Friday, December 31, 2010

The Bee Hive

The Bee Hive

Bees are fanciful creatures
Found soaring amongst the out-stretched stems of feline flora
Scientifically assessing the virility of each fragrant maiden
Nature’s surrogate Samaritan pollinating the cushioned beds of sun-drenched virgins
Stigmatizing erect stamen with a buzzing gentleness

But where have our gentle creatures gone
The yellow and black striped tuxedos rarely visit anymore
Flowers fewer as concrete pads fill the terra beds
Toxic particles saturate the once clean air
The skill of the gardener’s hand now retreated to the grave

Those hardy remaining few still retreat to the hive at each day’s end
A menagerie of hexagonal portals formed with repetitive accuracy
Pollen and sweetened honey shape its gelatinous walls
The young and yet to be lay dormant within the geometric chambers
At the centre of its womb rests a watchful Queen

A colony filled with structure and social order
Worker bees keep constant the hive temperature while dispensing pollen
Laying worker bees given charge of birthing the manly drones
The latter in turn become the impregnators of the awaiting Queen
Nature’s harem simulating a sweet utopian fantasy

But is this really so
Will this carefully crafted monarchy stand the test of time
Are we as the diminishing bumble bee
Perhaps sadly already prisoners inside an impenetrable wall of deceit
Flowers lost, the Bumble Bee lost and perhaps Paradise lost too.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Monday, December 27, 2010

The Multinational

The Multinational

A grotesque aberration spawned by good intentions
Inventive minds conjuring the secrets of the physical world
Innovation casting the past into recession
The future unwillingly to be impacted by its special effects

This is the birth of the multinational
An idea obsessed by boundless economic benefit
A creative mind lured into the jaws of greed
Patent ready destruction synergizing a veiled force of financial opportunism

The inventor bestowed with prosperity and wealth
Befriended by Elitists, Politicians and the hunger of Moneylenders
Finally falling prey to an obsessive voraciousness to corrupt everything
As a cancer cell ravages the very host that gives it life

In due course this good intention marries another
Placing its impression on the phenomenon called life
Always on the look out to befriend the creativity of other magical minds
As melatonin works its wonder on the pineal

Its incarnation seen as pin striped suits walking within the guarded brick and mortar
Secret vaults store the ingredients of mind-bending mutation
A political bodyguard sits at its right side
The law comfortably flanking the transgressing left

Look closely to realize that we have given birth to anarchy
A Pandora’s Box whose lid lays dormant on a slippery floor
Ideas intended to comfort the few and not the masses
A financial monster whose conduct ultimately breeds contempt for all concerned.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Dispensable Lives

Dispensable Lives

Obsolescence was the credo of the twentieth century
Mechanized manufacturing replaced the talented hand
Computerization laid dormant the thinking mind, and
Technology tantalized the yearning of the insatiable ego

Mankind had stumbled upon Satan’s secret door
No longer a Garden of everlasting potential
But rather a vineyard of hallucinogenic possibilities
Supplemented by a plethora of pharmaceutical candy

The Cross, the Stars and Crescent Moon thrown into celestial chaos
The Prophets of history subjected to scorn and ridicule
Saints and Martyrs mocked for their piety
The Clergy victims of the body politic and their own debauchery

Gold and silver transformed into a diabolical paper
Glorified with symbols of all seeing possibilities
Monarchs, in treasonous treachery, fashioned the iconography
Natures’ illustration on the backside depicted what would be lost

The greed for everything has cost us all
Dispensable clothes, cars and family now mean that we are dispensable too
A fetus, a child, a woman, a man and all God’s creation
Now the sorrow filled puss of a veiled and cowardly Satanic power.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Friday, December 24, 2010

My Friend Victor

My Friend Victor

To my very best friend Victor
His name an oxymoron in light of his many personal challenges
His life comparable to that of the romantically nomadic gypsy
Celebrating his being with every woman he meets

Kandinsky and Picasso his abstractionist heroes
He to the nonrepresentational and conceptual artist
One who reflects through his own paintings and sculpture
Sketching life as the jovial vagrant on the edges of the human boundary

Victor’s condition may stem from the fact that he is as the wandering Jew
It could also be that the Rabbi had too much vodka at the Bris
Nonetheless he boasts of very lengthy manhood
Comparing his “gefilte fish” to the very best Mandingo male

Victor’s composition and spelling skills are atrocious
But what comes out of his mouth is a joy to the bewildered ear
Perhaps he is one of the best story-tellers I know
His madness and mannerisms will mesmerize the unguarded listener

A man who finds comfort smoking peyote amidst a Mexican desert
A fool who will use his pecker as bait while swimming with sharks
His fingers generally found stuck inside his nose
Then completing their journey with an occasional tooth cleaning

What else can I say about my hilariously eccentric Heeb
An intellectual soul who has found comfort in anonymity and isolation
Abandoned much of what he once loved
Yet happy and spiritually bliss with his Indian Masks looking down upon him.

Merry Christmas to my Jew Bagel,
Joseph Pede

Santa Claus

Santa Claus

It was a cold and sun lit night
A thin layer of snow blanketed the icy tundra
Sam the Seal looked very comfortable snoring as a hot dog
Polar Bear Pete appeared awfully suspicious smoking a cigar

The Elves were reminiscing atop the igloos
Mrs. Claus was gently basting her behind by a glowing fire
Rudolph had had one too many Jack Daniels for the long road ahead
Santa smiled when a Native told him he looked very well fed

The eve of the big night has become much less stressful
Letters to Santa have diminished in the trillions
Children no longer request the simple things
A flat screen TV and iPhone are just too tough to build with no training

The Elves too have become distraught over current events
Their carving, screwing and painting days were over
Board games have become as relics
The choo choo train has chugged right off the cliff

It’s great that the children of the Body Politic have remained well grounded
Their requests have not changed for centuries
They appeal for austerity and ask for a balanced quantity of gold and diamonds
The secret P.S. means that the pornographic services voucher is still in vogue

Nonetheless, life for Santa has become quite more subdued
A joyride atop a humpback whale occasionally eliminates the blues
He now spends more time talking to his old Anunnaki friends, and
Yes he is learning how to play with that confounded HAARP

Christmas comes but one time a year
But lately it feels just like another day for Santa
Sadly, he came to believe his time was up
That is, until Mrs. Claus told him there may be a pole shift.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Thursday, December 23, 2010



A name chosen by the hand of God
A young mother it was written she would be
A womb whose chastity had never been broken
Seeded with a Son by divine intervention

Wife to a simple carpenter
Mother to all mankind
Deliverer of life’s greatest mystery
Bearer of infinite sorrow

She was as the “Silent Night”
Walking only in the shadow of a great light
Her hand had wiped many a tear
Caressed a Child who knew no fear

Ave, Ave Maria
Pray for us Mother Mary
Mortal fools puppeted by evil misdirection
Souls empty of all spiritual reflection

Pray that we remember the Child in the manger
His message of love valiant no matter the danger
A Son crucified upon the cross
At Easter we rejoice in remembering your loss.

Merry Christmas,
Joseph Pede

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Illogical Lines

Illogical Lines

The world was flat but now even more so
Apparitions are real people who do not matter
Prescription drugs are apportioned and not dispensed
The Devil fell from Heaven in his attempt to rise to top
Prolonging life can be like proroguing parliament
A soft drink has hardening effects on your head
Seasoning the weather portends unreasonable seasons
The art of war should be painted with oil and not blood
A harmonious string of words forms clarified butter
Running is a quicker way of walking away
A degree means you are about to intensify the human condition
The Masonic Halls are appealing “don’t ask, don’t tell”
The end comes quickly when you start too late
Laughing at a joke means your eyes are shut wide open
Think so you can be more of “watt you are” and for “watt I am”
Harper sold out Canada for 30 pieces of silver not gold.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

The Mortician

The Mortician

Have you undertaken to prepare for your death
The Mortician has been preparing for your arrival since birth
Doctors prepped you long ago with the first vaccination
They then primed you with all the subsequent needles

Fast Food was your first introduction into the edible cornucopia of toxic crap
The filler for that grub is immersed in NH3 to make it colourless
The remains of the ammonia clean the toilet bowl when you take a piss
Sugar coated candy makes the pee smell good when it drips inside your pants

Soon enough your instinctual and primitive desires flourished
A fag was your first attempt at killing your lungs
A little bit of controlled moonshine helped camouflage the smell of smoke
A chemical composition of equine remains freshened the bad breath

At twenty one you were formally pickled
A big pecker meant that you had had one too many Big Mac’s
Big breasts were the by-product of one too many hard boiled eggs
A big mouth meant you were going to be in trouble with the hookers

The working years were great
This was your initiation into Genetically Modified Foods
Broccoli became “broccules”
Gourds became “gourgantuan”

By the time you were thirty the doctor recommended the first blood pressure meds
When turning forty he suggested something for the high cholesterol
Somewhere along the way the thyroid departed and a new hormone came into play
When you turned fifty Viagra made the pecker perform on cue

By now you had been prepped, primed and pickled
That means you were ready for the vacuum hose to go up your ass
You were also ready for tubular plastic to go down your oesophagus, and
By now they knew your bank balance and favourite casket colour

Long ago they embalmed corpses with formaldehyde
CH2O is a known carcinogen so they wanted to make sure you were really dead
Today they pre-embalm you with a global sprinkling of Corexit
When they stick you six feet under, you disperse the pool of oil for the devils.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede



If we thought tobacco companies were destroying our health
We will conclude that Banks are destroying the very fabric of human life
If we thought asbestos was destroying the human lung
It will be sad to learn that Corexit is eradicating every form of Earthly life

