look for me...

to be posting more on tribe refugees and less on here...i'm the same person over there...(as if there could be more than one)...anyways...i'm tired of the slow log on time and the up/down nature of the site...i'm not worried about the loss of my blog or any poems or any replies or any of that shit because i know that it was seen by SOMEONE...and so as an artist i have fulfilled my task, which is to create that worthy of a god/dess to notice...

truth be told...

The Truth

Nicholson: "You want answers?!!"
Cruise: "I want the truth!!"
Nicholson:"You can't HANDLE the truth..!!"

I am a
Racist
Misogynist
Intelligent
Black
Male

When I say
No comprehend
Espanol
It means
I don’t speak
To Mexicans

I know
What 14/88 means
Heit die Welt
Morgens das Sonnesystem
Is one of my
Favorite phrases

My clothes fit
I am understood
When I speak
I am not
A dead beat dad
I have no warrants

A man is
A dog
As a woman
Is a cow
So why does a dog
Need a cow

Women look
Better
And are more
Useful
When they are
Horizontal

Most of you
Are color blind
You only see
With your eyes
And like most
Believe that shit

You won’t realize
That I’m
A white man
Until
I act like one
With you

Djones 2008



and about the photo...brotherpeacemaker.wordpress.com/20...le/

view from a hill...

View From a Hill
(for smu and bobite)

There is something
Good
About patriarchy
About the mingling
Of kings and princes
And their lieges
Something
About the future
Alive
Maturing
That fills old eyes
With hope
These we knew
As children
Striplings
Youths
Now hold reins
That require
A sure grip
With the fruit
Of my loins
I am well pleased
We two
Kings
Brothers
Thru many a trial
May rest easy
For the lineage
Is in good hands

Djones 2008

financial institutions...

just found out that lehman brothers filed bankruptcy...b of a purchased merril lynch and aig is asking for fed money...oh yeah!!!...burn baby burn...

they said...

And they said that he was a mad man…running around screaming about death and destruction and the futility of the human condition…they said that he was just making noise when he called for his own death…that he knew nothing about the world or the way of people where he lived…but in the back of the room GAS jumped up and said 4!!...and the people turned around and gasped…but the mad man calmly walked up to GAS saying good day sir…glad to make your acquaintance…can’t wait to meet your family...WASTE and GREED …GAS replies that they will be coming along shortly…riding like king xerxes in that 300 movie…see now…here come their emissaries…gouge and fix being towed by the wounded iraq war veterans…the mad man turns a trick and makes a phone call for some band aids for the vets but general walter reed isn’t in the medical business much anymore and the flood of damaged lives is falling on him like grains of sand in an hour glass… the mad man looks to heaven as if to say that he understood what jesus felt with the frustration of people to see beyond the ends of their noses…the people ask how long must we consume…but the answer to that question is that the party isn’t over as yet…let us continue to celebrate the rape of that bitch America says the mad man…for truly as a child he did love her in innocence…but as a man he loved her as a whore…for that is what she has become…a homeless wandering oil addicted whore who bows down to suck at any source for her fix…see now here come king abu dabhi and king ahab the arab to sell snake oil and rape dollars…who are these people that they should own my bed says the mad man in his indignation…and they told him that they had the elixir of life and that everything that existed was dependent on it…and then they proved this fact…the mad man picked up his pillow and threw it into the air saying loudly…let me fall as this pillow falls for I do not wish to have my eyes blinded by the things to come…but the crowd of chinese workers caught his pillow and made billions of them so that when the mad man went to jump from the bridge of life he landed in a soft white suburb…and there he cries to this day…the party and the rape of America continues and the hmo’s are on the president’s dick and now there are little baby hsa’s running around all over the place…in their filthy swaddling clothes of debt and mismanagement…they are smelly little creatures and their parents disavow them but they live with their uncle sam…over at the bar there is a war with afghanistan about how many flowers should be picked and iran is saying that they want to have a flashlight which is only for the big kids…the africans are killing each other because they can’t decide on which asshat to follow or which tribe is which…it’s a running battle behind the bar between the two servers Israel and Palestine…well not a battle exactly…more like a contest…with uncle sam giving israel all the tips…he fucks her secretly but doesn’t want any one to know other than the two kings…out on the front lawn there is gang warfare between the asses and the behemoths over who shall get to bob for the rotten apples of corruption which are floating in the reflecting pool…but the asses can’t decide who they would prefer to save white America…the black knight or the white witch…while the behemoths have sent out their grandfather because all the others were busy covering their asses and assets…the grandfather of the behemoths is set in his path which is the road to ruin for the nation of sheeple…but he has been down this road before and knows well it’s twists and turns…the black knight rides a fast ass and has many mules which follow…the white witch can fly into a righteous rage and millions of pms pixies come to her side to assist…the behemoth takes a stool softener and waits to see who will approach…meanwhile back at the party…the mad man has been screaming for a drink of money and a little snake oil but uncle sam is busy trying to keep his dick in two cunts at the same time…that stoned out afghanistan and that that new bitch iraq…he can’t be bothered by the apparent dehydration of the mad man who goes about with his emaciated body stealing scraps from the plates of oil executives and ceo’s who use golden parachutes for bibs…he wanders out to the back yard and finds that millions of the gullible are about to vote…some with ballots and others with bullets for they insist on having a say in whether the black knight, the white witch or the grandfather of the behemoths will be followed blindly…the rape of America is proceeding merrily along inside and she is being pilloried with any moral, cultural, or financial phallic object which can be found…dollars are flowing from her gaping pussy and her bruised ass while she sucks on the oil soaked cocks of the two kings…fix and gouge…the emissaries of GAS pinch her nipples and smack her ass for amusement while GAS, GREED and WASTE look on approvingly…general walter reed gives forms to the vets and advises them to place these over their wounds…he promises to return with snake oil and money and then goes off to count his appropriations…dead presidents are turning tricks for anyone who will give them the time of day and so the mad man gets a little head from ben franklin…picks up a bag of dope from the local dea agent and goes out to sit on the front porch where he has a smoke and watches the white witch and the black knight joust…he sighs, has another puff and waits for sunrise and the clean up crew…
djones 2008

