiteration of the dedication to rainbow information.

[Rainbow Information] : Information that isn't seen enough, sometimes it comes with a storm, but it is a brief moment when the clouds part and a way to understand why we have storms in the first place.

Don't bring a gun to a snow ball fight.

Around 2.30PM on Saturday, December 19, during a historic snowstorm, residents at the intersection of 14th and U Streets NW started throwing snowballs at passing Hummers.

One of the cars pelted was driven by a plainclothes police officer identified only as Det. Baylor. Baylor got out of his car and brandished his gun at the crowd.

Reason.tv's Dan Hayes was on the scene, capturing the tense c More..confrontation between police and citizens who chanted "Don't bring a gun to a snowball fight!"


Don't bring a gun to a snow ball fight!
You know it's not justice, or a fair fight.
The children grew up and what do you know,
Their all out playing in three feet of snow.

Don't bring a gun to a snow ball fight!
We aren't brain washed we know our rights.
Whats your name we demand to know,
Your badge number is what you've got to show.

Don't bring a gun to a snow ball fight!
The situation gets heated and the crowd grows tight.
You say he's arrested but you don't know?
He didn't throw the snowball so let him go.

Detective Bayler, can the situation ease?
Some one called cops on you, gun toting sleaze!
Snow hit your window I thought hummers were built for war,
Excessive force was used, and now your ready for more.

Don't bring a gun to a snow ball fight!
We will organize and know our rights.
This video is broadcast world wide
I hope that gun pointing makes you feel good inside.

Take arms with our shovels

Every time I see a "lot"
I can't help but have one thought...
Community gardens, feeding the children
Children of society
Raised on chemicals.

Homeless and traveling;
Grounded and aging.
All of the people
With room to work the land.

Tear down the fences!
Lay waste to concrete!
Take arms with our shovels!
Take back our food security!

Share with our neighbors, families and friends,
Make use of old wisdom, and the power that young bodies lend.
So while putting our hands to the earth, we take a stand.
Our food it will grow if we take care of the land.

Ally cat

I didn't get this far without being who I am.
I walk a high fence line, even if I fall now and then.

Because baby I'm an ally cat,
I'm no ones but my own,
The dumpster my gourmet
And the trash can my throne.

You can't win me or buy me
I wouldn't gamble with that
Or seduce me with home comfort
I wouldn't go for that.
Because when the night falls, and you ask me to leave,
I'm already on my way and half down the street.

When your and ally cat
Your no ones but your own
Starry sky your roof
And the open road your home.

You call me in from the rain,
Promise me good things to take away the pain
But I've heard this all before and your promises are all the same.
Because when it comes to you
I'd rather go alone
I'm an ally cat and no ones but my own.

In my bliss

Words fall on alabaster shell.
Impenetrable, unacknowledged
Try to repeat these words, they fall short.

Intrinsic etching fails.
Ingrained conditions defeated,
Not in my dream

You and I, we float elliptical, but not one
Fingers touch, the circuit not connected
Not completed

My bliss exists among 1000 hells.
My bliss exists among 1000 heavens.
I am one in my bliss

I will be impeccable in my word.
I will speak only my own truth,
And for certain it is no other

I will not eat the poison
Served on a silver platter
Nor serve it to you or I.

Bliss in one.
Doubled, shared
Inspiration and impression.

Commutable, mutable, osmosis.
You chose as I do.
In bliss
We resist
Nothing but our best.

Hello old friend

Hello, old friend:
I was searching for that tall dark and handsome
On every street corner.
In the squares, on the street, in the hallowed halls of knowledge
Where were we, where were you?

I saw you dissapper around every corner
And step on every bus
Saw you face in window reflections
And if only I had been one step ahead I would have bumped into you.

I am waiting, I am singing
I am welcoming you home

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Knocking on doors
Wondering if anyone cares
My umbrealla flipping and my mind going with it

The rain mists my face
The clip board chained and anchored to my arm
Slam slam, waves against a ship
A belief system as small as a skiff

No no no, I'm living beyond my means
Besides I don't really care
Don't bother coming back

I care, isn't this an awful state of affairs
I will be there tell me when and where
Here have a glass of water and be off with you