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Alphabet
Soup
Gang
R.
Nicholson
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"Pajama
Party" | "Betrayal" |
"Mess
Hall
Recipe" |
"Salute
to
a
Canadian
Peace
Keeper" |
"Window
of
Reality"
PURE
From our garden of eden
Destroyed by Eve
God restores our faith
Before we leave
Generational disaster
Given without choice
We'll stick together
And share one voice
I'm always with you
One way or another
I will always love
And believe in
My brother!
So open your heart
And free your mind
Anything you dream
Your eyes will find
Lady Catherine
December 19th 2003
BACK TO TOPALL WAYS
I will always be right where I am.
No matter how far I go
He'll always be right by my side
For all the highs and lows.
It doesn't matter where we go
In this world of ours
As long as we always stick together
We'll smell the wild flowers.
In this world where we're allways alone
We allways have each other
To comfort all the sorrows
To care for one another.
So with you by my side
We'll concur all our dreams
Stroll through this world?s forest
Just following all the streams
Every once and awhile you'll find
A soul who?s unattached
So we drift from one another
And find it doesn't match
Just grab hold of life?s reality
And accept things as they are
Never settle for what you've got
All ways shoot for the stars.
So many bright souls in the sky
Room for so many more
Just give it all you've got
Get on that dance floor!
We're gonna stir up a storm
Singer of silent souls
Breathing out the life
Until everyone is full.
Lady Catherine
January 17, 2004
BACK TO TOP
STAR MEMBER
Soaring through the sky,
On this rollercoaster ride.
Searching to find
The mistery their lies.
Folders of lies,
Filed in our minds.
When unveiled,
They won't be kind.
So expect the worst,
Of every sort.
The trama you'll find,
Within that fort.
Even evidence,
Presence the courts,
Will cause horror,
And make life short.
For what is done is done,
We can not change.
Everything happens for a reason,
To a distant range.
So look inside yourselves,
To find the reason to right.
It won't be easy,
You may even fight.
This must end,
For the future bright.
For your childrens' safety,
Never out of sight.
Lady Catherine
January 18, 2004
BACK TO TOP
Ode
To
the
Council
En
mass
the
descended,
committees
of
hundreds
Concerned
by
the
ominous
shifting
of
tides
That
threatened
submersion
of
all
humans
under
An
ocean
of
burgeoning
corporate
rights
On
tables
arranged
with
the
details
of
scheming
Warning
all
readers
of
commons
encroached
Our
rights
to
clean
water,
warm
homes
and
plain
eating
Turned
sour,
exploited,
dismissed
and
revokes
Governments
once
formed
to
represent
interests
Essentially
for
the
well-being
of
all
Subjected
to
lobbies
of
self-serving
interests
Gratuities,
influence
--
threatening
calls...
The
council
composed
of
Canadian
people
All
deeply
concerned
with
our
compromised
laws
Work
daily
to
wake
up
the
mesmerized
sheeple
Who
absently
graze
on
false
values,
to
pause
Green
grass
in
the
form
of
lucrative
dollars
Are
doled
out
there
for
us
in
money
that's
loaned
Ten
cents
on
each
dollar,
say,
just
for
round
terms,
eh
Just
so
many
dollars
doled
out
in
this
fashion
Just
more
than
what's
made
so
then
how
could
all
play
A
game
that's
designed
so
that
some
of
us
lose
So
that
someone
can
win
We
measure
our
efforts,
we
make
in
out
lifetimes
The
value
we
worship,
no
more
than
a
game
Cooked
up
here
quite
slowly
with
just
subtle
changes
To
good
laws
designed
that
make
wealth
for
us
all
The
transfer
of
power
away
from
the
people
Over
to
just
a
few
affluent
friends
Privileged,
and
pompous,
these
favorite
people
Now
make
all
our
money
and
dole
out
the
bread
So
wake
up
and
realize
all
that
we're
losing
Competing
to
own
more
than
everyone
else
Instead
of
just
sharing
in
all
worth
pursuing
Together,
we
might
make
much
more
of
ourselves
Together
we
al
marched
in
staunch
solidarity
Objecting
to
freedom
delivered
by
guns
We
chanted
and
sang
about
good-will
and
charity
We
demonized
war-mongers
and
all
their
sons
But
Maude
won't
talk
money
and
money
reform
And
nor
will
Jack
Laton
but
Robinson
did
Yes,
Sven
called
for
changes,
for
money
reform
And
get
out
of
NAFTA
he
urged
just
before
An
emotional
moment
that
caused
him
to
make
What
turns
out
to
have
been
a
stupid
mistake
So
even
though
Jack
has
invited
him
back
No
voice
does
he
have
now
it
seems
that's
a
fact
After
stealing
a
ring,
getting
caught
in
the
act
So
wake
up
and
listen,
we're
in
this
together
One
plant,
one
people,
one
mission
in
life
To
all
learn
how
me
might
get
on
forever
All
family,
friends,
and
community
members
Devoid
of
self-interests
that
generate
strife.