If we thought Communism was a political evil
Democracy will be crowned the double-agent of deceit
If we thought Hitler was the re-incarnation of evil
The secretive Rothschilds will be proclaimed Satan’s gift to mankind

If we thought the media was a voice of social reason
We will learn they were the greatest manipulators of the human mind
If we thought the military was our protectorate
It will be tragic when we learn they have readied the chains

If we think of our political leaders as being democratically elected
The shock of learning they were appointed will make your stomach turn
If we come to believe there is no God
His disappointment will be realized when you ask Him why.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

A Glass of Ale

A Glass of Ale

Let us sit and have a glass of ale
Listen to Mary Hopkin sing “Those Were the Days”
Be inspired by a determined youth
Reflect on life when life was alive with laughter

Inspiration courtesy of a brew concocted from a smelly malt
Friendship pasteurized over a joke and hardy jest
Argue the ridiculous politics of the day
Exaggerate your dreams knowing their impossibility was possible

Snooker a few balls over a badly stained and dilapidated felt
Throw a dart at a dissected black and yellow circle
Listen to the folk guitar stir your soul
Measure your manhood by the scent of the passing barmaid

Stroll the mile home in hardy laughter through the dark night
No ball and chain to tire your journey
The soles of the shoes are thick and the leather gritty
Hands formed by the hardness of stone bid a friend farewell

The door opens to a warm embracing hug
Its force exorcizes the spirits and vexes that which alcohol could not
A warm bed and loving wife
The greatest gift was now the night and the morrow.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Monday, December 20, 2010



The gravity of gravity is impossible to describe
Confiscate its grasp and you are left with pandemonium
Appreciate its force and all things surrender
The significance of this invisible energy is misunderstood

Gravity, one might say, is the universal guardian
It demarcates the stations of celestial crossing
It defines the spacing of space
It forms the shape and design of the universal egg

Is gravity an internal force present in all planetary objects
Is gravity responsible for universal contraction and expansion
Is gravity the lung that warps space
Does it ultimately give birth to the next dimension

At an Earthly level gravity creates stability
It allows people to stand on their own two feet
It stores water in fossil filled basins
It allows birds to fly and fish to slice through water

Ultimately gravity grounds your reason
It stores in chemical order all the liquid in your brain
It directs the flow of blood throughout your entire body
It would be grave to go to grave having ignored the gravity of the situation.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Saturday, December 18, 2010

The Solemn Act of Being

The Solemn Act of Being

What one factor affirms your state of being
Is it while you exercise all your individual senses
Can it be the verifiable reflection in the mirror
Perhaps it is the mass of flesh that surrounds your inner mystery

Contemplating life is as to consider it in its absence
The act of living could be the affirmation that nothing is the real existence
These two absolutes define the solemn act of being
A contemplation that yields eternity or nothingness

In being we are granted the sequential randomness of life
Life is a spontaneous creation of confusion supplementing the universal chaos
It intervenes to cast its hollow judgement on the reasonableness of a God
It provides no answers just more questions

To define life would be to truly understand the essence of being
Biologically and chemically we are the composition of simple elements
Physically we are a maniacal mosaic of universal matter
Metaphysically we are a wonderment of complete and utter confusion

The solemn act of being requires your best question
It matters not that you have spent a lifetime ignoring the two absolutes
What matters is that in the final act of life you reflect on having been
This last meditation fills all that was empty when you were

The moment of death provides a windowless view of eternity
It lends its consciousness to one of the two absolutes
Where you sit in your moment of destruction helps to define the ultimate salvation for all
Eternity and nothing are a choice.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Friday, December 17, 2010

In Search of Pussy

In Search of Pussy

Recently I was looking at my old baby pictures
Dad certainly had taken quite the photographic mixture
The best of them display me in the Playgirl style
With my weeny erect atop the pooper pile

As you get older those pictures become inappropriate
Yet I remember mom and dad walking around with all their aggregate
All that comes to mind is the word “bushy”
My God they even had hair growing out of their tushy

It was not long before I grew my own hairy pile
Back then long hair was cool, so my whole body was in style
Funny but the face was the last place hair came into play
Density obviously a factor of mom’s DNA

With all the equipment now in place
I was in search of pussy and an attractive face
In your teen-age years an erection comes easy
Your day is preoccupied with everything dirty and sleezy

The University years brought everything to halt
Women took control every time you tried to gently assault
They were more interested in career and money
Pussy became the bird in the hand but never the honey

Soon enough life had you snatch the perfect girl
Pick the right wife and mom would say you caught a perfect pearl
Finding pussy was easy but very hard to catch
Night after night you found yourself begging for entry into the hatch

Ah we hit the gold mine when it was time to make a kid
The wife said, young man, it’s time to pull out that primitive id
These were great times for me and Mr. Pecker
I was the star of the production and my own best heckler

It’s funny but those pictures of the poop pile came back to haunt me
Every time I had an erection the baby decided to take a pee
As the kids got older it became even tougher
Lights out, noise levels down, silence under the covers and boy did I suffer

Well we are all alone and the kids are gone
All that testosterone gone, just as lead removed from the fuel at Exxon
Mr. Willy comes and goes these days
The misses not pre-disposed to try a little sex in different ways.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Thursday, December 16, 2010

From Evil to Chaos to Tyranny

From Evil to Chaos to Tyranny

In the year 2011, twenty eleven
We will look once again for that Stairway to Heaven
Fuel and energy prices will continue their momentous rise
The European Union inaugurating its destined demise

Mass global unemployment will send shivers down empty pockets
The financial markets we will learn, are void of all bailout sprockets
The Yankee dollar will disintegrate into dust
The Sun will become catastrophic for the Earth’s upper crust

Food and water, once a privilege for all
Hunger and thirst a critical factor in the human fall
The eight tells of the Luciferian vocation
The impact of the Devil’s Messiah we await on Godly nations

The ninth is the conundrum for John Doe
Mistake not a “One World Crisis” for that goofy Gong Show
Ten after all is enough for now
2011 may be the year little green men resurrect Chairman Mao

Where did the twentieth century go
It ended with apocalyptic fear and diminishing snow
Y2K seems like a memory
Nickel, Bismuth and Ruthenium forms the 2012 emissary

In one short decade we have lived an entire life time
We witnessed murder, disease and every hate crime
Bush the assassin to Madoff the thief
Government criminals to military action and disbelief

Dust the fife and drum from the closet
The global armies are the servants of a diabolical composite
Exercise all your acts of bravery
Twenty eleven may be the year we return to slavery.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Our Politicians, CEO's and Bankers are complicit in Global Murder and a Financial Armageddon. Why have they not paid for their crimes?

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Hang the Carcass High

Hang the Carcass High

Cattle are docile creatures that love to graze amid the grass
The end result is cud accompanied by a smelly methane gas
They occasionally look up to assess the vehicular traffic
When they moo it means the bull has become somewhat pornographic

After a hearty meal they plop their hefty odorous dung
It’s amusing when they yawn and stick out that long pink tongue
Up and down the field they roam all day
Then at night they return to the comfort of the barn and a bale of hay

The farmer carefully grooms them for their intended fate
Keeping them well fed and mildly over weight
An occasional dose of anti-biotic will ensure their healthy state
For the butcher it will mean he can elongate the consumer expiry date

A loud whistle begins the boarding on the doomsday truck
Little do they know they have become as a sitting duck
The ride in close quarters does bring a little unease
In twenty hours they will be all chopped-up and ready for the deep freeze

Off the hauler and into the slaughter
Queued for death they receive a quick bath with frigid water
A bullet to the brain and so begins their quiver
With belly sliced open Hannibal rejoices, it’s time for fava beans, Chianti and liver

Hang the carcass high to finish the butchery
A premium hyde will one day blanket the shoulders of treachery
The guts then spew into an awaiting container
Murder is that easy when the victim is a no brainer.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Sunday, December 12, 2010

The Man

The Man

The Man has made a comeback in the Still of the Night
Born to be Wild still inspires Steppenwolf’s revolutionary plight
Vietnam to Afghanistan, we have not learned thing
The words of a promised land, remember Martin Luther and Mr. King

Sitting on the Dock of the Bay you will find Otis Redding
Towards the House of the Rising Sun he glared as the darkness began spreading
It’s Impossible Perry Como tried to tell us all
There Ain’t No Sunshine sang Bill Withers from the music hall

Johnny spoke of Sunday Morning Coming Down
Petula knew main street would no longer be in the old Downtown
Jobs are Blowin’ in the Wind and the young are in revolt
The Battle of New Orleans may restart with an email rather than a six-shooter colt

In 1965 we were on The Eve of Destruction
The Pill assisted lust by controlling sexual reproduction
Only Women Bleed was the message according to Alice Cooper
Now we have progressed from abusive relationships to a decadent global stupor

If I Were a Carpenter the words of Jesus I would heed
Do You Believe in Magic could be the words of a new angelic creed
All the Leaves are Brown and the Sky is Grey
Perhaps a Beautiful Day is in store for U2 if you just learned to pray

Skynard preaches to be a Simple Man but watch out for each Sign
A poem, remember, requires that you read in between each line
Painted Black or painted white, did you forget the 60’s and our willingness to fight
Dion revived Abraham, Martin and John so we could remember each heartbreaking night

There Ain’t No Sunshine according to who
The Long and Winding Road is long but we know what to do
Nights in White Satin, the words are beautiful and pure
Yesterday may be haunting but in the arms of Mother Mary you will be secure.

