<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:27:59.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living*Poetry Garden</title><subtitle type='html'>A garden of thought, dedicated to redefining the human condition.

Change your life, change the world. - Magic*Happens</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-116416825194678319</id><published>2006-11-21T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T10:44:59.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love*Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/P-L.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/P-L.GIF" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-116416825194678319?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/116416825194678319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=116416825194678319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/116416825194678319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/116416825194678319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2006/11/lovepeace.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Love*Peace&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-116413329487887574</id><published>2006-11-21T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T10:21:34.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEASE SANTA, PLEASE</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dxyweBca6io"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dxyweBca6io" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A child's last hope in a world who's neglected why christmas came to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;Happy*Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say it’s your birthday, so happy birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say it’s your birthday, so look at all we’ve done in the name of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say it’s your birthday, so what the hell did you expect us to do, we lost some hope once we hung you on sticks crossed in two,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say it’s your birthday, we’ve tried to see the light, but the darkness creeps into our might,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say it’s your birthday, yet mostly we just shop for those who have more than you, we lost the way when other wise men said we should die for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say it’s your birthday, then we move more wealth into the hands of the few, we almost completely ignore those who sleep under the pews,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say it’s your birthday, we’ve got more churches than affordable homes, from the money we’ve collected in the name of you, they’re grand places to gather and deny the world is screwed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say it’s your birthday, we love to sip eggnog and shop for me, me, me, her, her, her, him, him, him and well - ok one for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say it’s your birthday, for 2006 years we have been waiting, now you’re back saying MAN i*said it was up to you, spread the truth and don't let the money changers profit from the pews,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I*see it’s my birthday and all i’ve ever asked is that world peace starts with you, “Peace on Earth” was the word, what part of that catch phrase did you forget, for heavens sake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok - MAN you botched the job, no worries, WOMAN was the backup plan, so here’s the new deal, same as the old, Relationship,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World*Peace - No*Compromise&lt;br /&gt;Clear enough ? No more second chances,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there’s no where for life to go until World*Peace RULZ this show, sound harsh, well that's the game, like i*told you - MAN,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No*Hate - No*Fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we’re going to make it DAMN*CLEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World*Peace is why you’re HERE&lt;br /&gt;No*Compromise - No*Fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True*Spirit and the Hidden*One are HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where’s HERE you ask ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere, in Each one, Each heart, where I’ve always been, waiting for the Hidden*One, the one you banished, threatened and chased away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The*Truth, My*Truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we’re together in each and every one,&lt;br /&gt;Spirit and Truth for all the world to see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Truth the Spirit of all Faiths }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*United for Peace*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every heart, every mind, every body, every soul who sees the truth of our garden, planted long, long ago, gone to seed but now ready to grow, grow, grow . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say it’s my birthday, so happy birthday to me, all i’ve ever asked for is World*Peace to Be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-116413329487887574?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/116413329487887574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=116413329487887574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/116413329487887574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/116413329487887574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2006/11/please-santa-please.html' title='PLEASE SANTA, PLEASE'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-116249586051557343</id><published>2006-11-02T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T11:31:00.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>World*Peace - NO*Compromise</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="424" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpPji5jKlHI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpPji5jKlHI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Project:&lt;br /&gt;World*Peace - No*Compromise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A challenge to all musical artist, and every individual on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project: World*Peace - No*Compromise is the concept of a globally recorded lyric, by an infinite number of artist and individuals of all genre, to include every language and culture of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permission is granted under Common Creativity for everyone, to record the lyric “World*Peace - No*Compromise” in any style and genre, and then to post or publish your covered version to a web space, podcast, CD or DVD of your choosing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s fill the air waves with vocals and music videos proclaiming: &lt;br /&gt;World*Peace - No*Compromise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your*Voice will make a Difference&lt;br /&gt;Your HE(ART) will change the World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;Then Join*Us in the streets on Nov. 2 - 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Day the Earth Stands Still”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Victims of War&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create a November for All*Ways to Remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with this lyric:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;World*Peace - NO*Compromise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eye’s on the prize,&lt;br /&gt;Keep your heart in the ARC,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your soul in the fold,&lt;br /&gt;Raise the word, - World*Peace is foretold,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the song going strong, Hate and War don't belong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the message out in front,&lt;br /&gt;Rise above fear and junk,&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;Keep your faith true and straight,&lt;br /&gt;Love the others, for the children's sake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your reason and your truth,&lt;br /&gt;Close to home and in the voting booth,&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eye’s on the prize,&lt;br /&gt;Keep your heart in the ARC,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your soul in the fold,&lt;br /&gt;Raise the word, - World*Peace is foretold,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the song going strong, Hate and War don't belong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the message out in front,&lt;br /&gt;Rise above fear and junk,&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;Keep your life in the light,&lt;br /&gt;Walk the path of peaceful might,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your mind in the mix,&lt;br /&gt;Treat your body with respect,&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eye’s on the prize,&lt;br /&gt;Keep your heart in the ARC,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your soul in the fold,&lt;br /&gt;Raise the word, - World*Peace is foretold,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the song going strong, Hate and War don't belong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the message out in front,&lt;br /&gt;Rise above fear and junk,&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;Keep your family safe and strong,&lt;br /&gt;Build the future of this song,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your world free of gunk.&lt;br /&gt;Choose true leaders not just punks,&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eye’s on the prize,&lt;br /&gt;Keep your heart in the ARC,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your soul in the fold,&lt;br /&gt;Raise the word, - World*Peace is foretold,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the song going strong, Hate and War don't belong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the message out in front,&lt;br /&gt;Rise above fear and junk,&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;Keep the song going strong, Hate and War don't belong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the message out in front,&lt;br /&gt;Rise above fear and junk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the song going strong, Hate and War don't belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eye’s on the prize,&lt;br /&gt;World*Peace - NO*Compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric written by&lt;br /&gt;— Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;World*Peace - Profit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - The reference to the "ARC", relates to the rainbow of diversity in humanity's divine image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee*Well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No*Fear&lt;br /&gt;11-2-08&lt;br /&gt;Rise*Above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BL*M&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-116249586051557343?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/116249586051557343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=116249586051557343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/116249586051557343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/116249586051557343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2006/11/worldpeace-nocompromise.html' title='World*Peace - NO*Compromise'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-115968065921519323</id><published>2006-09-30T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T13:59:55.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hymn of the Martyr - Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ad2zaoYO1Rs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ad2zaoYO1Rs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-115968065921519323?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/115968065921519323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=115968065921519323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/115968065921519323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/115968065921519323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2006/09/hymn-of-martyr-video.html' title='Hymn of the Martyr - Video'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-114746909059054638</id><published>2006-05-12T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T14:26:59.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oppression*101</title><content type='html'>Fait Accompli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1:  Consolidate power and control of corporate, media, government and the legal system under one tightly observed, yet seemingly loosely organized umbrella group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2:  Using the system developed in step one, pressure education, labor and social services into arenas of conflict which neatly divide and splinter these groups so that intellectual personalities can not move in a decisive direction of their own choosing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3:  From within the muddle of confusion and fear which you have now created, bring forth a monstrous threat represented by a group which can be easily identified and targeted for violence yet not easily subdued or eliminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4:  Eliminate any and all opposition by any and all means necessary, using the funding provided by the people whom you desire to oppress.  