::


////  • ||
<>

##   ##

they sat upon the Hill

SHE was looking into Her World

HE was looking into His World

//

They turned toward each other

And their eyes met

And their worlds met

And merged into one

//

And they got up

And walked down the Hill

Together

Into the

FOREVER

Of true Meaning

And True Purpose

//

and FOREVER embraced them

And LOVE grew between them

And from them

//

Everyone is glad

•

Everyone

:::

//


The depths of our understanding

Is so very               under-whelming

( compared to the  ... Necessity )

••

Lovers come
Lovers go

Beyond that ?

No - one knows a thing

||

::


True words

True signs and symbols and forms

::

The human body !

Carries all memories

Carries all grace

//

Creates the world

••

is it possible to be only kind (?)

//

Is it possible to be otherwise (?)

••

We walk thru  the broken rules and make broken hearts

::

I still love you all the same

I am the ancient wisdom incarnate

•

I know you've known this all the time

//

what (?)

LOVE !!!

hell no !

//

LOVE ain't been here for a million years !

•        •

just a bunch a **** toys

:::

+++

the wind on the child's cheek

::

The kiss on the brow

///

Soon he' ll go off to war and die

;;

LOVE (?)

::

she ***** him in

She spits him out

& lo !

Such poetry !

•
•

The child sees the dragon in the sky

::

::

we walk together and feel good

//

sure it is

////

the simple song !

( on & on ! )

•

I walk the DAY both ways

::

I find you sighing in the rain

::

We have been together 1000 years

::

Images &'Shapes

::

the sacred precious human form

::

God is all of us together

//

The same old corner store

The same

GOING OUT OF BUSINESS  sign

•

I hope I don't get sent back to the minor leagues

//

//

We are only what we say we are

//

We say so many things

////  • ||
<>

:::::

the day is yours

You need no poets

You need no poetry

:::

Let us walk together

The day is ours

We need no lovers

With their grief

:::

Come

Let us find out who  is really here

Real faces

With eyes that see

••

Love !

It is here !

beyond the lovers

And the games they play

::
(?)

..

We came

We saw

We did nothing

•

Still

We have

Our pretensions of     Love

//

NOTHING deters

Our pretensions of        Love

:::

( not even the desire to really love )

::

<>


and she walked up to Jesus and said

HEY BABE !

I LOVE YOUR EYES !

I WANT YOU FOREVER !

and with a coy smile

She lifted up her skirt revealing her naked

*******

And said

AND HERE IT IS !!!

//

Jesus smiled and walked on

//

WHERE THE ******* GOING

******* !

she said

I OFFERED YOU

" FOREVER ! "

AND YOU BETRAY ME !!

::

YOUR "FOREVER "

AINT WORTH ****

he said

and pulled himself free of her

Grasping hands

And

Grasping mind

::

just then some centurions came up

And dragged Jesus of to a Hill

and crucified him

::

HA HA !

she laughed

SERVES THE ******* RIGHT !

X

the loneliness ... !

we wander the broken dreams

//

The child sees us in the rubble

And wanders on

Looking for LIFE

//

the stench

( The decaying bodies in our minds ! )

••

The graveyard vision of our tomorrows

||

The poison letters

::

The child wanders

Looking for other children

But they too are lost

••

They trusted US !

they thought we would guide them thru the haze

//

We wrote our poems of helplessness

We wrote of sorrow and gave it praise

:::::

The child !

//

He looks at us and sees

Another form of ..:: policeman

••

••

and of all the dreams ... !!

::

The child has decided to love

//

He wonders why we never did

You ***** Rat !

//

She says she wants to **** herself because of YOU !

::

( of course

She doesn't really say anything about you really

Or give your side of the story )

:::

In truth

I must say I COMPLETELY sympathize with you

Because of her lack of any sense of RESPONSIBILITY

for herself

and because her tone seems so abrasive and offending

//

I mean

You probably were just defending yourself

From her rude ****** behavior

But still ..... (?)

I don't know

//

Most of the girls here seem like

They want to get dumped cause its

Such a safe and well rehearsed place  to be

::

So

**** !

//

Yeah

I get it

HOW CAN YE REALLY GIVE A ****

::

Of course

You probably never really knew her !