threesome in the whitehouse

Threesome in the white house…you know it had to cross the old man’s mind…all that rich white pussy and him standing there watching as the secret service perform their services…the Viagra hasn’t kicked in yet and he tugs at the limp appendage that America has become in the world…unable to penetrate except by artifice and proxy…so the beauty queen and the rich bitch drink deeply at the well of their XX chromosomes and gaze on each other with unbridled satisfaction…the hockey mom is a good puck and the first lady always goes first…she breaks the Alaskan ice and waits for the global warming of her pale thighs…the old man drinks a red white and blue beverage that used to be an American icon…the wife of the old man is beautiful beyond her years and technology exists to keep her that way for the foreseeable future…her blonde head bobs for the apple of the beauty queen who is learning which dicks to suck in this town and in what direction she must rotate her tongue…she is a milf who has come seeking her fortune and willing to open her legs to large caliber guns but she did not expect her meteoric rise to come with such a soft and teasing feeling in her end…she shivers and forgets her thoughts as the rich bitch speaks pleasing words to the attentive audience of her fundamental clitoris…money woman has learned well the ways of the silver tongued and brings the hockey mom to her goal again and again…meanwhile the old man has finally raised his staff to half mast and thinking of the coming wars in the name of god…he lays his tumescence in the mouth of the nearest nursing mother who happens to be the daughter of the entrée that rich bitch is continuing to consume…finally his manhood achieves the stature worthy of an old veteran and he advances to invade the fine white ass of his wife…wet and open like oil company checkbooks…the secret service men have been sent out to find someone to answer the black man question which has long lingered in the minds of these two pillars of white womanhood…they find a senator from a Midwestern state who’s only experience with white women was his mother and a good old boy’s wife some years later… he answers the call of his country and comes riding a narrow ass hoping to inject some democracy into the orifice of white American womanhood…and in the process leave his mark in the rotunda of true power…meanwhile…parts of Alaska are floating away and the residents are talking about seceding from the union…but the union taking place in the big white house where many amerikkkans have been screwed shows no sign of disengagement…the old man looks about approvingly as the young black buck busts a sweat doing his duty for his country…he is lost in the snow storm of white flesh as the rich bitch and the hockey mom take turns holding his staff while the old man is trying again to rise to the occasion but only manages to give lip service…he exhorts the senator and others to “drill drill drill”…and points to the rich bitch’s flat white ass and says “drill here…drill now”…while the hockey mom is squirting oil from her snow white tundra like aperture…and the smell of natural gas is rife in the corridors of power…the hockey mom flails about…lost in a blizzard of a snow white fantasy which involves shooting wolves, caribou and being wrapped in polar bear furs and pilloried by compliant Alaskan state policemen…all of whom are white…and so it is no surprise that she would wonder at the ring of lipstick which circles the cock of the young black senator who has so recently taken up residence in the most precious part of white amerikkkan womanhood…the rich bitch and the milf take turns exploring family values and the different views of sexual education…an education that each is involved in…abstinence means not fucking until fucking is the last thing to do…the old man is unwillingly abstinent but insists that no one else can have sex until those he loves are satisfied…and they are being satisfied…pilloried by the senator…given lip service by the old man and comfortable enough with each other that they can have a threesome in the white house…

Djones 2008

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY

To all the fathers who may not get anything, who may not get mentioned, who may not see their children, who may not get a phone call, who may spend the day alone, who may be having their kids kept from them, who may be unemployed, who may be divorced or separated, who may be in the hospital, who may be working, who may be doing all the things that fathers do that no one ever notices. This is for all the men who wanted to be fathers but were denied because they have no say in reproductive rights, for all the single fathers who are struggling to raise their kids alone, for all the men who just keep on keeping on with no support from anyone...this is for you. HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!!

the baby sitter

The Baby Sitter

It’s not mine
I’m just here to baby sit
Money’s like a ho
Give me a kiss
Then split

You see these dollars
Dead presidents I mean
But they are not my friends
So it don’t mean
Shit to me

They give me money
And then I give it back
I’m no better than a junkie
With both arms
Full of tracks

On the TV
They talk about trillions
While I rue
The fact that
I’ll never make a million

So when I hear people
Saying money’s all that
I remind them
There’s many a poor man
Whose wallet’s sometimes fat

Djones 2008

thru the eyes of a mad man...

