Dec 28, 2010

Walk On

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Go on my son

walk on.

Run deep

into the dark,

seek those


go far.


the rain,


the pain,

ask the


go insane.

Laugh, cry,

breathe, doubt,

seek, believe.

Pledge no


march with

the dead.

No law of


live free


Bask in


feed desire.

Satisfy all



you retire.

Go on

my son,

walk on

without fear,

you're never

gonna die.


hilltops fly,

on a tear,


through sky.

And if your

travels ever

lead you


then go on

my son,

walk on.

Dec 20, 2010

All Things Change

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We're on the verge

of something,

something bigger

than we know.


flows onward,

infinite and whole,

to the place

where all

things change.

Welcome to

the doorway,

what is on

the other side?

It's not for me

or you to say,

because our lives

are like the tide.


and flowing,


and seeking,


on the move.

Our souls are

like cocoons,

waiting to

break free,

to spread our

wings and fly.

We're on

the verge

of something,

greater than

we know,

something that

will rise above,

the ashes

of the old.

Now here's where

all things change.

Time within the

wheel eternity,

nature and mind

in harmony.

This poem was inspired from the Kan'Nal song of the same name, with a little poetic license of my own thrown in.... :)

Dec 6, 2010

Mystical Haiku Poems

Here is a collection of 7 mystical style haiku poems i wrote, hope you enjoy :)

Mystic Hot Springs:
Soaking Up Nature

Earth and body are as one

Ancient Healing Vibes

Let your own light shine

Feel God's love inside your soul

Spread your wings and fly

Mother Earth:
The great alive soul

She warms and nourishes us

We must respect her

Desert Nights:
Dream in the Desert

Under ethereal skies

Feel the magic grow

Wake Up Call:
Please wake up people

Let our voices become one

United we stand

Love At First Sight:
Her blue eyes met mine

Desire overflowing

Kissed by an angel

Find your balance point

The wisdom of the ages

Yin yang harmony

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Dec 2, 2010

Autumn Rebel

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All the brightly

colored Autumn

pictures painted

so gloriously,

with all its drapes

of golden brown,

have now all

faded and gone.

The dead leaves

have all been raked

and carted away,

now the trees stand

stark and bare,

across the far flung

landscape everywhere.

But there is one

rebel tree that stands

out here by us,

that just can't be

bothered by

all that stuff,

of dropping its

leaves in the

hibernation bunk.

It still stands

with somber mien,

and stately trunk,

as though in

solemn prayer,

fully leaved as it

was in Summer.

Only difference now,

its leaves have

all turned brown,

but still defiantly

refusing to leave the

tree and fall down.

This rebel tree

of Autumn,

still wearing its

close fitting garb,

in these December

days of snow

and frost.

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Nov 26, 2010

The Evolution Of Consciousness

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There has been an evolution of consciousness going on for some time, but humanity is indeed facing challenging times. There is absolutely no denying the fact of this. It is all around us. Wars, terrorism, famine, disease, corruption, homelessness, the end of the central banking pyramid scheme currently manifesting itself as the global financial crisis. Climate change, the media tries to teach us is not man-made, despite a wealth of scientific evidence to the contrary, and there are many other things besides. Even in this film it mentions some of the challenges we are facing from the very governments and police forces we have employed to protect us, and who, through the use of a controlled media have slowly worked to convince the people that they are our rulers when they are in fact our servants.

Yet despite all the problems we face, any investigation reveals that all of these issues have a common cause and that this cause can very easily be addressed. All that is needed to do so is public awareness of the real situation humanity is facing. In fact, when one puts away the fear, stands back and looks deep enough, it can be seen that all these challenges actually present mankind with a most wonderful opportunity, perhaps the greatest we have ever had offered to us. Indeed such challenges as those that we currently face may even be seen as something of a blessing for were it not for the challenges the opportunity we now have would never have presented itself to us. And it truly is being handed to us on a silver platter.

What we are being provided with is an opportunity to embrace the power we all have; the choice to step away from the fear and to unite the human family. An opportunity for the human race to understand the connection we have to each other and to embrace a unity of consciousness. Certainly, it is extremely important that we free ourselves from the corporate shackles of this society; it is important that the social and political issues, the fake wars of contrivance, the loss of rights, and the attitude of our corrupt governments and police forces be dealt with, but what is even more important is that they be dealt with in the right way. That way is not through violence and revolution. It is not through a center of anger and hatred. The powers that be want violent revolution, they want the polarized energy such conflagrations produce but this must not be done for the most effective way to deal with it all is through a peaceful rebellion of non compliance to the system and through adherence to the one law. To connect to the heart and to do the right thing.

