RHYMES, RUSE, VERSE AND WORSE....

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EVERY MEMBER OF THE BAR

Every member of the bar
Would be wise to get in his car
And drive as far away from here
As roads will take him - Am I clear?

Every lawyer in this state

Would sure enhance his likely fate

To move away and change his name

Dye his hair - it's not too late

Every bastard on the bench

It's time to flee der Ubermensch

Take your families, run and hide

Ignore me and it's suicide

Can you hear me as I sing?

Can you hear me as I sing?

Take your families, run and hide

Ignore me and it's suicide

Take your families, run and hide

Ignore me and it's suicide

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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NEO-NAZI DEATH CAMP

Neo-Nazi death camp

Coming to your town

They're gonna round you up

And they're gonna gas you down

Neo-Nazi death camp

The locals will not mind

Tell em "It's just a sausage factory"

And they'll say, "Oh. That's fine."

Neo-Nazi death camp

They'll name it after Goeth* (pronouned : gurd)

They're building it near the train tracks

In case you haven't heard

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

* Amon Goeth (the hero SS officer in SCHINDLER'S LIST)

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Dustin' this one off for 2024! Whoop whoop!

DEAL-MAKIN' DON

He sits and he thinks
And he thinks and he sits
And he sits and he thinks some more
Sure he's killed a lot of people
In each case they had it coming
Just watch out
Or he'll give you the what-for

A King in his castle
He's a man best not to hassle
If you cross him once
He'll cross you back thrice
If you look him in the eye
Be sure to smile smart and sly
or he might take it as an insult
(And he might never tell you why.)

He's nothing like the others
He never had no Nazi brothers
He don't give a shit about your faith or race
He's just deal-makin' Don
All Manhattan's his front lawn
You can mock him but he'll laugh back in your face

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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Not bad for a non-Trump type poet or whatever, eh. Not "nevertrrump" just not a big fan. You gotta give him some credit. Sure. As if I give a shit who the Kikes let the NFL fans and the rich drum circle neo-hippies vote for this time. Or any time anyway. I mean, the guy's grandkids are slimy little Yids. Gross. - CMH

m o d u s   a r t s   g r o u p

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ENDLESSITY

Is History a Mystery?

For kindred spirits: Endlessity.

Share we the same reality?

Who holds the Key to Victory?

The smoke from pyres blinds my eyes -

Mad monkeys burn each other up

In the names of Cats who hypnotize

Or drink their own blood from the Cup.

A spell is just a prayer renamed.

The Truth is more than I have claimed.

Stars line up in disarray

You understand but you cannot say....

   

   - CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

"If people were left unemployed and given time to think,

the Illuminati's violent regime might be endangered..."

- Jüri Lina

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BAD MANNERS

I am not designed to become refined

No matter how much money I make me

I'd much rather see, though you may disagree

Just how far bad manners might take me

                              - CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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PAULA ROUTLY

Paula Routly went out stoutly

Swinging from a branch

Hanged with a rope blessed by the Pope

To end her witch's dance

The air-dance that she did that day

Was something to behold

She kicked and squawked and drooled and hissed

In the bitter winter dawn 's cold 

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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MY MIND IS A GLOWING EMBER

My Mind is a glowing ember.

How Hallowed it is to me.

It burns in stark remembrance

Of humanity's history.

My own time is but nothing.

No thing. No thing. Times three.

But in the eye of my mind

For this brief little time

These fires burn bright for me.

The Sun is a hot little number.

But the Church feels so cold to me.

And so I declare whilst I'm still sucking air

That my God is a Star and not some juicy pear

Plucked by fat greedy fingers from a tree in Bel Aire.

Believe what you want - but don't tread on me.

I believe nothing. (See Descartes, Annie.)

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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PEOPLE ENJOY SMOKING WEED

People enjoy smoking weed.

The government should let them.

And if some pig should say they can't.

The people should arrest him.

People should not smoke cocaine.

And they should not use needles.

They should not huff on gasoline.

Or listen to The Beatles.

John Lennon was a Communist.

George worshiped an Indian demon.

Ringo was no threat at all.

And Paul just sprayed his semen.

People enjoy smoking weed.

The government should try some.

The next time I have a little loot.

I'm probably gonna buy some.

War is here and here to stay.

We'll fight it and we'll win it.

And if it ever goes away

We'll fight to re-begin it.

-CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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ONCE UPON A LITTLE TIME

Once upon a little time there was a little world

The sun beat down relentlessly as history unfurled

And so it was in slow due course it all came to an end

The sun blew up to twice it size, no time left to pretend

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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THE MARTYR'S CROWN OF INFAMY

How much did the glands excrete adrenaline?

When the madman pulled his gun and shot John Lennon?

If you could you'd surely forbid these thoughts

On the grounds they're morbid, BUT -

The Martyr's Crown of Infamy eludes me.

And how much did the faceless pay

To have them kill old good boy John F.K.

And who really killed him?

Was it not the ones

Seen burning crosses down in Southern Fields

By setting suns - were they the ones?

How many others could we name

Who lived for Peace but all the same

Were murdered when they spoke their minds?

It happens all the fucking time!

And I have been burned out from the inside

And yet I've survived by the grace of God and no one else

LSD

CIA

FBI

KKK

All these initials sound the same

When you're insane....

So they're talking on the television

Saying that it's time for the Workers to go home

And they're saying to be sure to remind them

To cover their heads from the Coming Storm

So the news lady smiles and rambles on

About the car crash for a while

And we'd really like to help you

And we would if we could

But we can't if you won't take your pills

And there's a crescent moon

Rising over Crescent Beach in Maine, again

There's a black and white moon on the rise with the tide....

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN 

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THE ANGELS WERE IN THE CEMETERY

The Angels were in the cemetery, walking amongst the tombs.

The Angels found some small sad bones and sat down in those rooms.

Three Angels came from Michael's Brigade.

Three more from Gabriel.

Three Angels from Red Lucifer were absent, locked in Hell.

Michael's dressed like Roman Lords.

It was a choice they liked.

Gabriel's wore turbans blue; beneath their hair was spiked.

Six Angels in a cemetery, gathered now to boast.

Of how the Devil had been beat and how his brood did roast.

A trumpet blast was heard to ring.  It sounded with great clatter.

The graves all opened at its shriek, the dead rose, "What's the matter?"

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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FLUFF

The SAS was founded one day

By a sultan named David Stirling

With a small special force

He changed the war's course

And set old Adolf's head just a-swirling

If I could go back in time for one day

I would straighten them Limeys right out

I would show them the way

And make them all pay

And turn Dunkirk into a rout

I would round up their Jews

Those nasty, vile people

And burn them in pyres

As tall as a steeple

I would conscript their soldiers

And force them to fight

For the side that they should have because they are White

So they don't love me

At the BBC

But they always read my stuff

They are jealous you see

For the English agree

That my message is more than just fluff

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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BAD PENNY

I'm that bad penny that you should not have picked up

Some bad luck copper - nothing shiny - found tails up

You dropped me in your pocket and counted me with your change

Now you've chipped a tooth, crashed your car and your dog came down with mange

I'm that bad penny minted back in '68

You spent me at some corner store but you can't escape my hate

The shit I have in store for you don't wear off in the rain

Do you still think there's a difference between 'evil' and 'insane?'

I'm that bad penny that brought you to your knees

Worse than any malady, condition or disease

The clock is ticking loudly now - you'll soon wake up in Hell

You should have left me where I was - you won't escape this Spell

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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FIRST THE COMMUNISTS CAME FOR ME

First the Communists came for me,

and I didn't fall, fail or succumb and you know I wasn't a Communist.

Then the trade unionists drove me out of a shop where I had worked harder

and been happier than I have ever been (while working hard) and I took that 

- because you know I wasn't a trade unionist.

Then the Jews came for me. You know I wasn't a Jew. Don't make me laugh.

Then when there was no one left to come after me, I packed a bowl and got baked.

Fucking fools.

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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PEE YEW IT'S THE E.U.

Pee Yew it's the EU

We want to see them hang

Slut skank World Bank

We haven't learned a thang

You're DEAD fractional FED

WTO your casket's draped Red

IMF nuthin rhymes with that

We wanna see your skulls 

Cracked and bashed wit' a bat

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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HEY TONY BLAIR

Hey Tony Blair

I don't care

I think you were cool

With your icy blue stare

I'd have listened to anything

You decided to say

That was true on 9/11

And it's still true today

What's Up?

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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ROOM 101

It was through a glass and darkly too

That you saw me and I spied you

When I looked out and caught your face

And you looked in this dark dark place

This well-scrubbed hovel where I dwell

Heaven to me, to you a Hell

Banner, Flag, Prayer, Spell

Talisman of Poisoned Well

They've poisoned you and me as well

But I've fought the War and lived to tell

So keep on walking as you glance

And cast your coward's eyes askance

No darkness here.  And no.  No fun.

That's why it's called Room 101.

Pick em up and set em down

Move along and paint the town

For it's already dripping Red

Bolshevism is what I said

Go toss one down at old Red Square

Sing "The Internationale" for all I care

The Truth is catching up with you

And some pissed off White Folkssure are too

Freemasonic-Satan-Bitches

Big Shot Jews and paid White snitches

Keep walking as you steal a peek

This World is mine for I AM MEEK

No darkness here.  And no.  No fun.

That's why it's called Room 101.

"Let the 'brothers' see the LIGHT."

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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HALFASMANYTIMES

This is not a story

This is my life

My life is a story

This is a story

If I've died halfasmanytimes

As I pretended to as a child

If I've gazed through half as many eyes

Some Blue, all wild

If I've lived all these centuries

All my persons wholly (Holy) self-styled

If I've died halfasmanytimes

As I pretended to as a child

When I cried - half dead and half alive -

His Angels carried me

When I was blind, half mad and out my mind

His Angels sang to me

When I was beaten down, broken boned,

   at the end of my rope (I could not make it one more step)

When I cried - half dead and half alive -

His Angels carried me

(That's why I'm still alive.)

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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I HAD A DREAM I MET A JEW

i had a dream i met a jew

who didn't tell me what to do

he didn't sell me a poison pill

to wreck my health and break my will

he didn't add a thing or two

to everything i ate, this jew

to try to keep me fat and sick

with dangled carrot and big blunt stick

while he eats nothing but the best

this jew was nothing like the rest

this jew did not attempt to blur

where this great nation's boundaries were

before we let them lay their hands

on ours and all those foreign lands

that now are buckled 'neath the weight

of all this zionistic hate

this jew was nothing like the ones

who loan both sides in wars fat funds

so they can bomb and burn and rape

in secrecy and Red red tape

while teaching us to never dare

to call a spade a spade - beware!

this Jew i met was Christ the Lord

and though i know this sounds untoward

He comes this time to bring a sword

He's coming soon so BRING IT LORD!

         - CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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I DON'T HATE JEWS

I don't Hate Jews

I don't Hate Jews

Die hating anyone you'll still lose

I won't hate Jews

I won't hate Jews

Oh Lord!  So help me I refuse

They will not change

They will not change

Lord seize their DNA and rearrange

Whatever it is that's 'wrong' with them

And THEN go spread it in Jerusalem

Before I blow my fucking cork

And point my finger towards New York

And unleash Your whole Heavenly Host

(Which is under my power (since You Love Me Most))

You've heard it said 'The last shall be first'

From Jeffrey Dahmer to Patty Hearst

His Judgement is coming and that right fast

Do I have to tell you who He meant by LAST....

          - CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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100 SNAKES

100 snakes in a pillared pit.

That is all that you are. That is all of it.

Your roll is a farce in this dictatorship.

I'll see you in Hell once we've all made the trip...

        - CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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CAMEL'S HUMP

On a summer's day in '86

I stood in strong winds

At the top of Camel's Hump

I had grown my hair long

(Yes I still had hair)

And the wind made the ends

Of my rock n' rolla curls beat and hammer

Upon the tan edges of my face

My father took my photograph

In the strong winds on Camel's Hump

And that photograph never fails to remind

How the wind was so strong and clean

And smelled like milk in the sunshine

And how I fancied I'd felt the Will of God

Pushing, pushing, pushing down on me

Through that strong warm wind

I was seventeen

       - CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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AMERICA'S STILL SLEEPING

From V.I. Lenin through to Gorbachev and past

We got the false impression Communism couldn't last

From old Pol Pot back to Saloth Sar

It's a mighty long walk but not all that far

From Castro playing baseball in the U.S.A.

To when Che got his comeuppance from the C.I.A.

And on and on and up and up right to the present time

These Freemasonic Dialectical Devils tow the line

Sure Nixon got Allende.  (Sometimes you gotta smile.)

Too bad all Southeast Asia is still Red, Enslaved and Vile.

And worse!  The foreign central bank parked on our sovereign shores

Has got us in the talons of these same sadistic whores

From Paul Warburg and his Jekyll Island creeping

To the present date and time America's still sleeping.

Wake up!

(Mushroom bloomin'

Harry Truman

Had 32°

And knew what he was doin')

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

“Be not deceived. Revolutions do not go backward.”

- Abraham Lincoln

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FAT FROM DRINKING

Fat from drinking and

Mean from thinking

That bodies stinking

Is better than linking

Everyone together in one cruel world

America is dying as Red flags are unfurled.

I've been meaning

To check my leaning

To the Right before I might

Lose my sight of love and reason

And help drum in a bloody season

Where all those who get bagged for treason

Get strung up and hung up

Or put against the wall.

    - CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

"There are but two parties now.  Traitors and Patriots.

And I want hereafter to be ranked with the latter."

    - Ulysses S. Grant

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DUMB

Me thinks I should not ruminate

On problems I shall enumerate

Herein and on this pale leaf

Which could expand to fill a sheaf

Of paper should I choose to list

All those which have betrayed and kissed

Me right here on my unshaved cheek

And all the troubles they have brought

Despite the help that I have sought

From politicos, lawyers and the press

When seeking to escape the mess

My life has none-the-less become

Despite how loud I beat the drum

The World was deaf now I am dumb

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

Composed at the Brattleboro Retreat while the poet was facing 

a pile of false charges and being held without bail.

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JUST A POEM I WROTE

It may not change a single thing

To take a stick and draw a ring

Right here in all this lovely dirt

And for each person I have hurt

To place a stone inside the ring

It may not change a single thing

It may mean less than I could hope

To tie a knot in this here rope

A knot for everyone I've hurt

Symbolically to thus convert

My sins into this knotted rope

It may mean less than I could hope

And who or what could ever care

If I play solo truth or dare

And force myself to look inside

And shine a light on where I hide

Would God Himself even take note

If it all was just a poem I wrote?

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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I'M HERE

A state of disunion

Exists between my ears

There's nothing new about it, see,

It's been like this for years

On one hand I'm a miner

Pick-axing for some gold

Whilst on the other I'm afraid

My soul is bought and sold

A state of pure disharmony

Exists within my heart

There's nothing to be done, you see

I will not fall apart

The music that sounds deeply

Within my inner ear

Exceeds my hope to amp it up

Where even you can hear

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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I SAILED LAST YEAR AUTUMN TO SPRING 

I.

I sailed last year Autumn to Spring

The crew took care of everything

The Captain in his pure white vest

with all his ribbons on his chest

The first mate tall and strong and brave

The galley cook was no mere knave

And all the rest that I could list

Were excellent in sun and mist

They did not fear the dewy fog

The charts and maps and captain's log

Were all kept safe and warm and dry

And so was I - Yes!  So was I....

II.

We first set sail from Portland, Maine

And headed south in driving rain

I stayed topside and got quite wet

A feeling I shall not forget

But soon we had outrun the storm

The sun was bright and high and warm

The Captain had them set up chairs

Off Nantucket we sent up flairs

To say "Hello" the seaman's way

(I knew then we were underway)

We rocked and rolled and rose on swells

I wondered if Leviathan dwells

In that cold quadrant of that cold sea

And thus I felt a bit lonely

Though side by side in matching chairs

The Captain and I drowned our cares

With sweet late morning aperitifs

With no laws and no damn police

To stop us - so we got blind drunk

I had to crawl down to my bunk

III.

I woke that night and went up top

And there I volunteered to mop

In case I'd made a bad impression

With men of that disciplined profession

But no!  They would not have it, see -

Instead they sang a song for me

The words I doth remember not

But it sent me back down to my cot

A big dumb smile on my face

And renewed respect for the human race

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Sailing, sailing, sailing on

We crossed the night and met the dawn

I pulled a dossier from my bag

And lit a cigarette and took a drag

This trip was not for pleasure, see

A plane had crashed so they sent me

The President - at his behest - 

had asked that I assess the mess

and take this grand ride on this yacht

and sleep in this boat's passenger cot

and look for all the world like wealth

as I went in with all full stealth

to see exactly what had passed

and where the jet's survivor's massed

A mangled jungle floor of flesh

That did not escape Death's grand mesh

Bermuda Triangle bound we were

I told the men not to call me sir

Nor to salute nor bow nor bend

But treat me like a senior friend

And so I posted up on the seas

With the Captain, his men, and covert meees

(That's meees misspelled with three wrong e's)

IV

And in the boredom of his day

The President's thoughts were dark and grey

I felt his mind's gaze on the back of my neck

As he waited for me to explain what the heck

Had happened on that Jungle Isle

And I'll tell you too in a little while

(This poem nor this tale is told.

The end has not been set to fold.

Come back to this bright point of screen

And someday soon I'll expand the green

The green and rolling tale of seas

The Captain, all his men, and meees

(Misspelled again here with three wrong e's)

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

+++ TO BE CONTINUED +++

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I HAD A DREAM OF A SINKING SHIP

i had a dream of a sinking ship

where i stood inside the covered deck

of some seafarin slow-going no-floating crate

with a small quiet and terrified clique

of old timey lookin passengers

who took death with courage and stark terror

concurrently

i remember vividly and with color and sound

the creaking of the ship's hull as it slipped beneath the waves

so that her leaky portals were bared to the black watery depths

and there was no escape to air left possible

and knowing just that made it like being in church

just a hollow subholy hallucinogenic panic

that only Death would sublime

and Death did as the deadly waters poured in -

ever rising with the whites of our eyes

and i remember most of all

the most chilling detail that I brought back to consciousness

the thing that lends the whole vision its echo

was how standing in the lower deck of the huge boat

felt so Steinbeckianly like standing in the hollow space

of a huge grain barn somewhere in Kansas in the dust bowl days

and the water filling in was like a cold wet fire consuming our every atom

from just outside the grand hallway of the hull

and knowing just how Death would now fill in that boat

and pull her down and apart was so real to me in the dream

i am yet astounded by the granularity of the details of the vision

and the terror and resignation to fate that i felt and synthesized whilst sleeping was real

drowning.  drowning.

and my terror was real.

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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A HAPPY DEATH

A happy death is all I ask

Not morbid Poe and his red masque

Nor William Butler Ghastly Yeats

Not even Kafka and what awaits - 

  the beetle-brained who do not heed

Such bards as these I do not need

Just leave me to my fair Camus

The bravest wordsmith I ever knew 

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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THE BOOK IS ON THE TABLE

God says, "Let's be careful.

Let's not hurt anyone today."

I say, "That's just fine with me.

As is everything You say."

God says, "Let's be patient.

Let everyone have Free Will."

I say, "Sure.  It's Your call.

I'll sit right here and chill."

God says, "I can't believe it, Mike.

Look at these dumb apes."

As we sit in His Heavenly studio

And glumly roll the tapes.

God says, "Now I'm angry.

I have a job for you."

I say, "Fine.  I'm ready now.

What do You want me to do?"

God says, "Sound the trumpets!

The time is finally right!"

I give the nod in the Name of God

And on my wings take flight.

The Book is on the Table.

The Blood is in the Grail.

The Jews are in Jerusalem.

His Judgment Day won't fail....

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

“Don’t wait for the Last Judgment. It happens every day.”

— ALBERT CAMUS

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WHEN I MEET DER FUHRER

When I meet der Fuhrer

He's gonna think I'm cool

He and I will be in Heaven

And you'll look like a fool

McNamara will be there

He's gonna dig my rhymes

We'll sit and laugh and drink and smoke

And joke about good times

LeMay will brag 'bout bombing

And Goeth will slap his back

And crack wise about shooting Jews

Whilst dressed head to toe in black

Grant will still be drinking

And Sherman will be too

We'll all piss on a metal grate

So it sprinkles down on you

But when the party's over

And it's time to stoke the fires

That burn down where you're sure to be

I'll toss on three big tires

The first - because you're greedy

The next - because you lie

The third will be for dissing me

Can't wait to hear you cry

The smoke will build and billow

The damned will shriek in pain

I won't pretend - there'll be no end

Your prayers will be in vain

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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A PERSON IS A PEACH

A person is a peach, he is a plum

He's not a player

He does not have a soul

No God to love him

No soothsayer

No such thing as a thing that we can call bad luck

You live, you ripen, you die, you rot

And the atoms that form you don't give a fuck

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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COW BELL

Chilling at the no-tell motel

Oh, Hell

.357 in my hand

Like a cow bell

Listen to it ring

Inside my head

Until I can't tell

Is that only me

Or did I just bust?

I can't tell!

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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RELIGION IS A BEAR TRAP

Religion is a bear trap

I've stepped into it twice

Jesus Christ is pretty cool

but his "followers" ain't so nice

The Churches are full of Freemasons

Who kneel and rise and sing

Yet believe Christ's simple message

Was a code for some Damned thing

They'll smile and nod and shake your hand

Then write your name in 'sacred' sand

At dusk stand sky-clad drinking blood

And piss your name away to mud

They'll pass you over but take your brother

He'll fuck a goat and kill your mother

Just to 'get ahead' in life

He'd cut your heart out with a knife

They'll bust you on some bullshit case

And taze you - bash you - feed you mace

And make you plead-out to get 'free'

It can happen to you - It's happened to me

Or else they'll form a circle jerk

Right in 'The Tomb' at Yale

The judge, your lawyer and the clerk

They'll let you rot in jail

They'll sell you food to make you sick

And sell you pills to "fix" you quick

And tax you half to fucking death

And drug you to your dying breathe

The Devil has his way for now

That much is sadly true

But don't despair - we'll breath clean air

Once the Devil gets his due

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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FORCE MULTIPLIERS

i see a song on vh1

i see it played several times

mostly in the mornings

in the day room at the insane asylum

in this song a singing gameshow winner

a young woman

cuts off her hair and joins the military

over a boy

she is shown training

and storming a beach in an amphibious assault

the song is horrible and the video is terrible

but i watch it every time it is on

next i am in a hotel room watching cable tv news

some 1400 combat related jobs in the US military

open up to women for the first time today

i reflect on the music video

i reflect on the men and women in our military

on who and what our military is evolving to be

now i am standing in a mcdonalds lobby

a very short counter girl

working an early evening  shift after a day at high school

she barks calls to the team putting up food in back operations

when she sounds off and shouts up

buzzers warning and display screens blinking

i have a moment

and i realize that with the force multipliers we engage today

this one little girl could probably be trained to command

any weapons system on an Aegis crusiser, reasonably from one laptop

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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YO! BERNIE!

I've been kicking ass and taking names

I always win 'cause I don't play games

I'm the single worst goddamned bastard

On God's Green Earth

I'm gonna rout you out in the name of God

You're whole career has been one big fraud

You're a Fat Cat covering up

What you don't dare face

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

“Instead of demanding the destruction of the American

social order as it now exists, it would be more intelligent if

agitators were to agitate for the purification of what we

already have.” 

– GERALD B. WINROD from "ADAM WEISHAUPT : A HUMAN DEVIL"

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THERE ARE MILITANT JEWS SPYING ON ME

There are militant Jews spying on me

They’ve heard the rumors and they hope to see

If I hold the KEY to VICTORY

Over Jews and Jew-lovers –

They’ll crucify me….

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN (1988)

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THE BALLAD OF JIMMY BROWN

I wanna tell you a sad little tale

'bout a cat named Jimmy Brown.

Born and raised in Southie - that's Boston.

He was the slickest cat around.

Old Jimmy used to sing for his supper in a nightclub called 'The Spoon.'

Jimmy used to stay up all night so the folks could hear him croon.

Every day when the sun was high he would get out of bed at noon.

His old lady was named 'Carla-My-Love' -

 she used to feed him with a silver spoon.

After breakfast he used to take her out -

 they'd stroll in the early afternoon.

Good old Jimmy used to treat her right

That's why he wrote her this little tune -

"Carla Baby.  Carla-My-Love.  

 You're the best damn gal I know.

 Some day I'm gonna pack you up

  and take you down to Mexico.

 And when we get down there - I swear -

 We're gonna lie in the sun all day.

 So don't you dare go running off

  because I wouldn't last a single day."

Now Beantown's a fine city of course

But it ain't no Mexico.

The summer's short and the winter is long.

If you've been there then you know.

And sometimes when old Jimmy was working

At the nightclub called 'The Spoon'

Lonely Carla would sit up waiting

 in the hopes he'd be home soon.

And it was on a night just like that -

 she donned her coat and then she donned her hat.

She left a note by the sugar bowl

And lonely Carla stepped out for a stroll.

Now South Boston is a pretty tough place.

And lonely Carla had a sweet sweet face.

She hit the streets and the streets hit back.

She was the victim of a mugging attack.

They called Jimmy from the morgue the next day.

Jimmy Brown had nothing to say.

It broke his heart and it ruined his life.

They say he tried to kill himself with a knife.

Poor Jimmy Brown is a  dope fiend now.

When people ask him he will never say how

 he wound up so busted and broke.

He tends to feel life's a sick mean joke.

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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CHRISTIAN PRICE

Straight out the belly of the motherfucking Beast

Writ in the pit where the cannibals feast

So what you think?

Ain't these stories that I'm kicking

Some fucked up shit?

Well the clock is slowly ticking

My time is winding down -

Some day I'm getting out

And then these Pigs will find out what I'm all about

See I'm a Man -

I'm not a Dog -

I'm not a Sheep -

If they were really smart they'd kill me in my sleep

After the things I've seen and heard behind these walls -

When I get out I'll have these Pigs right by the balls

So this is just a little a taste to break the ice

And in the end it's them who'll pay this Christian Price....

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

This poem appeared as an 'Afterword' to a 13 story compilation

about life in jail in Vermont which I wrote under the pen name CHRISTIAN PRICE

in the Year of Our Lord 2002 even as I was being held in jail in Vermont .

It is recreated here from memory.  Copies of the original poem and the

attendant 13 short stories continue to circulate as heavily photocopied, highly

prized, underground-style manuscripts but I don't possess any copies any

more personally. - CMH

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VIKKI WAS A VAMPYRE

Vikki was a Vampyre

She feasted every night

Upon the throats of pigs and goats

And slept when day was light

Vikki wanted human blood

But dared not launch attacks

Upon the dreaming living

As they lay upon their backs

She tried it once ages ago

And failed in her dark aim

Her victim beat her with a laptop

Perhaps you know his name

One day I found her coffin

And I staked her through the heart

It barely even phased her

All she did was fart

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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ISRAEL IS A HOUSE OF CARDS

Israel is a house of cards

And thus it cannot stand

Those hook-nosed Khazars know the truth

It NEVER was their land

Israel is a sand castle

Nestled beside the sea

The tide of change is coming, folks

Yes it's rising steadily

Israel makes a play-game

Of being America's friend

They've played us like a violin

It's time that song should end

Israel is a house of cards

Can't wait to see it fall

They've pushed around the Arabs

But the Persians will never crawl

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

"The greatest mistake Israel could make at the moment is to forget that Israel itself is a mistake. It is an honest mistake, a well-intentioned mistake, a mistake for which no one is culpable, but the idea of creating a nation of European Jews in an area of Arab Muslims (and some Christians) has produced a century of warfare and terrorism of the sort we are seeing now. Israel fights Hezbollah in the north and Hamas in the south, but its most formidable enemy is history itself." - RICHARD COHEN

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THE IMAGINARY PLACE

The imaginary place where I keep my private thoughts

In the floating empty silence with my stomach tied in knots

I perceive the perfect riffs for the six string on my lap

I receive the higher voices which I cultivate and tap

It can sound like choirs of angels with a fine orchestral grace

Or the whisper of a woman - I can almost see her face

It can leave me feeling something that is greater than all pain

As I shiver to remember how her hair smelled in the rain....

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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MY SAD SOUL LEFT MY BODY

My sad Soul left my body

And I flew across the sky

I crossed a massive ocean

In the blinking of an eye

I started in New England

In a state they call Vermont

And wound up in Tunisia

Like a ghost out on the haunt

I wandered in a city 

It's called, "Mahdia" - they say

I looked a certain girl up

And I followed in her way

I watched her every footstep

Yes - I left nothing to chance

I hovered near beside her

As she spoke the tongue of France

My body shook and trembled

Way back there in my small bed

As I watched her comb her hair out

Such a lovely, pretty head

She gazed into her mirror

For a second caught a glimpse

Of my sad Soul behind her

I am sure I saw her wince

In the fraction of an instance

I was back across the sea

So she is there and I am here

Oh woe, oh woe is me....

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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A LITTLE MORE MONEY

If I had just a little more money

If I had just a little more time

If I had just a little more magic

I'd cast a spell and make you mine-o-mine

If I had a fast car for the highway

If I had a fat cellar full of wine

If I had clothes good enough for Sunday

I'd got to Church and turn my back on crime

But you know I ain't got none of that coming

You're far away and I'll never know why

I gave you Love and you took it for weakness

My worst mistake was letting you see me cry

If I had just a little more money

If I had just a little more time

If I had just a little more magic

I'd cast a spell and make you mine-o-mine

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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HERE'S A TIP

I'm not the Beast from the Abyss

My name is Christopher not Chris

I live my life in perfect bliss

Born in this World to tell you this -

You'd better get down on your knees

Look to the Heavens and beg, "Please

"Forgive me God for this dis-ease

"Of doing only what I please!"

And when you've done as I have said

You better wrap your lovely head

In a burka colored black

Made from some old burlap sack

Go and sit among the ashes

Of the people dead from rashes

Which they caught from being fucked

Too many times - that must have sucked

And in about a dozen years

When the winds have dried your tears

If you've finally learned your place

I'll let you uncover your face

You can cook and clean and mop

But you can't dance or read or talk

And if you give me any lip

I'll chop your head off - that's a tip

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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THE INTERNET BELONGS TO ME

The Internet belongs to me.

It's mine alone - why can't you see?

The world outside is hard and cold

And I am tired, fat and old.

But here before my laptop screen

I'm powerful as Mean Joe Green.

I rant and rave and rhyme and troll.

Stand back!  Look out!  I'm on a roll!

This is how I spend my days

And this is how I changed my ways.

Right there on justin dot tv

I grokked the Illumin-a-ti

This is where I learned to eat -

(The best food in the world ain't meat!)

And this is where I learned the facts

About all these false flag attacks.

9/11?  A crock of shit!

The Pentagon weren't even hit!

Juri Lina! Thanks the most!

Oh how I hate Karl Marx's ghost!

Gnostic Liberation Front

And Perez Hilton - what a stunt!

I almost think you must be gay -

The way you talk and what you say.

(Not that it matters much to me -

My sister's queer - Hello Jenny!)

Hulu!  Netflix!  Crackle too!

(My comments there must rankle you.)

thinkingrightblog dot com rules!

I love to blast neo-con fools.

Still, Geoffrey Willis lets me growl

'bout the Grove and that big owl

That they worship once a year -

(You best believe there's much to fear!)

Vermont's so-called 'progressive' party?

You blocked me quick -

You're ethos - farty

I hate you more than words can say

Goddamned Commies - go away!

Yes! Youtube let me post my songs

With videos to right the wrongs

Of Zionist controlled TV

No!  Google never censored me.

They set me loose on blogger, see.

Now local cops can't fuck with me.

The Internet is mine - it's true.

But David Duke - my hat's off to you!

I read from your site every day -

Morris Dees!  It's time YOU pay!

Fuck your damned S.P.L.C.

I'm poor as shit - you never helped me!

Is that because my skin is White?

Well that's all right, man.  That's all right.

Soundcloud let me pump my tracks.

AngelFlayer!  I've got your backs!

Facebook?  What could I ever say?

You put my big fat mouth in play!

Yes here before my laptop screen

I'm powerful as Mean Joe Green.

I rant and rave and rhyme and troll

Stand back!  Look out!  And thanks, Nicole!

(Oh Shit!  I damn near forgot Bill Still -

END THE FED!  (I pray God will....))

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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SCARLET WANDERER

Scarlet wanderer -

why do you roam

So far from your center?

It's time to roll home.

The patch that once held

all the pumpkins is bare.

Halloween's in a week -

So why do you care?

Scarlet wanderer

Keep your tongue in your cheek.

This World is not yours

It belongs to the meek.

Political turmoil is best left alone

By those who have wandered

Into the wrong zone.

The meek are the ones who don't have their own voice.

Their lives are snuffed out when they don't have a choice.

And those who seek only to save a few lives

Can turn hotter than fire and sharper than knives.

Get back on your horse and ride away clean.

There's more to this picture than anyone's seen.

You're ethos is simple - its dumb and its wrong.

You can think what you want

But we sing our own song.

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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ALL YOUR KNOWLEDGE

All I see when I look around the ghettos

Are fallow fields where there should have been meadows

Fertile minds buried deep under the blacktop

Another generation dumbed down by hip-hop

When you get all your knowledge from a rap track

You don't learn nuthin - Why don't you crack a book, Jack?

Bobble-headin with your headphones amping

A torture victim with electrodes clamping

Your brain programmed until it's full of bullshit

Worse than a crackhead -

Ready for another hit?

Ignorance consumes your soul like a vulture

Drums and a bass line - you call that your 'culture'

"Get money - get money - get dat paper"

Time to spread it for the intellect-raper

All I see when I look around the ghettos

Are fallow fields where there should have been meadows

Fertile minds buried deep under the blacktop

Another generation pimped out to hip-hop

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

This poem is recorded here - satirically - as a rap/hiphop track.

https://soundcloud.com/christopher-hayden-1/christopher-hayden-all-your

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I KNOW YOU UNDERSTAND

The world outside keeps boiling up

So volatile and grey

The implications fret me not

I simply go away

My madness has been wonderful

I picked it out by hand

My mood was set by digital

I know you understand

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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I LIVE FOR JUDGMENT DAY

Yes I am a butcher

So let me make it plain

I kill for fun just like that Dun

In BELLY - I'm insane

You bet I am a killer

I drop bombs like Lemay

I scorch the Earth - For what it's worth

I live for Judgment Day

Tupac was a poet

And Biggie knew the game

C-Murder meant every last word

They got him all the same

But when these Pigs came at me wrong

My heart was lifted by the song

The Good Lord poured into my ears

I beat the case and kept my years

You know I'm not a liar

You know this rhyme is tight

This rap game's mine to leave or take

And that - you know - is right....

(Word.)

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

[NOTES ON THIS HORRIBLE STUPID POEM : I mention the great rap poets of my lexicon but my rap style is influenced by none other than the J-ROC - Sunnyvale - Holding It Down With Mine!  The truth is that I want to be more pious and I want to live in a world, society and culture that does too.  Not just when I'm in jail or my fate is otherwise in foxhole peril.  All the time.  There is a point at which liberalism permits all things to be questioned, challenged, ignored.  All moral truths.  Every semblance of goodness and righteousness.  And I simply do not believe that nothing can be held to be true or that everything is permitted.  Camus's philosophy of the absurd touches me deeply and is made of the stuff of shattering LSD trips when you are seventeen and no one warned you about any of it and you realize at 3:10am alone in your bedroom in your mother's house that life is a greasy chemical reaction and that you are going to die no matter what some day.  But the sermons and statements attributed to Jesus Christ in the King James Bible make just as much sense.  I had a red letter text Bible when I was young.  Just the spoken words of Christ were printed in red ink.  The rest of the text was black.  Never needed St. Paul.  Or anyone else with an opinion and a point of view. - CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN]

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I LIKE TO GO TO BONEYARDS

I respect every person

whoever died

and got buried in a cemetery

where I passed by

I like to go to boneyards

and drink a couple beers

and sit and think about how short

my time is just in years

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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MY HONOR IS MY LOYALTY

An Angel came into my rooms and said, "We need to talk."

He woke me from a perfect sleep but no - I did not squawk.

His feet were wrapped in sandals made of leather - polished black.

I watched them change to combat boots and then watched them change back.

He wore a cloak of linen colored Whiter than my skin.

Black gloves concealed big hands - where no sin had ever been.

His cloak turned to a tunic colored blacker than night skies.

And then it changed back to a cloak of White before my eyes.

His voice was like a rumble of Great Thunder in the East.

And when he spoke it let me know I was among 'the least.'

"These people you consider friends are nothing of the kind -

So test them as I tell you thus and then the Truth you'll find."

I rubbed the sleep from my dim eyes and tried to take my feet.

The Angel roared - "Stay where you are until my Word's complete!"

I stayed upon my bedding where I keep it on the floor.

This Creature had me shaking now and thus I did implore -

"Sweet Angel!  Son of Heaven!  Please don't crush me with your voice!"

"Dear Soul!"  he bellowed loudly.  "You have left me with no choice!"

"Please sir!  I beg you!  Please believe!  I am reborn in Christ!"

"I know all that."  the Angel beamed.  "For you Christ has sufficed."

And then he sat down next to me and thus he did implore.

"Just hear me out and I'll be gone, away, and out your door.

"Your 'friends' are selfish monkeys who manipulate and spy.

"They only 'love' you if you 'love' them back - and that's no lie.

"So break the chains that hold you - simply look them in the eye.

"And tell them what you REALLY THINK and watch them say 'Goodbye.'"

"My friends?"  I said.  "My dearest chums?  I love them more than life!"

"You think you do."  The Angel said.  "That's why you need this knife."

And then from out of nothing he withdrew a long thin blade.

Solingen steel.  I knew at once just where it had been made.

The rosewood handle polished black as onyx - black as night.

He passed it over to me as he said with Great Delight :

"You let your 'friends' exploit you.  This is how Cain treated Abel.

"They only really 'love' you when there's something on the table.

"And you are just as guilty oftentimes - this thing's worldwide.

"And Judgment Day is coming; soon there'll be no where to hide.

"So loose your tongue and tell them all the ways you have felt hurt.

"True friends will all still stay with you and the rest will soon desert."

I thought about it quietly and clasped my hands for prayer.

"Dear God!"  I screamed inside my head.  "Please let me know You're there!

"An Angel or a Demon has now caught me unaware!

"Is this perhaps the Devil?  Shall I trust him or beware?

"He still sits here beside me in the middle of the night!

"He wants me to shake up my friends.  Please tell me - is he right?"

"The Lord your God is with you."  Said the Angel with a smile.

"He sent me here to treat with you.  I've only got a while.

"You have your orders and your blade - now do as I command.

"A little time.  A little faith.  And then you'll understand."

And rising to his feet, the Angel put his hand in mine.

"You know God's true will for you now.  Proceed and you'll be fine."

But just as he was reaching for the handle of my door.

He turned around and asked me, "Know you what the knife is for?"

I looked down at the dagger which was resting in my lap.

I picked it up and touched it to my forehead with a tap.

The blade was cold as Norway ice a hundred winters deep.

It burned me with its coldness - Ouch! - and then my heart did leap!

The Angel had not given me this blade of German steel.

It's been in my possession all along.  Yes!  Here's the deal -

My phony friends - those leeches - have all used it as a handle

To twist me to their selfish wills and burn me like a candle.

Held in the light, yes, held just right the blade is thus engraved -

"Meine Ehre Heisst Treue" - "My honor is my loyalty" - I'm Saved!

And now it could be put away into its proper rack.

The knife has been mine all along - God pulled it from my back.

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

Burlington, VT  03-30-2013

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COME GET IT

Sometimes I get so tired of preaching to the choir.

I want to start a fire and I want to burn it higher.

I'll give up everything thing I have to feed this one desire -

Death to these central banking fiends!

Let's toss em on the pyre!

My sacrifice is proudly made.

Come get it if you want it.

But take your shot and miss again -

You bet I'm gonna flaunt it.

You tried to kill me -

Tried to lock me up and toss the key.

Look at you now - you Zio-Pigs!

Wrong side of history!

Pure Bolshevik to me....

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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A LESSON TO ALL RATS, SNITCHES AND PAID WHITE BITCHES

From the global realm of endless war 

To the down low streets with the drug addict whore.

The cops don't respect ya. 

They don't rat each other. 

They pat you on your head 

And for that you'd sell your mother. 

Scum. 

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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IN A SHALLOW GRAVE

In a shallow grave

In a fallow field

You might find my bones

You might find my shield

But you won't find my sorrow

And you won't find my 'yield'

And I'll fight on tomorrow

My 'deaths' are always healed

Beneath a starless sky

Beneath an unlit moon

Within a fog of mind

Drawn from a needle's spoon

Beyond the pain of  'going'

Beyond all coming back

My eyes stare up at nothing

My skin turns greasy-black

A child hides from Mother

Down in a basement cold

Wise beyond all reason

Yet still just four years old

He looks into the shadows

That form beneath the stairs

And fears no Man nor Creature

As lips pronounce His prayers

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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IF I HAD A TWIN

If I had a twin

He'd be nothing like me

'Cause I'm a fucking prick

With a unique history

And just because his genes

Might make him look and sound like me

You best believe me when I say

I'd take no shit from he

If I had a twin

He'd know to watch his mouth

Or our special blood relation

Would soon be headed south

There'd be no room in 'our world'

For static or for friction

He'd mind his P's and I my Q's

And that is my prediction

If I had a twin

He'd be more than 'a clone'

He could have his own life

So long as he left me alone

But let him try to fuck me up

Or 'piss me off' per se

His skull would be my drinking mug

That's all I have to say

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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3,000 YEARS ON

I'll tell you true

They snuck onto

Crescent Beach in Maine

again.

An ugly sight to see such blight

Those filthy scum

Came back last night.

A Muslim hoard laden with sword

Just tearing for a fight.

And so it seems, US Marines

Deployed from Casco Bay

With air support launched from the Fort

Called 'Williams' in its day.

And Cape Elizabeth fell down

For about the hundredth time

And the blood of men sloshed on the rocks

With seaweed in the slime

And as before, since three thousand four

The thousands dead were counted by score

The Prophet's Sons

Killed everyone

From Falmouth Neck

To Scarborough Shore

The US Navy - quite late - arrived

With sailors they had just conscribed

From Norway and a Spanish port

I shall not name (it's no resort.)

The Navy shelled the landlocked fiends

Who'd slaughtered every last Marine

And every Muslim in the battle

Was finally, fatefully killed.

It happened last morrow.

My heart feels no sorrow.

As a Christian I know that God willed.

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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POEM FOR PEACE

Let this poem stand for flags

Waved by children dressed in rags

Babies born beneath the growl

Of  jet fighters on the prowl

Let this poem be a prayer

Let it prove to you I care

Written at the break of dawn

Share it, like it, pass it on

Let these simple words of verse

Make a blessing of the curse

That this central banking scheme

Was always really meant to mean

They loan their fiat funds for war

Taking profits from the gore

All these wars and all this pain

And all those lives spilled down the drain

Let this poem be my voice

In this world we have a choice

To sit back and let it spin

Or to stand up and begin

Or to stand up and begin

To fight back

 - CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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ELECTRONIC JESUS

Electronic Jesus coming to me over the waves

Singing to me about sunbeams that looked like the ones

I saw when I was still brave

Psychedelic Buddha praying for a grain of rice

He's happy to see the sun is shining

If the rain should fall - it wouldn't bother him at all

Digital Mohammed fighting for a fistful of sand

His son died throwing stones but he never feels alone

Because Allah promised him his own land

You know he's going to make a stand

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN (1988)

In Portland, Maine back in the late 1980's I used to write and record music with a small set of musical artists that I had known since high school. In more recent times I received a magnetic tape in the mail and it sat around for a long time because I had nothing to play it on. When I finally got the chance to listen to it it contained this song which I wrote and sang, accompanied by an acoustic guitar played by one of my old collaborators. The funny thing is I remember the session. I know exactly where we worked on this. Silver Street in Portland in a fantastic top floor apartment which faces the waterfront from about two blocks away. I could have lived there for the rest of my life and been happy as happy ever was. - CMH

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GO TO SLEEP SWEET COLD WAR

Remember your humanity

and I shall cling to mine.

Hold fast to all that's good and right

and all will soon be fine.

This war - this fight - this argument

can now be put to be bed.

No winners here, no winners there -

Just the maimed, shell-shocked and dead.

The Cold War wasn't always cold

For some it was Hot as Hell -

Villagers, poor simple folk,

Who never lived to tell.

Forgotten in those proxy wars

Of monstrous moral rust -

The people who once breathed clean air

Reduced to collateral dust....

Go to sleep, sweet Cold War.

Go to sleep you whore.

You cost us more than all what-for,

but now we've closed the store.

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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A RACE WAR MAY BE BREWING

A race war may be brewing

I sense it late at night

Don't say I'm misconstruing

What we both know may be right

The Blacks here in America

Are stirred up past all reason

This isn't esoterica

We White Folk are in season

They stalk us on the sidewalks

Of the cities that we built

And rob and rape and maim us

While we stand still in our 'guilt'

The Jew-box (television)

Paints us all as "Crazy Spartans"

And woos the Blacks with twisted facts

"You're all poor 'Treyvon Martin's"

A hundred Blacks get blown away

No headlines, no attention

The shooters were all Black, you see

And thus it bears no mention

A hundred Whites get ground to dust

Watch Black-on-White crime climb

The Jews up in their news rooms

Keep it quiet and sublime

The drum beats in the hip-hop songs

Are war drums being pounded

As Big-shot Jew music execs

Spin dreams of Whites surrounded

And what does Mr. Whitey get

If he should lift his head

Turn face and leave the feeding trough?

"He's racist!" is what's said

And so without a talking head

To tell him what to do

The typical White asshole

Lives his life in this sick zoo

He goes to work and pays his bills

And gripes about his taxes

Meanwhile these vicious Commie Jews

Teach Blacks to grind their axes

Just watch these White 'progressives'

Try to obviate their guilt

And vote-in Jew politicos

As Europe's blossoms wilt

Israel, they say, is just for Jews

The centuries demand it

"Diversity is for the Goy"

Please tell me how you stand it!?

The Blacks aren't our chief enemies

They're just a proxy mob

The Jews are those who must be chomped

Like kernels off the cob

Let's chew them up and spit them out

And burn them into ashes

Time to unsheath the Holy Knives

Boys!  Pull them from your sashes!

A race war HAS been raging

On Wall Street and D.C.

We've all been under sneak attack

It's plain as plain can be

This bastard Kike Bernanke

Has been dumping so much cash

Out here in circulation

Just to wipe away your stash

Your dollar isn't worth a song

Do you ever wonder why?

Ron Paul warned us to END THE FED

Now heed my battle cry

A Day is coming, fast and quick

It's time to rise and face it

Take off the glove and make a fist

Goddamnit!  Now!  Unlace it!  

Hear me now!  I tell you True

This Movement must gain traction

The time is right, the time is now 

For bold, decisive action!

(It all comes down to history

And if the Whites should lose

We'll pat each other on the back

And blame it on the Jews....)

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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THE GOVERNMENT OF DOCTOR CHAN

The government of Doctor Chan

and Kublai Khan 'the Merican'....

It's all too plain - your sicko plan

Good conscience keeps me in the can.

I do not trust these Commanders in Chief

Nor their appointed butchers in clover leaf

Or seven star generals in space shuttle wars

that are still so secret - the rooms have no doors

Doctor Chan?  A Chinese Crook

Who rules the world from 'Babbling Brook'

Babbling Brook?  A secret place

Where nothing counts but saving face

Babbling Brook - a palace lush

Where business men, like sled dogs, mush

Everyone goes to where they're told

To sell plastic and bring back gold

Kublai Khan?  'the Merican?'

This is a code name for The Man

Whom Doctor Chan picks out by hand

The President, you understand

The President of this Great Land!

(And it's the same in Europe too

All Kings and Queens drink Doc Chan's brew.

And every other so called leader

Locked in step to Chan the Bleeder)

The world turns fast from day to night

There's work to do and wars to fight

Yet darkness never turns to light

And Doctor Chan is always right

They say he's lived ten thousand years

Sustained by Blood and Sweat and Tears

He drinks them from a wooden cup

Adorned with orchids, and for sup

They say he eats the flesh of men

Which is why they're not seen again

They disappear from time to time

Are cooked in pots of salty brine

He feasts upon the soft, sweet meat

And then, to make his meal complete

He sips a tea of special brew

And wipes his mouth when he is through

And Kublai Khan?  'the Merican?'

His job is pretty small, this man

He looks good in a tie and coat

And makes sure sharks swim in the moat

To be sure we don't get a look

at that strange place called 'Babbling Brook'

Beyond that, Kublai's job is war

He starts em, fuels em, know what for?

To generate Blood, Sweat and Tears

To fuel the Doctor through his years

And now they're having wars in space

The Doctor seeks to rule the place

He's set his sights on other worlds

and as his plan slowly unfurls

His secret weapon is the fact

That aliens, when they're attacked

Don't understand the deck is stacked

They're much like us, and that's a fact!

They only came here seeking signs

Of Love and Peace but Chan divines

A play to lay claim to their homes

and sack them all like astral Romes

And thus the Shuttle Wars are fought

Are we alone?  No we are not

A billion-billion worlds await

Mad Doctor Chan and our same fate

This poem that you read is true

That's why I wrote it down for you

Late breaking news - out of the blue

Chan ain't a chink - seems he's a Jew....

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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A THOUSAND-THOUSAND IMBECILES

A thousand-thousand imbeciles

Will tell you you're a fool

Because you have not renounced Christ

Nor trashed his Golden Rule

They'll tell you He's a mannequin

- a puppet on a stick

They'll mock and curse and hem and haw

And spare no dirty trick

The sources to which they refer

The books through which they plod

Were penned by men who openly

Praised Satan as their god

Crowley? William Butler Yeats?

Who's next? Police Chief Darrell Gates?

Why not ask de Sade what he thinks?

We'll dig him up. (He probably stinks.)

We see it more and more these days

These digital stump speeches

The anti-christ's foul spotted fruit -

This nonsense that he preaches

The rebel angel loves it all

These lies his grand delight

This is his own language, of course

BUT DARKNESS IS NOT LIGHT!

The Devil wanted to be God

His pride drove him to madness

And now you think that you're a god?

I'm nigh pegged down in sadness 

I'll pray for you - He'd want me to

Even as stones are thrown

But that's okay - go be that way

Christ won't forget His own

And as for me, just look and see

I'll kneel here by the Cross

Christ's company - no tyranny

Lucifer's Fall - no loss.

And as for me, just wait and see

I'll stand tall with the Man

A Crown of Life upon my head

What don't you understand?

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN 

===============================================>>>

KALASHNIKOV'S GIFT

I damn nearly cried

When I heard that he'd died

Old Kalashnikov's gone to the grave

Though he'd reached 94

Yes I shrieked and I swore

And I prayed that his Soul would be saved

He never got paid

For the guns that he made

As a Commie he walked a hard path

If he'd come to the West

To compete with the best

Well, it's not hard to work out the math

He made so many guns

They are measured in tons

In some hotspots they have them like sand

Kalashnikov's gift -

A political rift

Do you think this is what he had planned?

Some say he loved war

This is what his gun's for

As were swords, the crossbow and the lance

The simple design

A reliable sign

That gives soldiers a fair fighting chance

So he had a good run

And so has his gun

I hope he's right up there in Heaven

Blasting away

To the Devil's dismay

With a shiny AK-47

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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HELL

I wrote some verse

It was quite terse

More than twelve years now past

The poem was lost

The paper was tossed

The dye, as they say, was cast

It went like this

I still recall

The last few lines

To end it all -

Hell is a place

Of lonliness -

Of emptiness -

Of ice.

Consider this a warning

from your brother, Christian Price.

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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IMAGINE there's no Israel 

                           - you know the tune

Imagine there's no Israel

It's easy - close your eyes

No Arab children burned with phosphorus

No more of AIPAC's lies

Imagine the U.S. Congress

Getting up off their knees - woo-hoooo

Jews might say I'm anti-Semitic

But that's just a trick they play

Manipulating your emotions

What else could they ever say?

Imagine all the Neo-cons

Led off to the gallows' pole

Michael Chertoff in a blindfold

May God have mercy on his soul

Imagine all the people

Living life in peace - woo-hoooo

They might say that I'm a hater

But it's words of Love I sing

Let's ban Israel from the planet

So that Freedom's Bells may ring!

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

===============================================>>>

OBAMA SENT A FLYING DRONE

Obama sent a flying drone

It killed her world

She survived alone

This desert girl

Now has no home

Since Obama sent his flying drone

Obama sent a flying drone

And in its path the light that shown

Was only seen in infrared

They never saw it

Now they’re dead

Obama sent a flying drone - and

Her whole world was rent asunder

When Obama brought his thunder

To her desert valley home

Which he’d been sacking

like Old Rome

 - CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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MC BIG A

I started small time

Beer halls

Bad putsch

Close calls

This is not a joke, man

This be my flow, man

If Germany is gonna live

Jews gotta go, man

Do I want a Porsche?

I'm thinking 'No thanks'

I got that muthafucka

Building all my Tiger Tanks

I floss Mercedes Benz

When I ride wit my friends

Ragtop down so I can stand

When you see me, raise dat hand

Dirtnap suckas fill tha ditches

Heil me!  You fucking bitches

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

===============================================>>>

MISTER LEAD FROM THE REAR MAN OF THE YEAR

He goes by "Mick Micro"

He is NOT a psycho

He seeks to do just what is right

He leads from the rear

So let's give him a cheer

Clap your hands if your color is White

Though he'll show his real face

Some claim he's a disgrace

Since he hides behind such a dumb name

So they call him a clown

"The Movement" watered down

But old "Mick" accepts none of the blame

He's been vetted, you see

He's above you and me

He's a Top Dog who does what he must

And when we're all attacked

Since the deck has been stacked

Good ol' "Mick" will avoid the big bust

This is not 'cause he's scared

He is always prepared

To lean into a pitch for "The Cause"

When brave "Mick" gets away

He'll be able to say

That his job was to dodge the Jew's jaws

When we're all in a camp

Being led down the ramp

To the gas-cellar where we will die

Good brave "Mick" will be left

To feel sad and bereft

As he 'fights on' without you or I

So let's give him a hand

Come on folks!  Let's all stand

As he comes up to accept his prize

Mister Lead from the Rear

Is Our Man of the Year

He's confounded The Enemy's spies

(Yes "The Party" will thrive

It will still be alive

In "Mick's" heart when the rest of it dies)

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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CREATOR'S NOTE : Before I climb a tree I like to give it a good shake first.  I want to see what sort of rotten fruit and dead wood might come falling out; which species of birds or other woodland creatures might be startled into breaking cover from their leaf-obscured roosts via even the gentlest of seismic provocations.

It's nothing against the tree of course.  I simply learned, long ago, that last thing I want to do - in a World like ours - is to go clawing on up into high and unfamiliar branches and suddenly find myself face to face with a panther or some wild ape. - CMH

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NO OTHER CURE

I took all my vices

And gave them to mices

And then fed the mices to cats

I fed those felines

To some dogs near the pines

And the dog's blood I then fed to bats

So the bats flew away for a year and a day

And came back one night late in the fall

As they lit on my neck

I exclaimed "What the heck!"

Seems my vices had not left at all

And so here I sit

As infected as shit

With bad habits I'm too shamed to list

Seems that year and a day

Were a wishful stage play

That my mind had dreamed up - here's the twist

If I try really hard

And I play the right card

I can keep myself sin-free and pure

So I wake up each day

And I re-write that play

No!  For me -

There is no other cure

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

===============================================>>>

THE MOST THAT WE CAN HOPE

What this World is

And why it should be thus

Will never ever change

Even though we might discuss

The things that hurt us most

And the things we deeply fear

The things we'd re-arrange

Like an engine changing gear

The only problem being

We are not this World's Creator

The green machine cares not

So go ahead and call me 'hater'

The most that we can hope

And the best that we can do

Is to look inside our Hearts

And bravely face that which is True

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

"Money Power and Usury are the battles on the material plane. 

The real issue is our enslavement to the material world, 

our preoccupation with self." 

- ANTHONY MIGCHELS from REAL CURRENCIES

===============================================>>>

LET ME GIVE YOU ALL A CLUE

Let me give you all a clue

Commercial products are killing you

I might get killed for saying so

But all this crap will lay you low

The perfumes in your laundry soap

Are just a toxic hangman's rope

The aluminum in your deodorant gel

After you're dead you're gonna smell

The pills that you were told to take

By that two-faced lab-coated snake

Will keep you sick for your whole life

Land you under the surgeon's knife

The plastic bottle at your mouth

Will have your health soon headed south

Must I even mention fast food?

I've tried my best not to sound rude

Your teeth are full of mercury

They told you 'silver' but, trust me

They lied right to your trusting face

It ought to be a Federal case

Fluoride got dumped into your water

And milk hormones that made your daughter

Look 18 when she was 10

She'll never be the same again

The round-up ready corn they pump

Into nearly everything they dump

Onto the Walmart grocery aisles

Imagine their accountant's smiles

It's not a theory my dear folks

Death is a wheel - these are the spokes

They're killing us to turn a buck

Yet most of us don't give a fuck

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

===============================================>>>

WHEN JIMMY JOINED THE C.I.A.

When Jimmy joined the C.I.A.

He thought it sounded cool

He'd just finished his MBA

(Oh! How he hated school)

He flew down to Langley, V-A

To interview and such

He was surprised when no one

Really asked him very much

He got a call within two weeks

And flew back down once more

He raised his hand and swore his oath

Without knowing the score

They had him sign a form or two

In black ink - not in blood

He never had to do

A single push-up in the mud

They cut him loose and sent him home

They told him that they'd call

He started getting paychecks in the mail

And that's not all -

From time to time a package

Would arrive by UPS

Cocaine and guns, a human hand

What's next? He could not guess

And so a decade's years went by

They never called by phone

He cashed his checks and banked the loot

And spent his time alone

From time to time the bell would ring

The packages kept coming

They filled his basement over time

Poor Jimmy kept on humming

He did not know the words, you see

To this peculiar song

The C.I.A. was laughing

Yes. They'd played him all along

One day the cops kicked in his door

And shot him in his brain

The headlines read that Jimmy

Was “A Mad Dog Gone Insane"

Forensic teams went through the house

And found that crazy gear

Body parts and crystal meth

And guns and bombs, Oh dear!

When everything was said and done

The story was complete

They covered up ten years of ops

And Jimmy took the heat

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

===============================================>>>

THE HOLY TRUE AND LIVING GOD 

The Holy True and Living God

Is not a lizard nor a frog

He does not take an earthly form

Not dog nor pig nor unicorn

But if He chooses He still can

Walk among us as a Man

No contradiction to this truth

I learned it in my early youth

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

===============================================>>>

TO GO INSANE ON PURPOSE

To go insane on purpose -

It really is no trick.

I drink a beer

And drink a beer

And drink a beer real quick.

I wait a little while

And take a hit of weed.

Then drink a beer

And drink a beer

With elegance and speed.

The final step is easy -

I just smoke a bit more pot.

Then drink a beer

And drink a beer -

I do it quite a lot.

The blackout is quite stealthy.

Intellect in full retreat.

Quite soon I'll find

I've lost my mind.

The process is complete.

Once in that altered state,

I often simply chill -

In my soft chair

I love to air

THE TRIUMPH OF THE WILL!

Or else I'll jump online a while

Perhaps even the phone.

Wear a paper crown.

Burn bridges down.

And laugh like Hell - alone.

I'll badger my whole friends list

And threaten them with death.

Then drink a beer

And drink a beer -

Take a hit and hold my breath.

But oh - once in a while

When the stars just won't line up -

The SWAT team comes

With heavy guns

Beyond the Arms of Krupp.

This shamanistic madness

Does not save me from remorse

Once I understand

I'm in the hands

Of my local police force.

The charges may be petty

Or they may be bad indeed

But either way

I'll have to pay

So please, dear friends, take heed.

To go insane on purpose

In a world as sick as this

Makes perfect sense

You think I'm dense -

But it makes me merciless.

And merciless feels better

Than living on my knees.

Rather a knave

Than a dumb debt-slave.

Thank God I hold the keys!

A drunken fucking pot head

Is all I want to be.

When I come down

I'll write it down

In rhyming poetry.

(When I'm blasted - don't fuck with me.)

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

===============================================>>>

THE GOVERNMENT IS SHUTTING DOWN

The government is shutting down

There's nothing left but death around

I tried to write love songs today

But globalism wouldn't stay away

There's too much truth in too few lies

The President wears monkey ties

This total plan still makes no sense

We cannot find law precedents

The people lost their history

To 9/11 and Wiki-P

There used to be a thing we called

Destroying enemies abroad

And one more thing - keep a few guns

For the motherfucking domestic ones

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

===============================================>>>

THE GENERAL WAS A BIG FAT GUY

The General was a big fat guy

His laugh would shake the mountains

But when he drank

His ideas stank

And blood would flow like fountains

He lived one hundred thousand lives

Each one worse than the last

He fought with swords

Slaughtered great hoards

Thank God it's all now past

One hundred thousand is the mark

That God sets for each soul

He had his chance

He did his dance

And now he's reached the goal

The General died for his last time

His soul was called to Heaven

So he stood tall

Before them all -

The Angel's Council of Seven

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

===============================================>>>

OH HOW I HATE THIS WEBSITE

(ode to facebook)

Oh how I hate this website

Oh I want to kick it's ass

Just to smash it with a hammer

Like a fucking piece of glass

How I'd love to find the assholes

Who are running this whole thing

And burn them into cinders

At the center of a ring

In the circus of humanity

Inside the chief Big Top

I would light them all on fire

And give Zuckerberg a chop

To the portion of his spine

That's connected to his neck

Fucking Jew!  Fucking asshole!

Fucking rat!  What the heck?!

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

===============================================>>>

BANISHED FROM MY HEART

banished from my heart forever - baby

banished from my soul

feel us fall apart - feel you fall away

and it seems like such a long way to go

no i never thought you'd leave me - baby

never thought we'd come untied

but when the Golden Bow breaks

and the children go mad

you know we'll wish them all away with our hearts

there's so much that i would say

if i had you here today

the world was yours to change

but now that it's not -

and it seems like such a long way to go...

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

===============================================>>>

A CERTAIN TERROR

The daily news

Built to confuse

The working man...

Who never can

Rise above the ceiling

Of this lost and lonely feeling

They keep this beast of burden

Like an inferior race

- and so I live with a certain terror of the unseen things.

Social media

Wikipedia

The thinking man

Who never can

Pierce the false illusion

Of this engineered confusion

A brain inside a straightjacket

Never to be released

- and so I live with a certain terror of the unseen things.

Education

(((Infestation)))

Liquidation of Creation

Everyone too smart - too sly

To ever truly believe in God

culturally Marxist clap-trap

University a bear trap

Indoctrination's what it's for

(Plus a life of debt galore!)

- and so I live with a certain terror of the unseen things.

Formalized religious expression

Drained of life and love

Depression

Is the only thing

That it will ever bring

To my door

Worldly church - Babylon whore

The filthy bitch they kneel before

- and so I live with a certain terror of the unseen things.

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

===============================================>>>

FIRST AND LAST

Some are born on Earth

but have no place to live

Others are rich beyond measure

but have nothing to give

When Christ comes back from Heaven

And the trumpets roar and clatter

I hope He comes to free the sons

Of the first and not the latter

The Catholic Church is richer

Than a hundred nations bound

But ask the Pope for a buck and a smoke

He'll be nowhere to be found

I think what makes me sicker

Than the lies and greed and wars

Is the way these Euro bankers

Turned our Congress into whores

The Mormons think their money

Is proof God loves them best

The Jews believe their Talmud

Makes them better than the rest

Some Arabs have more cash flow

Than you or I could dream

A true prophet would be disgusted

By their profits from gasoline

Some are born to riches

Yet live their lives in fear

Some are trapped in poverty

But rejoice year after year

When Christ comes back from Heaven

And I hope He makes it fast

I hope He comes to clear up

What he meant by 'first' and 'last'

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

===============================================>>>

DYLANN STORM ROOF

Dylann Storm Roof - going down.

A single voice cannot be found

To say a word and ask the state

To reconsider his sad fate.

Did he kill them?  Yes indeed.

Was it senseless?  That's agreed.

Does he have a price to pay?

"Yes he does." is what I say.

But someone please explain to me

The basis of this odd theory

That killing Dylann somehow will

Teach others that it's wrong to kill.

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

===============================================>>>

GOD BLESS THAT MAYOR

Christopher Louras

Self-crowned king of that morass

Affectionately known as Rut-vegas

His secret desire

To sneak and conspire

And help the Wahhabis invade us

God bless that mayor

And the third party payer

His covert source of the money

Could that be the reason

For his open treason?

The Saudi's sure think that it's funny

 

All it took was his greed

And the Sharia seed

Is now planted in our sovereign soil

The dupes might all cheer

But it's perfectly clear

It was paid for with profits from oil

 

Yes, he'll get a fair trial

Sure we'll give him a while

To protest and plead and appeal

But don't ever doubt

That the clock will time out

True Justice will bring him to heel

 

Keep laughing, old son

Now your plot's come undone

The muzrat supply is now ended

You'll soon get a rope

In exchange for your hope

Too damn bad if my rhymes have offended

 

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

===============================================>>>

SPIKED

God saved this Special work for me

He knew that I would like it

He threw the ball

And guess what, y'all?

I caught it and I spiked it

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

===============================================>>>

DEAL-MAKIN' DON

He sits and he thinks

And he thinks and he sits

And he sits and he thinks some more

Sure he's killed a lot of people

In each case they had it coming

Just watch out

Or he'll give you the what-for

A King in his castle

He's a man best not to hassle

If you cross him once

He'll cross you back thrice

If you look him in the eye

Be sure to smile smart and sly

or he might take it as an insult

(And he might never tell you why.)

He's nothing like the others

He never had no Nazi brothers

He don't give a shit about your faith or race

He's just deal-makin' Don

All Manhattan's his front lawn

You can mock him but he'll laugh back in your face

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

===============================================>>>

EPIC CHARLES

Charlie Krafft is neither daft

Nor in over his head

Mr. Krafft is on a raft

He's floating high instead

Epic Charles avoids the snarls

Of salt, water and sun

He rides the waves

'bove wat'ry graves

His journey is not done

(According to Wikipedia

 He's a master of many a media

 But social is not one.)

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

===============================================>>>

FAT FAISAL GILL

It's time to kill Fat Faisal Gill

And chop him into fourths

And hang his joints

As the compass points

At east, south, west and north

This is Vermont, not Pakistan

That wigwog needs to understand

His creepy death-cult and it's laws

Will never get its filthy paws

Will never sink its bloody jaws

Into this green and sacred land!

Let justice be done

Or blood flow like fountains

No to Islam

In these Green Mountains

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

(FROM HAYDEN'S CONTROVERSIAL, UNDERGROUND, POETRY CYCLE - 

THE HENRY IX VERSES, also titled 

"If I was the God-selected but self-crowned First American King of England") 

===============================================>>>

POGROM

Bring me the head of Jared Kushner

And the scalp of Donald Trump

Round up the Jews of New York City

And gas-truck them all to the dump

Capture Jewboy Chuckie Schumer

And drag him kicking and screaming

To a clean and well-lit torture cell

I'm done with rhymes and memeing

Cut out the tongue of Debbie Wasserman-Schultz

And pack it up Hillary's ass

Sit Bernie down and serve him a meal

Roast pork laced with fine ground glass

What do we do with Ben Shapiro?

Gun him down cold - he's not my hero

What should be done with Charles Krauthammer?

Bash out his brains with a claw tooth hammer!

Sweep through Hollywood in one single night

Torch the damn sign and let it burn bright

Castrate Harv Weinstein and film as he weeps

And then do the same to the rest of those creeps

As for Mark Zuckerberg, set him on fire

And make him a necklace of a Goodyear tire

Then capture those pricks who run Google too

And feed them to lions in the San Diego zoo

The secret shareholders of the Federal Reserve

Are about to collect the dividends they deserve

As for Vlad Putin, you know what to do

Make a lampshade out of that rat crypto-Jew

It comes down to this, we have no other course

We can do it today with a small, special force

Nuke all of Israel at the stroke of my pen

And we'll finally make America great once again

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

(FROM HAYDEN'S CONTROVERSIAL, UNDERGROUND, POETRY CYCLE - 

THE HENRY IX VERSES, also titled 

"If I was the God-selected but self-crowned First American King of England") 

===============================================>>>

THE SEEDS OF OUR DESTRUCTION

The seeds of our destruction

Came walking into town

Their black eyes filled with hatred

Their skin a turdish brown

These filthy goddamned Moslems

All showed up in a day

The rich elites who brought them he re

Had nary a word to say

The seeds of our destruction

Set out without delay

To raise Hell with their mayhem

Which is their only way

They robbed and raped and killed us

And burned our churches down

The no-go zones are bigger

Every time I go to town

The seeds of our destruction

Have started holding court

They stoned a young girl yesterday

On the grounds of the old fort

How did they ever come here?

Who brought them all this way?

These traitors we call 'rich elites!'

There's nothing more to say.

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

===============================================>>>

L.B. BORK

I met a guy on Facebook

Who said he held the keys

To freedom from all tyrannies

He said "$49.95 please."

I didn't have the money

So I 'friended' him instead

I read his posts both day and night

And this is what he said -

"Everyone is stupid."

"You deserve to be a slave."

"You've chosen not to buy my book -

Go dig your own cold grave"

I asked him, "What's the truth then?

"If you know, man, spit it out"

He held his cards close to his chest

And fanned my flames of doubt.

I did a little research

To see what others thought

It seems he wanted yet more cash

From those, his book, who'd bought.

I wondered, "What's the deal here?

If this book 'will set you free'

Why would I need to pay him more

Having read it all, you see?"

And so I did confront him

Right there on Facebook threads

He said I was a 'nervy jerk'

As bad as all these Reds

But soon my message box was filled

With warnings from the masses

This guy was just a snake oil man

Who'd fucked them in their asses

His insults and his double-talk

Were nothing but a ploy

A money-grubbing Jew-like scum

Exploiting all the 'Goy'

His technique is semantics

His 'legal grounds' are funny

He plays with words and minds, you see

But all he wants is money

And so I did 'unfriend' him

And wrote this little rhyme

To warn the world about L.B. Bork

For now and for all time

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

[I wrote this poem several years ago.  Just recently this confidence man

popped back up again, trying to scam money out of idealistic truther 

movement folks so I dug these verses out and decided to post them on here.  Enjoy.]

===============================================>>>

HEY VERMONT DIGGER!

Hey Vermont Digger!

What's up Anne and Dave?

You played me like a ni99er

But I ain't nobody's slave

 

While you were playing Checkers

I sat here playing Chess

I've torn you both new assholes

'CAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING WITH THE BEST!

