between midnight and dawn

Crap-A-Edu-cATion-Crap !!!

no connecticut, no bridgeport, no school either for my kid
because i'm poor and my kid need no school
when i move in to a rat hole
in the county jail

for our lives don't count no mo than dirt
in connecticut
in bridgeport
for we are poor

How Our War on the Poor Landed One Homeless Mother in Jail | | AlterNet

Convicted of larceny for improperly enrolling her son in school, a mother now faces 12 years behind bars. What do poverty and racism have to do with her conviction? Everything.

a wrong is a wrong. 

the secret killing drone is wrong.

                             ~ me haiku

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Air Force MQ-9 Reaper (AFP Photo / USAF)

…………….

sat on the saturday

The Gonging Song
© Richard Chu / Oct. 7, 2011


I cried every time I heard the bugle sound
i sobbed each time i listened to the song

and there're people singing...
… There goes Robert E. Lee...
… the night they drove old dixie down...

I wept every time I heard the echoing rounds
of the church bell gong
from the valley ground
through the thicket of the misty crests
up on the Pacific highland of the town

I cracked each time when they sang the holy songs
of the Heavenly Almighty God

For the battles they have won and the crusades they've done
in his name

while I remembered Colonel Walter E. Kurtz saying

… We must kill them… army after army...
That's my dream; that's my nightmare…

The day they destroy the old world order, Christ!
in his name

I cried every time I heard them bugles sound
and the church bells gong

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drizzling dreams

like a silver lining,

it hops out of the other side of the universal darkness

calling it another day

in heavens

I Saw Myself Running

I saw myself last night running down the dimmed sunset boulevard strip

under the last streaming light of the twilight

chased by no one and chasing nobody

I was running, like a wild man

on an one-way trip

from home

or whom?

something was choked in my throat

and it tasted so extremely like a French Sourdough

went sour

I felt nausea, I felt sick

and I kept running, toward the setting sunlight

like a lost dog gone wild

wondering where I am headed and

where my future is leading me

when I run out of the land's end

and submerge into the huge orange horizon

which was barely floating above

the sun-setting ocean

~END~

freakin' tuesday late night

gettin' freakin' @ richard chu
6/15/2010 midnight cries

gettin' freakin' drunk every freakin' night
isn't my first or best choice for a good time
nor, so to speak, a bad time

but what else option do i, or even you, so to speak,
have!?

the bankers of the young generation Y
who's been screwing' around with anything that's moving
like your credit report or anything
that's supposed to be still and solid
like your real-estate

All for no-good reason why!

so we got this so called credit crises
and economoy downfall

to the days of the end of our dying
cry!

and cries!

what else option do i, or even you, so to speak,
have!?

when the oil rig has been exploded and sunk in the deep oceans
while the BP's deep water horizon's projected leak-of-no-cure
to pollute the entire horizons
of Gulf of Mexico
until the doom of the world's closure (or disclosure)
of the earth's busted eco-viro
with its existing creatures
and the animal-homo

All for no-good reasons...
and why!

what else option do i, or even you, so to speak,
have!? --

as a little human being on the struggling daily campaign
for a basic living

but…

gettin' freakin' drunk every freakin' night
isn't my first or best choice for a good time
nor, so to speak, a bad time

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the day i became 57 yr-ol plus 1 day

who will i be © 3/28/2010

who will i be and
who will i remember when
i think of me
after years from now, and
before the world comes to its end?

who says the wind will stop on its own and
no need of anyone to stop it for any reason?

who says the storms will die
when
the stars and moon appear again
and
ignite our sky

who says i should believe it
and
i ought to appreciate it

when
the darkness's gone
and
the light's back
shining on my path

and it's time that
i shall recollect
me
and
my own self

of which i
have always believed that
i have never truly owned

and

never truly liked