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The Blame Game
Monday, yes Monday. Monday I'm going to change
Yes, this time, this Monday, Monday will be the day
This time I swear to God, this time I'm going to do it
This time I won't let them get to me, this time I mean it
Really, this time for sure, this one is for real, really real
I hate myself for being who I am, but I hate them more
God how I hate them, they think their so damn smart
So righteous and always have all the answers for me
I'll show them, I'll show them, I'll make them eat their words
When I get straight, I'll show them all this time, Monday for sure
All those years, all those years they put me down, I'll get even
I'll make them eat all those words, they'll all be sorry
They will all be so very, very stinking sorry they did this to me
But I'll show them, I'll get even, I'll get even with all of them
They will all come crawling, begging, yes, starting this Monday
They have always blamed me,
its always been my fault, they said
If they only knew it wasn't my fault,
it was their fault, not mine, theirs
It was their fault I turned out the way I turned out,
their fault, all their fault
Completely their fault,
if they would have listened to me, respected me
Treated me different, loved me in the first place,
it all would be
different
But they just never listened,
never listened to me, never, never
But I'll show them,
then they will all feel the guilt and shame
They will feel the pain
they have caused me all these years
This time I'll show them, this time for sure,
starting Monday
But first one last drunk, yes,
just one last drunk, just one more
Then I'll show them, this time
I'll really show all those arrogant people
Monday....
Small variations of this are heard around the world.
The Blame Game is a Game of learned behaviors
Add Drugs and Alcohol plus a large dose of ISM
And you can easily see the Past and the Future
In AA we get 'another' opportunity to change the Game
We also get free, the Gift of Choice, real choice in life
Maybe its time to Blame the Game, its a sick Game
Maybe its time to get out of the Game.... Maybe ?
With love in AA from Indonesia....
David for Lamps
World Leadership
Tomorrow I will bow to
the clenched inner sanctum
of repression
To follow
to live
my dreams planned,
hardly....
I must shorten my step
traced to pace their
majesty of folly !
David for Leaders
didn't do nothen....
my first meeting was in an eight p.m. church meeting
there were seven mosaics of jesus starren down the walls
there were twelve people sitting around six small tables
they held five meetings a week at that old shabby church
I had two sponsors over the years from that church place
and that meeting became my home group for four years
three of us went to coffee regularly after that meeting
I usually got home in those old days about ten or eleven
step nine was the first step I worked, I wanted forgiveness
but that's all I did those first years, didn't do much
at least I didn't think so, maybe I did more than I thought ?
David for Lamps
The 12 Step Dance....
I did the Dance of one and two, and one and two
cause that old god was looking for me I thought
and if that old god found me I'd be dust for sure
I did the Dance of one two three and one two three
cause the last thing I wanted to do was four and five
how could I ever tell anyone those dark things I did
I did the Dance of one and twelve and one and twelve
I'd been around for a long now and I spoke just fine
they laughed and cried and I wowed the newcomers
I did the Dance of one and thirteen and one and thirteen
and I loved this Dance and I Danced this Dance often
Then I only Danced thirteen and I Danced myself stoned
One day I woke up and I Danced step one and I liked it
so I Danced step two through all the way to step eleven
figured I Danced so much I'd try that Step Twelve again
now I can Dance each one of those 12 Steps one by one
I could side step some again if I wished, I know how
but when I Dance with you I want to Dance my best....
David for Lamps & NBG
My Name is
HIV/AIDS
I will take the lives of you children
your boys and girls
I will take the lives of your adults
your men and women
I will even take the lives of your elders
all are fair game to ME
I have no conscience as to who I infect
I am HIV/AIDS....
I have no pride or emotions
I only know I exist
I am alive....
Take this warning, indeed my friends
please do not sleep in my path
Be awake and please be aware
I am harm in harms way
Learn quickly about ME
teach your children
teach all your folks about ME
and please stay away from me....
If you get ME, I will take years to
kill you
years, hard horrible years
for you, your family and friends
All those around you, all will live in
fear frustration and hostility
I never asked to be born
yet born I am
Know ME
Understand ME and
please my friend
Kill ME
Before I kill you !
My name is
HIV/AIDS
I am coming
I have come to live in
Indonesia
I am here seeking residents,
today
I have no memory of when I was born
a long very long time ago
Yet the memory of my birth
or why I was born
Is faded, even to myself....
