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there was no intention for this
this is silent screaming,
violent dreaming,
sighs that escape the mess of your mouth
everything i've wanted to tell you
i will tell you tomorrow
and the wait of it all doesn't even give you sorrow
these dilapidated sentence structures suffocate us,
they drown out our intricacy, our noisy illustrations
and i don't even want you to resuscitate me
Grandma with her crooked fingers
Told me all her secrets
She could not speak, she could not hear
Her fingers spoke, her eyes heard all

Grandma with her crooked fingers
Told me to always walk straight
Crooked things she said are bad
Unless they're crooked body parts

Grandma with her crooked fingers
Told me to always speak straight
Crooked words she said plant doubts
Unless they're crooked with natural fault

Grandma with her crooked fingers
Told me to always work straight
Crooked ways she said dig graves
Unless they're crooked by form

Grandma with her crooked fingers
Told me how to live a life-
With her crooked ways and crooked words;
In a not-so-crooked manner

~Moniba.
---

On February 15
a congressman
went out for to ski
never did return that day
he died "hitting a tree"

There was much
blunt force trauma
to the front of his head
elect of California legislature
now Sonny Bono's DEAD


- CHORUS -
Who murdered Sonny Bono?
How did that man die?
Was it all a "ski accident"
or is that just a lie?

Did he have information
of government high ups?
Laundering money for
drugs and guns
doin' things corrupt?

There is an old story
and you know it's true
The Kennedy's were
conspired against
and now Sonny, too.

---

Blunt force trauma
to the skull
but no broken ribs or knees
and no counter coup
to the brain
you don't need an MD

No coroner to tell you
somethin's fishy there
and the back of Sonny's jacket
had a tell tale tear

- CHORUS -

You won't see this on TV
It won't be in the news
all the links have been shut down
They have too much to loose

There's only one who's
brave enough
to convey this, you see
and he has had
attempts on his life
for telling you and me

- CHORUS -
I talked to Bob Fletcher
The man who gave Sonny Bono
all the evidence he needed
to create a scandal that would
make Iran/Contra look
like a mosquito bite.

For the whole story go to
http://www.dcdave.com/article 5/080406.htm

Congressman Sonny Bono
1935 - 1998
May he rest in peace
~~~{♡}~~~

art in writing
art in ink
swirls and curls
to make you think

art in ideogram
which can't be bought
illuminated pages
full of thought

art as cypher
art as change
art as charcoal
chalk arranged

on board as black
as darkest oil
ink is art
our feignt

our foil


soulsurvivor
(C) 7/1/2015
~~~{♡}~~~
Odd
Obscure
Pale in the moonlight you were
   from the start

A ghostly figure
    hovering in the corner
But the glow of your red fire
    made your company warm

Passionate
    you are
But numb
    Feeling so much you feel
nothing.
Wanting so much
       your hands remain
empty.
Don't think I don't know you
And why your heart turns cold

I'm sorry you met me in innocence
   Only to see me turn to this
This is not me
I whisper slowly
This is not me
I whisper again
I'm growing frantic
     You draw
Into the corner
     Ghostly again
Repulsed by my skin
     I am human

We only just became close.

And who are you?

This question turns your eyes
to moonlit diamonds in the dark
        piercing me with a stare
As if to say
Who are you
to ask?
Jam
Not the food
But the jam of the music
That  you help me
Bring up my spirits
My heart is fully lighter
Than before
One word is too often profaned
For me to profane it;
One feeling too falsely disdained
For thee to disdain it;
One hope is too like despair
For prudence to smother;
And pity from thee more dear
Than that from another.

I can give not what men call love;
But wilt thou accept not
The worship the heart lifts above
And the heavens reject not,—
The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow?
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