Love & Peace to all the “BEATNIKS and HIPPIES”
Joseph Pede

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Christmas Dinner

Christmas Dinner

For Christmas I would like a big fat turkey
Equipped with big breasts and long legs to go with my hardy beef jerky
The accompaniment of corn and peas would also be nice
Garnished with puff pastry and a heaping service of Indian wild rice

A cool glass of white wine should flank the plate
Imagine the escaping gas as my bum begins to dilate
In comes the second serving of Gulf Coast lobster
A special three-clawed delicacy packaged by the Big Petroleum mobster

Crack the first claw and find Madoff’s old Versace attire
Crack the second claw and find a bale of rolled up barbed wire
The third claw contains the remains of a skeletal Haitian
What an awfully strange Christmas crustacean

I just can't wait for that tantalizing dessert
Fried monkey balls complimented with a light chocolate squirt
Golly, mamma reminded me of the vanilla ice cream
To top it all off, rice pudding would make the end of dinner incredibly supreme

Now imagine letting all that fine food ferment
A good belch would mark the room with a heavenly scent
But I cannot be a boor, I must show some class and style
First a shot of bourbon to make sure that water-logged pecker remains fertile

Light up a cigar dipped in a Grand Marnier wash
Feet up on the Lazy-boy would make me look extremely panache
A cunning smile would introduce the expulsion of that awaiting hardy burp
The pants all a flutter as the behind begins its musical chirp

Christmas dinner sounds simply divine
Great food accompanied by a nice bottle of Chardonnay wine
Enjoy the night in the company of family and many a good friend
With a bathroom brawl and a royal flush is how it would end.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Friday, December 10, 2010

Harper, Rockin’ and Playin’

Harper, Rockin’ and Playin’

Harper, rockin’ and playin’ a tune by Mick Jagger
While on stage he looked to impersonate the ultimate shagger
Only in Canada, Eh, can a Prime Minister sing
With Clinton on Sax, look for them to be the opening act in Beijing

Harper was also seen doing the Watusi at the United Nations
The solo performance did give off some very strange vibrations
Found ranting and raving “Security Council” in the halls
All the while scratching and scraping his two middle balls

The lifers one by one appear to be departing his band
Nonetheless his kingdom, he proclaims, will always remain in his mighty hand
A little folly is good when doing the political Shuffle
It definitely primes Stephen’s ego amidst the growing kerfuffle

This is a man of real contradictions
Perhaps a dictator with some real deep moral convictions
He brandishes the persona of a humble politician
Casual wear, nifty haircut and the look of a Sunday school musician

Enter backstage and there you will find our beloved leader
Jeans, shit-kickers and nicknamed the champion breeder
Bronco busting his pass-time at the weekend rodeo
Ignatieff follows drowned out by Harper’s loud stereo.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas

Once upon a time, a long time ago
A special child was born to become our Hero
Wise men drawn to His side by a shining star
The people gathered to celebrate at the weekly bazaar

Tiny was this figure who would one day change the world
His saga would take thirty three years to completely unfurl
His dominion we know was not of this Earth
He came solely to provide humanity, spiritual rebirth

His life began with Herod’s decree of a first son slaughter
This was a time that father thanked God for his baby daughter
A mule and camouflage did stay such a tragedy
His story none the less would end on the mount of a bloody Calvary

A young carpenter by trade like His father
To Mother Mary perhaps a pest but never a bother
Mysterious was to be the life of this majestic Son
Humanity lay in waiting to understand the essence of that special Some-One

Two millennia later and we are still confused
With Santa Claus and Rudolph we find ourselves much more bemused
Let us rejoice with Frosty the Snowman and the Grinch who stole Christmas
How did the message of Jesus become the antithesis?

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Imagine the Silence

Imagine the Silence

Imagine joyful tears and not the cries
Imagine the look of wonderment rather than bewildered eyes
Imagine a hand that cares for a person in distress
Imagine a pointed finger unable to oppress

Look upon the silence of the unborn embryo
Look cautiously to understand the globalist’s hidden manifesto
Look past the surface of the soil to find the hibernating seeds of life
Look past your vision to find the neighbouring human strife

Imagine God and an idyllic Heaven
Imagine yourself amongst the other eleven
Imagine hate the victim of its own greed
Imagine love as the foundation of a universal creed

Look to discover the nature of disease
Look to undo the impact of a scripted financial freeze
Look to expose those who perpetrate wars
Look for those who script untruths behind secret doors

Imagine the silence between the chaos
Imagine the power of a global pathos
Imagine fear allied with a mighty courage
Imagine knowing the Great Spirit will you encourage

Look first upon all the possibilities
Look then to find solutions amongst all the probabilities
Look past your limitations and fear
Look for God’s calling as your ultimate career.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Monday, November 22, 2010

The Garden

The Garden

There was a time when angels and demons cajoled with the ancestors of you and me
Even Satan made his debut wrapped around a garden tree
God, early on was lax in who could play between the spiritual dimensions
To make life interesting, He later introduced conspiracy and divine apprehension

What Master would grant the gift of chaos to a created son
Adam’s beloved farmer slew the innocent shepherd just as our journey had begun
History from that time has continued to make brothers and sisters regrettable foes
God and Satan could most likely be blamed for all of humanity’s woes

What rules in Paradise permitted one son to execute the other like a festive ewe
In what circumstance can we justify the assassination of JFK and our integrity too
How can a soldier be torn to shreds to justify the will of another brother
Why do we stand idle as a starving child cries out asking for his mutilated mother

Perhaps we had lost our desire for love at the onset of our creation
Still today we allow our treacherous leaders to define our ultimate salvation
The final resting place for the human soul is much grander than an Earthly garden
It is also the one place that you will not be allowed entry with a Satanic pardon

The times have changed but they have not changed at all
The garden still sits empty and separated by a distressed human wall
Look around you and measure the human pain
What you say and do for others will bring them into God’s domain.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Sunday, November 21, 2010

The Distiller’s Brew

The Distiller’s Brew

The assassins have for some time been quietly calling each shot
Both George’s of Bush have calmly staged chaos in humanity’s blind spot
Waging war is an art for these Satanic puppets
Murder, drugs and lies they have escaped amidst the democratic trumpets

For a Kennedy, the elder did execute his execution
The younger to the global economy he brought chaos and monetary revolution
The Clintons appear nice folk with their charitable Foundation
Murder, drugs and lies also sit at the base of this unscrupulous incorporation

Greenspan began the financial Armageddon for the Federal Reserve
Deregulation and derivatives created bold new economic curves
A financial holocaust to which he simply apologized to the global lot
The Banks most obviously the co-conspirators behind this well planned plot

To Bernanke so passed the coveted baton
Rothschild and Rockefeller then guided this “devilish prosthetic” to wage war on the Koran
He continues his calling via Obama’s quantitative easing
Blaming China rather than Wall Street for America’s financial freezing

American Presidents more than not are monarchists at heart
Their virtual throne protected by the money-lender’s military black art
America’s fall is relevant for all who watch
The distiller’s brew will ultimately blend a new political scotch

For decades the conspiracy theorists have formulated their end days’ plan
Theological prognosticators have been forecasting the end of time since time began
Politicians have used this well placed knowledge to more covertly hide their treacherous treason
The Illuminists have played all sides against the other, and “ultimate power” is their reason.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Road to the Games

Road to the Games

Harper has taken up snow-boarding
I think they are getting him ready for a water-boarding
Harper sure got excited when he saw the gals speed skating
Probably suffering from the after-effects of speed-dating

Harper really likes our hockey teams’ chances at gold
Ignatieff is PUCK-ering up for the big face-off we are told
Harper was last seen testing a four man bob-sled
Got pissed off he wasn’t at the head

Harper in all his excitement threw the first stone
Accusing all the other Parties of sinning to the bone
Harper is playing the part of a pro-ROGUE
The opposition Leaders just looking for a little dia-LOGUE

Harper’s wondering why all the rain
Obama is playing the HAARP as Vancouver pains
In 1936 we had the Hitler Olympics and Jesse Owens
IN 2010 we have the Harper Olympics and an economy that just ain’t goin’

I hope you enjoy the irony,
Joseph Pede

Ode to Harper

Ode to Harper

We had an election and voted for a minority
We cleaned the slate and got rid of the Liberal seniority
Reform and Conservatives fell by the wayside
The Green Party lost in the landslide

Layton still clinging to a lost social class
Harper thinking what a waste of human mass
Through a recession Harper did last
A stimulus package where taxpayers were gassed

Then a prorogue and Harper made history
To all the News-Casters its meaning a mystery
Off to China to save a little face
Only to be embarrassed by losing his place

A non-confidence vote did Harper survive
Poor Ignatieff’s poll ratings did take a dive
Sitting at the piano he did impress
The public not amused while in distress

Then talk of torture in a war far away
Harper again calls for prorogue to keep the wolves at bay
A year full of mystery and government shame
The economy was all that Harper could blame

Obama called for Canadian soldiers to depart
Leaving all the loved ones with a broken heart
To all Canadians who have done more than their share
It’s time that Harper did buy a fare

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Money, Food, Fear and Chaos

Money, Food, Fear and Chaos

Money controls the will of the people

Food controls the want of the people

Fear controls the emotions of people

Chaos controls it all.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Saturday, October 30, 2010

The Ideals of John F. Kennedy Versus the Mandate of General Keith B. Alexander

The Ideals of John F. Kennedy Versus the Mandate of General Keith B. Alexander

Secrecy is the most effective political and intelligence tool employed by men of power. In fact, its stealth ultimately controls science, economies and chaos. Cyberspace has become the great equalizer and men of power have been called to take action against the awakening of the “Sheepal”. JFK’s spirit is alive and well almost five decades later.

