Sunday, October 14, 2018

CIA Slavery Mode in 21st Century & Ongoing MKultra



The issue with the CIA is a touchy subject, barely anyone discusses today, including Presidents and Congress. It's almost as if no one is allowed to talk about their wrongdoing and harm to human beings. Why is that?

Are they so evil and ruthless that no one can discuss or do anything about their evils and crimes? Are they so tyrannical that they don't have to make amends to people they have harmed? Is government that busy that it will overlook millions of lives affected, deaths in families, brutal wars amongst groups of people, or consistently allow them to reign with immunity and serve ruthless interests by barring court lawsuits and a justice reform system that disqualifies evil CIA attempts to control society in ways that undermine the highest ethics?

I should think government should be on top of this issue day in and out, after all, what's the sense in government if a tyrannical ruthless agency is going to undermine everything America is supposed to stand for?

The MKultra experiments is a long senseless ceaseless story of criminality involving CIA so terrible, long, and hideous; one may understand that the CIA within itself perpetrated a war against Americans using some of the most evil and underhanded methods of control, that trying to lure Americans out of this barbarity and horror is going to take a long time. After all, most Americans don't like to believe that their own government could be that evil; it's like telling a mother her own son just murdered and tortured thousands of people when she thought he was a smiling cherub.

The CIA conducted 149 massive huge-scaled unethical experiments on the American people that involved torture, mind-control, druggings, war, and ethnic clashes.

For instance, the CIA throughout the 50s on forward were predominantly White Christian men who did not approve nor like Black society, Jewish Society, or Hispanic society.  As far as they were concerned as a cult (backed by government status); every one of those groups were meant to be slaves to their will or purpose and didn't have a right to be in America or enjoy happiness.

They would run games that turned groups of people against each other including families.  They did so many crimes and torture, it's no wonder that all of them weren't locked up for good inside a prison where they should have been all this time unable to perpetrate any more crimes.

While people believed that CIA were looking out for their best interests, they were not; they were inflicting terrible suffering on the American people by the millions, destroying livelihoods, running slave trades, promoting child prostitution, murdering fathers, brothers, and uncles; robbing people, lying to people, using people as slaves to do their bidding and then blaming other countries for America's problems.

You cannot forgive some of the things they did to people no matter how much of a Jesus worshipper you are; these are unforgivable crimes to not be forgotten NOR FORGIVEN.


There are numerous undercover crimes that have committed upon the American people that everyone should know about and be aware of. I can only begin to ski the surface, but will provide info and articles for the purpose of educating the public; so that these crimes do not take place again; although, I am skeptical if the CIA will ever cease doing underhanded acts; as of yet, the CIA has not been held fully accountable for the harm and destruction they have caused Americans.

Links are provided for study material; to teach in colleges, high schools, and more and to help law enforcement understand the solid criminal nature and background of CIA members so they too can take legal action.

Lawsuits should surface and judges need to stand with the American people, which is the real power.



FACTS REGARDING CIA EXPERIMENTS:
CIA members used psychiatry to discredit people and their families. They subjected those they did not like to terrible hideous mind altering psychiatric treatments that disabled them and destroyed their lives. They labeled perfectly normal healthy men and women with labels, such as "paranoid schizophrenic" so that anything they said concerning the illegal crimes and experiments to others would be discredited and they would be called, "Crazy" or "insane" WHEN IN FACT NONE WERE insane or crazy.  This was especially so for those who may have been aware of the illegal Nazi-like experiments, such as doctors who worked in the military, air force, service men or women, every member of their families, nurses, secretaries who worked at military hospitals or offices, and so forth.

I know, because my family became a victim, after my dad, then a normal MD intent on saving lives and healing people entered the US Air Force in Texas to service our country. The rest of the story is a tragedy and unbearable. We became a target and some of my family members were either murdered or tortured. I was tortured by the CIA at ten years old and a string of serious offences took place against me by CIA members throughout my childhood.

I know what they did, how they did some of it, and am a legal witness to their varied crimes.

The CIA intent on controlling all society to do their bidding and will and not to deviate from the extremist insane agenda was the real aim. They distributed hard core drugs to children at elementary schools and young kids in high school all over the USA. They manufactured LSD and other drugs and handed them out like cookies anywhere they could, especially in areas where the poor lived or minority groups lived.  They raped and kidnapped little girls and tried to turn them into mindless bodies to their illegal will. They terrorized families and mothers, children, and did it so secretly that most people wouldn't even suspect it was CIA members all along. They had their own garbage company and posed as garbage men and would also rob people's residences of anything they chose; whether it was any sort of film footage from army bases, or written works and tapes.  Anything they could do to hide their crimes from the public they would do and that included MURDERING Dr. Olson who they pushed off the 13th floor after they suspected he wasn't going to keep any secrets secret long.

