//

the

true poem

Is what one experiences

in meditation

•

the poet

( which means "gate "....or "door")

by -- action

brings forth the poem ( of meditation )

To the world

//

//

All else is mere vanity

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true poetry

( like true religion )

Presents us with an image we can

BELIEVE IN !

//

in Christianity

We have an image of a body

Bruised
Beaten

Broken and ******

hanging

Helpless and Humiliated !

That when accepted as

Real and Necessary

Will SAVE US !

////

////

In poetry

We have the image of a body

( usually female )

Bruised !
Beaten !

****** !

Blood dripping from wrists !
Blood dripping from eyes !
Blood dripping from abused genitalia !

Helpless and Humiliated !

An image of Reality

That , when accepted

As necessary

Will save us

And make us human !

••••

If we would be SAFE

from the actions

True Consciousness

Might lead us to perform

We can choose

Either religion or poetry
( as exemplified by HP )

and avoid

Any acceptance

Of any form of

DANGEROUS RESPONSIBILITY

/::/


                                                 ( yes !    yes !         it really is )

//

we are only .... ..., Love

                        //

if you hate your enemies

You cannot defeat them

///

This we know from experience

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It is easy to be honest


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                                                              ­ real .... (?)             fantasy ... (?)


(------ you ... (?)               me ... (?) ------ )                                            
                    

are we ever really gonna love at all ?

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You are love ..... ( oh yeah )
you are lovely                         .....................

••

are we ever really gonna love at all ?

••
••
••••

in the middle of the afternoon the song starts drifting

//        //                                    

Free men .... Come

stand

Stand like you will be the One

••

Out upon the waters

Ships are sailing

Out towards the setting sun

/::/

the dying children cry out loud

we aren't listening

•
•
•

The holy mother now is nothing more

That a bent and beat up Tarot Card

/        /

In our poems we cite her name

But she is dead and we take no blame

//

//

We are the broken barren brood

Of the drifter and the goddess dream

The police men come  took them away

Left us here to do no good

//

Drifting

Lone song sung in the afternoon

Forgotten in the howling wind

//

Out on the water

Ships are sailing

Towards the setting sun

//

Waiting for the Warrior to take a stand

Waiting for you to finally come

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                                          ^^       ^^^      ^^

oh my love !

//

                                 warriors !

come !!                                           •
    •  

one more day

One more song

//

Then we are gone

GONE

:::
:::

Love !

//

Winds of change

Purity is rising

Out of the chains

•
•
•


Sittin on the hill

Meditating

Warrior !

•

Winds

Winds of change

//

purity is rising

Out of

The chains

//////

//////

one more day

One more song

One last song

oh my lord

//       ||       //

oh pure

•

---------

we come ..... ( we were called )

We are ..... Here

::::

Kindness
( kindness )
Kindness


///

We are ..... Here

•         •

Pure

:::::::::


Water fall

Mankind rising ........

Winds of change

we are here

•

""

It is the    Law
"
~~~~

It is the Law that we be here

///


we are the ........ wise

//           //

we sit by

The holy ..... Waters

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ARISE !

BOY!!

:::

if YE don't want to see

Everyone die !

( before your eyes )
WITHIN YOUR .... EYE )
(before your eyes )

""••""
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Upon the Hill

The waters

RUNNING DRY....:: (!!!!)

h
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                 l
                                   y

Waters !

••

Corpse lover in your arms !

Your .... Broken Heart !

( it was ..... EMPTY ....: from the start )

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(  )
(    )
/----\

NOW OR NEVER !

NOW OR NEVER !


NOW OR NEVER !

//

You shall listen or die in shame

:::

ARISE !

BOY !

:;:

Now or never

:::<she wanted -- love>

•

•                   •

wild the stormy night

She wanted love

:::

deadly the burning day

She

Stumbles aimlessly

//                               ( she wanted love )

••                              

all the boys think of her

As simply ...... Useless

//

In the middle of the storm !

                                ••

••

Love (?)....... !!

//

woman are needed  here

::

she is such a lovely child

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

        |||                    |||

holy mother

                        •

she calls your name with the 1000 children's faces

That shine

//

She is the mother of light

The light that is THE LIFE

//

she dwells in the absence of the darkness

( which we encounter when we do not see each other )

//

We may talk of the lonliness of the search

But this is just a lie

::::

There is no pain

There is no sorrow

( these are but ignorance and fear combined )

We need only a moment's faith

To go beyond all chains

••

••

the way is only always open

//

It cannot be defined or confined

:::

It is simply

Your choice

//

It is simply

A moment  of faith

//

this has nothing to do with how 2 people

Treat each other

But how /--- together --- /

They are able to treat

/ ---- others --- /

Better

•

True love

Leads so simply to true

/ -----Humanity -----/

//

It is NEVER selfish nor possessive

•

It is NOT a castle

But is

A cabin in the wild

With open doors

With creatures living in all the corners

Everywhere