(
                                 (                                      --  O --
(                      
(                                

                              ~~~~~~~~~~

The story's still untold

There are no words that talk of Reality

The days ! -- like poor men in the park

Hide by day
Get drunk by dark

•

The children **** in high school corridors
And become afraid

••

The slaves are restless but don't know what to do

The kids hang around and eat until they die

••

People care but they're not sure why

•

We wonder what has happened to this place

••

The children **** in high school corridors
And become afraid

••


All of a sudden --- people start to run

Look !
Here comes

Someone with a gun

Soft the cool wind
The desert sands blown round

There is no life
(no prayer, no sound)
•

All the footsteps --- gone!

Even those of Sacred Dream

Nothing has been spared
Except you and me

(Except you and me
All hope is gone)
•

Come let us marry
And seed the earth again

"Why not?" I say

"Why not?" you repeat

exploding

(  # • )
<>
/ (  •. ) \
/\

/////

we are so ungrateful

////

We are so ungrateful

AREN' T WE ?

////    |||
             •
<>

/|\
/\


Crippled
                             Old the man
The child looks on                    

Does someone have something to say ?

••

Silent !

What is it that matters  ?

This question
Is all

That is going on !!

••

Pandering

Inventing the safe gods they allow us to worship

SLAVES FOR THE DURATION

This is our name

••

The real truth humble as always

Awaits your even most meager attempt to discover her

////

Healing with self evident respect for decency

|||

Those who would

Just

GO FREE

///

It is all quite easy as you know

But pain had such appeal to such as we

The stage is set
--

VULNERABLE

( the name of the play)

_

We are all completely deluded

There is no reality here

We are an invaded humanity

Yet you cry for love

WHY?

Are you in such a hurry to get married and have children?
--

I don't think so

So why this crazed concern about *** and love

Actually

This is a question you might do well
To try answer
--

VULNERABLE

Yes
A razor to your wrist makes you feel vulnerable

Drunk
Naked
******

(vulnerable)

BUT

To say:

**** this ****  I'm outta here till

The

TRUTH is completely revealed

And to call your classmates to join you?

This you do not do!

TOO VULNERABLE ?

You tell me

---

Its nearly sunset
Then comes night
And the dawn

What will you call upon?

What challenge will you fulfill?


PUT DOWN YOUR ******* RAZOR BLADE

THERE'S ENOUGH BLOOD ALREADY HERE

And not enough of your true self

I AM NOT ANGRY!
no never!

BUT

stinking lazy indifference
sickens me!

i'm sorry

i only write poetry

to make you happy

happy!

happy!!

and as this the new day
reveals it's perfectly pure and clean
new face

politically pristine
oil spill-less  and
corporately blessed

with financially bought off
presidents

congressmen
and supreme court judges
who confess

that all negros
they detest

and imprison or ****
so willfully
willingly

as they do all poor folks
who,in their need
seek  justice

which in this the new day with it's new face

isn't here anymore

i guv me luv a cherry ****
she said to me
"how sweet ya art'
i said "ye know
i love ya so"

SUCH A STORY!
FIT FOR REALITY ..TEE VEE!

i say ........
but then a camera man
stuck is **** into the parth
of a sense of...sincerity

COME....WE'LL ****
RAG-HEADED
MOSQUE-ITITES

and keep all da poets
happy!

happy !!
sappy!!!!!!!!!

happy!
---

an den real luv

( oh shut it up!
real luv dont sell
janet jackson's boobererinies!!!!)

an if n you was a real man

ye'll be dead by
sunday!!!
------
-----

i guv me luv a cherry ****
she said to me
"how sweet ya art'
i said "ye know
i love ya so"

the enemy is.....you

(all of our "you's")

the enemy...........
always fights
the pure simple truth
we know is true
instinctively

the enemy claims
(always)
to love you

the enemy points out there
and says
"see......the ENEMY!

don't worry!

i will protect you!!!"