Statement by General Keith B. Alexander, Commander United States Cyber Command, before the House Committee on Armed Services on September 23, 2010

The world is shifting its collective memory and sense-making capacity into digital forms. That wealth, moreover, exists in ways that are increasingly accessible by others. Time and distance are less relevant in the cyber domain than in any other. Telephones and computers and radios are essentially merging. That means our communications infrastructure is mostly computers talking to other computers. And remember that each of those computers not only moves data, it stores data in astronomical quantities.........freedom of action in cyberspace, like freedom of manoeuvre in the air, is crucial to the efficient employment of one’s forces in all domains. Likewise, the loss of such freedom could impair the capabilities we have built in all the other domains.

Conflict in cyberspace, moreover, is highly asymmetric. Minor actors can afford and deploy tools to magnify their effects; witness the recent press reports about arrests in Europe of several individuals charged with creating the so-called “Mariposa botnet”, a collection of 13 million computers slaved together for criminal purposes. The tools these actors can employ are almost anonymous, a defender can sometimes learn where an attack came from, but can be time-consuming. That means “attribution” in cyberspace is costly and comparatively rare. The “price” an adversary pays for a capability, a tool or weapon, can be slight; the cost and impact borne by the victim of his attack can be very high.

Speech by John F. Kennedy About Secracy on April 27, 1961

I want to talk about our common responsibilities in the face of a common danger. The events of recent weeks may have helped to illuminate that challenge for some; but the dimensions of its threat have loomed large on the horizon for many years. Whatever our hopes may be for the future, for reducing this threat or living with it, there is no escaping either the gravity or the totality of its challenge to our survival and to our security, a challenge that confronts us in unaccustomed ways in every sphere of human activity.

This deadly challenge imposes upon our society two requirements of direct concern both to the press and to the President, two requirements that may seem almost contradictory in tone, but which must be reconciled and fulfilled if we are to meet this national peril. I refer, first, to the need for far greater public information; and, second, to the need for far greater official secrecy.

The very word "secrecy" is repugnant in a free and open society; and we are as a people inherently and historically opposed to secret societies, to secret oaths and to secret proceedings. We decided long ago that the dangers of excessive and unwarranted concealment of pertinent facts far outweighed the dangers which are cited to justify it. Even today, there is little value in opposing the threat of a closed society by imitating its arbitrary restrictions. Even today, there is little value in insuring the survival of our nation if our traditions do not survive with it. And there is very grave danger that an announced need for increased security will be seized upon by those anxious to expand its meaning to the very limits of official censorship and concealment.

That I do not intend to permit to the extent that it’s in my control. And no official of my Administration, whether his rank is high or low, civilian or military, should interpret my words here tonight as an excuse to censor the news, to stifle dissent, to cover up our mistakes or to withhold from the press and the public the facts they deserve to know.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

The Chain Once Broken

The Chain Once Broken

TIK goes the mind in South Africa
TAK is a being in multi-dimensional space
TOE describes the theory of everything

EENY starts the counting rhyme
MEENY is the one to watch behind the beard
MINY wanted to catch the “N” word by the toe
MO one of the Three Stooges we really don’t know

ONE is the first step
TWO is walking
THREE is the angel who accompanies your journey

A is the Alpha
B is the Beast
C is the Christ

PAST is what you were a second ago
PRESENT is what you are a second ago
FUTURE is what you will be a second ago

MORNING death lives
AFTERNOON death feeds
EVENING death awaits

MAN is the penis
WOMAN is the vagina
CHILD is the chain

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

The Burqa and the Beard

The Burqa and the Beard

The Burqa and the Beard both stir the imagination
Underneath one layer of disguise there exists another
Religion and tradition are the two boundaries
Laziness and fashion create the two in-betweens

The beard is an out-poring of the facial facade
It hides the true intentions of authority
A burqa conceals an entire persona
The silky garb fortifies the visage of the mysterious face

The Rabbi and Imam make fertile their beards
Their wisdom matures as the hair spasms from black to silver and finally gold
Men ponder the passion inside the burqa, and
Discard its reality should it not favour the beard

The burqa is not of Islam
It is a guise intended to impede vociferous thoughts
Worn both to dignify and ostracize the flesh
Its intended purpose is to confuse chastity

A beard creates the look of age
It has migrated from authority to a joyful liberalism
Today stubble naively makes folly of the beard
We will soon see the beard angrily emerge from behind the burqa.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Friday, October 22, 2010



Assume the Prophets exaggerated their existence
Prophecy once sowed is subject only to secular resistance
Magical words transcribed as the second hand thoughts of the Universal Master
Re-iterated for centuries by the subjective intentions of the tribal pastors

The future is a mysterious moment in time
Its apparition visible through the life-like rendering of hieroglyphic mime
The present may be too irrelevant to consider in the prognosticator’s spec-trum
Its meaning lost in the day’s torturous and repetitive conun-drum

Self-fulfilling prophecy ferments its own strange brew
In the recipe for power, human duplicity is a main ingredient for this heartless stew
For this exploit the Gatekeepers evoke the Devil’s Messiah
The angry lamentations of wickedness make relevant the ancient Jeremiah

Necromancy is the apex of the Gatekeepers’ tool
The main intention is to manipulate the will of the unenlightened fool
Creating fearful illusions is the second implement in its surgical box
The secret knowledge, hidden from the masses, will for mankind, be their ultimate pox

Prophecy is none more than a thoughtful gift from the Creator
Your next step, more than not, is changed by the unscrupulousness of an economic dictator
Be as a shepherd and remember your pause
A step in the right direction will undermine their treasonous cause

The words of a simpleton are easy to remember
Know that one Prophet began His message one warm December
The Others too, in their messages meant no harm
Prophecy in the end, may be none more than humanity’s instinctual alarm.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Monday, October 18, 2010

Holographic Republic

Holographic Republic

Thirty three men have pondered life for sixty nine days
The experiment in underground living has satisfied the mathematical arrays
A global warning the Gatekeepers have subliminally announced
In the belly of Mother Earth initiates be ready to bring your Trojan ounce

The forty fourth disciple may to, now be in play
Double snake eyes, marks the not so distant day
What grander event could cap a Machiavellian story
The wolves ready to feast on their Manchurian quarry

An ocean away the dinar wages war on paper money
Islam silently proclaiming war on the crucified Easter bunny
An invisible hand is causing all these cocks to crow
Chaos scripted in the quiet of an Illuminati Chateau

The scribes are few and we do know their names
Their caricatures brought to life by a well-known Templar board game
A secret wisdom they proclaim to guard from the pious public
Please let them know, the Creator saw fit to weave a heavenly and holographic republic.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Hands and Feet

Hands and Feet

The abacus separated heaven from earth
A bi-quinary system perhaps emulating the two feet and five fingers
A single bead is worth five in heaven, and
One is worth one on earth

The Maya used dots and lines
A Vigesimal system perhaps incorporating all fingers and toes
The numbers grew by a multiple of twenty
Lines were valued at five and the dots as one

If you keep it simple you could use both your eyes
This would be called a binary system
The numbers consist of zero and one
Nothing made everything possible for sum one.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Monday, October 11, 2010

The Door Once Open

The Door Once Open

Everything that is wrong has now become right
Even darkness no longer succumbs to the gracious light
Justice was once a thought that stirred men of conscious
Today the law sees fit to reward the deeds of the misguided subconscious

Where there was heaven, now we have hell
Where we had individual opportunity, we now have a multi-national cartel
What was once white has now turned to black
We have cast peace adrift and engaged in many a hateful attack

Where there was hope we have now filled with despair
Individual privacy has now become a public affair
We have grown smarter but much less perceptive
Our spiritual being castrated by a secular contraceptive

What was once moral is no longer in vogue
Our society now ruled by one too many a political rogue
Money was once a necessity to build a family’s future
Wall Street has seen fit to imprison that desire with a derivative suture

Science has extended life but not our joy of living
Poverty grows even in the midst of generous giving
Food fills the shelves but not the hungry mouth
The once crystal pure waters now polluted makes it difficult to vacation down south

The home once a joy has now turned to pain
The monthly bills spew as blood from a cut vein
Children once meek are no longer mellow
In the absence of a job they have befriended the local goodfella

The door once open now remains shut
News once joyous has now turned to smut
Religion once a friend has become the great divider
In what choices have you become the daily subscriber?