Nov 20, 2010

The Zeitgeist Movement

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The Zeitgeist Movement (TZM) is a worldwide grassroots organization that serves as the communication and activist arm of The Venus Project, founded by industrial designer and social engineer Jacque Fresco. It describes itself as a "sustainability advocacy organization" and is focused on raising awareness for a global social change, by transitioning society from a Monetary-Based Economy to a new, sustainable social design called a "Resource-Based Economy". The Zeitgeist Movement was inspired by the social response to Peter Joseph's films Zeitgeist: The Movie and Zeitgeist: Addendum. However, it was Zeitgeist Addendum which first introduced The Venus Project. The Zeitgeist Movement's website states that a distinction is to be made between the work of The Movement and the issues raised in Peter Joseph's films in that The Movement is not necessarily in advocacy of any views demonstrated in the films and exists on its own.

Concepts advocated by the Zeitgeist Movement:
* The main concept advocated by the Zeitgeist Movement is that all the World's resources should be the common heritage of all the World's people.
* Resource based economy: The Zeitgeist Movement recognizes that money creates established institutions that are forced to protect themselves, which inhibits progress. Therefore, they contend, the fractional reserve system, usury/interest, and credit are all functions of a flawed system that creates debt -- leading to the need for employment for the purpose of paying off debts. A process known as 'cyclical consumption'.
* Automation: The Zeitgeist Movement propose that automation is more productive than human labor and frees mankind from repetitive and tedious tasks.
* Artificial intelligence: The Zeitgeist Movement proposes a concept known as 'Social Cybernation' which involves the allocation of decision-making to machines. Modern societies are highly complex and are currently managed by the bureaucracy, which suffer all kinds of limitations owing to lack of co-ordination, human inefficiency, etc. This form of management and decision-making can be done far more efficiently using cybernetic technology and already many industries manage their resources using cybernetics and Artificial Intelligence. Machines also do not suffer biases and are much better placed to take objective decisions than human beings. Machines would also be needed to store and retrieve information because humans have a limited capacity for memory.
* Technological unification of the globe: The Zeitgeist Movement believes that globally shared technology is required to monitor planetary resources in real time, and theoretically make the most efficient use of them in solving planetary problems.
* Scientific methodology: The Zeitgeist Movement claim that planetary government should be obligated to methodology, rather than being based on opinions. This could possibly cause governing decisions that are arrived at through scientific method, not belief.
* No private property: One of the major stances of the Zeitgeist Movement is their perspective on property. They posit that property is wasteful and unsustainable, and that it should be done away with in favor of a system of universal access. This would be made possible through an abundance of goods and services (with the help of automation/cybernation), leading to an elimination of the need for ownership.
* Sustainable City Systems: The Zeitgeist Movement supports systems theory and a systemic approach for a self-sustaining globe and culture which could be modeled on a smaller scale with a city-size system.

Phases of the movement:
Phase 1: Awareness Phase
As of 20 April 2010 (2010 -04-20)[update] the Zeitgeist Movement was in phase 1, consisting of collecting people, getting the movement's information out, and finding identification with other groups of individuals across all races, religions, and ethnicities. Phase 1 also consists of, but is not limited to, forming; teams to create the infrastructure of the movement site, a communication team, and a development team. Another aspect of phase 1 is forming international chapters which are needed for creating the infrastructure for communication on a global level. The main objective of phase 1 is the need for more members, in order to make the existence of the movement relevant to the external world.

Phase 2: Project Phase
Phase 2 is the team action phase, which the movement is not in yet, where chapter projects are shared with the community. This collective understanding is needed for a synchronized approach for projects such as knowledgeable lecturers. This is also the phase for organized awareness projects which are anticipated to lead to the incubation of offshoot projects such as ending world hunger, disarmament (by choice, not force), and anti-militarism. This phase focuses on expansion of the teams which will lead to expansion of the group and the creation of a functional organization. The aim of phase 2 is the interconnection of these groups with interrelated and interdisciplinary focuses.

Phase 3: Action Phase
Phase 3 is where higher forms of activism will occur such as boycotts, fund raising, city construction, direct lobbying of corporate and political organizations. This is the phase that will focus on dynamic interaction with previous established institutions.


Zeitgiest: The Movie Website

Zeitgeist: The Movie - 2007 by Peter Joseph. (with 2010 update)

Zeitgeist: Addendum - 2008 by Peter Joseph

This is the Official Online (Youtube) Release of "Zeitgeist: Moving Forward" by Peter Joseph. [30 subtitles ADDED!]

On Jan. 15th, 2011, "Zeitgeist: Moving Forward" was released theatrically to sold out crowds in 60 countries; 31 languages; 295 cities and 341 Venues. It has been noted as the largest non-profit independent film release in history.

This is a non-commercial work and is available online for free viewing and no restrictions apply to uploading/download/posting/linking - as long as no money is exchanged.

Nov 18, 2010

Rebel November

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November is like

a rebel spirit,

with no rhyme

nor reason in it.