Focus particularly on discrediting views which attempt to counter your efforts, especially those of the intellectual community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 5:  Keep the people focused on the ruse that you are protecting them from the GREAT-EVIL, while continuing to drain the economy to support those who will keep you in power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 6:  As the inevitable failure of lie built  upon lie begins to catch up with your chosen one, prepare another to replace him.  Then simply repeat steps one through five and neatly label step six as the will of the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 7:  Protect the masses from the truth by providing endless illusion and entertainment that shows hope for their future within the design you have created, for the love of truth is the only power which will free the oppressed from the fear which governs them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://global-luvolution.blogspot.com/2005/06/13-establishments.html"&gt;The 13-Establishments of Truth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;Fait*Accompli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fundamental operational flaw and thus mechanism of corruption in all forms of representative government, religion and organizational systems is the same as that which creates tyranny in dictators, monarchs and the like.  The power of fait accompli given to select individuals and groups under certain situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.propeace.net/node/543"&gt;The Last*War&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;Blinding*Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S’he*Wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ I got back home kinda late, and I fell asleep downstairs, watching a movie. I woke up at 1:00 (in the morning) and it was pitch black in the room, so it took me a while to find the light switch. And when I did, I blinded myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart, huh? “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;I*Said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say very smart, as you have given yourself an opportunity, to next time, wait a few moments until your eyes become accustom to the darkness and then turn on the light.  What a wonderful gift to spend a moment or so alone with one self, without fear and with the knowledge that the light will return, and that blindness in many situations is a matter of your own choosing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BL*M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://global-luvolution.blogspot.com/2005/06/13-establishments.html"&gt;The 13-Establishments of Truth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-114746909059054638?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/114746909059054638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=114746909059054638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/114746909059054638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/114746909059054638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2006/05/oppression101.html' title='Oppression*101'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-114720914566017776</id><published>2006-05-09T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T14:12:25.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace*Freedom-When ???</title><content type='html'>Dark and difficult times lie ahead, soon we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Albus Dumbledore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When WE stop supporting the soft-sell of speed, violence, and fear which subtly permeates every aspect of OUR daily lives, then and only then will true Freedom*Ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-114720914566017776?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/114720914566017776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=114720914566017776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/114720914566017776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/114720914566017776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2006/05/peacefreedom-when.html' title='Peace*Freedom-When ???'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-114651060626705869</id><published>2006-05-01T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T12:10:06.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural*Organization</title><content type='html'>Compassion, tolerance and love are self organizing mechanisms which follow Universal*Laws of Truth.  If one looks to the reality of this, they will see that all those who trust in that path are very highly organized into what is statistically a 300% per year growth rate of progressive individuals, who are collectively changing the way things are being done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of the negative things currently occurring in the world are a direct result of those who follow the path of the old energy and the fear it demands, reacting to the new energy which is self organizing under the natural laws of tolerance, compassion and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of this change is subtle in the way that nature is 90% of the time, yet when the stress of a shift is built to the point of expansion, the remaining shift will take place dramatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are ready to accept the change will continue, those who are not will have a very hard time coping if they can at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Age of Compassion is dawning, and no level or action of fear can halt the inevitable outcome, which is the total vanquishing of fear and the hate it needs so desperately to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any nation or organization held by fear will not survive the global reality of The*People embracing truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ones options are to lead, join or get out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace All*Ways leads to Truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth All*Ways leads to Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BL*M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://global-luvolution.blogspot.com/2005/06/13-establishments.html"&gt;The 13-Establishments of Truth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-114651060626705869?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/114651060626705869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=114651060626705869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/114651060626705869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/114651060626705869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2006/05/naturalorganization.html' title='Natural*Organization'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-114635783200421809</id><published>2006-04-29T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T17:43:52.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star*Spanglish Banner</title><content type='html'>37 years ago a young black man stood before a crowd of nearly half a million and performed his version of the star spangled banner on electric guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There were no lyrics nor language involved other than the universal language of music and the individual expression of an artist and poet who sees and feels far beyond the petty squabbles of that current moment in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The performance was an overlay of many issues, not the least of which was a statement on the war being waged at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yet it was first and foremost, and has since become a defining moment in human history when one individual took the liberty which was paid for by the blood of many generations and said to the world, this generation can be the one to lay the path and point the direction for future generations toward the way of truth and the glory of sustainable global harmony and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The world is a multi lingual environment, and most countries have always been at the very least a bilingual environment.  For anyone to think that a symbol of national expression  should be confined to one language, or version of culture, ethnic or narrow political form of a specific expression, is simply showing their lack of tolerance and acceptance of the very values and creed of which they claim to stand for and uphold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just as flying over a flooded disaster area and not landing due to security issues, and then several months later, surrounded by a bevy of security suits and making every effort to be seen with your arm around the poor ethnic survivor, walking through the remains of her shattered life is a glaring example of how the clouded mind of the oppressor deems himself the savior of the very people whose suffering and deaths he profits from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Change for the greater good involves including and accepting all the diversity which makes up the greater whole, while embracing the languages and arts which express the dreams and desires of the greater collective heart and mind of the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The one common thread which weaves all others into the entire fabric of life is that of kinship, brothers and sisters living together on a fragile blue rock adrift in space, desiring to cease the cycle of rockets red glare and bombs bursting everywhere, and to vanquish the fear and petty issues of the past for the harmony, humanity and peace of our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.propeace.net/node/543"&gt;The Last*War&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-114635783200421809?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/114635783200421809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=114635783200421809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/114635783200421809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/114635783200421809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2006/04/starspanglish-banner.html' title='Star*Spanglish Banner'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-113761079079200834</id><published>2006-01-18T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T09:15:26.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New*World - Olympic*Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/olympic-dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/olympic-dream.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Dream the People's, Olympic Dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Create the People's, Sustainable Dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Live the People's, Cultural Dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Respect the People's, Individual Dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Dream Humanities, Olympic Dream,&lt;br /&gt;One*World - One*Dream&lt;br /&gt;One*Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;Love*Rulz - @&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/index.html"&gt; Timeless-ink-Press.com&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-113761079079200834?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/113761079079200834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=113761079079200834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/113761079079200834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/113761079079200834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2006/01/newworld-olympicdream.html' title='&lt;center&gt;New*World - Olympic*Dream&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-113633179661043317</id><published>2006-01-03T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T15:43:16.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Success*Failure</title><content type='html'>Mans self proclaimed view of being the most successful entity on the planet could not be more false.  If mans current global situation is a measure of any sort, it is one of pending failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success in the natural continuum is not measured from the top down,  the king of beasts is only as strong and successful as that which he feeds upon.  Only as mighty as that which holds him aloft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survival of the fittest does not mean survival of the most dominate or controlling, nor the winner of any given situation. Creation is built upon the base of cooperation, diversity, and tolerance, survival and thus success in the natural continuum is based upon survival of the most balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man has learned much upon the road to extinction, and has taken many more down that path than any other in global history, but the road to success, the road toward the continuum of man as a species, has yet to be taken seriously, even though the path to follow has all*ways been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A successful species, is one which lives in balance, with diversity, with compassion, with tolerance and awareness of the foundation which supports it.  A successful species applies this knowledge to all of its kind and to all of that which it depends upon to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature is not locked in an arms race to doomsday, nor has any other species ever been so committed to warring on all of creation as man so desires to be, the path to follow has all*ways been L.O.V.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who choose the path of love, will be embraced by the nature of Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-113633179661043317?