D.
Thomson
December
6,
2007
BACK TO TOP
Alphabet
Soup
Gang
SAIC,
CIA,
Army
Intel,
DIA,
Satellites
link
these
agencies.
There's NSC,
NSA
and
don't
forget
the
DEA,
A network
linked
by
sattelites,
An
intelligence
apparatus.
We
work
in
tandem
where
we're
needed,
Trading
guns
and
dope
and
people,
Stir
up
trouble
where
we
go,
Social
structures
overthrown.
We're
the
"good
guys"
so
we're
told,
Our
work
is
sanctioned,
don't
you
know.
Yeah,
what
we
do
is
pretty
gruesome,
Fomenting
wars
and
pimping
children,
Doing
it
for
democracy,
And
some
friends
of
ours
- like
the
United
Fruit
Company.
Yeah
really
what
it's
all
about,
Is
exploitation...
I
want
out.
But
getting
out
is
never
easy,
In
this
deep,
it
gets
quite greasy.
We
target
stuff
we
see
from
heights,
Beamed
back
to
us
with
sattelites,
Like
precious
metals,
oil
and
such,
Human
lives
aren't
worth
that
much.
So
in
we
go
to
stir
dissent,
Trade
in
guns
and
drugs
and
"psych-ops",
Stealing
children
into
slaves,
To
process
all
the
opium
crops.
Finance
ventures
everywhere,
where
people
can't
fight
back.
There's
code-words
that
we
use
a
lot,
Like
psych-ops,
black
and
covert-ops,
Subtle
hints
of
espionage,
Personified
and
glamorized,
On
shows
that
we've
all
seen.
So
this
is
how
it's
rationalized,
Whenever
it's
identified,
In
mainstream
media.
So
now
you
see,
we've
all
been
had,
The
wars
we
fight
aren't
aimed
at
bad,
These
folks
we
harm
could
not
harm
us,
Not
even
if
they
wanted.
So
there
in
lies
a
deadly
pattern,
Not
Russia,
Cold
War's
deft
distraction,
Defenseless
nations
everywhere,
It's
call
the
"third
world"
war.
Before
I
go you ought
to know,
The
Fourth
War
started
years
ago,
It's
aimed
at
people
everywhere,
And
it
is
psychological.
Intelligence
is
built
upon,
A
base
of
knowlege
coming
from,
Inhuman
experimentation.
Even some
unknown
to
some,
Entire
populations.
There's
trauma-riddled
states
of
mind
Induced
to
see
what
one
might
find
Receptive
to
a
seed
that's
planted
Sprouting
forth
in
deeds
enacted
Triggered
later
by
an
odor,
A
certain
sound,
a
phrase
- it's
coded,
Buried
in
an
obscure
headline,
Want
ad,
cross-word,
maybe
phone-line.
Tests
that
serve
to
learn
much
more
These
altered
states
they
do
explore
To
alter
personalities.