She proudly wears

the mask of

any month,

deliberately toying

with the seasons.

She tosses Winter

around a bit,

as though

she really

meant to

get tough.

Suddenly the sun

bores through

the clouds,

daringly ready

to call her bluff.

November then

ushers in a day

of Summer,

warm winds

and hot sun,

it really is

a wonder.

All at once

the winds

come howling in,

bringing rain

and hail,

stripping leaves

from the trees,

showing her might

and strength.

She then settles

down a bit,

playing with

a beautiful

Autumn day.

But November,

being the

rebel spirit,

brings in

freezing weather,

showing us

her tantrums

are not

quite over,

showing us

Winter is

knocking on

our door.

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Nov 10, 2010

Bless The Veterans

Another Veteran's Day

is upon us, so we

need to remember

the call to serve

is answered by

the courageous,

who sacrifice everything,

to go off and fight

in foreign lands.

Their lives are

changed suddenly,

from the fear and

horrors they face.

The physical

wounds they endure,

soon heal, but

their tortured souls

 forever endure

the memories

and sorrows of

their dreadful war.

Of course there

are differing opinions

as to why the

government leads

people into battle.

Regardless of

all that, our vets

deserve our undying

gratitude and support,

for all they have

been put through.

So many veterans

return home with

emotional wounds

so deep, they

have difficulty

dealing with their

"normal lives back

in the world."

So a lot of

them wander the

lonely streets,

confused, broken

and shattered,

mourning the

ones who died,

and wondering

why they didn't.

Their wars back

home are usually

harder than the

wars they left behind,

due to lack of

  understanding from the

people around them.

Instead of turning

the other cheek,

embrace these

tortured vets,

showing compassion

and  gratitude

for their service.

They will carry the

scars of war deep

in their souls until

the day they die.

With a lot of help,

love and understanding,

it will show these vets,

their battles were not

fought for nothing.

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Nov 5, 2010


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On a beautiful

sunny day

with a few high

clouds, birdsongs,

the buzzing

of fat bees,

came the apocalyptic

sound of a concentrated

sonic concussion.

The skies cracked 

with blistering anger,

the ground rumbled

in crumbling pain.

A mushroom

cloud has come.

Radiation waves

will kill the living,

upon which

stealing fires ride,

lighting up the

devil's night,

reducing to ashes

the coming of

a new day.

Kingdom rise

as kingdom fall,

night will set with this

tumultuous new rule,

good men

treated as mules,

mothers and daughters

subjected to the cruel.

Many will fail to last

this hell on earth,

this final battle

led by war.

No time to 

fear the past,

just know God's

loving hand will

plant new seeds again.

The sun will find

its way back,

the burnt earth will

be painted gold.

The court of justice

will open in session,

sentencing eternal


Men's hearts returned

to their chests.

The land is now

ready to recover,

guided by God's

loving plan.

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Oct 29, 2010


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Balance is the

key to life,

it's a dance

that we all do.

We strive to find

that balance point,

while seeking

out the truth.

Having too much

of anything

throws our

lives off kilter.

Good and evil

love and pain,

like walking

on a wire.

Love and family

work and play,

juggling them

all at once.

The balancing act

of yin and yang,

searching for

some answers.

Sometimes we

just need to

take a break,

get out and

enjoy nature.

Remembering we

are part of

Mother Earth,

the wisdom

of the ages.

The answers

we are seeking

are whispered

in the wind.

Just listen with

an open heart,

and feel the

peace within.

When your soul

and nature

are as one,

the balance

has begun.

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Oct 21, 2010

A Broken Dream

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Your soul drips

from the pen,

to the poem that

you are writing.

Musing about a

broken dream,

all because you

let an angel

clip your wings.

You can still

see her eyes,

lit by the fire,

from the torch

that you are burning.

Many years

brought many tears,

and many more will

soon be arriving.

Gone are the days

when love poured

like the rain.

Now there stands

a man that is only

drenched in pain.

Time to come

back to reality,

broken one,

for your war

now it is over.

Lay down your

broken heart,

not another  bad

word spoken.

Come tell of all

you've been through,

and ease the

soul you're no

longer killing.

Rest your weary heart,

the last teardrop

must be shed.

Time won't hurry back,

time won't stall.

Time to forget the past,

brush the cobwebs

from your wall.

For you survived

to write a poem,

about a broken dream,

all because you

let an angel,

 clip your wings

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Oct 15, 2010

The Dance

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Talking about the ways

of an ever restless spirit.

Dancing with inspiration

is the only way that will tame it.

It starts at the source,

a course that comes from within.

 Words falling from the heart,

to the valley of the pen.

It pours to the people,

the ones that want to hear.

Come dance with the poet,

 for the time is coming near.

 It's a lyrical explosion,

passing on its seeds,

to all nationalities,

colors, and creeds.