They turned everyday normal children and adults into vegetables using psychiatry.  They would hand out diagnoses that didn't even exist and still DO NOT, such as "chemical imbalance". They would easily come up with this diagnoses without any scientific testing knowing nothing at all what was going on in the brain of a person. If they were from a family suspected of knowing any of their crimes, they became a target. Once they had the person inside a psychiatric facility they would bombard the person with electric shock to the brain to cause them to "forget" anything, experiment and feed them masses of doses of LSD, drugs, and all types of drugs to cause them confusion, despair, terror, and most of the time managed to turn healthy functional teens, children, and adults into terrorized humans who thought and acted like 2 year olds incapable of gaining power through earning money, incapable of concentration, incapable of going to school and learning (gaining knowledge, therefore power); incapable of discussing anything political or newsworthy, and incapable of standing up for anyone's rights, let alone their own.

The psychiatric industry worked right alongside the CIA and in fact, much of the psychiatric industry were CIA employees although the public did not know it.  They fed patients something called, "antipsychotics" in huge doses; which do nothing to cure anything but cause hallucinations, weakness, lethargy, loss of energy, lack of vigor, and make them lose touch with reality.  If you have ever used an mind altering chemical of any sort, you may understand the criminal intent and the severe crimes these druggings are and were.



The CIA targeted children, that is little girls who they were intent on turning into prostitutes to do their bidding; little girls who would grow up screwing and messing with those they needed info from.  They basically stole children from their mothers, terrorized them, tortured them, strangled, subjected them to hideous crimes, then would threaten their families if they told anyone.

This was a typical CIA M.O. and whether you believe it or not: I am witness to this and insist, you face the truth now.

They tried to change the brain functions of people through the use of LSD thinking that it would help their slaves be able to see beyond time and space to spy on enemies for them.  LSD caused the boundaries of everyday existence to cease because the mind is much more capable than most people know.  They were such sick cowards, that they used people like slaves against their wills and without permission as their slaves because they didn't want to do the work themselves. Thousands of paid CIA members taking slaves everywhere in the USA without pay, without permission, with criminal intent, and through terror acts all because a bunch of lazy psycho extremist racist fucking maniacs didn't want to do the work necessary protecting the country themselves.

They terrorized and harmed, murdered and sickened so many Americans but when it came time to protect America from foreign invaders they sat there doing nothing; yet, the American people were paying the CIA to protect Americans from foreign invaders and harm. Doesn't make much ethical sense now, does it?

Public sharing states that the CIA MKultra experiments went on until 1973, but this is a fallacy.  The Rockefeller Commission only pulled some covers at that time and Richard Helms, the head director destroyed millions of CIA documents to cover his list of heinous crimes as well in 1973, but the illegal criminal experiments continued after 1973.

In fact, afterwards the CIA invested in crack cocaine and started promoting and distributing this drug in prominent Black neighborhoods in the 1980s.  They were funding the Contra war using monies made in Black neighborhoods and didn't mind people falling ill or the war and fighting the drug caused.

But, like I said naive people love to believe that the government is really interested in their white picket fence, their well being, their lives and so forth. Some of the time, yes, there are politicians who take the right road, are on the right side of God, do the right thing and think of the best overall well being of others, but the CIA has a huge bad rap and has not been reformed.

The immense slave mentality the CIA has today, and this is 2018 is very real. They use "slaves" who they owe money to but deprive monies, pay, and more. Their overall mentality is heinous and despicable, immoral and because there are no secret courts they find it easy to get away with many crimes.  A secret court means, someone can walk into a court and do a lawsuit, but according to the rules one cannot say names of people who work for the CIA so it's easy for them to get off on many crimes. Much of the time, the slave won't even know the real names of CIA officials, because they use fake names as covers.  People who work for government want to empower government over the people, even if it means sacrificing goodness, honesty, morality, ethics, and justice. This goes for all Presidents thus far in office, of course all males who still bow and bend to CIA types of disethics and immorality as they did when the CIA were killing, murdering, drugging up, torturing, kidnapping, and robbing Americans.