Like yesterdays storm of rain
My given name
adopted by those in charge
Is HIV/AIDS....
To many I am only a name
To many a name like
Polio, Flu, TB, Dengue Fever
or dog or cat.... !
For many, they may hear of ME
maybe even see ME,
but....
Those many certainly don't
see ME
My given name is HIV/AIDS
but....
My true real name is
death
My profession is based on
confusion
and fear
and destruction
and despair
and finally,
death
I am shared and passed along
By oceans of blood
Rivers of sex
The rock and roll of the Ages
live free and freely
I live in total freedom
In each of the 4 Directions
North, East, West, South
That is the spreading
NEWS
I live everywhere, in every country
Town and city, in every
alley and ghetto
suburb and highrise
I live here in
Indonesia
Oh yes be well aware
I live taken residence in Indonesia
You do not know me well.... yet
And.... with My solemn promise
I, HIV/AIDS Promise you....
You will come to know ME well
Very well in the near future !
I wish this were not so
I wish this were not true
I wish I was never born
Yet the fact remains
I am born
I am alive
I am strong
I travel a crooked path
I move swiftly
I give no warning
I am invisible to the naked eye
I am a raw feverish killer
And I have come to visit Indonesia
Maybe even visit you.... !
David
Nabire AIDS Candlelight Memorial 1998
Over the Ashes
warm Jakartan winds blowing gently
over ashes and remains
of zinged bodies silenced forever
and of debris that crackles under our feet
reminders of the mind of riot
and mindless rioters
passioned by blood and hypocrisy
we grieve at the senselessness of greed
we scorn at the bewilderment of neglect
we mourn for the lost forgotten innocent
we cry with the parents and the lost children
smoke unfurls reaching beyond high rise buildings
sending forth forlorn messages of death and decay
rainbows appear hidden covered by billowing haze
arc from remembered past to undiscovered future
the path uncharted the journey unfolds uncertain
the seeker seeks
the voyager voyages
the thinker wonders about tomorrow
and we remain in the heart of Jakarta
our home where our family lives
may God blow the smoke
with the kind loving Breath of God
to all corners of the country
and to all corners of the world
we pray for Jakarta
for Indonesia
for ourselves
for You ....
Incense is lit and prayers are in the wind .....
Joyce & David for all Indonesians
May 22, 1998
The Four Horsemen
midnight rides wild against the wind
'steeds', red, black, smoke and gray
galloped unreined from city to shore
directionless, the 4 directions gave
way to pounded hoofs and mouths
hurling insane foam and sweat of pace
slowly, oh so slowly
I did manage to slow the steeds down,
today they 4 mostly walk, they too are older now, more tired.
today I hold the reins in both hands, old hardened calluses
are softer now, the steeds stop now and then, occasionally
to graze in the moist green, green grass, I am grateful when
they halt, today I dismount, regularly....
and rest with them in the grass,
we 5 can be seen peaceful from a distance on a
seasons day, and we smile and laugh some, and moon howl too
I never forget the days of the Bandit, the Midnight Ride of
lasted years, I never forget the 'steeds' of red, black, smoke
and gray, their lust hunger for unbearable freedom and the
thunder of hooves and gusted wind, I too never forget the days
of now, and I never leave home without the 'reins'....
Never...
David for Lamps, Jakarta, June '98
Steadfast
I only know how to stand fast
steadfast focused to the point where
my heart leads me
I have
'chosen'
and this word I know
is mine alone
Joyce, San Francisco, September 27 '95
Seed in the Ether
to Battle thought is honorable,
to Fight ghosts senseless
to have 4 eyes doubled fends both front and back always
to conceive is nothing special to right conception a blessing
to awaken the Father, to awaken the Son is coo to the past
within each seed is soil root ocean shore, the 4 Fold Pathway
who dares to plant the Seed in the Ether....
David for Scott, Jakarta, June 28, '98
Battles
We have fought many battles this year,
mostly each other
Reasons and Excuses are many, some justified,
some unjustified, all are filled with Ego,
based with and upon Fear....
Will this change ?
Maybe, maybe not.
We may try
if courage and wisdom are sought.
Wed, 30 Dec 1998 08:49:42 +0700
David for Lamps, '98
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