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My hands are raw and cracked like wind and wood,
My arms, they sway and dance all day in my boat,
My neck is sore from watching you, above me play,
You, great mountains of tree and stone, give me hope.
Lies so flimsy

Let us enter

Flimsy lies

(So safe)

••

Within the flimsy lies

They will see us

And know we are frightened and leave us alone

••

Like a high school girl

Wallowing

On the floor

Wallowing in our **** and blood

Wallowing in our flimsy lies

Crying safely on the floor

Being for them what they want

Wallowing in our **** and blood

They see us wallow and so they

Leave us alone

And we are safe
pastel monotone thoughts paint
an image of me in her mind
complete with shrinkwrap
and a bright smiley face sticker
her eager hand sweats the dealt moment
she awaits with impatience for
her daily christmas time package
her daily reprise of her happy moment
she remembers it with fondness
her pastel colours spread slowly
like an intellectual STD
a malfunction of the common man
she is a true modern miscreant
she wants a pretty girl lover
that comes complete with emo look a like
laptop gamer girl
attached the hip down to matchin **** selfies
a hundred smooth moves and cheat codes
she wants the complete package at the discount rate
shes a card carrying member of
some fan girl fandango
she calls me captain saveahoe
street nasty superhero with kung-fu grip
trailing through the dank alleys
in search of the legendary ultimate dumpster
the prize of every divers wet dreams
wandering all night with a few vampire hangers on
looking for a fashionable means to a glorious end
meanwhile the corner girl is waiting on me
thinking i'm just trying to find her a safe place to be
she is my safe place and i'm hers
the few of us that survive the moment
stroll on through the rain
to the dairy queen
to see and be seen
dont cha' hate that whole show up
to show off
she lives to die for it
but thats ok
cause i love her just the same
once upon a time
I loved a girl
I loved her more than the stars in the sky
More than the sand in the beaches
So I gave her my heart
She took it
Kissed it
And cut it in half
"To keep it near her all the days of her life"
But then she left
She took the half and gave it to a man
(His heart was also cut in half before
But now my half makes him full)
Anger swelled up for she gave another man my heart
But it is part of me
And because of that I felt his heart
Begging from me to let go
To Let go and let the woman I loved be loved by the man she loves. ......
I let go and wept
Wept from despair
Wept from joy
For though she is gone
She is happy
And that warms my half heart
Not all love stories have a happy ending
Death



Enter HELL
(The place of HEALING)

••

It is a  GOOD PLACE
(The BEST)

••

A place of REST
of Wisdom
&
Understanding

••

This is the ONE TRUTH

TYRANTS must suppress

(Otherwise we'd all go FREE)



So come with we

To the RIVER OF LOVE

(NOT ---blood!

In which we wallow
Whining!)

••

EAT!

Eat your own flesh passionately

••

Eat with the power of eternal LIGHT

(Always in your heart full shining)

••

This is the ONLY WAR

(against your Fear)

••

When the Truth is clear

Who dare stand before you

And still be lying?
vast areas of the terrain
bore witness to man's axes
trees were chopped down
the birds and bats so bereft
their branch homes destroyed
in
the land
down under
retired folk
get on the roadways
touring extensive countryside
their destinations do vary
some go to the coastal strips while some
do the inland trek in the red hues
we call these older folks the grey nomads
they track him as a pack of wolves
for he is their quarry
they will not relent in their dogged pursuit
they bay for his blood

all possible methods of disguise
he must employ
to wear different masks
is his best ploy

their breathes he feels on his neck
they are closing in
so as a chameleon
he shall again change his skin

ever cautious
ever watchful
ever on the alert
is the way
that he now lives

as the pack of wolves
know his scent
and to reel him in
is their priority bent
is a personal choice.
It is well within One's realm of power
to rise above what One has been
to learn from One's own mistakes
and to augment and amend the standards of quality
to which One chooses to hold One's Self.

Edification is not simply a lofty pipe dream
achieved only by perhaps a few past geniuses;
it is the perpetual act of active mental cultivation,
taming One's Mind that One may lead it
that in turn it may propel One upon the Path
rather than One merely being dragged along
for the ride of a lifetime.

Edification is a personal choice.
Begrudge not they who seem to choose to overlook it,
though they may well begrudge you your vernacular;
for it is they who cheat themselves
with some grandiose mass-produced delusion of comfort
and they thereby **** themselves
to forever wallow in their own putrid and vile irk and ire.
And, in the self-absorbed yet self-nihilistic process,
do they cheat us all of an edified society!

Even so, perhaps even more so, with that withstanding,
it is of utmost importance not to begrudge them their disedified state,
for pray they wallow not in malice, but in ignorance;
for all it takes is perseverance and knowing One's Self.

Aye, there's the rub.
Edification: n.
Intellectual, moral, or spiritual improvement; enlightenment.
An endless, subjective, and, I argue, self-directed process of self-cultivation.
Edification is salvation.

"Law dictates action for the lesser men;
right conduct dictates action for the Sage."
-Tao Te Ching
 Nov 2013 Derek Yohn
Kagami
I like big bills and I can not lie.
No other hunter can deny,
When a duck waddles in with an itty bitty bill
And feathers in your face
You're on QUACK!
I gotta shoot him quick
But I noticed that duck was stuffed,
Even the tags it's wearin.
I'm hooked an I can't stop starin.
Oh, ducky, I gotta go shoot ya,
And take your picture.
The rangers try to warn me
But that bill you got makes
Me so hungry!
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