The main issue is educating people so they no longer bow and bend to tyrants nor learn to patronize evil; this is one way to enlighten and help Americans progress.
Also, it's a good idea to start educating Psychiatric and psychological students who plan on a plan that undermines ethics and morality in America.  To blindly use unethical tactics on patients such as drugging, electric shock, and other forms of torture is blase and out of style these days.  None of their drugs nor procedures have ever so called "cured" anyone, but typically disable patients even more so so that they turn into semi or full blown disabled conditions and states of being. Feeding a patient with a handful of antipsychotics does nothing to help a patient recover; it only profits psychiatrists and pill corporations.

Teaching a semi barbaric race of beings to progress to higher ground is going to take time, education, experience, understanding, and yes, empathy though. Having patience is a virtue for it will take many years to change our society to uphold our innate laws that live within us: All are created equal, child, woman, and man; no one deserves slavery; torture is not the best way to handle human beings or animals; drugs are oft time unnecessary; there are much higher standards involved with protecting a nation and THAT DOES NOT INCLUDE TORTURING AND DISREGARDING YOUR OWN CITIZENS TO DO SO, and so much more.

Read, understand, study, and share. Unfortunately, most of your US colleges and Universities are still held down in secret mode and won't teach their students about the hideous immoral MKultra experiments and the diabolical & underhanded psychiatric industry. They want robots to keep perpetrating harm to profit their own coffiers and to enrich pill manufacturing corporations who have done nothing to cure any one of any mental so called illness.  Personally, most don't even exist and doctors know nothing about the brain in a way that would bring them up to full ethics and morality. You cannot understand the human soul and spirit just by slicing and dicing things apart or putting them under the microscope. You cannot invent a pill cure for being tortured, raped, robbed, strangled with pills and electric shock or silly labels. You can put someone into a sleep with drugs, make them see pink elephants and see the waves of sound moving around; but can you really control people non stop through torture in America?

This is up to everyone involved, the naive as well who still would like to believe that every US agency has their best interests in mind. I wish it were so. You can't force barbarian criminals to become free thinking, upstanding, completely moral, and empathetic progressed human beings overnight.


Thursday, October 4, 2018

Poetry - Revolution , Harlem Renaissance, Intelligence Test - Donald Juan, Landmarks and Icons - Sing My Song, It's Business this Time 'Round, Sound, Song of the Diatoms, and More Poems for a Literate World . . .


Becoming


Be

by debbie davidsohn

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equality?==== 

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Acknowledgements and Gratitude




A big thank you to my professor, Dorothy Barresi, a great poet in her own right; my crit group students in English 491, Katelin Shelly, Juan Gramajo, Brian Andrade, Harley Parker, Brian Andrade, Maricela Marin, Mandy Chen, Eva Sahakyan, Aubrey Harris, and Anna Tutunjian; Uncle Luis Davidsohn, my mom, Harriet and her supportive love, her boyfriend, Ron and his jokes, plus his house once in a while, so I could be close to CSUN, and my dogs, Heidi Pup and Ford, who stuck by me during long hours of writing and editing.  

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Becoming Be

Chapbook of Poetry
by
Debbie Davidsohn






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Here is some of my poetry. My name is debbie davidsohn. 

I have been writing poetry since I was a child. I studied as an English major in college at one point and earned a BA in Fine Art and a minor in English / creative writing besides for my private academy studies in dance, choreography, music, voice & singing, opera, acting & theatre (colleges & private) I also earned a liberal arts degree in humanities & arts. I am nearing an mfa university degree as well.


Revolution
By Debbie Davidsohn


I remember the flower children
dancing in Hancock Park,
hippies and mastodons
side by side
my mom working (no revolution for her),
the boys as loud as the music,
flower haired giants
dancing hippy girls
looked like fairy brides in
long flowing skirts
of dotted swiss, bell-bottom jeans
and halter tops.

America, where’s your joy
now?


Me, the smallest of them all,
embraced by the flower people
who held my hand.
we formed a line across the park
and ran down the park hill together like a
battalion of joy, singing, shouting . . .
rejoicing along the way.


Julie, my sister,
the prettiest
daisies in her hair,
played guitar
“we are stardust, we are golden
and we got to get ourselves back to the garden”

there was power in our love,
world. Where is your love, America?



© Debbie Davidsohn – All Rights Reserved U.S.A. 