//

But the whole thing is a shame

And certainly a total waste

""

So

YOU !

Hope you got yourself an honest girl

Free from love 's duplicity

                                                                      


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

                                                                    ( is the holy MOUNTAIN !


+                     +

True lovers go there

::::


The train leaves the station

( dreams ! )

Only a pair of eyes

Only the memory

Of the very first day

•

•

The lonely vision !

The Indian boy

Walks the desert ......: what is sacred ?

||

she once was a naked babe

::

the whistle blows

::

Time stops

::

You make the subtlest  of choices

///

the train leaves the station

::

The lonely Indian  boy walks by

"



:::::

empty spaces

Soon to be filled

With refugees

From the war

•

Empty hearts !

( in the middle of our

Endless longing for mere escape )

••

Lynching Negroes again !!

While seeking to get laid

On EASY STREET

••

( statistics show that the average LOVE AFFAIR

recorded on HP

---- from the FALL to the WEEPING OF THE BROKEN GIRL ---

lasts about 5 minutes )

::::

oh !!

The PAIN !

••

in the ANGER

In the LUSTED REVENGE

In the HATE

Comes the desired narcotic haze

We ( so lovingly ) embrace

....

and so

Another day !

To honor our MORBIDITY

...

Or perhaps to truly live

(Which would be an awesome change ! )

....

                                                         my girlfriend has ***** !

I kissed her !

& now those ***** are MINE !

                                                              ­    ( forever )

••

I mean

We kissed , right ( ?)

So

She is mine forever -// - right (?)

••

We kissed !

So

She is mine

BODY
MIND
&
SOUL

Forever !!!!

::;

Right (?)

::

It don't seem right

But I know everyone round here

Would say it is

•

I mean

YOU 'VE ALL SAID IT A MILLION TIMES !!!

( she is MINE !!!!!

Forever ! )

::

though all I really want is the *****

.... Is

( as we all know from reading the

Poems

Of hello poetry )

:::

Is that they never work out

And so one can enter into a

Love affair

With total abandon

Knowing that no commitment is required

Because there are no expectations

That any "entanglement may occur

••

A

FUN ROMP

thru the body

And our

****** FLUIDS !

//

The pretensions of maturity !

The sense of superiority !

The immodesty of genital exposure !

//

Just a simple subject for the beginning poet

To wrap ones legs around

With no significance whatsoever

To anyone !

maybe some time

maybe some where

maybe some how ... ... ...

maybe

( maybe )

•

the long boat

The runnin waters

The woods are alive

With the memories

Of yesterday 's

Slaughter

••

maybe the girl

maybe the mother

maybe a lover shall come

To every son & daughter

•

Maybe......:Maybe......:Maybe

some time
some where
some how

Maybe today
Maybe tomorrow

::

                                             ( yeah ...... You know who I mean .... )

:::

They ... Movin In --- ( for the **** )                                            

                  ­                                     //

darkness !!                                                          

the waters are poisoned

It's gettin hard now to breathe

••

Oh oh

Oh

GIRL !!!

//

//

ain't it time

To

Just put aside

The cryin for a LOVE

that can't keep you ALIVE ?

:::: ( • ) ::::
^^^

Won't you come along

Whatever the trail .. ?

As long as we're movin

We just cannot fail

••

and what we got is just a padded prison cell

::

Will YE come with me girl !

//

Our LOVE ain't no Romance

it's just something to .... FEEL

It cannot die simply cause it is REAL

?----- tired a dyin ----?

??

                                                           ( it don't really  feel so good )

•             •

But we do it anyway

||

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

/^^^\

In the shadows of the .... Universe

They look for love and now you're here

Little boys and girls

They look for love and now you're here

||

In the diner on the edge of town

They look for love right there !

And !     Lo  !           You DO appear

•

In all the ghettos of the night

In all the prisons of the world

::::

She

•

when you say

I LOVE YOU

what do you really mean ?

//

Beyond the vanity

//

Beyond the vanity

Does your LOVE mean anything ?

////  • ||
<>

My love (?)

I see her everywhere

::
~~

Come let us walk awhile

We have so much to talk about

//

We have so much to talk about

And we're just learning how to speak

----- ..... .... does escape ! )

"""

Free

|||

she drifted ...  

