I'm a blue collar worker in a red state I got the stars and the bars on my tail gate
I work a night shift from sunset to the crack of dawn Scattered smothered covered capped alone in the waffle crowd They wonder what I 'm on..
Surviving in the Devils world with all the Value gone
I'm a blue collar worker in a red state I got the stars and the bars on my tailgate
Four wheel drive keeps his Wilderness alive in me Unlimited Talk and Text, Mine yours and theirs Loved by more dads and Moms then a Kid Can keep track of so the Book-Face does it for em
I'm a blue collar worker in a red state I got the stars and the bars on my tailgate
Who carry' s books home from school? Has the internet wiped Rural away ? Put Country Boy here to stay?
I'm a blue collar worker in a red state I got the stars and the bars on my tailgate
Impatient for it to end,I've Got Grace, I Don't Hate
I'm a blue collar worker in a red state I got the stars and the bars on my tailgate
Being that fifty thousand old fashion factories have closed over the last thirty years, all we seem to have now are white collar, and unemployed workers in a numb drunken State that‘s neither red nor blue. That old fashion blue collar red state stereotype is quickly becoming an anachronism. Factory work these days is high tech requiring advanced degrees whereby inferred eyed metal collared robots do all the menial tasks. God is just a mood that has evolve within the human brain over eons of time as a beautiful survival trait. Moods must be felt, for there’s really no adequate expression for them. What’s a human being really other than a continuous flux of complex non-verbal moods that give him the illusion of consciousness, and an instinct for self-preservation. We also have our logic and memory, but computers are much better at this than we are. I’ve yet to encounter a moody computer who’s self-conscious.
This feels to me like being in a place you don't belong. Like being defined in a misrepresentation of your won value system by being stuck in a system assimilating everything and everyone into a mass devaluation of our society for the "global good".
I see the frustration of not being able to stand for anything or even defend anything beyond meaningless rhetoric of days gone...
Interesting write and a refreshingly intelligent political poem.
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
intelligent, thank you David, if you only knew some of my goofs. I liked throwing the ? Veil out to .. read moreintelligent, thank you David, if you only knew some of my goofs. I liked throwing the ? Veil out to the reader, a kinda "cobweb" to walk through, that will still cling as they walk away. Our preconceived ideas are fun to toy with.
Being that fifty thousand old fashion factories have closed over the last thirty years, all we seem to have now are white collar, and unemployed workers in a numb drunken State that‘s neither red nor blue. That old fashion blue collar red state stereotype is quickly becoming an anachronism. Factory work these days is high tech requiring advanced degrees whereby inferred eyed metal collared robots do all the menial tasks. God is just a mood that has evolve within the human brain over eons of time as a beautiful survival trait. Moods must be felt, for there’s really no adequate expression for them. What’s a human being really other than a continuous flux of complex non-verbal moods that give him the illusion of consciousness, and an instinct for self-preservation. We also have our logic and memory, but computers are much better at this than we are. I’ve yet to encounter a moody computer who’s self-conscious.
There is a Cree prophesy which states:
Only after the last tree has been cut down
Only after the last river has been poisoned
Only after the last fish has been caught
Only then you will find out that money cannot be eaten.
“How to Overthrow the System: brew your own beer; kick in your Tee Vee; kill your own beef; build your own cabin and piss off the front porch whenever you bloody well feel like it.”
― Edward Abbey
Spotsylvania and Orange Counties, Virginia
On May 5, 1864, the Union Army of the Potomac once again locked horns with the Army of Northern Virginia in the dense thickets known as the Wilderness of Spotsylvania. Over the course of two days, the two armies fought to a bloody stalemate, inaugurating a new era of violence in the war in the East. Though badly bloodied in the fighting, the Federals continued their march to the south
The Spotsylvania campaign of twelve days was marked by almost daily combats. It was General Lee's habit in those days of physical and mental trial to retire about 10 or 11 at night, to rise at 3 A. M., breakfast by candle-light, and return to the front, spending the entire day on the lines. The 9th of May was spent by both armies mainly in strengthening their positions by throwing up intrenchments. The day was marked, however, by the death of General Sedgwick, who was killed by a Confederate sharp-shooter. He was much liked and respected by his old West Point comrades in the Confederate army, and his death was a real sorrow to them. By
Charles S. Vernable, Lieutenant-Colonel, C. S. A., Of General Lee's Staff
In the developing Christian tradition the Wilderness is a place or state of withdrawal from the world to face the reality of God, oneself and one’s neighbor, and to overcome the power of evil.
Matthew 4:1-25
Then Jesus was led up by the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted by the devil. And after fasting forty days and forty nights, he was hungry. And the tempter came and said to him, “If you are the Son of God, command these stones to become loaves of bread.” But he answered, “It is written, “‘Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that comes from the mouth of God.’” Then the devil took him to the holy city and set him on the pinnacle of the temple
Genesis 21:17-21
And God heard the voice of the boy, and the angel of God called to Hagar from heaven and said to her, “What troubles you, Hagar? Fear not, for God has heard the voice of the boy where he is. Up! Lift up the boy, and hold him fast with your hand, for I will make him into a great nation.” Then God opened her eyes, and she saw a well of water. And she went and filled the skin with water and gave the boy a drink. And God was with the boy, and he grew up. He lived in the wilderness and became an expert with the bow. He lived in the wilderness of Paran, and his mother took a wife for him from the land of Egypt.
Jezebel sent Elijah a threatening message. Carnal hearts are hardened and enraged against God, by that which should convince and conquer them. Great faith is not always alike strong. He might be serviceable to Israel at this time, and had all reason to depend upon God's protection, while doing God's work; yet he flees. His was not the deliberate desire of grace, as Paul's, to depart and be with Christ. God thus left Elijah to himself, to show that when he was bold and strong, it was
in the Lord, and the power of his might; but of himself he was no better than his fathers. God knows what he designs us for, though we do not, what services, what trials, and he will take care that we are furnished with grace sufficient. (1Ki 19:9-13)
Matthew 4:1-11
8 Again, the devil took him to a very high mountain and showed him all the kingdoms of the world and their splendor. 9 “All this I will give you,” he said, “if you will bow down and worship me.”
This is so cool! Kinda made me think of a song, I might snap my fingers, sing along... And made me ask myself, if the worlds of technology and wilderness, can coexist... I think they can, if we want them to, at least for ourselves...
I loved best, these lines:
...Surviving in the Devils world with all the Value gone...
...Four wheel drive keeps his Wilderness alive in me...
You couldn't have said it better!! It's those blue collar workers in a red state that make me proud to be American! The stars and stripes on the tailgate show love and respect for family and country!! We just pray it lasts, and lasts and lasts as it happens and happens and happens!!
Love this one!!
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