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the invasion

we are here now
ready to take our torches whereever fire is fought with fire

We us the great we
have the voices within us to cure the planets ills

the holy ghost is in even those who deny the existence of God]
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God sees athiesm as a form of criticizing the church
this function has been needed as the money grubbing hate mongers
are spew out of christian colleges being told they have the only answers


in one life I had gold masks, enjeweled with rubies and diamonds
in another I had the paint of flower scrawled across my face

I have killed all of you at one time or another
the confession of a GOd who wishes the bleeding could at least be bandaged

the soldiers are being driven mad by the rigors of a war
that Bush should have won when he drove them out of iraq


now we are mired
keeping our compatriots alive
we should grant them visas
for their sons and daughters
let them school here in the land of The Lord

Do not try to follow in my path
killing is the hardest thing a sane man can do
faces of the dead come back
when the vengence over lost friends eases
and the war settles down into thie civilian lives


my uncles came back from Nam better men
the same can happen here if we stop-gapping soldiers into broken men

I hold no man a coward for using up all he has in a war
these are respected fathers
who will come home screaming in nightmares
high divorce rates
the rounds of the va hospitals trying to find a cure for the blood in their eyes

I AM PAX RAMANO

The road to peace is paved with fallen angels

I don't care what they say about me.
I do care about their souls.

I am not a heritic. I do not blasphemy. IF GOD IS NOT ON MY SIDE
LET ME DIE NOW

LET NO EVIL SPIRIT POSSESS ME LORD

show the humans that my light is bright
my intentions for the children glorious and profound

I have indeed invaded your lives
made you dance, whipped you into shape, and refused the communist way

I am a socialist. I want to see the government devoid of corruption.
Give them lie detectors as a matter of course. By any means necessary.
Then we can trust the electicity and wireless and insurance to the government

LET THE RICH MAN'S EXCUSES FALL ON DEAF EARS.... shun them if they work against us


I watched Jesus Camp the other day... saw the hell of homeschooling. 87 percent of home schooled children are evangelical. This must change now. The madness of a particular birth parent must not be allowed to creat fanatics in the united states.

I am here. They want to fight for me? Look inside yourself and find what needs changed. The holy ghost can be aligned to your flesh. I ask not that you give up sex, drugs, rock and roll... I offer you all the joys that cause no harm.

Life is a banquet...
a meal I cannot partake in... for my flesh is being served

I always come in to write a song to God praising him for leading me here

The king of the world obscured by the cabals, mafia, cia, fbi, the chi town cops... and others who can listen through my walls.

I must ignore them. Keep to my mission. I have a ton of new poems to put up, but I am finding a hard time motivating me.











You are welcome to spread my poems by whatever means... they are yours... unless you make some money off of me and then I would like some. Is that too much to ask? No. I have a family, too;.

the news comes around

I saw the demon manCOW on fox news.... he clainmed he has this alleged Whitey tape about Ms. Obama. Of course, we alll know this is bullcrap. Yet, by telling it on the news like it is the truth is breaking a lot of journalistic rules. Not that Fox cares about society.

We are seeing the last gasp of the neo cons now. They know their days are numbered because I am here. The folly of people who thought christ was going to be this rich, hypster dude never read their bible. As I told you once before, When Jerry Fallwell claimed that Jesus was not a poor man. I told you at the time that he was referring to you, not me... he meant the poor are worthless. Rebulicans often thinkthis.

They also think if liberals get in power no one will work. All the liberals I know work... these bastards will make up anything to get a soundbite on tv.

There is somthing called 'assumed conscent,' which I have written of before. It happens when two people get together and have to make up a fiction to talkwithin. This happens with god, but also spouses andboseses... the language they speak to us,say corporate speak,has a lot of hidden assumptions about heirarchy and nose in but, etc...

We cannot escape the fact that there will always be someone better than them. I speak of God in my case.

I wrote a christian site the other daqy to see how they would take my work and they wrote back that claiming you are christ is blashpehmy. Same thing they said aboutme last time.