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Monday, September 27, 2010

The Re-Incarnation of Rome

The Re-incarnation of Rome
Revisiting Edward Gibbon’s “The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire”

The greatest Earthly empire did not begin with Caesar Julius
Rather it was founded in about 760 BC by Remus and Romulus
The sons of Mars and Hercules given birth by the vestal virgin Ilia
Raised by a she wolf whose kingdom was known as the Animalia

Remus had succumb to the same tragedy as the once upon time Abel
Of the seven hills, the centered Palatine was chosen to begin this real life fable
Romulus had built Rome, the Senate and the powerful Roman Legions
The wombs of conquered Sabine women did inseminate this new found region

Its power and glory through the ages grew like hellfire
Gaius Julius Caeser then transformed Rome from a Republic to an Empire
Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus became its first Emperor
Rome feared and respected in the known world as the mighty conqueror

Amidst the folly of treachery and doom
Rome one by one sacrificed its great leaders to the Marsian tomb
Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus as Caligula loved his murder
Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus as Nero violin`ed, as Rome burned girder by girder

With Lucius Aurelius Commodus Antoninus did Rome`s power begin its wane
In 455 AD Flavius Placidius Valentinianus reflected on the Empire`s delusion and pain
The remnants of this once upon time army ruled as Byzantine Emperors until 1453 AD
The saga of Rome had truly left the world a wondrous legacy

Two millennia was the length of this great story
More tragic was the fact that Rome did not learn well from its greatness and glory
There were five simple reasons why Rome did fall from grace
According to Gibbon, the reasons are very simple to historically trace

First, there was great divorce and less favour in the sanctity of the home
Second, taxation with no end brought ruin to the almighty Rome
Third, there was an increased craze for pleasure and sport
Fourth, the size of their armaments and mercenary armies they were no longer able to support

Finally, there was the decay of religion with faith fading into mere form
If history teaches us anything, it will foretell of an impending storm
Examine closely the five deadly sins
The world around you may be none more than Rome`s re-incarnated twin.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Sunday, September 26, 2010

An Ode to the Old

An Ode to the Old

Little does a child understand of its conception
The miracle of birth not denied by the barrier of modern-day contraception
A few kilos of flesh and bone may one day rule the earth
For others their existence may be of mediocre net worth

Six billion personalities and not one alike
An Aryan race once contemplated by the infamous Third Reich
What compels a body to grow to a certain height
For others weight may be measure that sustains a worrisome plight

What genetic magic keeps track of each human organ
In third world countries a kidney or liver may be purchased for a bargain
Why does skin transform from gentleness to a grand wrinkle
At the two extremes of life, all that really matters is the daily tinkle

For the old we must acknowledge their life-long battle
They will leave our dominion void of all cherished chattel
Their hands and face express a lifetime of being
They will gladly agree that life was so quick that it appeared like vacation sightseeing

When you pass the remains of a once young friend
Be as the Good Samaritan, say hello and try to comprehend
They seek no survival medal for their legacy
Just a simple acknowledgment to honour their memory

You never know when that knock will resonate upon their door
The Almighty in earthly time keeps no finite score
The old and dying often prepare in haste for their eternity
Remember, birth and death are as one in God’s maternity.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

The Amended Our Father

The Amended Our Father

Our Father, born of divine essence
Majestic is thy throne
You are the source of all things divine
Thy kingdom is infinite and pure

Your being is incomprehensible
We stand humbled by your magnificence
Let our earthly flesh pay homage to your craft
Let our spirit one day shine in your great light

Lord let our journey be guarded by your love
Lead all to discover the power of your glory
Forgive us our human failings, and
Temper our compassion with a gentle patience

Lord we are tempted creatures
Freed by your gracious gift of will
Awaken us, to our spiritual journey, and
Bestow pity on our wreck-less souls.

Joseph Pede

Friday, September 24, 2010

The Toronto Star

The Toronto Star

Acta Durnia were carved in metal and stone to advise the public of the Caesar’s humour and pity
Alas, in 16th century Venice they produced the first Gazetta named Notizie Scritti
The world wide press then came to life to record the daily events
More notable was the fact that you could buy reality for a couple of cents

The spirits of Jimmy Olsen and Lois Lane have long since disappeared
Clark Kent a victim of kryptonite, made his celebrity unable to persevere
Perry White was lucky because Superman always brought victory to the end of the story
Newspapers sold because they went well with morning coffee and orgasmic glory

The rags were all safe pre the twentieth century
Their influence even helped put away many a criminal inside the penitentiary
Their success meant wealth and power for the paper magnates
For William Randolph Hearst, the SLA made Patty a media paper weight

In Canada, the Telegram was not a very lucky printed gazette
The Globe and Mail, thanks to Ken Thomson, finds favour as a financial vignette
The Toronto Sun savours in its presentation of their daily Sunshine Girls
The Toronto Star lost in limbo prefers to launch degrading political hurls

Papers have fallen prey to the ubiquitous world wide web
Brainless Publishers daunted by the readership ebb
It took two thousand years to nail a newspaper to the cross
The prophets foretell of The Toronto Star and their massive readership loss

People are wise and smarter than ever before
Is it not time the remnants of editorial degradation were cast offshore
Print your words and blasphemous stories
It won’t be long until the shining Star becomes Chicken Cacciatore.

In defence of just elections,
Joseph Pede

Thursday, September 23, 2010

It’s Going to be a Fracking Frigid Winter

It’s Going to be a Fracking Frigid Winter

Exploration companies eagerly “FRACKING” and polluting our waters
Whistleblowers take pictures but the evidence falls prey to the media’s “FARKING” slaughter
The Gulf of Mexico is dead and so too is the non-functioning Atlantic escalator
Thanks to crude oil, all the warm water idles at the Earth’s equator

I have not worn Long Johns since I was a young man
When you wear those loose fitting cotton bloomers, you don’t have to worry about your white assed tan
The male apparatus gets shrivelled within the two layers of comforting cotton
Pull up those socks and let not escape that renegade flagellant that was nearly forgotten

It’s going to be a cold winter rejoice the Luciferians of banking
The Rockefellers and Rothschilds applaud the return to Medieval “BRANKING”
A little austerity will have to do in order to pay the charges for oil and gas
Would it not be farcical if the price of oil, the $20 barrel price, it did not surpass

The idling public will reminisce with strangers as they lay in bed “PLURKING”
Old Man winter will be watching through the window as you lay jerking
Turn on the television to amuse yourself with the pandemic of news hysteria
A little earthquake may even shake loose a little known form of deadly Listeria

W.H.O. will be calling on the globe to be cautiously vaccinated
Its secret ingredients of nanotechnology and poison, will at some time render you terminated
Across a continent foolish soldiers will become victims of another battle insurgency
In the background “BLACKWATER” and sub-contractors play into the hands of the centralized “AGENCY”

Let’s commend Tony Hayworth for the upcoming white and wonderful Christmas
For his grand accomplishment he too is celebrating in some cold Siberian isthmus
It will be fun after decades to construct a snowman in the front yard
Perhaps we should fashion them to look like the faceless conspirators of the old guard

When packaging presents this season make sure you use good old newspaper
This will confuse the Grinch and the potential success of any larcenist caper
Avoid putting money in that best wishes envelope
The sum of the global FIAT currency, may no longer even satisfy the almighty Pope

How much can they throw at us before we start asking the question
Store a bounty of silver and gold, to secure oneself from any planned government oppression
Purchase a few extra staples to guard against rising food prices
Perhaps a little rice, meat and water or even conventional warming devices.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Sunday, September 19, 2010

When The Elephant Farts

When the Elephant Farts

A nation of pygmies should be concerned when they neighbour a political giant
Everything looks fine when you are oblivious to the rules of back-door compliance
The Elephants and Donkeys have transformed America into a third world country
Senate Bill 510 now means ordinary citizens cannot harvest the crops of their very own bounty

Six million home foreclosures and another four million pending
One in seven people have reached the poverty line and thus no more spending
Ten million unemployed graduates have accumulated a trillion dollars in debt
Tempering the nerves is very difficult when you can no longer afford a simple cigarette

Real unemployment numbers, plus or minus, hovering around seventeen percent
Another four hundred banks in bankruptcy and more forecasted consumer discontent
The national debt is rising and now approximates fourteen trillion
Add State and Local and the total amount owed, sums to a quarter quadrillion

The primary mission in Iraq was to steal the ancient Sumatran tablets
The secondary mission was for oil and to make sure the army dispensed more bravery epaulettes
The primary mission in Afghanistan was the control of opium for the “cee eye a”
The other to keep Russia and China from accessing all that oil for a rainy day

Two wars not enough for this military industrial complex of Satanic proportion
Drone attacks in Pakistan meant to instigate war and political distortion
Never count out American attempts to anger a very well connected Persian Priest
Iran appears now to be in control of the entire Middle East

Let’s start in Yemen and then with good fortune we will be in North Korea by half past eleven
The Yankees are very upset that China has ascended to the stock market heaven
Russia watches calmly with vodka in hand
The American scarecrow hangs shredded by its own incestuous stand

Canadians be weary of our southern belle now transformed to infamous tart
The winds of prosperity may change to storm when the elephant farts
America is the stage for a play that was written so long ago
Should the act end with a standing ovation the whole world may go.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Pawns in the Game – A tribute to William Guy Carr

Pawns in the Game – A tribute to William Guy Carr

Oil Oligarchs
Exxon, BP and all the rest control all the of Arab Patriarchs

Corporate Cartels
Food Inc and Wal-Mart have provided small independents the grand farewell

Media Monopoly
Controlled by business and government, and so a duopoly

Organized Labour Unions
Just another cog in the wheel asking for more of the corporate communion

Bank Centralization
Designed to create debt, fees and market manipulation and ultimately depositor castration

Lobby Organizations
Ingenious groups who extract public funds and then feed their private plantations

Multinational Corporations
Designed to create insider synergy and public starvation

Political Bureaus
Re-building the walkways to Fascist, Marxist, Communist and Monarchist plateaus

Religious Rhetoric
A bold new “speak” to make hatred euphoric

Charitable Societies
The leeches of society manifesting on your goodwill and pieties

Subliminal Governments
A hidden facade promoting ignorance and the public’s abstinence

Stock Market
The only place the “Creatures from Jekyll Island” are licensed to tell-a-market

Military Industrial Complex
Designing war, fear and chaos, and sadly, not promoting safe sex

Did I miss an eligible name
By now you should have figured out that we are all just, “Pawns in the Game”.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Friday, September 17, 2010