THE BENEVOLENT ENEMY!!!

but

i will see you on the open field
i will see you in the ancient hall
i will see you in the alleyway
i will see you in chains, in court
i will see you when you start
moving towards the door
that is symbolic of "the heart"

i will see you when i see
in the mirror
my own true face

THE DAY
(OR NIGHT!)
IS
ALWAYS YOUNG
the enemy of the enemy
is only love

the enemy of the enemy
is only love

the streets are ****** with our self denial
we beat ourselves senseless with our
police mentality

we are the masters of our slavery
we abuse ourselves unmercifully

the streets are prisons we make
we say
we do it for our unborn children's sake

we are the masters of our slavery
we abuse ourselves unmercifully
unmercifully

we desire to be the .....house slaves
we do not want to be the..... factory worker

we are the policemen
we have adopted slave mentality

we are the masters of our slavery
we abuse ourselves unmercifully


come away boy
come away girl

there is a better world somewhere
away from the streets we ******
with our self denial
and
police mentality

((
                   ))
((
\/
/\
/     \

::::

Purity

( we ---- the gentle --- we
we seek each other ! )

•

WE

We seek into REASONS
we seek into
The nuances

Of love
Of life

Wanting to find YOU

(you who are reaching
Reaching --- out )

••

We are of

Many limitations

•

Limited time
Limited financial resources
Limited information

••

But together !

Tell me

WHAT CAN'T WE DO !

Together

••

Purity

We come together gently

( if we'd come together )

Simply

In the way

We know how

(                    ^^^                   )

(<(<(<                                                 >)>)>)
O
>>>>>>>                         (    )                         <<<<<<<
(        )
+++++++

the strays

the         lost boys
Returning
                                      Home

///

we sought wisdom

we found each other and are glad

                              ////
•                   ////                      

someone said

                                     I KNEW IT HAD TO BE THIS WAY
( yes indeed !)

•

The spider's web

We paint so many pretty pictures
All can see

////                                      •

We tell so many stories

But only One contains

Us together upon that road

That takes everybody home

••                  

Me and my gal

& the kids

The holy sky
Across the mountain range

The oceans are mystically saved

And man becomes Man again !

••                      
••

Me and my gal

And the kids

All the beauty there to find

And of course you

Over there

Odin........
////
         .....................................(oh!!)

ODIN!

......
•
----­--

(Only SILENCE reigns)

•••

Have no fear

We are coming

(Have no fear)

Here we are

••

Odin!

Odin!

Oh!

              ...................(my Lord)

////

There is so
Much to do or say

We have been hiding for so long

///:::///

We have been hiding in our fear

Now we must be GONE

••

Odin!
/////
                ......................... (oh!!)

ODIN!

••

(now we must be GONE)

softly
pornographically
the image
of DAY
presented to us
vibrates
and resonates
and informs
and creates us
making us such
cute and ****
personalities
shaping reality correctly
that is
into a world
where everything
including people

ARE MERE COMMODITIES

commodities we may
"enter into"
if we ..
..."PAY"
that is
if we prove
we have done
whatever is necessary
to get from the rich man
his money

so soft
so
pornographically
.....safe

NOT REAL AT ALL

we *****, we f--k
we ball
whatever we call
the wasteful
"spilling"

OF ALL
OUR

SACRED SEED

Genocidal midmorning serenade
We paint tomorrow with
Corpses
We see the New Lands

God the father is here
Blessed Israel!
---
Oh the inferior races
Gone without a trace

Genocidal liberation!