Now it comes easy,

just a matter of releasing.

Taking a jump from

the ship of dignity,

 into the sea of eternity.

It's a dance that we do,

 to the movement of the stars.

Traveling miles without

 the use of cars.

Yet, can we dance

 to the flames of a fire,

 oh, can our voices

rise higher and higher?

Out of time, out of mind,

 only in the now,

don't bother asking why,

because we're going

to show you how.

What i'm talking about

is not some luxury vacation,

just a lesson in the

one and only, positive vibration.

Together we journey

through a higher space,

subsequently sending

peace to our race.

The magic of dancing,

shining in the night,

right before our eyes,

and then flashing out of sight.

What's that you say,

can you explain it a little more?

Well, life is the game,

and the journey is the board.

Breath is our peace,

and the lion is our roar.

It's the absence of judgment,

but not the lack of choice,

talking about another way

to utilize our voice.

The power of the people,

the ones that speak as one,

the movement of the masses,

are going to out power any gun.

Love is our sword,

and we strike it all around,

to anybody open to this

higher vibrational ground.

We move as a tribe,

as we dance in the field,

singing hallelujah to

that ever sacred seal,

that binds us together

to make a solid chain.

You and me, him and her,

we're all just the same.

Oct 6, 2010

Indian Summer

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Indian Summer is

such a grand time.

These are the days when

vacationers come back,

a very few lucky

ones start out anew.

Even a bird or

two lingers on,

to take a backward

look at what

they've done with Summer.

I wonder how

many folks stop

to remember the grand

vows we made

in the Spring.

Of all the industrious

things we planned to do,

and all the place

we planned to go.

But when the heat

of Summer came,

we yawned, stretched

and just relaxed,

to wait until

the heat ended,

dreaming of the many

things we'd do in the

glorious Indian Summer.

But now that it's here,

we have new fears,

wondering what we are

going to do this Winter.

Indian Summer is

filled with blissful days,

even the skies put

on their old robes,

and dance to

the old refrain,

trying to make believe

it's June again.

All the glorious

scents of Summer,

with the warm, soft rains,

but it's all a fraud

that does not cheat

the birds and bees,

they know the warm

season is almost done.

Indian Summer's plausibility

induces human's frail belief

that Summer still lingers on.

But, the bursting seed pods,

their silent witness bear,

that the chilling frost of

Autumn will soon be here.

Even the restless breezes

do disturb the

first timid leaves,

that dance shyly earthward,

and will soon be

rampant over the land,

giving definite proof that

Winter is close at hand.

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Sep 29, 2010

Full Moon Autumn Night

The beautiful full

moon is shining,

in the glorious

Autumn night.

In the chilly coolness

of the shadows,

the questing

winds are sighing,

across the bosom

of the earth,

playing ethereal music,

as the tree tops

sway in tune.

The rustling leaves

their eerie

dancing start,

in the shining

moonlight of Fall.

You can't help but

feel the magic,

as all the dancing

shadows gyrate,

in the cool,

crisp Autumn air,

while you gaze

with awe

and wonder,

at the full, bright

Autumn moon.

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Sep 21, 2010

We The People

You may live your life
asleep at the wheel,
never to realize the
reasons you may feel,
happy or sad,
normal or bad.
Just a regular person,
working too hard
to make ends meet,
for there you find
sanctuary in your routine.
In this web of life,
we are only a strand,
take away one part
and the web can't stand.
This is a poem
for the government.
This is a poem
for the compassionate.
It's time for the
leaders to hear,
the golden rule
must replace the fear.
What's done to you
is done to me.
The people must lead
for the leaders to see.
You think we
would have learned
from all the wars fought,
countries and bodies burned
at such a fatal cost.
They say that the Lord
works in mysterious ways,
so says the system,
to justify what
it does everyday.
It's a program for sure,
a paradigm at its best.
Looked at from
another  perspective 
begins to disturb their nest.
Over worked
and down trodden,
the one standing in the rain.
Was his life chosen,
or merely an act in vain?
Do we ignore like a store
on a fancy avenue?
If it pours, it stays its days
on street corner blues.
The saxophone blows
in storm colored hues.
Melodrama of three,
a boy, a man, a ghost.
Everyday, the dawn,
the night, come to boast,
of their friend, the number,
standing on the street corner.
People pass on by,
only to laugh,
thinking he's a crazy stoner.
With eyes that start
to believe the lies,
nothing to do but cry,
for theories of
relativity hold no hope
for this street guy.
Is it irony, or fairytale,
on the streets of Babylon?
Because the sun still rises,
even after the
street guy is gone.
Martin Luther King
walked his peaceful line,
and he sang to his children,
"children, all in due time."
A vision for the future,
an example of how to live.
A candle in this world,
is what he had to give.
I say, listen, listen to
the falling rain.
No worries, if you
missed the message,
because here comes
the message again....