Silver and Gold

Silver and Gold

Precious metals look as if they are making a dramatic comeback
It may be time to melt down and pocket that sentimental memorial plaque
Olympic coins may finally be a winner for that sports fanatic
A little extra net worth may even make you feel a little aristocratic

China implores its citizens to buy, buy, buy bullion silver
The massive size of the order is making it very difficult to deliver
In gold, the pin-striped investors have now made the transition
They appear nervous of another stock market meltdown and the awaiting mortician

FIAT currencies around the world may have run the gambit
Central Bankers appear to be divesting themselves of their paper habit
A strange vibration is now transforming these characters from Jekyll to Hide
Atop the Transylvanian mountain, patiently awaiting, are Dracula’s brides

It does not take much to change the course of history
Thirty pieces of silver and so to a God can become a mystery
In Mayan gold, warrior conquerors did bring glory to the Spanish crown
After their departure all that remained was a 2012 prophecy and a ghostly town

For a Nazi even a gold filling did present an opportunity
BREX swindlers found greed impassioned an entire stock market community
It may be wise to cast your ounce of silver in the shape of a protective bullet
The Werewolves of London and the Rothschild’s may one day ask to play with it

Amusingly, television jewellers have now become part of the fever-pitched action
They say that trading-in gold jewellery for a face job, may even increase your laws of attraction
For the bullion dealer the future is looking very, very brisk
Forget share certificates, the real thing you know will eliminate all market risk.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

The Delayed Illuminati Plan

The Delayed Illuminati Plan

Without a doubt these bad boys are well behind in their NWO plan
The first set-back occurred when China overtook a trusted Japan
What wisdom prevented Israel from not blowing the hell out of Iran
What were the Jews thinking by stalling the attack on the Qur’an

This evil has the future all worked out, sentence by sentence
Knowing that China has supplied Iran with nuclear weapons they seek no repentance
How did China and the Persian Priest become so effective
It just goes to show you that the Illuminati’s plans can be defective

Never count out these mystic monsters and their devious means
A horrible flu will be targeted towards China and its peoples’ genes
Biological terrorism will vie to bring down the Manchurian beast
The Anglo-American Union in their treachery still awaiting their end days’ feast

The targeted flu will mutate into human pandemic
Marshall Law they will wish to invoke and to become systemic
In this panic do not let your fear imprison your reason
There is no real enemy, just a kindly act of government treason

Your nerves will determine the fate of our planet
Let your fear be crushed by the Almighty’s granite
War and hunger will rage in their battle cry
Barren fields will be accompanied by river beds that will have run dry

500,000,000 targeted to remain in the roost
War is the plan in how the rest of the population will be reduced
Their motives remember are controlled by the powers of another dimension
Overcoming the unnatural requires that you seek a higher comprehension.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Georgia Guide Stones

Georgia Guide Stones

Elbert County is home to the Georgia Guide Stones
In 1979, Rosicrucians foretold of a planet inhabited by many carcass-less bones
An American made Stonehenge inscribed with ten new commandments
Stone granite to honour those who will survive the cataclysm of New World Order events

Rule number one calls to maintain the human population below 500 million
This explains the Illuminati’s modern day mission in trying to eradicate the other six billion
Rule number two seeks to invoke a certain reproductive wisdom
Future off-spring will not be the sole domain of the feminine kingdom

Rule number three calls to unite humanity with one mother tongue
Could you imagine the great songs and operas that would no longer be sung
Rule number four calls on leaders to rule with passion, faith and tradition
How could we ever trust the few whose rise to power was realized through planned sedition

Rule number five calls for fair laws and just courts
After a global holocaust what logical outcome could there be for any other tort
Rule number six calls for internalized resolutions and one world high court
The laws of human history, will the new understanding, readily abort

Rule number seven calls on the removal of trivial laws and redundant officials
Why wait for the NWO, today’s politicians are without a doubt incredibly superficial
Rule number eight states that we must balance personal rights and social duty
History proves that humans will eventually move towards the doctrine of Philauty

Rule number nine will prize truth, beauty, love and harmony with the infinite
The new religion will once again embrace Babylonian, Classical Greek, Sanskrit, and Egyptian hieroglyph
Rule number ten demands respect for all nature
The fertile grounds of the rotting six billion lie lonely in the absence of the preacher’s nomenclature

Those men clad in aprons have conspired for centuries to fulfill prophecy outside the Devil’s womb
At the cataclysm’s end Lucifer will no doubt rise from his shadowy tomb
Human consciousness will awake with untold potential
500,000,000 will ponder why six billion failed to be existential

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Sunday, September 12, 2010



One is the first number
Two is the second number after the first number
Three is the sum of one and the second number
The next number is the addition of the first number and the last number

We can then conclude that numbers go on infinitely
Infinity would then be represented by the last number in the sequence
If you could imagine that number you will have experienced infinity
Now imagine absolutely nothing

Which is more rational in its possibility of existence
What if nothing and infinity were the same thing
Something as large as infinity would mean nothing to the average person
Nothing is easy to contemplate but how do you measure it

How large could nothing be
Could nothing be infinite
If you add infinity to nothing do you get infinity or twice infinity
Now we have a series of nothings and infinities

What happens if you take minus infinity and add it to nothing
Well you might really get nothing
If you add infinity to minus infinity you would also get nothing
if you add nothing and nothing you might then get infinity

How far can we go with nothing
Well it sounds like we can go infinitely
Since we have tried to prove infinity with everything
Perhaps we should explore infinity with nothing.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Going to the Gulag and We’re Gonna’ be Happy

Going to the Gulag and We’re Gonna’ be Happy

Time to pay a visit to the Animal Farm
Political corruption addressed via this very simple and novel alarm
Stalinism’s utopian ideals were ingredients for this allegorical story
The pigs and boars of the animal kingdom were chosen for political glory

Perhaps we should reflect a little Of Mice and Men
The tale more tragic than that of Jean Valjean and the anonymous Madelaine
Human vagrancy cast in all direction
The pitiful protagonists found themselves void of all human affection

Yes, someone has summoned the order To Kill a Mockingbird
Humans, rather than colour, now being separated by religious herd
The innocence of idealism plucked from society’s foundation
The crows and buzzards stand guard to crush its resurrection for the corporation

Perhaps a glass of vino from the Grapes of Wrath will ease the mind’s commotion
Everything today moves fast but your reaction is stuck in slow motion
Every day appears to have become a Long Day’s Journey Into Night
Sit back and perhaps a little intellectual morphine will soothe your personal plight

Plan a vacation stint with The Old Man and the Sea
Resurrect your dignity in the company of tranquil waters and the Almighty
Don’t wait too long as Billy’s journey in Slaughterhouse Five may come to pass
Before war and aliens we should experience the feel of the ticklish grass

There are forces in life whose evil crushes even the most courageous Exorcist
Close your eyes wide open and be ready to subdue that which you cannot resist
Dust the record player and listen to Def Leppard sing Rock of Ages
Going to the Gulag and We’re Gonna’ be Happy, will not be all the rages.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Thursday, September 9, 2010

A Book Burning

A Book Burning

Islam set to build a Mosque near the site of the once Twin Towers
Crowley and Mazzini long ago forecast the battle of two religious powers
Absurdity will go to great lengths to wage war among nations
Pastor Jones the current disciple of a book burning reincarnation

Diocletian long ago burned the Egyptian Alchemy texts
Jovian’s destruction of the Library of Antioch left many of the ancients extremely perplexed
The Spanish Bishop of the Yucatan did send the Mayan Sacred Books up in smoke
Let us forget not May 10, 1933 when Jewish novels did the Nazis’ fire eagerly stoke

What in the pages of scared text do others find desire in it to desecrate
Why do religious denominations feel compelled to impose their moral weight
The words of God were spoken for men to hold dear in their heart
The lesson He taught was that everyone could interpret his love like an abstract piece of art

Lucifer is at work to create conflict between Qur’an and Torah
Muhammed notably absent from the lighting of the Hanukkah Menorah
Put your hands together and tune your five senses
Evil lurks in the background trying subdue your defences

Lost Christians as lambs stop following the political propaganda
Remember the blood-soaked table of Idi Amin and the once upon-a-time Uganda
Think upon the absurdity of this preacher’s perception
The words of a Prophet from the ashes will always come to life via immaculate conception.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Monday, September 6, 2010

Abortion Poem

Abortion Poem

The abortion issue again on the federal agenda
Will Canadians be summoned to a public referenda
Pro-Choice doctors make ready the fetal bin
Pro-Life advocates professing the great sin

Liberals and Conservatives ready to do battle
Is life precious or a perishable chattel
The times may be ripe to decide such a question
This may be humanity’s last confession

Sex as liberal as the changing fashion
Life created through an act of passion
A tiny embryo now born in a mother’s womb
Will this child face happiness or imminent doom

For some women and mothers to be
Their choice unlocks a moral key
Sperm and egg have created a disaster
Gynaecologist to call or is it the Pastor

A young teenager her life in peril
Precarious for the older woman who thought she was sterile
For some economics makes the situation hope less
For others disease and genetics are decisions of great distress

Dad idled behind the scene
Should he be courageous or choose not to intervene
Easy for mother to take full charge
The law says papa can remain at large

Womb encrusted no more visible than a ghost
For the poor embryo the mother is the host
Not capable of making its own decision
The young fetus cries for an ethical provision

Stuck in limbo without a voice
All deciding on my choice
Why has life become a political convention
I would not be here if it was not God’s intention.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

When, Why, Who, What and Where

When, Why, Who, What and Where

When does insanity wed the unconscious reality
When is normal normal but not the norm
When does a cause becomes greater than self
When is truthfulness truth to myth and legend