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/113633179661043317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=113633179661043317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/113633179661043317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/113633179661043317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2006/01/successfailure.html' title='Success*Failure'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-113536302326565119</id><published>2005-12-23T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T22:33:27.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hymn of the Martyr - Text</title><content type='html'>If you oppress me, my words will gather strength,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you imprison me, my words will grow in power,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you embattle me, my words will turn destruction against you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you kill me, my words will haunt your grandchildren's, grandchildren,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;If you embrace me, my words will fade into yours, as yours fade into mine, my lips will speak of you, as yours speak of me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we build tolerance, understanding, compassion, trust and truth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divided we foster only fear and kill only trust, divided we know only the death of the other,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we understand and know our lives, and embrace the Hymn of Peace for our grandchildren's, grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love*Rulz - @&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/index.html"&gt; Timeless-ink-Press.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-113536302326565119?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/113536302326565119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=113536302326565119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/113536302326565119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/113536302326565119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2005/12/hymn-of-martyr-text.html' title='Hymn of the Martyr - Text'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-113532193700192613</id><published>2005-12-22T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T23:12:17.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End*Times - Next*Age</title><content type='html'>It is time to let go of ego and agenda, this will be difficult for many and impossible for some, yet imperative for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking now of the end times which are upon us, there is much comfort in the discomfort to come, one must simply accept the end and embrace the new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for Politics to end &amp; embrace the rules of Governing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for Religion to end &amp; embrace the truth of its Spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Competitive Ego to end &amp; embrace the Grace of Pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Agenda to end &amp; embrace the Giving of Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Have’s the Have Not's and the Have More’s to blend into the Have*Enoughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Excess to end &amp; Balance to become the judge of merit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commercialization must give way to commercial endeavor of culture and diversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Global Economy to embrace Global Moderation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individuals to share their Individuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abuse to end &amp; Cooperation and Caring to be the power of ones control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violence, Conflict, War, Greed and Winning to end &amp; embrace Sharing, Win-Win Gaming and the Dawning Age of Compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear to be Vanquished &amp; Happiness to Reign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These times are &amp; will be difficult, yet endings are not destruction, they are new beginnings . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the death throes of the old ways, shine the brilliant rays of things to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-113532193700192613?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/113532193700192613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=113532193700192613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/113532193700192613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/113532193700192613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2005/12/endtimes-nextage.html' title='End*Times - Next*Age'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-113424453897258315</id><published>2005-12-10T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T11:55:38.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>World*Truths</title><content type='html'>(A Christmas Reality Check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is:  More money and resources are invested in building, maintaining and filling rented storage units than is expended on providing affordable housing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is:  More charity dollars and resources are invested in college sports, museums, opera houses and entertainment events for the elite than is on homeless shelters, soup kitchens, and social programs, throughout the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is:  More is spent on holiday dinners, party events, junk food and eating out, than is given to global hunger efforts worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is:  The addiction to shopping, over eating, drinking, drugs, violence and fear is supported by more media and corporate dollars per week, than it costs to feed and house the entire worlds population per year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is:  In less than 200 years democracy and its corporate master has plundered, stolen, raped the planet, murdered and oppressed more people with it’s economic power and social policies than have  all the efforts of other conquering nations throughout history combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is:  *Balance = Happiness&lt;br /&gt;        Excess = Misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of life is Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;The path to happiness is balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The direction and management of life’s purpose is choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is:  You have the power and knowledge to change - today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will*You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balance the One, to Balance the Billions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;Please Santa, Please,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Claus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Every year i meet ya on the street, bell ring-in near the overpass,&lt;br /&gt;where i sleep,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Stand-in by yor pail, feed the homeless ya wail,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Please Santa, Please, find a shelter bed for me this Christmas dae, "you's" won't forget my twelfth birthdae,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pretty bows, on box's all aglow, stare back from the shop windows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Walk-in by the fancy ladies, shop-in bags filled for their babies,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Please Santa, Please, a hot meal, some turkey for me this Christmas dae, "you's" won't forget my twelfth birthdae,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Every store strung with holidae things, all the people happy, smile-in on their spend-in flings,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Peace on Earth, Goodwill toward men, distant thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;dance-in on the wind,&lt;br /&gt; Please Santa, Please, just a piece of cheese, for me this Christmas dae, "you's" won't forget my twelfth birthdae,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Wander-in all dae long, last year's shoes hang-in on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stop-in near the barrel fire, old men eye-in the little ones with desire,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Please Santa Please, make the dreams good for me this Christmas dae, "you's" won't forget my twelfth birthdae,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Ly-in on my cardboard, try-in to remember how to weep, headlights and sirens sing-in me to sleep,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Some where i know kids play in the snow, wonder how it feels,&lt;br /&gt;to play for real,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Please Santa, Please, if i wake up, this Christmas dae, please Santa wish me another for my thirteenth birthdae,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Thanks Mr. Claus, see ya next year, cause i got nowhere to go but here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;12-95&lt;br /&gt;Tok, AK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Truth is:  Compassion is the foundation of the natural divine reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://global-luvolution.blogspot.com"&gt;Global-Luvolution.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-113424453897258315?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/113424453897258315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=113424453897258315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/113424453897258315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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suffer the egos and deceptions of the powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who live and act with compassion, tolerance and understanding will enjoy the benefits of truth guided by the rulz of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BL*M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love*Rulz (Available on DVD ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/index.html"&gt; www.timeless-ink-press.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-113322233709573675?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/113322233709573675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=113322233709573675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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BL*M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love*Rulz (Available on DVD ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/index.html"&gt; www.timeless-ink-press.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-112871776026462577?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/112871776026462577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=112871776026462577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112871776026462577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112871776026462577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2005/10/tobe.html' title='To*Be'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-112845764283099137</id><published>2005-10-04T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T13:27:22.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man's-World</title><content type='html'>“It’s how the world works.”&lt;br /&gt;“This is THE way things are done.”&lt;br /&gt;“Tradition must be followed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is:  Man has no ownership nor claim to this or any other world nor anything which s/he creates or claims as he/r’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is:  Man’s view of how the world/universe works is based almost entirely on these mortal concepts of he/r ownership and rights thereof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is:  Reality is based upon the responsibility of the consequences of one’s thoughts and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity those who see things for what they are, rather than seeing them for what they can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love*Rulz (Available on DVD ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/index.html"&gt; www.timeless-ink-press.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-112845764283099137?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/112845764283099137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-112829403142159256</id><published>2005-10-02T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T16:00:31.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never*Land</title><content type='html'>In 1492 an occupation force set sail, looking for someone to screw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the propaganda guise of explores seeking a land for the free, taking whatever their courts deemed necessary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kings in black robes with laws, wielding the power of life and death, High Priest to oppress the masses, in pew after pew, Robber Barons to enslave the people, and fatten them for the slaughter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1492 an occupation force came looking for a place to raise their sheep, to fleece again and again until everything bleeds for the illusion of peace, freedom and security,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Oil, Big Government, Big Tobacco, Big Sugar, Big Real Estate, Big Religion, Big Alcohol, Big Agriculture, Big Science, Big Chemical, Big Drug, Big Health, Big Fashion, Big Image, Big Wealth, Big Lies, Big Denial, Big Fear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG PROFITS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER-SIZE-ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U.S.A.