Harlem Renaissance
by
Debbie Davidsohn

Harlem Renaissance
    a beginning
        voices rise up
            black sadness
                the weary blues
                    create your beauty

            I know your hardness
            I know your past
            I know what it is like
            to be left out

cry your song
        don’t take mine
      I wasn’t there
   but, I have known slavery
being treated as a slave, too.

rise above those who hate you
   create your life
      make your lives rich
         row a while with me.

                        I do not hate you

         Remember,
        the “Monarch Butterfly”1
                   
                 I wrote,
               somewhere, locked
              in that white house’s files
             near, the burning bush
            within years,
           of the fallen towers,
         unlocked, by your love
        somehow

      made, at the refrain,
     the turn,
    within,
   a new movement
  because,
 black lives matter is my art too


© Debbie Davidsohn – All Rights Reserved U.S.A. 


1. “Monarch Butterfly” was a poem I wrote for Rosa Parks in 2005 the day she passed away.  I saw a dead monarch butterfly outside my abode on the near root portion of a tree the day she passed away.  I emailed this poem to the White House staff, but I never recovered the poem, for my email system was wiped out by MSN when it purchased WebTV, which was the server I wrote my poem on. They soon built a large memorial for her. 




Intelligence Test – Donald Juan
by
Debbie Davidsohn




he would make me eat
bullets
before he’d come to his senses . . .
it’s like teaching
a rooster to make chicken soup
because, he was born
privileged,
empowered,
male.

a screwdriver
who molested the laws
raped justice
and screwed some of my life

a dragon could breathe fire
at him
but he isn’t a knight
in shining armor
he won’t do what’s right.

I’ll just let him be the pea he is,
using his size and money
to Simon Legree butterflies
while he hides under a leaf.

he used women
to stuff his bank accounts with
sees us as his slaves,
only side jewels allowed
he cannot beat down the sun.
donald juan
and his merry bag of tricks.


© Debbie Davidsohn – All Rights Reserved U.S.A. - 2016




Landmarks and Icons
Sing My Song
by Debbie Davidsohn

I want to kiss the sky
on Brooklyn Bridge
and sing my song.

I want to dance the second line
on Bourbon Street
its array of colorful lights
the Soul Center,
with its flags
for Mardi Gras
and sing my song.

I want to earn the wealth
of Fort Knox
stacks of gold bullion,
and dance on top
of that gold power
and sing my song.

I want to ride the Calico Railroad
at Knott’s Berry Farm
and sing my song.

I want to walk
up Bleecker Street
down St. Marks
in Greenwich Village
and sing my song.


 I want to shop at
Wing Wa Hing
and Ooga Booga
in Chinatown
and sing my song.

I want to ride my bicycle
in the Bowery
and sing my song.

I want to dance
a lyrical ballet
barefoot,
a figure eight
sideways, the sign for eternity,
in Hyde Park
and sing my song.

c All Rights Reserved USA 2016




It’s Business this Time ‘Round
by Debbie Davidsohn


There’s no business
like show business
I am a demigoddess
whether he says so or not

I don’t ask his permission—
he’ll never own it all,
never did and
he does not own me
(although, he thought he did)

I kicked that bully off my back.
He better do an
about-face:
he’s on the “z” list for good.

He’s been lost in psychobabble
trying to rough me around
with his backroom
misogynist
politics
and,
perversions;

he’s a dirty clown.
It’s business this time around.

I’ll make a friendly wager
even though I’ve been bitter about love,
I had some bum raps
by a jealous man
who is non compos mentis.

He was some kind of mistake
a mutation, a morose
immoral disfigurement of unkind
(all too common)
but, it’s still business this time around
so, just show me the money.


c All Rights Reserved USA 2016 


 Sound

by Debbie Davidsohn  


A background figure
near Rembrandt
wearing Tampax
in a convex mirror.

A seer
for the cause
they owe money
they shall live life in their mirror.

Art from steel wire
native roast peaches
yearlings outside the window
a cow’s meow.

Measure per treasure
Scorsese and lace
dreaming,
yet, freeing me
from the hiss
of a muffed scoundrel.

  
 © Debbie Davidsohn – All Rights Reserved U.S.A. 


Song of the Diatoms

by Debbie Davidsohn

1. Grains of sand,
trillions possibly . . . .

I walked and ran across the beach
and shore;
at 16, I made love under the stars
on the sand with my boyfriend
where,
I once played at 8 and ten,
and ate tuna fish
sandwiches as a child,
my mother near; I
listened to the sound of
the ocean
inside a frog shell.

grains of sand
parts of sea shells
corals, skeletons and
sponge
close-up, beautiful
honeycombed coral nodules
and, striped shells
polished by eons
of waves.

grains of sand,
jewel-like
little stars
foraminifera shells,
tiny one-celled sea creatures.