Come come

If you got a lot of money you may live
To sing the free world into place

To stand before god's face
And the world death shall create

||   ||
-------------------
  \       GSL      /
----------------

~~~~~~~

•

Get yourself a Deluxe Cabin

On the GOOD SHIP LOLLIPOP !

•

Get a seat at the Captain's Table

on the GOOD SHIP LOLLIPOP !

•

Find a girl who had ******* !

On the GOOD SHIP LOLLIPOP !

•

or a boy with a Lotta Money !

On the GOOD SHIP LOLLIPOP !

••

Won't see a Poor Man anywhere

On the GOOD SHIP LOLLIPOP !

///

They all locked up down in Steerage

On the GOOD SHIP LOLLIPOP !

Bouganvillea

I always wanted to write a poem that had
Bougainvillea
In it and now I have!
--
What the hell is
Bougainvillea?
------
Ya see
Ya just gotta love everybody
Ya know
---
I mean
Look back in your mind
Your memory
A picture
Do you see the people in the picture in your mind
In your memory?
.
Do you love them all?

You should
------
That picture will last for a million years!

Travel the universe at the speed of light
---
And carry with it----your NAME!!
---
Do you want everyone to think you're an *******!
......
It's easy to write poetry if you just be honest
.
It's easy to be honest if you love everybody

.



& then

Hopefully we die


••

••

As wave after wave of


Violent frenzy

Sweeps across the Land

//

Though

On a positive note

Girls don't burn their bras anymore
  

( They burn themselves )


...


Which is

In reality

Quite **** !

**** like a good war

)(

If god didn't want us to

Have oral ***

He wouldn't of gave us mouths

••

sometimes i think we would've been better of if we weren't

So **** stupid

""""


******* are nice


•••


You ain't so bad




.

little  the life that is left unto us now!

wars a ****** in!

(COME SAVE US E E CUMMINGS!)

the massive death
the rags of poverty grief and despair that shall be
our only dominion in a matter of days or weeks or years
(at best)
oh ****!!
are here

after I finally have come to kinda like it here
amid the queer folks and the paparazzi

socialists and nazis!

but the bankers have mastered oink-piggery
and the politicians have turned us into
****** weenies seeking only false security!

and there is no life left here!

(WHERE ARE YOU E E CUMMINGS!?)

ah, gentle reader, be brave be kind and good still
be the subtlest sense of decency shining and displaying
a last bit of reverence for this sacred universal place
we are in

though painfully being murdered
let us rebel gracefully
and live freely
again

Softly pornograhic

This Day

----

Tenderly violent

We play our part as if we could actually LOVE

Anymore!!

-----

****** or corpses

Spread out on the streets

War or peace?

The same thing

--

I would find you there

-----

Trying to show you in a different scene

Talking tenderly

Below the stars

tranquil tranquil
tranquilized

tranquil  tranquil
tranquilized

tranquil tranquil
tranquilized

WATCHIN COMMERCIALS!
WATCHIN COMMERCIALS!
i love to watch commercials on teevee

THEY
point the way point the way
point the way

way
way

WATCHIN THE STEALIN
THAT CREATES POVERTY

watchin the richman
feeling HIS peace

HIS peace
HIS peace

tranquil tranquil
tranquilized

tranquil  tranquil
tranquilized

tranquil tranquil
tranquilized

dont even care
when my wife leaves me

or my kids just
spit in my face

dont even care
how they abuse me

we are so tranquil
all over the place

WE BE
tranquil tranquil
tranquilized

tranquil  tranquil
tranquilized

tranquil tranquil
tranquilized

so unbelievably

TRANQUILIZED

and as being alone is not the same as lonliness...then perhaps "peacefulness" does not mean the silly liberal search for the end of hostilities

and as being a lover does not mean having *** with someone but merely implies a true commitment to humanity....then of course all things are seen in natural harmony

but then!

what would lady gaga say!

and as being a real soul does actually seem to necessitate the abandonment of cultural stupidity.......then perhaps our attempts to write down and express our feelings might possibly be the act of saving the world!

but then!

what would sarah palin say we really mean!

---

come
be free

it is better that way

i

Only a very certain Gentleness
--
Rain is rain
But the rain we want comes from a unique aspiration
--
To **** is to ****
But to love
Means to walk thru a day where a certain gentle rain
Falls all around
--
Goddesses and saints
--
Who else really should be here ?  
..
What does it really mean "to touch?"
--
--
Through the school yard to the
Surrounding woods

On and on