&lt;br /&gt;(The Realm of Eminent Domain)&lt;br /&gt;United Suites of America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.I.E.S.&lt;br /&gt;L.ife I.ndulging E.vil S.adistically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love*Rulz (Available on DVD ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/index.html"&gt; www.timeless-ink-press.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-112829403142159256?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/112829403142159256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=112829403142159256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112829403142159256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112829403142159256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2005/10/neverland.html' title='Never*Land'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-112810952456067100</id><published>2005-09-30T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T12:45:24.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muddy*Waters</title><content type='html'>Things, things, things, house, car, furniture,&lt;br /&gt;things, things, things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appliances, technology, the back yard swing,&lt;br /&gt;things, things, things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heirlooms, jewelry, art, family photos,&lt;br /&gt;things, things, things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scattered families, broken relationships, muddy waters flooded all these things,&lt;br /&gt;Celebrities, churches, corporations, government and individuals by the hundreds and thousands step up to replace the things, things, things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its great TV, its good government, its neighborly, its the right thing to do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet after its all said and done, after the media moves on to the next thrilling moment to throw money at, there will still be millions of homeless, jobless, millions of welfare and crime victims, crack babies, broken families, a 60 % divorce rate, millions of abused children and women due to the floods and storms caused by an economy based on FEAR, Competition, and WAR,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many suffering these disasters for their entire lives, passing on the storm cycle to generation after generation, while the elite, the comfortable, the well clothed, housed, and fed, rest and play within the eye of their storm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to clean up all the muddy waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love*Rulz (Available on DVD ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/index.html"&gt; www.timeless-ink-press.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-112810952456067100?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/112810952456067100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=112810952456067100&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112810952456067100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112810952456067100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2005/09/muddywaters.html' title='Muddy*Waters'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-112794410468701825</id><published>2005-09-28T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T14:48:24.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enemy*Mine</title><content type='html'>It is within the Enemy*Mine that one will meet truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love*Rulz (Available on DVD;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/index.html"&gt; www.timeless-ink-press.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-112794410468701825?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/112794410468701825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=112794410468701825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112794410468701825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112794410468701825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2005/09/enemymine.html' title='Enemy*Mine'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-112794181726700714</id><published>2005-09-28T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T14:10:17.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Druthers*</title><content type='html'>In a world flooded with opinion and blame,&lt;br /&gt;obsessed with image and labels,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If given my druthers, I’d rather be seen as,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A*Clown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than a Puppet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-112794181726700714?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/112794181726700714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=112794181726700714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112794181726700714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112794181726700714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2005/09/druthers.html' title='Druthers*'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-112793268133112877</id><published>2005-09-28T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T11:50:06.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last*One</title><content type='html'>(A Body Count)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath this white cross is laid to rest the last one,&lt;br /&gt;who carried a gun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath this white cross is laid to rest the last one,&lt;br /&gt;who fired a shot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath this white cross is laid to rest the last one,&lt;br /&gt;who took a life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath this white cross is laid to rest the last one,&lt;br /&gt;who marched for god and country,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath this white cross is laid to rest the last one,&lt;br /&gt;who knew the reality and tragedy of conflict,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath this white cross is laid to rest the last one,&lt;br /&gt;who came home in a body bag,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath this white cross is laid to rest the last one,&lt;br /&gt;who sacrificed life, liberty, family and honor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath this white cross is laid to rest the last one,&lt;br /&gt;who spared my daughter, your son and our loved ones,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath this white cross is laid to rest one of many,&lt;br /&gt;who’s last breath cried out for mother and asked for us to give peace a chance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if beneath this white cross laid a stone inscribed,&lt;br /&gt;“Rest in Peace” Casey Sheehan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all are saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build Peace Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love*Rulz (Available on DVD ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/index.html"&gt; www.timeless-ink-press.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-112793268133112877?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/112793268133112877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=112793268133112877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112793268133112877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112793268133112877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2005/09/lastone.html' title='The Last*One'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-112786543853258282</id><published>2005-09-27T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T16:57:18.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Course*Correction</title><content type='html'>Rather than fear that which you do not understand,&lt;br /&gt;a simpler course is to understand that which you fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;Of Poetic*Service&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love*Rulz (Available on DVD;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/index.html"&gt; www.timeless-ink-press.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-112786543853258282?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/112786543853258282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=112786543853258282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112786543853258282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112786543853258282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2005/09/coursecorrection.html' title='Course*Correction'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-112759042607168193</id><published>2005-09-24T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T12:33:46.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember</title><content type='html'>Change is a new direction, each change is a step, and each of us holds the individual power to make that step in peace or fear, if you take your steps within this personal responsibility, as our combined steps ripple forward,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace will be with us . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce&lt;br /&gt;9-13-2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love*Rulz - (Available on DVD:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/index.html"&gt; www.timeless-ink-press.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-112759042607168193?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/112759042607168193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=112759042607168193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112759042607168193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112759042607168193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2005/09/remember.html' title='Remember'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-112681934481080940</id><published>2005-09-15T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T14:23:10.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Root Beer Float</title><content type='html'>America the Beautiful, is like one huge root beer float, standing in a tall frosted glass its a little hard to see the contents, but the thick white foam which all*ways floats to the top, all*ways looks ever so inviting, ever so fine, and all*ways seems separate from the ice cream and the dark brown fluid below, yet without the vibrant bubbling effervescence of the majority of the drink the white foam would fade into nothing, and the ice cream would have nothing to float upon, for it is the activity of the many which supports the frozen white cream and the rich foam, that by itself is just useless froth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love*Rulz - (Available on DVD:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/index.html"&gt; www.timeless-ink-press.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-112681934481080940?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/112681934481080940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=112681934481080940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112681934481080940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112681934481080940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2005/09/root-beer-float.html' title='Root Beer Float'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-112658258647517808</id><published>2005-09-12T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T17:38:36.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screaming*Peace</title><content type='html'>Forty four died that day in a common field,&lt;br /&gt;covered with a blanket of grassy hay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many call them hero's, and celebrate what they see as freedom fighters battling their common enemy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lets Roll”, is it this common battle cry which best serves their collective memory, or should we look past the revenge and fear, past the official agenda of a war cry to hear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For in their calm and collective effort the one thing which speaks louder than any battle cry, is the fact that they called home, asking everyone to do the right thing, requesting their sacrifice be not in vain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you visited that field one moment after the crash or visit now years later, what you will feel, what you will sense, what you will hear, what you will know, is Flight - 93 hit that hallowed spot at 525 miles per hour, Screaming for Peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forty four died in that moment, not for war, not for god or country, they died trying to get home, trying to make a more peaceful world for their loved ones to live in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those forty four acted not as a team, not as a democratic body, they acted as fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, loved ones, they acted as human family, and to this day you can stand in that sacred field and hear them, softly, peacefully, screaming for peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "People ask who, what, when, where, how, why.”&lt;br /&gt;“I ask peace,"&lt;br /&gt;Quote by - Deora  Bodley age 20, the youngest passenger on Flight - 93&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the children, asking for Peace, is that to much to give ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;9-11-2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-112658258647517808?