Aug 30, 2010

Old Scenes Of Yesterday

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Old scenes of yesterday,

what nostalgic memories

they evoke,

as i wander along

a tree lined path,

and stand, at last,

beneath our trusting oak.

I fondly trace the initials,

lovingly carved

into the gnarled,

weather seamed old trunk.

I fondly remember

when you and i

carved them there

with gentle hearts.

I still feel the glorious

love we each held for

one another then,

that throughout all

this time has endured,

like the moss lovingly

clinging to its bark,

like your arms

used to cling to me.

My heart to you throughout

the years has clung,

like a glorious echo,

when you and i were young.

This old tree trunk gives

out such rugged strength,

from the mossy roots,

to the sun kissed crest.

But gently now,

are the arms of wood,

where the birds

so lovingly nest.

Time has left no chart

to mark its days,

the fleeting years have sped.

Our trusting oak's

kingdom is the ages,

staunch and true as

the everlasting mountains,

and the never ending sky.

Each season pays

its special homage,

they give it their all,

but it does not compare

to our ageless,

trusting oak.

It is God's peace

on earth for us to bear.

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Aug 20, 2010

A Summer Dream

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This is a lovely Summer day,

not marked in any special way,

with too much sun or rain.

On days such as this,

our dreams come true.

The sky a deeper,

richer blue,

than yesterday,

as the wind chased

the rain clouds away.

As i sit here and

day dream about you,

i know this is a day

i will never forget,

because you are away.

But, we are both alive

and that is good.

In our separate ways,

we smile at friends,

hoping we in our daily

lives are understood,

by all the ones we

love and cherish.

I fervently hope

our eyes can keep the

same warm friendly glow,

when at last we

are together again,

on such a grand,

and lovely day as today.

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Aug 11, 2010

Digging Up The Devils

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I think that maybe,

there's something underneath,

our abilities to perceive.

I got hazy vision,

living in a smoky mirror,

i sure wish i could see clearer,

through this foggy mind.

Oh, keep digging more,

i'm going to dig up all the

devils in my soul.

I'm going to dig up all

the devils in the world,

and free my soul.

Something tells me,

question what i believe,

question authority,

question just about everything,

that claims to be the

only way to salvation,

only way to reach Heaven,

don't believe the lies they feed.

The poor and hungry,

are running on empty,

the strength in your machine,

is fading away.

Don't think we won't step

aside to watch it fall,

we're going to do our part

to stop your wars,

and take you home.

Oh, keep digging more,

we're going to dig up

all the devils in the world

so we can free our souls.

This poem was inspired from the Kan'Nal song of the same name, with a little poetic license of my own thrown in.... :)

Aug 7, 2010

Family Of Secrets

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The following was taken from the press release of the book: FAMILY OF SECRETS: The Bush Dynasty, America’s Invisible Government, and the Hidden History of the Last Fifty Years....

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“A tour de force…Family of Secrets has made me rethink even those events I witnessed with my own eyes.”
-Dan Rather

“One of the most important books of the past ten years”
-Gore Vidal

“Russ Baker’s work stands out for its fierce independence, fact-based reporting, and concern for what matters most to our democracy…A lot of us look to Russ to tell us what we didn’t know.”
-Bill Moyers, author and host, Bill Moyers Journal (PBS)

How did Bush happen? How did George W. Bush, that most improbable of statesmen, rise to the top? Trying to understand this conundrum launched Russ Baker on what became a five-year investigative odyssey. Given the enormous amount of scrutiny the Bush family had faced, it was hard to believe that anything new might be learned. Yet Baker’s findings took him to deeper and deeper levels of revelation, and he came to see that the Bushes had come and gone without our ever learning their true story. It also gradually dawned on him that the unlikely and controversial presidency of “Bush43″ (or “W.”) could only be understood in the context of larger forces that had up to now evaded sustained scrutiny. These forces, Baker saw, are bigger than W., bigger than the Bush dynasty, and so institutionally powerful that they can, to varying degrees, shape one administration after another, Republican and Democratic alike.

Baker began the investigation leading to FAMILY OF SECRETS with a narrow forensic approach. He studied the carefully constructed public persona of George W. Bush. Almost every popular belief about the man turned out to be based on carefully contrived falsehoods. One of the people orchestrating all this was, no surprise, Karl Rove. But an even bigger factor behind the systematic deception, Baker found, was none other than W’s father George H.W. Bush (”Bush41″ or “Poppy.”) He appeared to be both protecting his son’s political future and hiding something larger and more troubling. This bond of secrecy contradicted the popular impression of a generational struggle between the Georges. The discovery led Baker to the insight that the duo were actually far closer personally than the public had been led to believe- cooperators and confidantes, comrades in arms, really, in some kind of cause that was yet to fully emerge.