Within the vision of a search for a mountain
A final
Simple
Resting place
--
We are of a certain gentle aspiration
.
We  walk the holy night
In love with the rain

Falling in its own way
All around

across the aisle from me on the subway!

such a woman!

i fell madly in love

i couldn't tell if she was an under-cover policewoman checking me out because.......
.............well, you know

or if it was a ******* checking me out
because........
.............well, you know

anyway

i gave her my puppy dog grin that promised true and eternal lifelong love and affection

at the next stop she got up and was gone

Who?
...
What are the choices?

----

None
---

---

Christ the hobo the freight train

The buggered boy the ****** ***

The boy in the basement video games

The blind man's bluff the the walking lame

---

Who?
.

Why you ask?
--

I don't know what  else can I say?

i love the way she shows her cleavage
and she really shows a LOT of cleavage

i tasted her with my eyes
she...the most special girl i'd ever  want to know

to show.....!
so  much *** for all to see!
what  a girl she must be!

i know her soul contains
GREATNESS
her soul
contains
GREATNESS!
GREATNESS!!

and then we meet

well....
.................undressed

and after "***"

what the hell to care about cleavage?

she is quite ordinary

a boor....really

still , i kinda like her

i guess its cause we shared
something

lonely as gentleness

( true humility)
---

sham saintly figures
move  subtlety
pompously

in self delusion
----

i saw you "fly"
you know

(now you "know"
only the ground)
-----

it is not too late

the way is clear

if you have a MASTER
you are a SLAVE

(which is pure shame)
----

gentleness
humility

the rules of life

the way
------

let us go there

he's a real banana-republic man
living in a banana-republic land
making all his banana-republic plans
For the war lords

^                ^
•    •
~~
/   (  \
/\

--

walking down my street
lynching trees surrounded
by the playing children

"my daddy got that one hung!"
cries one child

"yeah, but i mutilated his genitalia!"
shouts the other

oh so bright and gay
is our neighborhood!

dedicated adults!
happy children!

walking the SECURE HOMELAND street
sweet the smell of decayed flesh
all our dreams!
american dreams
so well fulfilled!

who will turn werewolf tonight
with me?

who....into a vampire!?

thru the lynching trees!

laugh and play children
laugh and play

Scarecrow
Made of sticks and straw !
Certainly
It ain't I what scares ya !
--

Death do its own song
Got its own crew
It's own posse
Now
--
We watch
We see eachother
We laugh
Ha! Ha!..
..
Trying to ignore
Our own isolation

That which will
**** us in the end
--
Our poetry
Is just the wind

Soon to knock
The scarecrow down
--
And we fall down
Grasping for straws

Tryin to gather
One last dream

the wind blown
brown skin
song of a lover

the mountain man
he
wanders

waiting for you
death or rebirth
all the same

it would be so simply
yes?
(it would)

healing
ourselves
and the world

what do we need?
the wind and the mountain
are both free

::


////

                                                       ( let us not be judgemental )

::

She's sad !

( she wants to die )                                                      

But

                                         Let us not be judgemental

••

••

I just read a poem about accepting others

Gays
Transgenders
Etc

it was quite lovely

:::

( and hence ---- this poem )

::

let the sweet juices flow

( she's looking for a guy /// actually

As per the above --- it could be a girl ///

By guy fits into the rhymme scheme better

So we' ll stick with guy )

//

Let the sweet juices flow

She's lookin for a guy

That is all she sees

It's all she thinks she needs

Just another boy

///

She's looking to create

A ****** -like fantasy

//

An ****** - like fantasy

( just like you and me )

///

It's a special kind of beauty

Seeing a young girl cry

//

Titillates our senses

( drops of blood a rollin cross our minds )

///

The innocent ****

Walks down the street

I watch you watch

I see what you see

I see what you are trying to create

///

( but

I'm not judgemental  ! )


::

Though I'm not sure who is the ****

The girl or the rest of us watching

//

But

All are innocent

For we mustn't be judgemental

simple
......... slow rhythm
lost

....."fear" is a word

"lost" is a sacred
condition

i heard about  once
in a dream
a decision was made

HAS ANYONE HERE
EVER MADE A DECISION?

"decision"
is not a word

.........this
everyone knows