Why do you think it so, has someone told you
Why have you taken the next step, and not guarded your direction
Why have you spoken, when nothing needs to be said
Why do you watch, the mirror holds no secrets

Who came before there was a before
Who did you meet only to forget that you had met
Who made everything possible when its possibility seemed impossible
Who do you think you are, has your being been before

What makes a planet orbit the sun and a human soul, God
What makes evil evil, if evil is that which provokes us
What do you tell a child about life when the once child forgot what life was
What in love is empty and what is empty without love

Where do we go from here, we have already been there
Where in time, did we loose the time, to time our time
Where does opportunity knock when the door is hollow
Where will war war for the sake of war.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

The Stock Market

The Stock Market

Animated egos attired in pin-striped suits
The ensemble accompanied by patent leather boots
Strutting their indifference up and down the side walk
Pondering ways of owning the whole block

Into a private bath for a quick pee and glance
Then to the office in a stoic trance
Pull back the chair and the ticker gets going
The seeds of greed the mind is sewing

The key board sings with each buy and sell
A commission plus or minus but who gives a hell
Customers like shekels ready to churn
Brokers predictions of no real concern

The bell rings loud at the end of day
Billions changed hands without a single hair turning gray
Banks and insiders always the winner
For the poor sucker the wallet grew thinner

Why sink your money in the financial abyss
They stopped caring with the first morning piss
Put your money in brick and mortar
This way you become your own best supporter

The public got screwed when politicians loosened the rules
They pretend to care while we remain fools
Promises to fix the stock market blunder
Our ignorance and patience they continue to plunder

Every nation plagued by growing debt
Their survival the outcome of a financial bet
The G8, G20 and G infinity come to the rescue
How did our money turn to rotten sinew

For all this nonsense there is an answer
To cut from society all this cancer
Start with the stock market and then the bank
Let the New World Order walk the plank.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

The Oil Spill

The Oil Spill

The British Empire had left but the Americans did not mark their return
Tony Hayworth for Queens, Dukes and Earls a nice profit he was sent to earn
Bore deep and deeper they proclaimed as more dividends we desire
A cheery oh and a shag-you to the little oyster and the Black Gospel Choir

Fishermen cast ashore by a slimy residue
Such a delicacy found not, even in Emeril`s delicious chocolate fondue
A lingering smell and no it is not cow dung
It transforms to taste as it corrodes the tongue

A mixture of Corexit 9500, methane and benzene, the lungs they will burn
Not to mention an atomic explosion, which will create a much bigger concern
70,000 pounds of pressure at the well’s head
Man’s ignorance will leave, many upon many, wondering why they are dead

Mississippi Burning and the Pelican Brief
Civil rights, Birmingham ‘63 and four dead girls, pale by the forecasted grief
New Orleans is sinking foretold by the Tragically Hip
Florida Keys drowning in oil, drip by drip

The spirit of Sweet Emma playin’ the blues at Preservation Hall
Dixieland in the background, as a gravedigger marches side Peter and Paul
Obama and the government silent in breaking the news
Catastrophe in waiting, the public they will not be amused

Americans stand ready with fife and drum
Yours is the land where freedom has become numb
Ready the pistols and hatchets too
A new revolution is coming to a theatre near you

To the fuckin’ politicians who let BP concoct an arsenic brew
And to the corporate elitists, Satan’s fire, compliments of a crucified Jew
Native people gather your horses, tomahawk and quiver
The Great Spirit beckons your return as nature’s caregiver.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

The NWO versus the “UE”

The NWO versus the “UE”

Could the UE be the mirrored reflection of the E you
This may be how the Illuminati secretly announced their debut
Eliminate a few borders and publish a new currency
A new Roman Empire they built by the guarded secrets of necromancy

Weishaupt founded the order in May of one77six
A praying Jesuit brought to the life this darkness by the River Styx
Foresaken his duty had become to Papacy and Jew
The absolution of Lucifer he proclaimed was now long overdue

Independence Day, coincidently on July four of the same year
New death and life started the race simultaneously in history’s frontier
Their battle for centuries fought unknowingly by a victimized foe
Their plan in propaganda, FIAT and chaos, by now you must already know

Could a United Earth be such a bad idea
Well why not, but please explain all the hyperbole and panacea
By what strange logic have they attempted to unite mankind
Their rules and motivation to this day remain undefined

A peaceful planet would appear to be a logical goal
Humanity and nature as one and so to God in control
But it is in the latter that I believe we have the quandary
For you and I it is God, but for them it is the contrary

With all these acronyms you would thing life would be simple
They are about to squeeze your brain as you would a pimple
They believe in Satan, but are very afraid of dying
Their courage unfortunately strengthens when they hear humanity crying

Come out of the closet ewe disciples of the New World Order
Come out one and all, ewe patients of attention deficit disorder
Playing games with the news is no way to make friends
People as I cast out the bullshit and imagine the trends.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Magna Carta

Magna Carta

King John of England, to the Articles of the Barons he agreed in 1215
John not very nice to his subjects, to Canterbury and St. Augustine
Clause 61 unfortunately neutered the distraught Monarch’s royal power
Papal pity and battle led to his demise and eventual dying hour

Civil war brought France’s King Louis V111 and happily a young Henry to throne
Renamed Magna Carta, justice modified and then recast in stone
The final statute “Confirmatio Cartarum” added by Edward 1 in 1297
It was a true blessing, like falling manna from heaven

Born was the right of Habeus Corpus
A feat no greater than the Greeks summoning the gods to Mount Olympus
Men no longer the victim of unlawful detention
The Crown and jury required just cause for apprehension

For more than 300 years its legality thwarted
Oliver Cromwell his disdain labelled it the Magna Farta
Archbishop Laud put Church and state to the test
For the outcome thankfully he was blessed

Not so for African slave and colonized victim
In their cause the Magna Carta had an exception to the dictum
Centuries later child labour became very enticing
Industrialized Revolution made their services free from pricing

Here we are in 2010, the Queen inaugurates the Magna Carta in Manitoba
Let us not forget the silence of Habeus Corpus for the Huron and Dakota
Likewise Prime Minister Harper proclaiming Canada a human rights haven for all
McGuinty and Blair’s actions of unlawful detention, no mention, protected by the Masonic Hall.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

The Hungry Haitian Knocks

The Hungry Haitian Knocks

They had mud huts but now they are gone
After a week of terror they sought to find a new dawn
The world went running to lend a hand
Bodies and carcasses on mass they buried in unconsecrated land

Armies in the thousands came to rebuild the roads
Generous volunteers arrived by the bus load
The old, forsaken and the sick were found huddled in the street
Children lives were now rendered incomplete

Voodoo shaman lost of spirits and singing rattle
The homeless treated less than slaughterhouse cattle
Patient was their hope for divine intervention
But global aid became afflicted by political circumvention

The U.N. had gathered billions of dollars to rebuild their land
Now more concerned about BRIC and mortar than a dying hand
Pledges by global governments they did applaud
Look more closely to discover another Wall Street fraud

The Salvation Army ringing the bell for Santa Claus
Oxfam for its part requesting global applause
Save the Children, will they indeed
UNICEF across the media donations they did plead

All this generosity and no fix in place
Why has humanity accepted this disgrace
Generous was our gift to help each victim
Black still the colour of slavery is the judge’s dictum

Hunger and disease became epidemic
Evil leaders were more eager to witness human pandemic
The media departed and the misery was for gotten
The hungry Haitian knocks and asks, Master can I still pick cotton.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

The Five Senses

The Five Senses

Believe not what in what you see
Close your eyes wide open and see the reality of that which cannot be seen

The voice of sound is deceitful and its message transformed by interference
A just ear will decipher the logic of each word and the resonance of its sound

Taste stimulates the tongue but not what it orchestrates
It lays attached within a hollow chasm transforming food into thought

What you can touch with your flesh proves that you are here
What you feel around you but cannot grasp proves that you are

The oxygen of life attaches itself to all things natural and unnatural
What one exhales forever changes the fragrance of that next breathe.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

The Big Flush

The Big Flush

Has no one caught on, our economy is a game of good old Strip Poker
Especially when the card dealer is none more than a Wall Street Broker
Derivatives and SDWs, now valueless in the quadrillions
Yes, we have gone passed the trillions my dear teary-eyed civilian

The bell tower dings and dongs at the time of the Crazy Eight
The masked Cabal in devil horned attire keep secret their powerful hate
Jester and magician round the pentagram they frolic to amuse
Charlatans and rabble-rousers will soon find chains a better fit than their soft leather shoes

In the den, the grey-haired bankers prepare for a friendly game of Euchre
The opposition consists of the Central Bankers and the members of “Le Punch de Sucre”
Printing more money and bailouts, they agree is becoming exhaustive
Nothing like flood, drought and catastrophe, they concur is much more flaky and frosted

The mortgage brokers stand ready as home loans go bye-bye again
Already, six million foreclosures in America for fiscal year two thousand and ten
Unemployment not lonely when accompanied by a rising national debt
The ominous future for the world, not foretold in the controlled media gazette

Let’s get back to the party and enjoy a great game of Bridge
For the ordinary citizen there is much food at the grocer but not in their fridge
The plan is to keep all the shelves full and the freezers cooling
It will be too late when we discover, land of the plenty, they were only fooling

And so we end the amusement with a card game of War
First, let the impending economic upheaval fester like a puss-filled sore
Then like Fascism, government and business will experiment with a little mind control
God they will blame for its effects, masqueraded by the changing Earthly magnetic pole

