Davey W. Sifferd III

Swindlers

Create illusions of defense, honor or fame.
Dont think I dont notice, adverstised easy gains.
You’re trying to trap us, and it works everyday.

Dont think I dont notice that we’re both just men.
That what you do I can, and there’s no written end.
Dont think I dont know this, that we have a chance,
But if you knew that I did we wouldnt last.

Visual Disturbance.

Visual Disturbance.

Disturbances, in this storm again.

Your ears are they ringing.

The spirit of the berserkers singing.

The mirror on the wall, where you’re soul is 10 feet tall.

Spiders, Spiders, Spiders on the wall.

Everybody, everybody ten feet tall.

If you can’t walk the talk,

why don’t you try first to crawl.

Like the arachnids on the wall,

Everybody, everybody ten feet tall.

Control “C” to Control “P”

Control me, control my being.

From Control C to Control P.

These kids just copy paste everything.



I’ve got something here America, it’s hidden up my sleeve.

Please Believe It is yet to reveal itself to me.

But when it does, and when it does-

It will justify everything.



Give me your money, I’ll give you drugs-

Give me your money, for taking these drugs.

Fuck the Police, shoot one for the cause.

I’d feel much better, but I take all these god damn drugs.



Resolution, where you reach that other room.

Constitution in your change of perception advancing towards an imminent doom.

Here’s Your Letter

Oh my soul, when we play those songs-
The ones we all know, the sing alongs-
About our captors and debtors, addictions and glory and freinds and our familys.
Oh one day, we will be free.
Openly smoke on our trees in anarchy.
Before we can sing, we’ll have to march.
And display a peace these facists cant touch.

I am this earth and I love it too much,
we’ll just live together in the woods, away from man’s touch.
I’ve only got one life, I’m depressed to much.
Let’s disgard this skin that this world has touched.
Am I dying inside? Or am I thinking too much?


Oh my soul! When we sing those songs!
The ones we all know! The Sing alongs!
And oh my soul will be reobsorbed,
on the day I die on this earth.
Oh my friend, we’ll play one day-
in the streets with our children in a completely new way.
Oh my love, these flaura and fauna,
You fuel my mind and I call you father.
All this inanimate matter, we’re all cognative collections of cosmic dust-
and life’s too fuckig short to be down this much.
Am I dying inside? Oh I think I’m just thinking too much.

Electric Eyes*

Even though i don’t remember when-
Girl, you started loving him again.

Every failed attempt he had to talk to your mind-
If there’s nothing there, baby I wouldn’t let it shine.
- — - —- - - — —-
Keep me out of the kitchen, I’ve been cooking too much!
It’s hot up in heaven, and I’m sweating all my skin off.

So long ago i heard a voice from god, now i know he’s an imaginative partial mirage.
You would understand if you could feel the heat of the heavens.
It’s not a trick, come on girl I know that you’ll love it.

IT’s hot up here in heaven, so hot up in my paradise.
I told the angels at my death to copy your old electric eyes.
I see the world through my TV and computer screens.
Revolution can answer, so pardon the screams!
It’s just a part of life, we live; you die.
It’s a new revolution, of body and mind.
You’re a piece of evolution, your human waste is all pollution.
It’s an idea i thought for a solution, we can face a revolution.
Tell your brother you love him, make sure he’s aware.
I would hate for this night to end with a mass murder scare.
Fuck all the others we protect those we love.
Survival of those leading the followers comes from above.
Why cant the world just learn to love?
I can, you can, they see it’s the first step to being free-
We’ve got to teach the world to love again.
Why cant the world learn to love again?
I say it as if it ever did, a first to love so how can we love again?
I’m aware of what they’ve said, it’s a problem they’ve always had.
Call it whatever, it’s the change of the seasons.
The earth is effected by gravity and we all assume we come from god’s pity.
Seven years of bloodshed, where is the humility?
All you just seem so, pissed off hypocritical, delusional to the point of visiting an institution. I guess that every person has to find their own solution to survival.


(4/2008)*

After 300 years the persecution remains.

On Jan. 13, when Leonard Peltier arrived at Canaan Federal Prison in Pennsylvania after being transferred from another facility in the state, he was brutally assaulted by a group of inmates. A letter from Peltier’s sister, Betty Peltier-Solano, says he suffered numerous head blows and “blood was everywhere.” She also said one of his fingers has been broken. He has been put in solitary confinement.

For those of you who arent formiliar with Leonard Peltier and his situation as political prisoner, is a Native American activist and member of the American Indian Movement who was convicted and sentenced in 1977 to two consecutive terms of life imprisonment for the murder of two FBI Agents who were killed during a 1975 shoot-out on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation. There is considerable debate over Peltier’s guilt and the fairness of his trial. Some supporters and organizations consider him to be a political prisoner. Amnesty International has stated that “Although he has not been adopted as a prisoner of conscience, there is concern about the fairness of the proceedings leading to his conviction and it is believed that political factors may have influenced the way the case was prosecuted.”[1] Numerous lawsuits have been filed on his behalf but none have succeeded.


Peltier’s sister blames the FBI for this attack, as they have been responsible for so many attacks against him, both political and physical.


Since 1975 Peltier, a leader of the American Indian Movement who courageously battled the FBI in defense of his people and their sovereignty, has been in federal prison for a crime it is widely believed he did not commit.

As if the native Americans have not been flogged enough culturally, spiritually and physically. I mean come on people- the europeans who run this country caused an almost absolute extinction of the true aboriginal peoples to this country- and when the anger of such unjustness leads to any dispute, that same government will stop at nothing to see it pushed back down.

The Federal Bureau of Investigation has worked long and hard to ensure that Peltier remains behind bars. The FBI openly admits that it paid a woman who testified against him in 2004 the sum of $42,000 “in compensation.” When rumors circulated that President Bill Clinton was considering a pardon for Peltier, the FBI staged a demonstration in front of the White House calling for his continued imprisonment. In 1978, fellow political prisoner Standing Deer came forward with the news that the FBI had approached him about assassinating Peltier.


Peltier pointed out, “When we exposed the Government misconduct, the Government stopped arguing that I ‘shot the agents,’ and began arguing that my conviction should be upheld on aiding and abetting grounds, even though the only two people I could have aided and abetted, Robert Robideau and Dino Butler, were acquitted on self-defense grounds.
”

Call and request Leonard Peltier be treated with dignity and respect and let prison officials know that the public will hold them accountable for his safety and well-being. Peltier’s register (prison ID) number is 89637-132.


Contact: Warden Ronnie R. Holt, Warden, USP-Canaan, 3057 Easton Turnpike, Waymart, PA 18472; phone: 570-488-8000; fax: 570-488-8130; e-mail: caa/execassistant@bop.gov. D. Scott Dodrill, Director, Northeast Regional Office, Federal Bureau of Prisons, 2nd and Chestnut streets, 7th Floor, Philadelphia, PA 19106; phone: 215-521-7301; e-mail: nero/execassistant@bop.gov. Harley G. Lappin, Director, Bureau of Prisons, U.S. Department of Justice, 320 First Street NW, Rm. 654, Washington, DC 20534; phone: 202-307-3250; fax: 202-514-6878.