WE ARE NAKED OR CLOTHED IN LIES

this, too

everyone knows

the dragon has come
(she with the red rose on her breast is here again)

she with the arrows of thunderbolts has come to **** us to save the world

the world we have been destroying against all reason

the unicorn has bowed down
(she with the perpetual-child in hand has relunctantly yielded to the red-rose girl)

the dragon is really many dragons

they have no sense of purpose in what they do

they have no sense of morality or a sense of fighting immorality

the simply DO and hence are invincible

the dragon, thru the medium of the girl with the red rose on her breast or the girl with the perpetual child in hand or the child herself alone

will certainly soon call upon you

they have come for you and you shall do what you shall do

Waterfall
Water
Falling from "on high"

Cleansing water!

The pool below
And the stream
--
I wander mountains above the death down there
I wander
.
I seen a dragon split the sky
I wondered did they see the dragon down there
--
The mountains are dense and deep
-
Even mountains do not last forever

Nor shall you

Nor shall I

shots over the plaza town square whatever
it is comin down

i'll meet you in simple decision making

i'll feel you in real courage
and raw fear

but i know that you will be there

the earthen the otherwordly

visions words whatever

the shots over the plaza town square

the dead people

the dead souls lovers whomever

i know that you'll be there

behind barricades

before the red bandanna  meant you were a Crip or Blood

undaunted, refusing to be
..........intimidated

nameless
.....(known only
to
..........................YOUR LOVE
as  "love")

the streets are red with the ******
dreams our youth  is bleeding
on these streets
but then  the gangs recieved from the c.i.a.
control over the drug trade
and killed us all
-----

(behind barricades)

the liars are everywhere and those most visable
are
the greatest of the liars

speaking softly sanely

to you all................
.....................in
words-
impossible
--

love is a powerful feeling

only love

means a thing

and the dead lessons
(.........like our song!)

the dying embers of
................abused images

born to an abusing
imagination!

SOON !  SOON!!

we shall rule the world!

------------

tiny footsteps!

spiritual brothers!
spiritual sisters!!

engaged in carnal excess!
(bordering
......................on vicious ******!)

---------

dead lessons we
refuse to learn

hence

the dying world  

WATCH IT BURN!

away so long......................(i)

i DO remember

(i)

---------

wrote the wrong song

wronged the loyal ones

saw it thru a prism

of anger and fear

--------

well......(?)

----------

in a moment

REDEMPTION

it is the time

in this moment

REDEMPTION

------------

the seed of tomorrow

the thousand births

the one death

the rebirth
(reborn)

---------

away so long

here for the "remainder"

i love you

and as this new day appears
in infinite form

and we appear

formless and ill conceived

motherless
without country

hopelessly conceited

and lost
amid the burning symbols

and the death of MAN

so it is but doesn't have to be

but we are "used to it!"

aren't we all?

hey hey hey
hey humos done
an a
hey biggie jiggie
an the bulgine run

now here sits me
on me broken knees

singin
"hey biggie jiggie
an the bulgine run"
--------------

when they called out the names
in the ole town square

and we looked so proud
though we all were scared

but we weren't ones to jes walk away
even from a war  had no reason
------
hey hey hey
hey humos done
an a
hey biggie jiggie
an the bulgine run

now here sits me
on me broken knees

singin
"hey biggie jiggie
an the bulgine run"
--------------

years have come
and then did go

pain last long
an healin is slow

i always remembeer
those few years a youth

that they stole
from me so easily
---------

now i don't blame anyone but
me
the hero of my own ****** dream

instead of raisin a family
i try best i can
jes to walk the street----
--------

hey hey hey
hey humos done
an a
hey biggie jiggie
an the bulgine run

now here sits me
an me broken knees

singin
"hey biggie jiggie
an the bulgine run"
--------------

All the night long!

The far song
Plays in trees of light
----
.
Dreams!
.
We would
(Finally!)

Go forth and find
The keys to the kingdom

Walk thru the doorway
Stroll unto heaven!
-
-
-
Was it even there??

Children?
.
or
Fools!
------

Now
Where are we ?

Who are we!
------
betrayed

Betrayed by our trusting
Our loving
Our caring
Our simple hope for a pure grace
-----

betrayed

Alone

In deserted fields
Broken
Alleyways

--

Listen

Listen!!
.

The far song !

I hear it !

Whistling thru the dumpsters out to the streets!

Come on!  Come on!  Come on!

To say that

BARAK OBAMA exists

Is a JOKE!

•

(He is not even a
Figment
Of

The imagination)

•••••••

OBAMAcare?

•

It should really be called

INSURANCE-COMPANYfuck you! *******!
*******!!

Till your dead!

••••••

Homeland Security

"Secures" the Homeland

In the same manner

As a LOCKDOWN

"Secures" a prison

••••••
••••••
••••••

The AMERICAN DUMMY sat on the wall
The AMERICAN DUMMY had a great fall

All the BANKERS and all CORPORATE HEADS

Gathered around to enslave all his kids

the farts..........****

(old farts...........farting
as of old

GOOD OLE FARTS!

-----

children cringe in alleyways

ha ha!

the ole farts!

-------

we

sell our bodies to the old farts

we

need the currency of **** music , song
and poetry

we become

GOOD OLE FARTS!

---

we

----

we

-----

we
****

the same

---

the same as the ole farts

-------

or

------

we?

---------
------

--

-

since it is

"nature's way"

that we love the person

we are having *** with
.....
.....
.....
perhaps we should be more careful

about

who we are having *** with!

....
....

DUH!

perhaps we should love everyone

and then have *** with the

one we know we SHOULD BE with!

.....
.....

DUH!

little child strong
hey

mama aint here no more

papa cant hear no more

no more

little child born
hey

the cops and the government man
aint gonna hold your hand

unless to take you "in"

they dont love you none
none

little child

hear
my song

and be here

strong

.




We have so mastered the poetic manipulations

Of writing convoluted " deep **** "

Concerning the superficial appearance

Of sexuality

That we have completely forgotten

That Love is a deep and lovely experience

Of truly honoring the creator

And the creation

By truly caring for each other

)(

Our words

Are merely the babblings

Of teenagers

*******

In front of the mirror

With little meaning or substance

)(

And as such

Are

Mere mockery

Of human existence

He passed away

By the time they stopped eulogizing him

He was dead!

Eulogized to death!

••

As if the Sacred is not Real

••

(NOTHING IS SACRED!)

••

•

Sittin around mutilating ourselves

For we cannot mutilate the world

••

World war three
World war three

**** us all and set us free!

••

I was reading about the anxiety felt by a transgender in school

Choosing which bathroom to use

••

I did

(Really)

••

I wonder what BUKOWSKI

Would have thought

••

THERE'S A LOT OF SUFFERING OUT THERE

••

Maybe I should cut myself or something

That seems like it would do the trick

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If not ww3

Maybe Fukushima will **** us all

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I'd hate to actually have to bleed to death

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Oh well

Heaven into hell and then the Super Bowl Game

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hope

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She rides !

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death is already everywhere

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( if we don't nurture
The
NURTURERS

who then shall rule us but the KINGS ? )

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She says she is looking for love

But settles for ......... What ( ! )

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Gypsy !

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Put on your true wild aura !

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If you are not a

NURTURER

what are you ?

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Ride gypsy toward free hills

Written in blood

Footprints in concrete the barefoot boy

We stagger under false dreams

The truth is dead
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San Francisco dawn awaits

The homeless hidden honeymoon

The child has no one to greet his
Search for goodness in your eye

Below the drone airplane

POOR LITTLE POOR BOY!

While high school girls with razor blades

Demanding  to get laid!

Strip the world of dignity
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Wander the earth forever

You end at Fukushima

Eating radiation

Dying so hurtfully

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I am here

I and a few friends of mine
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What to do?

Soon you really must decide

Perhaps yesterday