Shifting his attention to the elder Bush, Baker found that here, too, reinvention was the very essence of the man. Painstakingly studying the particulars of Poppy Bush’s life, Baker began to grasp that the public portrayal of George H.W. Bush as a bland, patrician, genial bumbler was essentially a clever cover-up. But what was it hiding? From conflicting accounts of Bush41s wartime service to the outsized global reach of Bush’s tiny start-up offshore drilling company, Baker began connecting the dots. Step by step, his research led him to an astonishing truth: that Bush41’s career in oil, politics and diplomacy had provided cover for a secret life-as a clandestine intelligence operative involved with highly sensitive operations, many of them domestic.

The only thing the public knew about Bush41 and the spy world, prior to publication of FAMILY OF SECRETS, was that he spent a single year as CIA director. Appointed by President Ford in 1975 at a time of intense congressional inquiries into CIA abuses, Bush was, according to government and media, a fresh face and outsider who as a former congressman could fend off congressional attempts at oversight.

It is significant, however, that during the same period Congress was also on the verge of reopening inquiries into the death of John F. Kennedy. Baker notes this factor as he begins to tote up curious inconsistencies and anomalies in the elder Bush’s accounts of his activities at the time of Kennedy’s death. Baker presents three faces of George H. W. Bush: the one who cannot remember where he was on November 22, 1963; the one identified (in a declassified FBI memo about the assassination) as a CIA officer working with Cuban exiles; and the one who, identifying himself as an ordinary citizen, calls in a tip on a potential assassin.

“At 1:45 pm on November 22,” Baker reports, Bush Sr. “called the FBI to identify James Parrott as a possible suspect in the president’s murder, and to mention that he, George H.W. Bush, happened to be in Tyler, Texas.” That is, not in Dallas (at least not at that precise moment). While Poppy was making the call fingering Mr. Parrott, Baker writes, Poppy’s own assistant was visiting the suspect at home-thus enabling the Bush aide to provide Parrott with an alibi. This evidentiary daisy-chain begs what follows: an exhaustive examination of Bush’s own furtive activities and his whereabouts that day-and his close ties to a large gallery of intelligence operatives who played a role in the events unfolding in Dallas. Among the subjects of interest: Allen Dulles, a former business associate and close friend of Poppy’s father, the former banker, Senator Prescott Bush. Dulles had been forced out of his post as CIA director by John F. Kennedy-who spent his three years in office virtually at war with the uncontrollable spy agency. Another important figure was Bush’s old friend George de Mohrenschildt, a mentor to Lee Harvey Oswald in the months before the shooting. More than a decade later, after Bush had become CIA director, De Mohrenschildt wrote him a panicked note mentioning Oswald; six months later, De Mohrenschildt was dead from what was described by local police as a self-inflicted shotgun blast.

Baker contextualizes these troubling events by establishing the extent to which Kennedy had alienated the powerful-from the CIA to the FBI leadership, from the mafia to the oil industry, from the Pentagon to major corporate figures. He also demonstrates the crucial role the Bush dynasty, through five generations, played in loyally advancing the agendas of many of these same interests.

The more people Baker interviewed, the more documents he obtained, the more he delved into diverse and often obscure treatises, the more he could see the outlines of an American history that had not been fully told before-a story of behind-the-scenes battles for control of this country’s policies, with incredibly high stakes.

In FAMILY OF SECRETS we learn that it was a business partner and secret-society confrere of Prescott Bush who drew up the blueprint for a new Central Intelligence Agency for President Truman; in retirement, Truman would assert that he had been tricked-and never intended to authorize the CIA’s covert action component. We grasp what the former soldier, Dwight Eisenhower, meant when, leaving the presidency, he warned us of a “military-industrial complex.”

We learn about parallels between Kennedy and Richard Nixon, and how Nixon was battling some of the same interests as Kennedy had at the time of his own downfall (and we get a whole new explanation of Watergate.) We see Nixon’s replacement, Gerald Ford, forced to the right by staffers named Rumsfeld and Cheney, and compelled to appoint Poppy Bush to the CIA directorship.

We come to understand better why so many problems befell an idealistic and naïve Jimmy Carter after he took on the cowboy element in the CIA’s unsupervised covert operations wing. We get an inkling of why Ronald Reagan, notwithstanding his dislike for his primary challenger George H. W. Bush, was compelled to take him on as his vice president. We come to see why Lyndon Johnson, Bill Clinton and Barack Obama were disinclined or unable to seriously challenge the military-industrial-banking complex or the vast and unaccountable spy establishment.

We discover new context regarding the true nature of the relationship between Saudi Arabia’s royal family, the enrichment of the Bushes’ Texas social circle, and our addiction to oil. We are presented with persuasive new facts about the role of foreign dictators and murky international money men in shaping the upward trajectories of our politicians-and the downfall of those who cross these shadowy powerbrokers.