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/112658258647517808/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-112633189248432029</id><published>2005-09-09T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T14:24:59.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children of God</title><content type='html'>What goes around, comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience - NOW the death, destruction, hate, fear, intolerance, anarchy  and suffering on a scale equal to that which you export around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know - NOW how it is to have your life, home, jobs, schools, business, government, family and even your pets shattered by a power you can neither stop nor understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel - NOW the hopelessness and depth of a fear which brings you to hold nothing but hope by the thin thread of a faith which will seem to abandon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps - NOW you will understand and relate to the ones who suffer under the rain of bombs and terror which drop from your planes and issue from the guns of your sons and daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps - NOW you will move from the self centered couch of entitlement and hold a concert, a telethon, a call in radio show, a car wash, a bake sale to rebuild the shattered and mutilated lives and homes of the WAR zones which create the profits of your wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the day comes when your compassion and tolerance extends to those who suffer from your deeds, you will never truly be Children of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hypocrisy of the United States of America is the single most criminal act of human history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There is no one to blame but your self's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love*Rulz - (Available on DVD:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/index.html"&gt; www.timeless-ink-press.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-112633189248432029?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/112633189248432029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=112633189248432029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112633189248432029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112633189248432029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2005/09/children-of-god.html' title='Children of God'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-112612634567508549</id><published>2005-09-07T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T11:45:57.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next*Time</title><content type='html'>The United States of America has multi billion dollar underground war centers, silos and weapons enough to destroy the world many times over,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The United States of America has abandoned military bases, and facilities sitting empty, unused for decades,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The United States of America has thousands of billions of dollars of equipment to make war anywhere on the planet within hours of making the decision to bomb a country back into the stone age,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The United States of America can set up and maintain detention camps capable of housing thousands of ethnically profiled captives when ever the decision is made to do so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The United States of America does not have a single federal natural disaster relocation center or base equipped to handle and transport the thousands of survivors of the many natural threats which can happen at any moment around the globe, when a disaster occurs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The United States of America conducted two hundred and twenty two (222) terrorist threat preparedness drills last year through FEMA, and only two (yes only-2) readiness drills for natural disasters, both of which contained the added element of terrorist attack in the scenario,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The United States of America is equipped and prepared for attacks which perhaps would never come if the US government would make the decision to equip, supply, plan and practice for the survival of the worlds people, rather then their destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would not that be a cost effective decision for the 21st century, bringing US into the Age of Compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next*Time a major city needs to be evacuated,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Department of Peace&lt;br /&gt;would be ready&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.propeace.net"&gt; www.ProPeace.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-112612634567508549?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/112612634567508549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=112612634567508549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112612634567508549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112612634567508549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2005/09/nexttime.html' title='Next*Time'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-112581286349348468</id><published>2005-09-03T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T22:47:43.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open*Letter</title><content type='html'>to&lt;br /&gt;The War Machine&lt;br /&gt;and those&lt;br /&gt;Who Support It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings and love to all*ways which trust in fear, for you have brought the pain, suffering and destruction of that fear to the spirit of hundreds of millions throughout all generations of life on this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of your days is now upon us, and we salute your tenacity and devotion to the constructs of fear which embrace you, for it may be that without the blood of those millions, that the shift in this reality which has taken place might never have occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet it has, and for that all*ways are grateful to each entity and every spirit which is involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As even now, with the turmoil of hate and fear deepening, even as the path of war, the false construct of victory and the wrath of your deeds turns back upon each who gives their energy to the destruction of others, even as the earth itself coils to strike back upon that which fails to love her, there is the single reality of truth which all*ways will embrace if they choose to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all*ways who choose to stand with fear shall perish as love will now grow with the full knowledge that fear and that which it creates is the path to oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One may choose love and therefore continue into the new reality, One may choose fear and therefore see and experience the end of your days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who support love have chosen truth, despite the false constructs of fear, this is the wonderment and beauty of your creation and the power of free will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love*Rulz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-112581286349348468?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/112581286349348468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=112581286349348468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112581286349348468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112581286349348468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2005/09/openletter.html' title='Open*Letter'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-112543811196190216</id><published>2005-08-30T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T14:41:51.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vision*Quest</title><content type='html'>Blame not the powers you do not fully understand, prepare and build for the situations you know have and will come again, building with dead sticks cut from the living beings who make the air you breath, when the living energy and strength of stone and earth lies in abundance at your feet is not vision it is insanity, preparing for the fantasy of destruction and the death of millions, by the means of war, political and economic starvation while ignoring the reality of storms and the change to come is not vision it is insanity,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the power and knowledge to change, you have the free will to do so, yet you persist in doing the same thing the same way, while expecting different results, that is insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the vision to change, all that is required is to follow the quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-112543811196190216?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/112543811196190216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=112543811196190216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112543811196190216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112543811196190216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2005/08/visionquest.html' title='Vision*Quest'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-112456581078468729</id><published>2005-08-20T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T14:25:45.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The*Meek</title><content type='html'>“Pity those who see the world for what it is,&lt;br /&gt;instead of seeing it for what it could be.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meek shall inherit the earth, yet they WILL*NOT be meek in body, spirit, moral character, heart nor soul, they will stand meek before nature, cradle her life within the gentle hands of the gardener, raise her beauty and grace from the ash left by those who were weak with hate and fear, they will raise the raped, soiled and plundered earth into a giving Eden which all creatures great and small, meek and powerful will share together, yes the meek shall inherit this world and it shall be free of the limited ideals of conquering, oppression and fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the boundless promise of truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love*Rulz - (Available on DVD:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/index.html"&gt; www.timeless-ink-press.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;The Impossible Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream the impossible dream&lt;br /&gt;To fight the unbeatable foe&lt;br /&gt;To bear with unbearable sorrow&lt;br /&gt;To run where the brave dare not go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To right the unrightable wrong&lt;br /&gt;To love pure and chaste from afar&lt;br /&gt;To try when your arms are too weary&lt;br /&gt;To reach the unreachable star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my quest&lt;br /&gt;To follow that star&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hopeless&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fight for the right&lt;br /&gt;Without question or pause&lt;br /&gt;To be willing to march into Hell&lt;br /&gt;For a heavenly cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know if I'll only be true &lt;br /&gt;To this glorious quest&lt;br /&gt;That my heart will lie peaceful and calm&lt;br /&gt;When I'm laid to my rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the world will be better for this&lt;br /&gt;That one man, scorned and covered with scars&lt;br /&gt;Still strove with his last ounce of courage&lt;br /&gt;To reach the unreachable star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyric by Joe Darion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-112456581078468729?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/112456581078468729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=112456581078468729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112456581078468729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112456581078468729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2005/08/themeek.html' title='The*Meek'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-112430967708411481</id><published>2005-08-17T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T14:26:34.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PEACE*EXERCISE</title><content type='html'>(Write it down &amp; Read it back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step*One:&lt;br /&gt; Define - The*Box.&lt;br /&gt; Define - Thinking outside the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step*Two:&lt;br /&gt; Define - “THEM”&lt;br /&gt; Define - “US”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step*Three:&lt;br /&gt; While looking in the mirror, read back what you’ve written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step*Four:&lt;br /&gt; Seriously, ask yourself if you would want the person in the mirror   judging the merit of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step*Five:&lt;br /&gt; Make PEACE with the one in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just thinking about it will not create peace in your life or anywhere else, you must do it, take the action and verbalize the results. Otherwise your cheating yourself and those you love, out of the power you hold to create peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love*Rulz - (Available on DVD:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/index.html"&gt; www.timeless-ink-press.