 

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

===============================================>>>

EMILY

I'll tell you who I Love the most

Her name was Emily

She died for beauty way back

In another century

I raise my glass and drink a toast

Here in this lonely room

Miss Dickinson I sob at thoughts

Of you there in your tomb

She was so perfect, pure and sweet

Her poetry so fair

Within herself she was complete

My mind can see her there

Dear girl - unspotted from the World

Alone up in her room

Transcending time and thought and breath

Regressed back to the womb

She died for Beauty - lived for Truth

And while I still draw breath

I bear this pain True Love invokes

Until we meet in Death

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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This time transcending love poem was written in humble adoration for the elegant poetess Emily Dickinson, one of my greatest inspirations - if not to say influences - in the gentle art of rhyming verse.  It may sound funny for me to say it but, in many ways my life has mirrored hers, if only by accident.  Emily spent her years content to stay locked away from the wicked world outside her Massachusetts home.  She rarely went outdoors and mostly refused visitors.  Most of her poems never saw the light of day until after her death. 

For better or worse, I have the Internet.  And the Internet has my poems, most of which appear right here on this same blog.  The good, the not so good and the wretched ones too.

My poem EMILY is deliberately written as a sort of answer to Emily Dickinson's I DIED FOR BEAUTY.  It is my time-honored favorite of all her precious and delicate works.  I really do love her.

- CMH

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I DIED FOR BEAUTY

I died for beauty, but was scarce

Adjusted in the tomb,

When one who died for truth was lain

In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?

"For beauty," I replied.

"And I for truth - the two are one;

We brethren are," he said.

And so, as kinsmen met a-night,

We talked between the rooms,

Until the moss had reached our lips,

And covered up our names.                         

- EMILY DICKINSON

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NO SHEEP IS NOBLE TO A WOLF

no sheep is noble to a wolf

nor should he ever dare be

for wolves live quite by other rules

so save your voice and spare me

what's sacred in the lives of sheep

is fresh green grass and lots of sleep

but no wolf's stomach was ever filled

when bloodless grass is all he'd swilled

a sheep will get good grades to be

the model of mediocrity

but a wolf will not see his genes passed

if he's not mean and strong and fast

a moral compass is a thing

that points one way on its true swing

BUT - when to a different hand it's passed

that needle spins 'round sure and fast

don't judge me if my teeth look sharp

no angel strumming on his harp

has ever had to stand and face

the gosh-darn Joos that run this place

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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MY HEART WAS ICED

Lord Jesus Christ

My heart was iced

And only you could thaw it

You changed my life

Cut like a knife

And all your Angels saw it

Dear Precious Lord

Please grab your sword

And swing on down to Save us

In these Last Days

I'll sing your praise

Warmed by the Hope You gave us

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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BAD MANNERS

I am not designed to become refined

No matter how much money I make me

I'd much rather see (though you may disagree)

Just how far bad manners might take me

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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DEATH TO VARIOUS THINGS

Death to various things

Like banks and debts and rings

Debt-slaves wear in their noses

Which never smell the roses

Death to various stuff

No list could be enough

It's far too late to enumerate

So let's do this off the cuff

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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SCRATCH ANY PROBLEM

Peerless and fearless

and - God damn it - beerless

I understand now

Just why Van Gogh went earless

I sit at the bench

And I stare at the screen

The world is a circus

If you know what I mean

The cops are all liars

The judges are too

Scratch any problem

And you'll find a Jew

The news is all bullshit

Reporters are whores

Bent over to Satan

Ass-up on all fours

The Moslems are coming?

No my friend, they are here

Their intentions transparent

And perfectly clear

The Chinese are hostile

And hungry for oil

Soon Mao's Red Immortals

Hope to divvy our spoils

The college professors

Are Communist Yids

Who you pay through the nose

To mind-rape your own kids

They come home resentful

Trained to hate their own kind

While most everyone else

Sits back stupid and blind

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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GUIDO VON LIST

Guido Von List

Was caught-out quite pissed

In an alley behind the Queen's Pub

The poor drunken bloke

Was seen taking a toke

On a blunt that was barely a nub

When Guido was caught

Not a soul ever thought

The rumors would swirl with such speed

Poor Mister von List

Has been "hugged and then kissed"

Public shaming for boozing and weed

Thus his magickal night

Was turned to pure shite

Twas a sorry affair, yes indeed

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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MAXWELL TRACY THE BOLSHEVIK DOG

We've observed the attacks

of Councilman Max

(this rhyme game's so easy

it makes me feel greasy)

But as I was saying

Old Max has been playing

at being a Commie

in the Bernie Boy army

Yeah Max is a pinko

His politics stinko

He's passing out dimes

To play Communist plinko

He hates every white and defends every wog

He's Maxwell Tracy the Bolshevik dog

He's taking his cues from the Communist Jews

He's Maxwell Tracy and he's gonna lose

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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CHIEF SHAWN BURKE

Chief Shawn Burke

Had a nose like a Turk

And an attitude to match

You can bet...

He spent years on the squad

Who perpetrate the damn fraud

Called the "war on drugs"

He's a vet.

By the time he made chief

Donned that gold clover leaf

He'd sent thousands of souls

To the slammer

But make no mistake

Many cases were faked

They were all just frail nails

For his hammer

Is perjury ever worse 

Than when the cops do it first?

Think hard - I recommend that you do

If mean old Chief Burke

Decides you are a jerk

He might stick a spare kilo on YOU

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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NEVER

We will never be happy

We will never be at peace

We will always fight and bicker

Like the city-states of Greece

We will never be good neighbors

We will never get along

We will never be united

By the words of any song

We were born into this evil

The whole damned world is full of sin

And though we sing and pray for changes

We don't know where to begin

Perhaps the end is coming quickly

We all know it's on the way

Deep inside us we all tremble

At the thought of Judgment Day

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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TRAMADOL

Tramadol, Oh Tramadol

I can't feel a thing at all

My nurse speaks with a southern drawl

When she brings me my Tramadol

Tramadol, Oh Tramadol

With you, pain has no hope at all

So long as Nursie doesn't stall

When she brings me my Tramadol

Tramadol, Oh Tramadol

She runs here with you when I call

I grin and warn, "Don't slip and fall."

She smiles back, "Don't worry, y'all."

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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GUN GRABBIN' PHIL

When gun grabbin' Phil

Took his red "wake up" pill

He only pretended to swallow

He cheeked that red pill

Did ol' gun grabbin' Phil

And he waited to see what would follow

When Phil was elected, he promised, you see

To protect Vermont's guns and just let them be

But when Nicholas Cruz pulled his murderous spree

Phil picked up his pen and declared a decree:

"The shooting in Florida has me upset.

"I'm signing this bill and I'm not through yet.

"With every mass shooting, I'll be here, you can bet-

"to erode all your gun rights and spread out the net."

Gun grabbin' Phil is a RINO, you see

A Judas to his whole constituency

He feasts on the fruit of the poisonous tree

And shits out the lies he tells you and tells me

One can hope this must leave Phil quite lonely

Fitting karma for a Republican In Name Only

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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HURRAY! HURRAY! HURRAY!

Hurray! Hurray! Hurray! Hurray!

Fast Internet came back today!

It crapped out one week yesterday -

But now it's back and life's okay!

(It was so slow I wished I'd died -

I daydreamed my own suicide....)

Hurray! Hurray! Hurray! 

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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DOOBIE LIKED TO DANCE CUZ HE HAD ANTS IN HIS PANTS

Doob - my baby brother - pooped his own fancy pants

It fell out of his pantleg when he got up to dance

He cried just like a sissy when the smell broke his trance

And when our mommy cleaned his bottom it was covered in ants

Doobie loved to dance cuz he had ants in his pants

Doobie loved to dance cuz he had ants in his pants

I'm singing this now so he will know in advance

The next time I'm in town it sure won't be just by chance

Doobie grew up mad cuz I was meaner than Hell

I wish it wasn't true but that's the way the tree fell

I was a rotten bully - I'd complain of his smell

When he didn't even stink - it was a lie I would tell

When Doobie was older he was never my friend

He sold me a car but then he sold it again

Sure, he gave back the money but that was really the end

No more BEEEEEP* to attack and no more BEEEEEEP* to defend

Doobie loved to dance cuz he had ants in his pants

Doobie loved to dance cuz he had ants in his pants

He was so little then and he was pure as the snow

He's tripping if he thinks he's seen the last of big bro'

Doob, my baby brother - Matthew Hayden - you know

He's bigger than me now so I'll be sure to move slow

I'm gonna sneak up right beside him and "wet willie" his ear

And run off laughing crazy drunk on cheap ass Natty Ice beer

(I'm still a mean one like that. And I do still love him.)

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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FILL MY HEART WITH LOVE, LORD - a hymn for Sunday Mornings

Fill my heart with Love, Lord

All the Love you feel towards Man

I'll pass it on, oh yes I will

In a Way that fits Your Plan

The time wasted without you

The sin. The fear. The pain.

Wandering in the wasteland -

A madman gone insane

The time wasted without you

It seemed would never end

All broken down - an evil clown

Nothing left to pretend

CHORUS: Oh thank you for your Love, Lord

As it shines down from above

And thank you for your Grace, God

You have filled my heart with Love

I thank you for my life, Lord

You're the Hand and I'm the glove

This sinner sings with outstretched wings

And soars like Noah's dove

CHORUS: Oh thank you for your Love, Lord

As it shines down from above

And thank you for your Grace, God

You have filled my heart with Love

I'm not long for this world, Lord

I shall soon be on my way

To frolic in green meadows

In Your Heaven, far away

CHORUS: Oh thank you for your Love, Lord

As it shines down from above

And thank you for your Grace, God

You have filled my heart with Love

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

[A hymn for Sunday mornings, penned down just now

this Sunday morning, July 31, 2022. 

             God bless you all, friends.]

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I AWAIT MY FINAL JUDGMENT

I am dying of the pain which I have caused to other people

I am hiding in the clocktower of a local church's steeple

I am waiting for the angels and the devils all to come

I suspect that they shall burn me from this roost to which I've run

I await my Final Judgment if my name is in The Book

Because if it is not - then I will remain on the hook

And the suffering I've inflicted on the ones I loved the most

Will remain with me forever even when I am a ghost

I might walk the Earth like Marley wrapped in chains and all the rest

I'll be forced to pay weird visits - How did Dickens ever guess?

I will warn the ones I've damaged with my selfish stupid knife

Not to make the same mistakes as me - and always to love life

- CHRISTOPHER HAYDEN

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