We walked
on the sand
at night.
I thought I was in love;
and he would lead me
to higher ground on LSD,
the sand remains.


 ........


grains of time
erosion of volcanoes,
swept by waves
thousands and millions
of years ago.

semi-precious peridot
tinted
green, from a mineral,
olivine.
a remnant of a

marine snail shell,
precious spiral,
akin to galaxies,
the natural design.
pink coral was
the ring he gave me,
after his trip to Hawaii,

7 years later
stolen by a greedy lover,
a thief of love, a cruel
grain of sand,
in the scheme of life.

green epidot,
iron-rich red agates,
black magnetite,
pink garnets,
hematite.


a small grain of copper
tiny crystals;
sapphire,
fragments of baby sea urchin shells,
biogenic sand.



the screen and its ads
obscures the view.
scientists presume the
number of grains of sand
and planets
in the universe:
is it like estimating
the amount of marbles in a jar?
there is one me,
one you—not two!

2. Clearwater:
different colors,
bits of sand dollars,
stereo microscopic
pieces of life,
rounded edges
indicate older sand;
sharp edges indicate
sand’s youth.

Maui:
calcium carbonite, basalt,
weathered by waves and wind
at the shore;
Lake Powell:
mica and hornblende;
Caribbean sand:
white sand is
Parrotfish droppings.

tiny snails,
intense wave action
glossy coral drops
tiny tooth of a baby whale
or of,
a sea captain who lost
his way.



Guam:
green sand;
olivine crystals
derived,
from lava cone
where,
the green frog prince
took his first
steps on the land.


Malibu:
kyanite,
sky blue
midnight blue
for its night hue
minerals:
garnet, paragonite,
phengite, quartz,
kaolinite, a clay;
calcite, aragonite,
ankerite, dolomite,
hematite, limonite,
goethite, and albite.

William Blake
did not see
Namibia, Africa—
a tiny diamond
black magnetite
Fanore, Ireland:
purple tips of
sea urchins,
internal skeleton
of a sponge.

Negative ions,
to heal a whale;
or your soul.
listen to the song
of the diatoms,
producers of our oxygen,
yet our warming
is sending them
to the bottom, to sink,
from our diatomless
grains of grains. 


wading at the shore
at Venice Beach,
a Native Indian’s medicine bag
floated to me
within: a five
dollar bill
wet,
I then lost it in the sea
for someone else to find
as treasure.


© Debbie Davidsohn – All Rights Reserved U.S.A. 



Hollywood Dreams

I want to put on
a pair of wings,
walk down Hollywood Blvd.
notice drivers in cars
turn their heads.
I want to walk
in a pair of
big white wings bigger than
their economic pinions
as if no one would notice

I want to walk
past the old Ivar stage
the sex shop
with rainbow
dildos,  push-up bras with rhinestones,
pink lack teddies, black fishnet stockings,
cherry flavored condoms;

the movie theatre,
with a cinematographer
or two
in full view,
Grauman’s Chinese
tourists from Japan,
Europe and America,
from anywhere

looking to the golden
valley of dreams
in the
New York Pizzeria
where 3.95 buys you
a coke and a big slice
those kind of Hollywood
dreams


the red carpet
movie theatres
singing my song
over past the
collectibles shop
selling nickel plated oscars

I’m filming
a music video
wings made
of money
flapping in the wind –
plenty of it, finally.
my divine right
my revenge
for what they did,

for their misogyny,
their crimes,
motivations to oppress me,
deprive me a career,
economic independence,
make me subservient,
poor,
codependent, with no
legal recourse or justice,
no money to pay
the judge-jester and his jolly
17th century-like co-workers

richer than rich
my new fashion
from now on –
black wings
let it fly
let it fly







© Debbie Davidsohn – All Rights Reserved U.S.A. 






Dog Lady in a Barrio




We may understand
differently,
you and
I

we may speak
a different language

we may read from
left
to right
right to
left
or up
and down

we may dance
jazz, ballet, or
freestyle
sing, “The National Anthem,”
“Purple Haze,” or
“Blow Wind Blow,”
or use a different
noun

we all know love,
or want to
we all find
heartbreak
in its many ways

we all learn
we all need praise
we give and we get

may we find common ground
as our views collide,
may we realize a
common cause
if we get stuck
wayside.