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;Of Poetic*Service&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-112430967708411481?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/112430967708411481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=112430967708411481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112430967708411481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112430967708411481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2005/08/peaceexercise.html' title='PEACE*EXERCISE'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-112386804828428202</id><published>2005-08-12T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T10:34:08.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One*Day</title><content type='html'>364 days a year we’re sold crime, corruption, greed, fire, flood, sex drugs, rock &amp; roll, jazz, blues, gospel, pop, addiction, fraud, fantasy, lies, religion, politics, patriotism, success, shop till you drop credit, insurance policies, 30 year loans, corporate slavery, fast food super size me life styles, competition, war and every form of distraction the media, government and wall street can conjure up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for one day, like some kind of sick vacation we’re told of a distant dream called PEACE, after which your promptly tucked back into the tainted and stained folds of pursuing The American Dream of endless worlds to plunder, rape, conquer and save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;364 days of FEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day of HOPE&lt;br /&gt;September 21st, International Day of Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shift your life into the New*Reality,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;364 days of P.E.A.C.E.&lt;br /&gt;P.eople E.verywhere A.lways C.aring for E.verything&lt;br /&gt;Embracing love, compassion and truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day of celebrating the defeat of F.E.A.R.&lt;br /&gt;F.undamental E.vil A.lways R.ecurring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-112386804828428202?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/112386804828428202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=112386804828428202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112386804828428202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112386804828428202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2005/08/oneday.html' title='One*Day'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-112352379040768870</id><published>2005-08-08T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T10:56:30.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>? Paper or Plastic ?</title><content type='html'>That is the Question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identify yourself, as all eyes and ears are focused on the exterior you, standing at the head of the line at that split second everyone else's forward progress comes to a grinding halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every decision you’ve ever made, every action you’ve ever taken will now be labeled, categorized, filed and boxed by complete strangers, who’s penetrating eyes and select opinions now hold your life in the balance of judgment.&lt;br /&gt;Save a tree, choke a fish, the responsibility and weight of the planet, of civilization now sits upon your shoulders, with more bags piled and stuffed into you little bag nook at home than you’ll ever need for the rest of you life, the reality hits you smack in the face,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need or want either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in a world where Image is everything, where packaging life is over the top, where your asked a thousand times a day to decide the course of global corporate affairs, it’s not that simple,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is It ?&lt;br /&gt;Parer or Plastic ?&lt;br /&gt;Red or Blue ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it that simple ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dam I forgot my canvas bag !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while handing over half a C-Note per bag full of goodies, as the guilt floods over me, deep down inside I’ve let the eye’s, opinions and thoughts of others control my actions.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve given my power to “Them”, because your strange if you pull three canvas bags out of the one your carrying, you crazy to spend twenty bucks on bags one time, when you can continue to pay the cost over time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your a little Odd if you actually take time to make a difference, and the Irony of it all is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that what each of us really wants to do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a Difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper - Plastic - or - Canvas ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets change the Question, in order to change the solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-112352379040768870?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/112352379040768870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=112352379040768870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112352379040768870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112352379040768870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2005/08/paper-or-plastic.html' title='? Paper or Plastic ?'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-112226992783919536</id><published>2005-07-24T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T09:43:47.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex, Drugs &amp; Music</title><content type='html'>The age old formula for manipulation and control of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Using attraction, addiction &amp; temporary desire relief a population is manipulated, directed and controlled to any end, by the elite who manage the flow of education, activity and thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This formula and practice has existed for thousands of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The recent change to Sex, Drugs, and Rock &amp; Roll in modern times has raised the efficiency and speed in which cultural shifts in direction and control can be accomplished.  Adding to this is the power, speed and effectiveness of information age communication and warfare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have created a propaganda and war machine capable of the mass destruction of the social, moral, cultural and infrastructure of a society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the past the evolution of this system of change was fairly gradual, giving each previous generation a somewhat natural period of adjustment.  Today that time frame is no longer employed and we have also added a powerful and more dangerous element to the equation which effects every aspect of an individuals life.  One which has traditionally been reserved for those who are directed toward the role of police and military function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With the wide spread cultural acceptance of competition and violence into every aspect of human endeavor, we have tipped the tenuous balance of an already inherently unstable system of change into a uncontrollable manic slide of an aggressive and abusive feeding frenzy mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day, teach him to fish and you feed him for a life time”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We are teaching our children to pathologically over fish the system, in a cannibalistic frenzy of unnatural and unsustainable consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandora's box is open and the only path to freedom is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In order to stop this insanity, we must redefine the very words and concepts which drive our dreams and value of achievement and success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The human race is consuming itself and the planet by attempting to live a fairy tale lifestyle, and we continue to force feed future generations with the fantasy of glory, wealth, larger than life ego driven dreams of conquest, treasure and unlimited worlds to rape, plunder and destroy at will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Argue all you want that TV, movies, video games etc. are all just fantasy and people know the difference.  The reality, the truth is, that all media drives forward into practice the wishes, dreams and desires of its consumers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are what you desire, you will become what you dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach one to pray and/or meditate and you heal he/r for a day, teach one to love and you heal he/r forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redefinition and therefore rewiring of your thought systems is the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMPLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master Bedroom:&lt;br /&gt;Where the slave holder sleeps and beds whom ever s/he wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partner Suite:&lt;br /&gt;Where lovers meet, to build, discuss and consummate their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The very structure of our speech commands and develops our thinking and actions in often unseen ways, that destroy the grace and beauty which we so long to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex, Drugs, Rock &amp; Roll,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;“Violence”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about It - Think*different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Express*Yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-112226992783919536?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/112226992783919536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=112226992783919536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112226992783919536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112226992783919536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2005/07/sex-drugs-music.html' title='Sex, Drugs &amp; Music'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-112171226241381744</id><published>2005-07-18T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T19:35:31.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last War</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Freedom, Peace and Security will NEVER be won nor secured by the sword, another war will always need to be fought to end the fear of the sharp blade against the vital thoughts of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last war will be waged without soldiers or freedom fighters, without blood shed or death, no rockets red glare, no bombs bursting anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last war will not cause suffering, broken hearts, splintered spirits, or shattered bodies and souls, the creation of nature and man will not be crushed under the rolling thunder of armored machines, chemicals will not rain down from above, maniacal viruses will not attack from within, suicide terror raids, genocide, and nuclear holocaust will have no place in the last war, the casualties will be the end of competition, industry, government and religion which plan for and carry out the destruction, addiction and control of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last war will be waged BY THE PEOPLE FOR THE PEOPLE, a war where all things will be TREATED as equal, a war employing weapons of MASS COOPERATION, battles fought and won with tolerance for all, understanding of difference, awareness of responsibility, a war in which compassion and love conquer and destroy the final evil enemy of humankind, the last war, the mother of all wars, the war to end all wars, must be waged upon fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We the People, declare a global war on fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we the people start this war, how do we wage this war, how do we the people win the last war ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start by turning away from those who support fear, by denying our services, our employment, our political, financial, moral and spiritual support to those who build and profit from the economy of competition, addiction and war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wage the last war by demanding that our energy and environment be clean and renewable, by demanding that the thousands of billions of dollars spent yearly on making the weapons and means of war be shifted and added to the nearly meaningless hundreds of billions which is reluctantly parted out for social, health, education and domestic infrastructure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We win the last war by simply entrusting our votes, our support, our children's and grandchildren's lives to those of US whose words and actions DELIVER love and truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We the people can, will and must defeat fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-112171226241381744?