By the time Baker turns to the rise of the George W. Bush, we realize the extent to which we have been duped. We see the supposedly incompetent ne’er-do-well being trained in secret operations and involved in curious international business ventures that he avoided discussing. We also see the hand of the father and his intelligence operative cohorts in erasing all records of W’s misdoings, while a sophisticated disinformation team builds him a résumé befitting a future president. Baker documents how W’s long track record as a womanizer and party animal was laundered via a politically calculated born-again Christian conversion that none dared question. And digging deep into Bush Jr.’s still-murky National Guard service record, Baker provides the most definitive account ever of the events behind Bush’s premature departure from his flying unit and a decades-long cover-up that ensued.

Baker unearths astonishing nuggets even about the most purportedly well-covered events. For example, we learn something new about the motivations behind the US invasion of Iraq, from Texas journalist Mickey Herskowitz, who had worked with Bush on a pre-presidential book. “He was thinking about invading Iraq [back] in 1999,” Herskowitz told Baker. “He said to me, ‘One of the keys to being seen as a great leader is to be seen as a commander in chief… If I have a chance to invade…I’m not going to waste it.”

And finally, we come to grasp how the excesses of W.’s team of national security hardliners and corporation-friendly bureaucrats represented the ultimate triumph of this long-playing clique-the moment when the façade ever-so-briefly slipped and we could see their unapologetic oligarchic mindset and open contempt for democracy.

FAMILY OF SECRETS is massively documented and heavily annotated, but it reads like a spy thriller. Combining gripping stories, explosive revelations and trenchant analysis, Family of Secrets is much more than a new look at a presidential family. It is a secret history of the elites that have shaped American politics over the last century.

Russ Baker is an award-winning investigative reporter with a track record for making sense of complex and little understood matters. He has written for the New Yorker, Vanity Fair, the Nation, the New York Times, the Washington Post, the Village Voice and Esquire. He has also served as a contributing editor to the Columbia Journalism Review. Baker received a 2005 Deadline Club award for his exclusive reporting on George W. Bush’s military record. He is founder of the nonpartisan, nonprofit investigative news site, More information about FAMILY OF SECRETS is available at

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Aug 5, 2010

Mama's Babies

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Put your flag down,

and put those guns

on the ground.

Go on home now,

boy, we're gonna tear

them borders down.

The colors are fading,

and stained with young blood.

War dogs keep marching,

straight to hell one by one.

With all your children,

oh mama's babies,

for no good reason at all.

So, put your head down,

when the man comes to whore.

Make them politicians,

fight their own damn war.

Oh, and make religion,

carry their own damn cross,

to the crucifixion of the

time they have lost.

It's time to pay

for what we cost.

Not your children,

oh, not mama's babies,

for no good reason at all.

This poem was inspired from the Kan'Nal song of the same name, with a little poetic license of my own thrown in.... :)

Jul 26, 2010

A Secret

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Sometimes when things

go dead wrong,

and i get so discouraged,

i find great wisdom

and much comfort

thinking of a secret

i learned many years ago.

One simply can't

have everything.

In this old world

of sorrow and strife,

regardless of how

hard we work,

we simply can't have

every pleasure

without a little pain.

We can't have all sunshine

without a little rain.

So, just be happy

day by day,

and be content with

what we do have.

Smile, sing and laugh,

because all our fears

aren't half as bad

as they might have been,

if we hadn't learned

the little secret,

one simply can't

have everything.

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Jul 19, 2010

Too Much Stress!

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I dearly loved the good old days,

with peaceful, sane simplicity.

I am greatly disturbed

by this present life,

of hurry, scurry, stress

and eternal strife.

With this age of technology

we are forced to face,

the ever maddening race

for the dollars and the power.

Tomorrow is too late to finish

the work we must do today,

to prevent the shirk of

head lines and tensions,

which erase all sense of fair

play and thoughtful kindness.

In the pressure of this frantic

world, with its stress, greed,

lust and single mindedness,

we fail to understand the true

meaning of this life God gave to us.

We strive, we work, dream

and toil, struggling not to let

this mortal strain break us.

But no matter how much stress

we face, we must fight the

good fight the best we can,

trying not to leave this deadly

mess to future generations.

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Jul 12, 2010

Shimmering Summer

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Do you ever view the

gorgeous summer sunrise,

as it's new born morning

brightness softly pierces

the shifting nightly haze?

And marvel at the softly

inspired beauty of it's

life giving summer rays?

Do you ever marvel at

the crystal rain drops,

which softly imprints

all the glorious colorings

of the new born rose?

Do you ever marvel

at all the shimmering

enchantment summer

brings to all the

other beauty that in

your garden grows?

Do you ever wonder

how the life giving

wonders of summer

brings out all the

unbelievable aromas to

everything it touches?