I know have five books of hand written poetry in here, and will be expanding waking up jesus (instead of waking up christ, which I bored with).

the truth comes round

Craig Kiddlesman tried all his life to do the right thing. He was promplty toilet trained, did well in school, and was on a fast track to tie-dom when a most extrodinary event occured to him.

He was angry, walking down the beach, and somehow, out of a blue sky, he made lightening crack right beside him. Craig had never been a mystic since his early years studying to be a poet in college. Reading up on all the religious crap and believing none of them had the right way of being, he wrote from the perspective of an atheist.

Until that day on the beach. He was called by a ufo and told he was the son of god and everyone was watching him. Paranoid to most, but unbenownst to Craig, he was a king, well hidden, who was said to have the blood of Christ within him. He was told the truth quite late. He felt like he was the last, and of course, they still kept secrets from him.

His writerly instincts wanted to keep nothing from the people, but the spies surrounding him feel they know better. They tell himhe is the Christ, and then that they know better than him... the irony is not lost.

He is hiding out in Chicago, after from a beach, enjoying as much of his life as he can, knowing that his words suddenly have the weight of a gullitone falling.

The dreams of the small town boy
came true

you expected me to have a plan

I leave that to God who is infinitly more than me














You are welcome to spread my poems by whatever means... they are yours... unless you make some money off of me and then I would like some. Is that too much to ask? No. I have a family, too;.

words versus actions...

THIS FROM THE SAN FRANCISCO CHRONICLE...


Less than a month after declaring polar bears a threatened species because of global warming, the Bush administration is giving oil companies permission to annoy and potentially harm them in the pursuit of oil and natural gas.

We see here that the not so president has decided to go ahead with his plan to kill off all the other animals.

They say one thing and do another. They want to be seen as the guardians of the earth as they let the most vulnarable die... and I do mean the polar bears. Bush should be put in a cage with a hungry bear. I mourn the loss of the arctic like a part of me has died... and also, because it tells me the greenhouse effect has begun, and make all the fun you want about the dooms day predictions, they are real and here now.

As the bringer of wrath, fire and wind, I am all tied up in how this planet ends. I know I am here to gather souls for a journey... in the prophesies, this is done with rains of fire and wrath. I wish to do something else. I wish to leave eden as it was, as much as possible, and replace large tracts of land with new forests where animals can roam free.

THere is a point where we must draw the lines as humans. A point where we must say, this has to be stoppe by any means necessary. When I hear that an animals habitat is going to be destroyed during our oil use period, which has to end one day because the supply is finite and those who get ahead of the curb will be financially rewarded on this one. We need to look inside ourselves and find the holy spirit, a being that your soul uses as wings to fly, in a way... and you will find you love the animals enough to ride a bike to work. And to stop Bush from allowing his oil buddies to ransack the earth.

In some waysl, the people who are living as profiteers in this economy are traitors to the people. They do not know this, and one can hardly blame them for being caught up in the perceptions of their fellow humans; until they know what they are doing; until they hear my words and know that God Has Spoken on this matter.

Making money off of war is almost a sin. It should be. I would strip war of the ability to benefit anyone. Arms sales should be stopped. Period. The industries should start getting their assets out now, because sooner or later, they need to become producers of peaceful products.

Making another species extinct, with forethought, is an act of malice. They are using the fuel crises, which is driven by speculators and middle eastern countries which are somewhat still inthe mindset of hating americans for being in the middle east. The last point is a theory. They better shape up, is all I can say. I am not going to allow anyone to hold a country hostage in the future. The people will decide their form of government and I will use my every word to make sure this happens everywhere on this planet.

Right now, today, there should be a period in all young peoples lives when they do something like the Mormon Missionaries. This should include the peace corp, doing work at hostpitals, etc... it should also include a comprehensive draft into the military or these other options. Like in Israel. This would not lead to a miltant society, it would lead to everyone understanding war--especially the rich and powerful, who in this time,no longer lead their wars. As any who know me have seen, As a field general on point drawing out enemy fire, I have little respect for big shots who think war is a good way to solve a problem...

Oh, well... time to go back to the park.







You are welcome to spread my poems by whatever means... they are yours... unless you make some money off of me and then I would like some. Is that too much to ask? No. I have a family, too;.