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/112171226241381744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=112171226241381744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112171226241381744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112171226241381744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2005/07/last-war.html' title='&lt;center&gt;The Last War&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-112032751352681486</id><published>2005-07-02T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T11:05:13.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July Culture</title><content type='html'>It was a convenient accident of birth that I was born an American, I despise nearly everything america is built upon and stands on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for everything we claim to stand for - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Culture of TRUTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce&lt;br /&gt;7/2/2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-112032751352681486?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/112032751352681486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=112032751352681486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112032751352681486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112032751352681486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2005/07/4th-of-july-culture.html' title='4th of July Culture'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-112000323772009519</id><published>2005-06-28T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T17:13:45.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FORM 1040-MY$$</title><content type='html'>The 1040-MY$$ people's choice tax form, is the best solution to a transitional method of government reform.  By directing 40 percent or more of an individuals tax payment to areas of support chosen by them when filling out check box's on the 1040-MY$$ form. Every area of public spending would be put under a category which would have a corresponding check box on the form. That money would then be evenly split among the spending pools chosen by the tax payer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People's Choice is a fair and equal way to tax a population.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-112000323772009519?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/112000323772009519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=112000323772009519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112000323772009519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112000323772009519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2005/06/form-1040-my.html' title='FORM 1040-MY$$'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-112000191542086791</id><published>2005-06-28T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T16:38:35.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star*Stuff</title><content type='html'>One Star Naming company alone has named over a million Stars after someone for their birthday, anniversary, wedding day, deceased love one/pet or whatever occasion strikes ones fancy. Sixty US dollars is the going rate for this service, and there are a number of companies providing it on the web. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When those millions of people look into the night sky to see “Their Star”, it is a given fact that the human eye can only see about 2000 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also a fact that if those same people look up under an overpass or into an empty lot, they could see if one chose to, with human eyes, over three million homeless souls in the US alone, and 50,000 a day dying world wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so you spend your money and energy on naming stars, bombing and starving children to death, while looking to the heavens for peace and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Santa, Please,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Claus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Every year i meet ya on the street, bell ring-in near the overpass,&lt;br /&gt; where i sleep,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Stand-in by yor pail, feed the homeless ya wail,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Please Santa, Please, find a shelter bed for me this Christmas dae, "you's" won't  forget my twelfth birthdae,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pretty bows, on box's all aglow, stare back from the shop windows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Walk-in by the fancy ladies, shop-in bags filled for their babies,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Please Santa, Please, a hot meal, some turkey for me this Christmas dae, "you's"  won't forget my twelfth birthdae,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Every store strung with holidae things, all the people happy, smile-in on their  spend-in flings,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Peace on Earth, Goodwill toward men, distant thoughts, dance-in on the wind,&lt;br /&gt; Please Santa, Please, just a piece of cheese, for me this Christmas dae, "you's"  won't forget my twelfth birthdae,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Wander-in all dae long, last year's shoes hang-in on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stop-in near the barrel fire, old men eye-in the little ones with desire,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Please Santa Please, make the dreams good for me this Christmas dae, "you's"  won't forget my twelfth birthdae,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Ly-in on my cardboard, try-in to remember how to weep, headlights and sirens  sing-in me to sleep,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Some where i know kids play in the snow, wonder how it feels,&lt;br /&gt; to play for real,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Please Santa, Please, if i wake up, this Christmas dae, please Santa wish me  another for my thirteenth birthdae,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Thanks Mr. Claus, see ya next year, cause i got nowhere to go but here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce&lt;br /&gt;12-95 Tok, AK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look within to see the brilliant star stuff you truly are* . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love*Rulz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;Of Poetic*Service&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-112000191542086791?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/112000191542086791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=112000191542086791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112000191542086791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/112000191542086791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2005/06/starstuff.html' title='Star*Stuff'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-111644819494216523</id><published>2005-05-18T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T13:29:54.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re*Bound of the New World</title><content type='html'>A state by state vote to move the US borders would shift the world into a global state of cooperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the northern, western and eastern states would become allied with Canada, Mexico and Europe, the New Continental America, leaving the bulk of the central and southern states to make up the New American Empire, there’s plenty of room for anyone who would want to move into the empire in order to maintain their citizenship of fear and captive freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boundary shift would surround the American Empire by the power and wealth of a global economy of compassion and renewable energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This economy could embargo every nation or empire that promotes harm to another, and simply allow them to choke on their own waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Zero*Tax global support based economy is the only solution which will save this planet from the current global economy of holy war.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-111644819494216523?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/111644819494216523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=111644819494216523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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and tested as any other profession and privilege such as driving, doctors, lawyers etc.  These professional privileges are not denied to any race, religion or gender, and partnership between individuals in a professional setting is not restricted to race, religion or gender by law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Marriage by law is a profession, and therefore education and testing for the license is what is required to ensure the successful out come desired by the social system which supports it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;Of Poetic Service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.timeless-ink-press.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://global-luvolution.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-111592319604120756?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-111583964126080594</id><published>2005-05-11T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T16:44:56.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>W.A.R.</title><content type='html'>War on, drugs, terror, gays, aliens ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Every few hundred years a poet warrior picks up the latest technology which has been used to enslave the people and wields his words and weapons against the oppressor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Each time a certain group declares themselves free and proceeds to set their new power toward controlling others, who must now be feared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is the cycle of an economy based on war, competition and image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Declare&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;Global War on Fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;Of Poetic Service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.timeless-ink-press.com&lt;br /&gt;VIP*Media&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love*Rulz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-111583964126080594?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/111583964126080594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=111583964126080594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/111583964126080594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/111583964126080594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-111393589972460438</id><published>2005-04-19T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T10:35:35.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry*Potter</title><content type='html'>? The Second Coming ?&lt;br /&gt;The Second most purchased and read book in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Think about it, put your self in the role of christ.  Last time you visited there was no global media, no paparazzi.  You were able to go about gods will without having to much serious attention paid, for the years it would take.  In the end your hung on the cross etc., everyone knows how the story ended, but the details of the message, the years of work were really messed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So now the “end times” are near and/or upon us and it’s time for your next go-around.  You show up in Jesus Christ Superstar garb, in your robe and flip-flops to the White House and your straight to the whack case bin, if the Bad Fashion Police don't hang you on their virtual tabloid cross first.  Pull off a couple of miracles to show your the real deal and the CIA nabs you and its off to Area 51, and half the world ends up fighting the other half.  All fine and dandy if the whole Armageddon thing is really what your after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What ever the case, its just not going to be simple to get the message out, unless you do a direct soul change, brain implant whatever god like communication to each individual you’d like to reach and in a way they would accept it as truth, after all it takes time to penetrate those thick lumps of gray matter.  And hey it sure could be done, but you know that's not God/dess style, it whacks the whole free will thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So you channel your word into the heart and spirit of a fundamentally good person in the form of a story that the powers your challenging will ignore for the most part.  But of course it is so true and supports such a decent reality under the guise of fantasy it sweeps the world.  Soon your message is more known and accepted across cultures, boarders, religion, race, age, whatever man made boundary might have existed is vanished in the flash of the moment it takes to put ink to paper, painless and in record time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sure those who want to stop you throw stones and try to hang you on a virtual cross or ban and burn the book.  They just don't get, or want the truth.  SO*WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Billions DO.  They get it, they want it, the kids get it, they want it, your name and message once again is on the lips of every adult and child on the planet who's awake enough to see and accept the truth.  The word of compassion, love, trust, forgiveness, peace and caring rings louder and clearer and in every corner of humanity than it ever has.  