At what point did you discover that you had no more poker-chips
Don’t be alarmed, everyone is falling prey to those controlling micro-chips
Twenty amino acids and the potential for sixty and four
It’s too late, we’re the unknowing victims of the Cabal’s newest and personal Cold War

Money and retail stand ready to be blessed by the grave
Commercial real estate investors already asking what happened to the rave
Oil as always will be on the rise
Just in time to test the worthiness of our new Middle-East allies.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Stephen Hawking

Stephen Hawking

Stephen Hawking has just announced that God is not the Universal Creator
He hints that we were concocted by aliens in a beaker-filled amphi theatre
As people age they find comfort in believing in the after-life and heaven
This physicist now thinks we are alien dessert, just like that dispensed by Seven-Eleven

While not a believer in this relatively new theory
The alien factor of aggression does make me very weary
Area 51 and weather balloons appears a little too simplistic
A universe filled with alien life seems much more realistic

We must in the end decide if God was a one hit wonder
Did He create mankind and then stopped when He recognized His blunder
Did He take a day or did He take a week
I suggest He took whatever time He needed to hone His technique

His real feat was in creating those womanly creatures and the big breast
When He looked at those two big jugs He then decided to take a rest
For planet Earth He then left to nature and genetic mutation
Proclaiming, do as you will, in the end I will decide on your spiritual salvation

Now what about those pesky alien creatures
If real, should they be welcomed as benevolent preachers
My hunch is that their technology and savagery would be slightly more advanced
Those big black eyes, for prey, they probably are meant to en trance

Others speak of hidden Earthly Giants and Amphibian delight
Hidden for centuries, satiating their human appetite
Did God throw them into the mix to eradicate His human mistake
How do you feel about dinner and you the object coated with shake ‘n bake

Well then get ready and don’t be so stupid
If God isn’t, then all we have is each other my dear cupid
If He is, then don’t worry about alien visitors
We already have enough Earthly demons acting as our great inquisitors.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede



Did someone conclude that the Cold War was dead
Very unlikely, politics a demon with many a Machiavellian head
Diplomacy the sport of nerves among suspicious nations
Black hooded characters continue to appear as shadowy aberrations

Spies, the masters plan a new complexion
Anna Chapman with great legs, breasts and smile, will give you an erection
Dormant but never dead, Jack the Ripper plans his return
No matter her beauty he says, the Palace for an Annie, always readies the urn

Really, what is all the commotion
The Yanks as many spies in Red Square moving in slow motion
Israel has mastered espionage and trained many an assassin
Canada obliges them all with fake passports and a maddened reaction

You would think that with Globalism secrets would be on the wane
Government rhetoric to make us believe with the enemy we sip champagne
Past are the days of cloak and dagger
Keith B Alexander is now in charge of cyber war and electronic swagger

Nothing like a good spy thriller
Intelligence among old foes there is no more killer
More on the line is national supremacy
Not to mention restraining the global contumacy

For every game there is an exception
Rogue sleeper cells given birth by an even greater deception
Their revenge perpetrated by explosive bomb
Bankrolled by the same people who started Vietnam

While CIA and KGB continue to be active
China in the spy game appears to be most attractive
Canada given duty to farm foreign spies
Fadden of CSIS, so he implies.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede ( aka - pissmeoff)

Silence of the Lambs

Silence of the Lambs

The meadow picturesque in colours of lavender and green
A weeping willow reflecting in the river, conjoins the landscape with hues of aqua marine
In the distance the remnants of a collapsed cottage finds comfort amongst the ancient rocks
Now filled with weed and the occasional visit by a cunning old fox

Cries as if children heard echoing throughout the fields
The long haired muttons their worries kept silently concealed
Instinctively guarding “ewe” with baby lamb clinging to the breast
Their journey to end with a Papal blessing and a Pallium for his chest

At day’s end the congregation lays huddled by the night fire
The weary shepherd measures his distance by means of the far-off church spire
His sceptre planted firmly, as if a lighthouse in the night
Two old rams appointed its protector flank its magical might

The dawn breaks accompanied by a strange wind and rain
Nature’s elements foretell of an imminent bane
Listen oh sheep to the warnings of lightning and thunder
The wolves stand ready to tear you asunder

Awake my friends, let our journey begin anew
My duty and your sacrifice will bring reverence to a crucified Jew
Guide my passage as I guide yours
Let us keep distant from Satan’s door

Guard your sleep as if it were your eternity
The Devil’s sons your demise they plan in their fraternity
Be as the sceptre of the pious Shepherd
The silence of the lambs will break no matter how quiet the leopard.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Shakin all Over

Shakin all Over

From petrolia to ocotillo we’re gonna be twisting
Chubby Checker is really insisting
Loose in the pants it’s time to rock
A little bit of chile and whoops the stomach starts to knock

A feel a tremor when elvis sings the blues
He’s bigger in japan than blue suede shoes
Time for tranquility and so sings bocelli
All sit calmly but not in new delhi

Shivering and shaking in cold alaska
The polar bears are leaving and heading for nebraska
Afghani soldiers goin round and round
Can’t do the funky chicken with corpses on the ground

Foreigners doing the disco in old sumatra
But I still prefer the rat pack and frankie sinatra
The waters are percolating from here to dover
I feel the earth moving as the kidd sings shakin all over

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Rob Ford

Rob Ford

Ladies, City Hall still has not been able to find the belly button between those droopy breasts
Bra-less is the way to go if you want to fend off these nasty tax-gathering pests
Men of Toronto, in the same vain, don’t worry about those sagging testicles
It’s great to keep your excess money inside those weary barnacles

Councillor Rae be happy, taxpayers were generous with retirement party and European vacation
The idle fools don’t seem to care that you are funding your favourite private foundation
Mayor Miller off he goes with a year’s severance to boot
Elected officials rewarding incompetence with more of the unaccounted public loot

The St Clair rail improvement project, from ten to a hundred million dollars it did bloom
A whole bunch of money swept under the sofa with a real corny broom
Ask a City employee, how did we spend the money, a stupid look is accompanied by reddened complexion
They respond, “Don’t ask me”, I had to vote for them in the last election

The roads have more cracks and craters than ever before
Someone decided that car tires should be a weekly purchase at the local grocery store
What about winter and the diminishing snow
Global warming is making a mess of shady contracts and the hidden dough

Real estate taxes, wow what a chasm
Most of the money giving the Freemasons a hernia and pecker-filled spasm
Charitable organizations receiving millions for good old public aid
Little for the afflicted, but boy have they have lined their pockets for their personal crusade

Great to see so many people running for Mayor
All new candidates, each peddling a new song and prayer
To date, lies and deception have allowed them to make off with our change
So much so they have created a seditious “City Hall Money Exchange”

In any case we must make a decision
Rob Ford, big bellied and outspoken, appears exempt from political circumcision
His track record and sincerity makes him a strong candidate in curbing corruption in Old City Hall
Let’s get behind him so he manages to keep that sacred second ball.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Reality, Truth and Honesty

Reality, Truth and Honesty

Words and languages cannot begin to define reality
Words lack philosophical substance and language is tempted by ambiguous translation
Reality struggles to be as the actor struggles to portray something he can never be
Words are the stuttering impulses of a grotesquely primitive intelligence caught up in the desire to be something more than it can be

The truth is shrouded by words of equal indifference
To find the truth one must subject one-self to that which challenges the thine
Truth is the omega of eternity, not of its existence
Truth manifests itself in the imagination of the abstract thinking mind

As Diogenes waited a lifetime to find an honest man, so to, does God await honesty’s invocation
Honesty sits singularly tormented by an unforgiving patience
Its true grace lies not in its sincerity but in its willingness to become sincere
The purification process of the truth is the baptismal journey for honesty

The realism of truth and honesty are as distant as the tongue and mouth
The truth that honesty can become a reality is challenged by thee
If there is honesty in the truth it is not of this reality
The existence of reality can be imagined whilst honesty saturates the truth with lies and endures.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede



When was it that I learned to pray,
Mother kneeled with me at the end of each day,
Was it when I was three,
A bed-wetter who had just learned to properly pee

Dad prayed with me every Sunday night,
Had to brush my teeth to make sure they were real bright,
I laid in bed with my hands together,
Dad told me to pray for everything including great weather

Grandma was getting old and her memory was going,
At six she visited without her knowing,
She liked to teach me the Hail Mary,
When we prayed the words started to vary

Grandpa chuckled as he stood in the doorway,
His kind smile to be missed some day,
I was ten when he was alone,
We prayed for Grandma to find her way home

I thirteen I forgot to pray,
My life was too busy what can I say,
Friends and games filled me with joy,
God had taken the backseat to a sixteen year old boy

Many years had passed but I married at twenty seven,
Happy but never thankful to my Father in heaven,
At thirty we had our first pride and joy,
God had blessed me with a cute baby boy

It was then that I remembered to pray,
Thanking God with all the kind words that came my way,
A little late but I knew He was listening,
I asked that He attend my baby’s christening

At fifty we became empty nesters,
My hubby plump and looking like the court jester,
Early to bed with a bowl of corn flakes,
I prayed that God would ban chocolate shakes

At eighty I became a widow,
Each night my eyes cried upon the pillow,
Never alone as He stood by my side,
One night I upped and died

Life quicker than death,
It shorter than my last breath,
God greeted me with a great smile,
His out-stretched arm glowing in the aisle

My prayers answered and not in vane,
I suffered no great pain,
Between peeing and dying,
God helped with me with all the trying.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede