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Ah yes...

I asked the Prince of Peace,
asked him what he thought of shock and awe,
but he doesn't get too many questions anymore.
I waited, but no answer,
and none needed.
I heard someone say,
if we want peace, pray for the second coming.
but what did we get from the first?

I heard someone say,
**Lebanon had a choice**.
**Iraq had a choice**.
**Japan had a choice**.
So let them fall,
freedom bombs, my bombs,
drop them over there
because they had a choice....

An American hunter named Reese
blew his wad on some Canada geese:
“Find your peace!” yelled the geese
when the geese saw his piece—
“Reese’s Pieces,” cried peaceful geese, “Cease!”

yeah, take it in three parts,
i suppose.

work for peace.
find it within.
even pray for it.


and I could do more....

This peace we long for, who can know what is—
but which of us knows not what this peace ain’t?
I’ll put my words inside your mouth and let
digestion pass them by your heart: this peace
ain’t temporary quiet centuries
or seconds; it ain’t tolerance of folk:
this peace for which we yearn transcends the waste
we’ve settled for, destroys the myth we’ve placed
in flowered wreaths on warfare graves. True yoke
of peace, we’ve never known. Our history’s
confused our dreams with wall-and-Denkmal tease
performances. We trade in strife and get
Retreat, Regroup, Return—but peace it ain’t.
The guy whose family dies? Pray peace is his.

mnaz wrote:work for peace.
find it within.
even pray for it.


and I could do more....

yeah, me too

mmm...he's not my kind of jesus!
I didn't do what I had planned some hours ago
I met a friend in the street
and spent two hours walking, talking, drinking beer and eating peanuts
and I have to leave now
slow semi cold night just beggining
lazy saturday machine
peace

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.
i thought about peace for a moment
then got violently ill attempting to determine
the impossible reconciliations between belief
and pretension... threw up my hands
and my lunch,
took a bunch
of deep breaths
then thought about peace
for a moment again,
like a movement of sorts,
my report on the viability
coming soon, as soon as i have a
moment of peace to think
about it again.

there is no music.
there is only an empty sort of
nothing sound, crickets claiming
territory.

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.
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flicker cricket lantern lights throw glare upon the wall
chatter box hides in corners built for staircases
clicks away, miles away, days away
fade away
save the light

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http://studioeight.tv/events/cabaradio_ ... isiana.mov

Louisiana... Chris Chandler & David Roe

had a great peace last nite
vanquishing the future
leaving only the now
to lapse into

no thing like a good peace
to settle the mind
clarifing the moment
that lasts at last

free from the bondage
self-imposed by constriction
the peace was not a piece
but the whole ball... waxing

quarter past ten
off to a peaceful dinner
blind date with a stranger
or two
or more
quiet drizzle in late August
clouds just in front of the sun
light hangs low
like leaf upon low pressure leaf
green and sweet
twenty past ten
first morning of the week
peace
that would be well to last

gentle peace
when all have left the building
and my mind is on its own

peace to frolic, leap, hang glide
swim, swirl, be swept away

peace in a coldzone of ice fijord
kicking sand on a jamaican beach
traipsing through undergrowth with rare forbidden plants

peace
to be all
within

(artguy, you're playin my song)

So as not to disturb the peace,
I believe this jam should continue.
We cannot stop war in 48-hours.
Should we dedicate ourselves
to peace perpetually?