( ..... she needed no other )

:::

Tired of the 1000 pussifying lies

//

she was a whole girl

She was a woman

( have you seen her ? )

••

She doesn't write poetry

She is written by poetry

:::

By the mountains

By the song of the young boys

//

( though , of course . LOGICALLY

she does not exist

Because she does not fulfill one

Of the proper designated functions

Of the society like we do )

///

She does not

FALL & BREAK & CRY FOR OLD STALE MEANINGLESS

LOVE

LIKE WE DO

( SHE IS NOT REALLY A POET LIKE WE ARE )

::

she is just a lovely girl in love

::

The softest sigh

The free child

To really see her

You need clear eyes

Cleansed by the love of human destiny

//

a soft sigh

Escaping

Come

Let us follow

And find the world

/ ( • ) ( • ) \


(                                
(                        
(                  
(            
(      
\/
/\
/    \

##       ##

                                                       Sure -- ( we are )

We are so very sure

ABOUT LOVE

"""""""

_


There's too much crying

Around             Here

""

We walk streets

We walk years

::

Then we notice

WE HAVE           DISAPPEARED

//

We sing songs

We tell our tales

Then we realize

only lonliness remains

::

( so very sure we are )

: :

Do we even know anyone at all ?

•

LOVE ?

::

Do you really think you are believed ?

//:://

We walk the streets

We walk the years


WON'T YOU JOIN ME OVER THERE ?

//

( in the run - down bar on the outskirts of town )

:::

Some say some good things are goin on

"                                                                ­          


(            
•
               )



/^\ ^ /^\ ^ /^\                                                


& she ain't gonna do it no more

No

She ain't gonna do it more

•         •

ain't gonna be the               Fake

ain't gonna keep saying

I LUV YOU !
I WUV YOU !

to any boy who might take her

Someplace

//

she tired

Of the hurtin game she plays

And she ain't gonna play no more !

Treating love            like love and war

Are just the same mistake

Indulged in by the

Empty soul

And the Poor in Spirit

with

broken heart

//

She gonna find her strength

She ain't gonna die no more

Just to be in a strange man's arms

::

She be tired

So tired

So tired of her love


•


( & me just sittin here across the floor ! )

Someone

Is a callin your name

||

Oh YE lovely boy

Walkin thru the hills

||


and you

Starting to see

Everything
Everything
Everything

•

I am here again

Beauty

I am here again

Wisdom

I am here I am

The FREE

•

In the village

Where the fires glow

The song reverberating

And the vision of

The young boy

In the sacred hills

.... We hear

Someone

||{

Someone calling
Someone calling

Someone calling us by name

)( .... )(
(  • )
/\

""

A love poem is when you imagine your boy friend

And for some unknown reason you start pretending

You are talking to him

( but only as an object -- nothing real ! )

and you ( all knowingly )

Supply both your side of the story and his

( ignoring the obvious arrogance in so doing )

AND THEN !

for some unknown reason

You

Though the words are addressed to HIM

( reduced in your mind to a YOU ! )

you write the stuff down and post it on line

With absurdly no reason or purpose  for doing so

//

//

/\
__
•     •
<>

( • )  ( • )

||||||||

It is quite a bit of nothing -at - all

To tell a love story

YOU KNOW !

He came !!!

( WOW ! )

I fell !!!

( OOH ! )

He left !!

( PAIN ! )

///

Oh --  I hope you're not BROKEN !!!

( I AM ! .. I AM ! )

//

//

Well

We know the ... Story !

In its million meaningless variations !

( just a STORY ! )

//


BUT

-----

A love poem .....

( a poem ! )

Filled with feelings that tell what love is !

In THIS REAL world ... !!

//

?????

//

Something that MATTERS !

•

Oh well

( I guess I'll have to find some Poets

Somewhere

Someday

(^^^)
••
~

/ ) ) \

/\

                                                              ­   < we wander ! >

••

In the first of the last of days

||||

Young soul

::

You've seen too much already

:::

The Road you're on won't take you Home

///

Some talk of a Tomorrow as a POSSIBLE DREAM !