And they said that he was a mad man…running around screaming about death and destruction and the futility of the human condition…they said that he was just making noise when he called for his own death…that he knew nothing about the world or the way of people where he lived…but in the back of the room GAS jumped up and said 4!!...and the people turned around and gasped…but the mad man calmly walked up to GAS saying good day sir…glad to make your acquaintance…can’t wait to meet your family...WASTE and GREED …GAS replies that they will be coming along shortly…riding like king xerxes in that 300 movie…see now…here come their emissaries…gouge and fix being towed by the wounded iraq war veterans…the mad man turns a trick and makes a phone call for some band aids for the vets but general walter reed isn’t in the medical business much anymore and the flood of damaged lives is falling on him like grains of sand in an hour glass… the mad man looks to heaven as if to say that he understood what jesus felt with the frustration of people to see beyond the ends of their noses…the people ask how long must we consume…but the answer to that question is that the party isn’t over as yet…let us continue to celebrate the rape of that bitch America says the mad man…for truly as a child he did love her in innocence…but as a man he loved her as a whore…for that is what she has become…a homeless wandering oil addicted whore who bows down to suck at any source for her fix…see now here come king abu dabhi and king ahab the arab to sell snake oil and rape dollars…who are these people that they should own my bed says the mad man in his indignation…and they told him that they had the elixir of life and that everything that existed was dependent on it…and then they proved this fact…the mad man picked up his pillow and threw it into the air saying loudly…let me fall as this pillow falls for I do not wish to have my eyes blinded by the things to come…but the crowd of chinese workers caught his pillow and made billions of them so that when the mad man went to jump from the bridge of life he landed in a soft white suburb…and there he cries to this day…the party and the rape of America continues and the hmo’s are on the president’s dick and now there are little baby hsa’s running around all over the place…in their filthy swaddling clothes of debt and mismanagement…they are smelly little creatures and their parents disavow them but they live with their uncle sam…over at the bar there is a war with afghanistan about how many flowers should be picked and iran is saying that they want to have a flashlight which is only for the big kids…the africans are killing each other because they can’t decide on which asshat to follow or which tribe is which…it’s a running battle behind the bar between the two servers Israel and Palestine…well not a battle exactly…more like a contest…with uncle sam giving israel all the tips…he fucks her secretly but doesn’t want any one to know other than the two kings…out on the front lawn there is gang warfare between the asses and the behemoths over who shall get to bob for the rotten apples of corruption which are floating in the reflecting pool…but the asses can’t decide who they would prefer to save white America…the black knight or the white witch…while the behemoths have sent out their grandfather because all the others were busy covering their asses and assets…the grandfather of the behemoths is set in his path which is the road to ruin for the nation of sheeple…but he has been down this road before and knows well it’s twists and turns…the black knight rides a fast ass and has many mules which follow…the white witch can fly into a righteous rage and millions of pms pixies come to her side to assist…the behemoth takes a stool softener and waits to see who will approach…meanwhile back at the party…the mad man has been screaming for a drink of money and a little snake oil but uncle sam is busy trying to keep his dick in two cunts at the same time…that stoned out afghanistan and that that new bitch iraq…he can’t be bothered by the apparent dehydration of the mad man who goes about with his emaciated body stealing scraps from the plates of oil executives and ceo’s who use golden parachutes for bibs…he wanders out to the back yard and finds that millions of the gullible are about to vote…some with ballots and others with bullets for they insist on having a say in whether the black knight, the white witch or the grandfather of the behemoths will be followed blindly…the rape of America is proceeding merrily along inside and she is being pilloried with any moral, cultural, or financial phallic object which can be found…dollars are flowing from her gaping pussy and her bruised ass while she sucks on the oil soaked cocks of the two kings…fix and gouge…the emissaries of GAS pinch her nipples and smack her ass for amusement while GAS, GREED and WASTE look on approvingly…general walter reed gives forms to the vets and advises them to place these over their wounds…he promises to return with snake oil and money and then goes off to count his appropriations…dead presidents are turning tricks for anyone who will give them the time of day and so the mad man gets a little head from ben franklin…picks up a bag of dope from the local dea agent and goes out to sit on the front porch where he has a smoke and watches the white witch and the black knight joust…he sighs, has another puff and waits for sunrise and the clean up crew…
djones 2008