I
could
go
on
but
it
gets
much
worse,
Of
horrors,
nightmares,
I
am
cursed,
Imprisoned
in
this
ghoulish
racket,
Serving
interests
quite
psychotic,
Who
get
rich
off war.
D.
Thomson
December
14,
2007
BACK TO TOP
Pajama
Party
The
exact
location
-
I
can
never
tell
you
where
Time
sensitive
-
or
they
terminate
me
right
there
Our
uniforms
were
foreign
-
their
language
was
a
must
Successful
operations
-
dependent
upon
their
trust
Neutralize
the
advisory
-
assume
their
identity
Infiltrate
their
POD
-
was
their
uniforms
UC
Terminate
the
targets
-
send
the
Intel
back
Signal
for
extraction
-
notify
the
SAC
Friendly
fire
-
as
deadly
as
could
be
Not
TEN's
fault
-
only
foreign
uniforms
UC
Orders
changed
-
after
the
Intel
went
out
Security
breach
-
there
was
some
serious
doubt
Unknown
identity
-
the
source
of
the
trouble
FIT
must
eliminate
us
all
-
to
terminate
any
double
It
was
none
of
us
-
a
critical
error
unfortunately
The
trouble
was
-
the
uniforms
UC
R.
Nicholson
November
14,
1999
BACK TO TOP
Betrayal
Please
do
not
condemn
me
for
what
I
have
unwittingly
done
Upholding
your
freedoms
with
my
smoking
gun
Now
avenging
ghosts
haunt
the
horror
of
my
night
As
they
raise
from
their
graves
to
continue
our
fight
We
met
only
once
and
with
their
lives
they
paid
As
their
blood
flowed
silently
off
my
cold
steel
blade
There
was
no
compassion
or
mercy
on
the
Grim
Reapers
face
For
the
death
and
destruction
sanctioned
in
that
foreign
place
No
discrimination
from
Elsie
or
Claymore
once
armed
and
placed
For
the
Ace
of
Spades
was
freely
dealt
to
all
they
faced
There
are
no
records
and
you
will
never
find
a
name
Of
our
disposable
section
fighting
their
deadly
political
game
Only
now
do
I
understand
there
was
never
any
need
It
was
not
for
freedom
but
rather
the
evils
of
power
and
greed
See
the
illusion
of
their
inverted
truth
as
you
watch
your
back
For
the
innocent
will
be
the
victims
of
the
ultimate
Black
Ops
attack
Try
to
understand
why
I
once
wrongly
thought
it
was
right
As
I
ask
for
forgiveness
from
only
those
who
terrorize
my
night
Now
the
battle
for
freedom
is
one
that
I
alone
must
fight
No
longer
able
to
justify
the
pain
and
terror
in
the
hell
of
my
night
Try
to
understand
the
meaning
of
that
which
only
I
can
see
For
death
is
my
path
to
freedom
-
only
then
will
they
set
me
free
R.
Nicholson
November
11,
2001
BACK TO TOP
Mess
Hall
Recipe
The
sum
is
the
color
divisible
by
blue
Factor
the
spectrum
or
the
clearance
is
not
true
The
square
root
of
the
mass
will
open
the
gate
Miscalculate
the
density
and
seal
you
own
fate
The
true
light
will
shine
when
ohms
law
is
real
If
the
voltage
is
watt
the
more
amps
you
will
feel
The
velocity
of
the
distance
shines
in
your
sight
To
survive
this
direction
you
must
be
right
See
the
distortion
and
identify
the
lack
Misuse
the
prism
and
you
will
not
come
back
The
ingredients
are
added
to
complete
your
pi
To
survive
the
solar
void
join
one
with
aie
Follow
the
directions
from
this
mess
hall
book
The
gate
will
open
if
you
know
how
to
cook
R.
Nicholson
November
14,
1999
BACK TO TOP
Salute
to
a
Canadian
Peace
Keeper
He
wore
the
insignia
of
a
Canadian
Combat
Engineer
The
proud
you