( but it can't come true ! )

//

We are the one voice and the song we sing

Must be heard by everyone

••

Come

Let us sit together on the Hill

( ALL together )

•

We are only dying as it is

//

We must create FIRST  .... a reality

( the Soil for the Seed )

In we want the Madness to end and Joy to

Be here again

//

The Poet wanders thru the mist

Wanting neither praise nor kisses

Wanting just to meet you here

""

////  • ||
<>

##. ##

                                                           ( love ? --- it don't wait !)

••

••

hidden

~~

No one believes our love is real !

~~

~~

Children play

In the dark shadows of our fear

::::||::::
::::||::::

Longing to escape

X

We write " love poems " to a SOMEONE

who never was there

::::

I find that most embarrassing

:::::::

the winds !

//

It is so tempting to pretend

That we are real

•

The freight train in the desert

( Night )

And lo

A moon appears

And sings the soft song

About Man

//

One last time

•

One last chance

//

we know the Truth

( it's all we know )

//

we live Tomorrow

or die Today

><

we have understood this all the time

..

We are so afraid to

Stand Alone

//

But now we must go home

( yes !)

Now we must go home

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

face to face

( as we know that now is surely "the time )

\||/
0
/ || \
/\

To

Live or die



_

all the images ! -- returning unto mere

Letters --- mere Form !!

•

She stands there  with her naked ******

But no unborn child is seen

||

she wanders high school corridors

But no one is known as real

||

will she fade with the dying images

Or seek escape ?

OH GOD !
She likes it here !

||

||

face to face

The faceless fiction of our personhood

//

We are gone

Leaving a few words

A few  indecipherable letters

Dribbling aimlessly

Across the floor

Pure Indian Song

( listen !!! )

Listen till you know just what is .... "speaking " ........

#                                              



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

........ & you will know just who you are

                                         ~~^^~~^^~~^^~~

spirit !

||

The healer and the healed are one pure expression

Of truth freed from vanity

//

We walk together side by side

Pretending that we do not know

//

We see Violence !

( "but we do not ! "--- we say )

///

Pure water !

( sight and sound )

The Old Warrior is always standing

Somewhere that he can be seen

( or not seen )

//

We seem so weak !

While speaking of love and it's undying

Sense of strength !

//

Spirit !

//

It is here  even as we flee

To the solace of sadness and it's narcotic charm

//

Listen !

//

We are all saying the same thing !

//

Ultimately

We are simply the purely human

( say heh heh )

:;:;:;

What 's worse

--

Watching some white  cops best a ***** boy to death

Or

Watching some black boys **** a white girl

In the high school parking lot !

-/--

I don't know

••

What's worse

~~

Watching some Muslims beat up a priest

Or

Watching a priest ******* a 10 year old boy ?

----

I don't know

••

What's worse

------

Watching a young girl getting taken in

By a young stud

Or

Reading her stupid poem about it ?

---

I don't know

••

what's worse

--

Seeing this ugly country taking all it's people

To the depths of brutal hell

Or

Watching the people pretend that it is not happening ?

---

We ALL KNOW the answer to this one

Don't we ?

­                           



                                                 )
                                •
            (


^ ~~~ ^ ~~~ ^                                                                ­    

out in the parking lot

The teacher was lying across the hood of a car

Getting ****** by a basketball player

It was beautiful !

Everyone passed by respectfully

||

In the background  

We could see a group of policeman

Beating a ***** boy to death

||

The mountains rose high above

Pastel shades of orange and purple and green

Swirling into dreams and visions

Of life and love and *******

||

Mary called me over and asked if I would do her a favor

And lifted up her skirt

( she , like everyone else in the school .

Never wore underwear -- they just got in the way

Of business )

So I knelt down and ate her out

" thanks " she said // " I needed that ""

" no problem " I replied and went on my way

||

In the next county some kids complained about

The police presence on the campus

And the cops responded by coming in

And slaughtering about 300 students

Now everything is calm

||

In our school

**** - ******* is " all the rage "

Some kids are getting AIDS again

But fewer are getting pregnant

||

after school yesterday , all the kids met in

The lunch court and shaved all the hair off of

each other's bodies

It makes it easier to see the girls vaginas

And gives our school a unique personality

||

Sometimes I think

" well , you are in school , maybe

You should learn to read ? "

But I then think -- "Why bother ?"