Is your heart in tune

each fleeting day of

wistful dreaming,

that summer stays forever

and winter never comes?

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Jul 5, 2010

The Call Of The Desert

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Limitless brilliance of the desert day.
The slowly sinking sun
seemingly hangs motionless
over the distant horizon,
loathe to give up
as the day is done.
As the newborn night
silently stirs the desert
night life to play,
the little star eyes
sleepily blink open,
to promise coolness for awhile.
The distant mountain range
denotes power to beguile.
The steady heart beat
of desert night life with
a heart warming music,
rhythmic clear.
A new born evening breeze,
springs to life,
to give much needed
coolness to the desert flowers
eternal fight for life.
Only a lonely wanderer
of this desert land
could possibly know
or understand the
real fascination,
and intense coloration
of the great,
patient monoliths,
as they stand
among their kind,
in the infernal heat
of the desert sand.
The indescribable delicacy
of the desert plants
and flowers that so far
out class the carefully
tended flowers of our
civilizations clustered stand.
The soft, enchanting nights,
where the ethereal
magic of the moon,
makes desert night
seem like noon,
causing each fleeting,
dancing shadow,
seem ever changing,
never twice the same.
The great red walls
of the castle like cliffs,
tells the story of eternal
patience and bliss.
Where there is no
beginning and no end,
in this brooding,
beautiful desert wonderland.
I love to listen to this song
the desert wind is singing:
"May love and beauty
walk with you forever."

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Jun 27, 2010


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Loneliness takes our hearts,

our souls and our stomachs.

Climbing into an

empty bed each night,

waking up beside ghosts.

Walking each empty street,

loneliness made me hungry.

I searched my fridge,

my cupboards,

there was nothing to eat.

I went to lunch with

friends, still hungry.

I attended a dinner party

for the entire neighborhood,

but i woke up in

that empty bed,

and i was still hungry.

I ate photographs, journals,

the paint off my walls.

I ate the blue sky,

i feasted on books of poetry,

short stories, fantasy epics,

still hungry.

I tried to eat a spell

but i choked on the flame,

so i took a bite

of the universe,

but it sat in my

stomach like a parasite,

devouring every piece

of desire and

chocolate i consumed.

I started slurping

down songs, sad songs,

dance songs, folk,

reggae, techno, pop,

classical, rap, jazz, metal,

blues, punk songs.

Songs from my friends,

songs from strangers,

i ate at least 4 gigs,

still hungry.

For a snack i

went for a walk,

i waited for the night,

took big bites

of the moon,

swallowed stars

one by one,

fell asleep eating

every bizarre dream.

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Jun 23, 2010

Looking Into The Sun

This summer started out raining.
Epic thunderstorms broke the sky.
The concrete smelled like freedom,
but the gray clouds locked us in a little longer.
Every drop coated the ground,
fed the rapidly growing grass.
Ran down my windows like the kind
of tears that give you a headache.
The days were hot and wet, almost oppressive,
if they had come later in the season.
Luckily it's still June, with its
warm days and chilly nights.
When the wind picked up i could
still feel it through my clothes,
its fingers gripping my skin.
The wetness seemed wetter clinging
to my shirt, settling into my hair.
I will always have this June, this wet,
rainy June, this month of gratuitous bloom,
color that would be obscene
if it covered anything else.
It felt strange to stay amongst the lilacs
and strawberries, feet planted in the springs
emerald carpet, looking out at the lake
and hoping i could still retreat to its depths,
finding newness where i could.
Started walking towards town,
listening to music, pouring my words onto
the pad, looking new people in the eye.
Self portraits, digging in the dirt,
loving dangerously, inhaling other
peoples breath and smoke in the
corner booth of my favorite bar.
It's official, i'm a whiskey guy,
whiskey in the spring, whiskey
on the rocks in the summer.
This June, it's whiskey by the campfire,
and whiskey in my flask.
It suits me well, it feels hot, a little vicious,
tastes bitter and sweet.
Tastes like rain in the summer,
tastes like wet streets.
I can still sleep easy, when i finally
get to sleep, and wake up to rain,
vibrant color like a hallucination.
Glowing green, riotous red, everything alive.
This June is nothing if not surprising,
bursts of sun so strong you swear
they would last forever.
Nights so cold you don't even dream.
I have trouble believing in the blue sky.
I stare it down until my eyes burn,
waiting for it to give out darker shades.
Seems i've lost something, maybe my faith,
maybe it's better this way.
The days are growing lighter, but not for long.
It feels like the beginning of the light,
but it's really the beginning of the end,
darkness edges its way in.
But now it's still June,
with its rain, with its flowers.
This June came in shaking, booming,
rattling, knocked the dust off,
chased the birds and butterflies away,
further and further into the sunrise.
I'm just going to sit here and watch it set.

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