© Debbie Davidsohn – All Rights Reserved U.S.A.  



Alice’s Pad



You gave the bird
in the most super bitchin’ way
like, far out, dig
the flat topped fuzz
looked at you
with a “f**kin A”
in his hands

while you eyed a fox
flowerchild wearing a funky
dress,
you noticed you had no bread
to ask her out
on a date.

you walked over
wearing thongs
and invited her
to Alice’s pad.

she told you,
“right on, fab man,
I’ve been to the commune before”

she put on her shades
you both shined the
man behind you
in psychedelic threads.

crossing over a few miles
to the other side of town
a small farm
where lambs roamed
free and horses played
and loved,
vegetarians drank tea.

a bunch of friends
sat on tree trunks
some smokin’,

all wearing flowers
in their hair
peace signs around their necks,
most with smiles



you and she
ordered brownies
and sipped Yogi tea,
enjoying the now

you swore to Buddha
that she  was the girl
of your dreams;
that you’d spend forever
loving, knowing,
and making love with her.

the hip dude
with Jesus boots
walked up to you both
and offered a free, groovy
wedding ceremony

right there
at Alice’s Pad
in a real hang loose atmosphere
on the farm where  

you both agreed
were married right there
Alice’s brownies,
the wedding cake,
with all your hip cool friends

as the Vietnam War raged on,
and POWs were the new trend
and style in news atmosphere.
your marriage was not
legal, because the government
did not have its pockets
filled with yours inside out

you didn’t need
a piece of paper
keeping you tied and true,
but, like a slave in history,
you made your way to Canada
to avoid the lottery, the call of government
to kill for no reason, for their military industrial profits; to win a war they never would.

you and your bride
slipped back
to Woodstock
in the summer of ’69,
even stuck around

for Jimi
the last time
you’d hear him live,
but so many left when
he wailed on his guitar

like a fugitive
you left,
she at your side
trying to figure out
human beings at war

When it was all over,
Nixon banished
once and for all,
you both slipped back
to recover your homeland

layered with the bodies
of American flags,
covered in salt and dust,
dirt, to be remembered
with a granite wall.

a justice of the peace
gave your marriage legitimacy
in the eyes of the so-called “law”;
a law that thought itself

justice,
Jimi now gone,
your love grown
like the flames
of a burning bush

tied and true,
for your anniversaries
you both wore flowers in your hair, and vowed love
before each other, each year,
for all time.

© Debbie Davidsohn – All Rights Reserved U.S.A. -2017 




Android


he thought I was an android
meant to be programmed
to be a perfect woman,
to be meek,
a slave,
economically empowering him
forever,

supporting
his whims, his wishes,
silent, loud, and obnoxious
she is fine
with having no mind
of her own.

I have a scar unrepairable
across my back
and chest,
broken nose, stitches
behind my ears,
what for?



I cry perfectly
and feel saddened
for his cruelties;
hers as well.

my throat cant take
more strangulations
my face,
more hits


no more knives
at my throat
no more rapes
(call it sexual misconduct
rape is still
rape.)

I had tears
from expectations,
some extra weight,
cellulite on my thigh,
he always said.
I could exercise
but could not
run off the filth and horror
of exploitation. 
c All Rights Reserved - Debbie Davidsohn - USA - 2017




Society vs. the Wilderness



society versus the wilderness
are we one with nature
are we separate?

return to the garden
return to eden
return to love

nature,
  by the lake
    silence of the trees
      have you heard them too?

water,
  birds at a distance
    nature’s music
      without civilization
        taking over

I can make my lines
look or sound as rivers do
ebb like oceans
grow like redwood trees

I can make my paragraphs
chirp like birds
singing happily in a tree

I can make this page
sing like you
sing like me
dance with the universe
make you know
you are free.


© Debbie Davidsohn – All Rights Reserved U.S.A. -2017 



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Back jacket art by Debbie Davidsohn – High Priestess, a Self-Portrait – Cards Project – Watercolor, acrylic inks, gel pens, and digital on Fine art board – 15” x 20” – 2017

Cover Art by Debbie Davidsohn – A Little Equality Goes a Long Way – Watercolor on watercolor board – 20” x 7” – 2015

Woodstock. Performance by Joni Mitchell, 1970.
Joni Mitchell’s lyrics quoted in Debbie Davidsohn’s poem, Revolution.



photo of debbie davidsohn - Photo taken October 1, 2018