The spirit of the words now live in the heart of every child, will live there forever, carried by the brilliant solution of using the faith each of us holds, in our soul, that god loves all, lives in the natural world, creates breathing, living magical, miracles every single moment of every single day, and yes you are each a part of this creation, each a special miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like Harry*Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We know Jesus was a carpenter and his crew were pretty much just regular guys, Harry*Potter and his friends just the kids in us all who want to grow to be magical beings, to change the world for the better, kids who do magic in every day life, just like you.  Sure a fantasy, well so was Christ to many people in his day, why do you think anyone paid attention, because he spoke the truth and he could do what they understood as real magic, miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message is simple, So can you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For the magic of love is quite simply the truth, especially when worked in a world over flowing with lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;Of Poetic*Service&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-111393589972460438?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/111393589972460438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=111393589972460438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/111393589972460438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/111393589972460438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2005/04/harrypotter.html' title='Harry*Potter'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-111334638545885726</id><published>2005-04-12T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T11:33:23.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.V.E.</title><content type='html'>Teach one to pray or meditate and you heal he/r for a day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach one to love and you heal he/r forever*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore&lt;br /&gt;Of Poetic*Service&lt;br /&gt;www.timeless-ink-press.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-111334638545885726?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/111334638545885726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=111334638545885726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/111334638545885726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/111334638545885726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2005/04/love.html' title='L.O.V.E.'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-111333525958722583</id><published>2005-04-12T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T00:14:05.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>To the ego ridden, pumped up, phony, glitzy and gilded life style adored and worshiped by animatronic one trick media Barkers, Bobbing their cut, carved and surgically altered, plastic corporate heads to the tune of what's behind door number 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell&lt;br /&gt;To the self righteous, moral, upright viagra sucking limp pricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell&lt;br /&gt;To the smoke filled tacky rooms and blackened skies of the fossil burning, unchanging dinosaur, pea brain mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell&lt;br /&gt;To arms, to pageant queens,to the phony magic kingdom, cartoon fantasy, greedy vegas pharaohs, who worship themselves and each other with a parade of award shows and holidays befitting the class, style and imagination of a biker build off trophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell&lt;br /&gt;To the robed and suited in armor and armani, lurking behind closed doors, inside cloistered temples, using and abusing every child within the pathetic, desperate reach of the dirty constructed and perverted halls of denial, while plotting and planning their own eminent demise, touting the false virtues of a system so riddled with holy decay, that its stench envelopes the planet with the cheesy air waves of its own putrid consumption.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Farewell&lt;br /&gt;To both the religious, the right, the left, the GOD damned lazy ass self center, for in THE END which they so much desire and build toward, we the MEEK, the compassionate of heart, the vital and healthy of spirit, the strong of desire and faith, the people, the POETS who all*ways lift their proud heads and helping hands from the clouds and dust of the shattered remains, will usher forth an age built upon the crumbled decay of hate and fear, which lies beneath the dead surface of this current wasted reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell&lt;br /&gt;To all who ignore TRUTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Bruce Larson*Moore of Poetic*Service&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-111333525958722583?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/111333525958722583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=111333525958722583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/111333525958722583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/111333525958722583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2005/04/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-111238452093685111</id><published>2005-04-01T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T17:00:38.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The*Stage</title><content type='html'>The stage is being set, for all the world is a stage, fear not the power of fear for all that it has done and will accomplish is to prepare the ground for the opening act of the true reality. As chaos seems to engulf all that you believe to be sacred and good, know that your belief is only a trust in what you can see and feel at this moment. The constructed power of MAN is shifted by false reality and thus it is a painful and slow building of state, a prison to encompass it’s inmates. The power of truth is shifted in the blink of a moment, the clear and present reality which all know to be the true desire and reality of the whole is given over in a flash of change, creating what now is, from what once was.  The result is all*ways truth, and that truth is based on the path of L.O.V.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Everything you see and feel the leaders you have chosen doing is only the setting of the stage, for they are simply stagehands, roadies who’s only desire is to set up a good show.  They can only see the moment, they live and think in constructs, the creation of change is an act of truth, beyond the reality of the moment.  You can only be held by that which is being if you are in that moment or desire what the construct is offering. Living in the reality of truth, embracing the inevitability of change, frees one of the moment and removes one from the constraints of E.V.O.L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If your desire is to be in the moment or to be cradled by a past construct, than your fate is tied to oblivion.  If you choose to be within the creation of truth, beyond this moment, looking only toward the reality of truth and acting on the path of L.O.V.E. your fate is wrapped in the continuum of truth the single reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change your life, change the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-111238452093685111?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/111238452093685111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=111238452093685111&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/111238452093685111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/111238452093685111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2005/04/thestage.html' title='The*Stage'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831374.post-111229769650826702</id><published>2005-03-31T11:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T16:06:36.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoken*Words</title><content type='html'>Art is about shifting realities, drawing the artist vision into focus for others to enjoy and ponder.  Taking the audience on a visual, spiritual, sensual and emotional journey.  Whether in sculpture, on canvas, photographed, played out on stage, recorded in music, motion pictures or the written and spoken word, art is about showing and celebrating the emotional beauty, history and ever changing reality that is life and living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Without question the art of motion pictures and the television media have captured the global consciousness and attention of man more completely than any other art form in history has.  The only thing that even comes close in comparison is our love for and interest in the natural world, the place we grew up in, the womb of all life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Throughout all the history of human art there has been one constant ever changing yet basic medium that ties all art mediums together, the one basic talent which started the entire history of art and the human condition.  That medium is the Spoken Word, without which we would not exist in the form we do now.  It encompasses everything we do and of course is central to every interaction we take with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It can be easily argued that Poetry was the very first art form, developed as oral history by the human condition.  Story telling was perhaps the single most important act that led to our success as a species.  Poetry helped to create art and the human condition, it has kept us together and connected through out all the joy, sorrow, and change of our history on earth.  And ironically even though the spoken word is quite simply the act of living in all it’s myriad forms and the foundation of all other human interaction, it is the least performed, read, appreciated and least understood of all the varied art forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Our world has become a many splendid and splintered stage, with everything and everyone in competition for attention and their 15 minutes.  Also ironically but actually more justifiably it is the spoken word which now stands ready in the wings, as it all*ways has to unite us into the beauty and wonderment of the living poetry that the human condition has all*ways had the most desire to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One United Tribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It is the spoken word that ties us to one another, that has kept us together, allowed us to develop everything we have and everything we are.  And it is the spoken word which can now bring us back together into the original tribe we once set out to become all those millions of years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The spoken word unites us, defines us, celebrates us, and all of creation both mortal and divine, terrestrial and spiritual.  Spoken word has all*ways been and is the single saving grace of humanity, and it is now poised in this moment of our history to guide us as it all*ways does into the bright, shining, brilliant,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age of Compassion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is what VIP*Media is about, uniting the human condition under one umbrella, into one varied multi cultured garden of living poetry.  Drawing all forms of art, living and life into a human Ark of Creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The poets, the people, have all*ways had the ability to change the world, and that is true now more than any previous time.  History is filled with poet warriors, kings, queens, royal and commoner alike, with one basic desire that threads them all together, a desire to change and improve on what came before them, and most of all a desire to unite the tribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For the first time in our history the tools and power to accomplish that unification are at hand.  Tools that nearly every child on the planet can master with little or any need of adult manipulation.  The beauty and justice of it all is that they are using the written and spoken word to accomplish this dream which has eluded us for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This Revolution is teaching us all what we instinctively knew in the very beginning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we need to do is -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Keep Talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into that continuum enters VIP*Media, pulling all the arts into one global form of communication, giving every child the ability to voice their dreams and desire to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they are saying is -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are Living*Poetry &lt;br /&gt;Welcome to “our” Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home of the Bitchun*Society&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11831374-111229769650826702?l=livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/111229769650826702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11831374&amp;postID=111229769650826702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/111229769650826702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11831374/posts/default/111229769650826702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingpoetrygarden.blogspot.com/2005/03/spokenwords_31.html' title='Spoken*Words'/><author><name>Bruce Larson*Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16511577883098816250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.timeless-ink-press.com/ink/images/poetboy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