||

Deep down inside

We're all just hoping for WW3

To happen here so very soon

////  • ||
<>

                                                                             ( a cute kid )

:::

street song

••                                                

straight from the gangland days

Of grace and purity

••

In the manner of real men

|||

|||

( just a kid )                                                                      

••

ain't gonna pretend no more

that our visions of love and happiness

Mean a thing

••
•

if you're out upon the waters

You either walk or sink

//

Nothin matters to you

If you're just sittin on the shore

••

Yeah

She is a cute kid

//

We walk together thru all fear

she wore

                                                        only the " robes " of humanity

||

Thru the darkest streets

::

++++

under the starry sky

//

Dreams

••

it's only  ..... ( " this the sacred place " )

We live only here

•

only true stories

Are carried by the WIND

|||

Oh yes !

NOW WE KNOW !

after the years of suffering

///

She is

goddess ****** light

::

Me and her are the best of friends

true love

||||

Long Walk

//

( the rain )

•              •

Subtle the feeling !

( who is here ? )

X

In the vastness of this hour when only the truly heroic survive

||||

In the red flames of heart and mind

I know you

Only

•

Love  !!

( mine )

:::

We shall do what we must

We shall be the becoming of a free Child !

•

We shall be the new

IN THE BEGINNING

We shall be ALL THINGS !

::

In the light rain amid the vague outlines

The silhouetted humanity

We have arrived

Right on time

•

Walking the streets of dreamy - eyed lovers

Who know us by name

< ... ( --- ??? --- love --- ??? --- ) ... >

||
~~
||

We say :;

I love you

( however imperfectly )

Therefore

I expect you to love me

( perfectly ! )

••

Perhaps we should say

//

I  allowed you to love me

( however imperfectly )

And I learned a lot about love

And now I feel more capable of actually loving

Someone else

//

out across this gloomy day

Standing in a barren field

I saw the image of ourself

and of the pain to which we yield

::

chasing thoughts of death away

( but thoughts of love also flee ! )

we are the remnants of humanity

Straw blowing in the breeze

::

& yet a spirit !      Still is here

& can ignite the broken will

We can open our closed eyes !

And once again ... See and feel

""

I saw the scarecrow as a dream

As a warning prophecy

As the mask we've come to wear

To hide the love we've come to fear

::

Ah scarecrow ! .... Such a fright !!

chasing us from the Pure Light !

and from each other's true embrace

out unto this empty plain

::

But we remember !

And do remain

Yes !    We remember

And we shall LIVE again

We DO remember

And shall LOVE again

yes !

We shall LOVE again

X

( ---- we **** , we **** , we run amok --- )

x

and so

A simple question remains :

how long will it take...

with our objectivising of each other  ...

Into these

YOU

characatures

of infantile sexuality brought falsely to the

Level of mature human interaction ...

Before

( in actuality )

There are no real human beings anymore ?

///

when we say that we want this

YOU ( object )

To only notice the

Poet

( Groveling in self - fantasy )

To be the ALL of its life

And hence destroy its own full humanity

and we live as if this was a real option --

We destroy ourselves

And hence destroy the human race !

x

we have already destroyed our ability

To feel love

And to think clearly

x

Will we stop ?

Can we stop ?

ARE WE ALL

( REALLY )

DEAD ALREADY ?

|| .... we .... ||

+

+

... ) > we <( ...

+

I see ...

I love ,,,,


)(---)(

I see ...

I love ,,,,

~~~~~~

We come

From out of the carnage

Free from the  violence

/////

away from the cowards

and their

Weeping

and suffering

((--))


We see ...

We love ,,,,

•

We see ...

We love ...

<|~|~|>

young girls come dancing

dreams are bein born

To gather up all people

Keep em from from harm

//

Away from the ****** Carnage

away from the vengeful hate

Away from the vast pretensions

Caused by our unforgiveness

and our desire to be safe

••
•
••••

beauty

Beauty

Being lovely

This is our true fate

::

Our only fate

Seeding the human race

"                                                          



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


^^ +  ^^


In the middle of the

Very first morning

/:/

We come
We come

Down from the mountain

In our purity

Down from the mountain

::

Hear the song

And be free

""••""

Out across the waters

Ships are sailing

//

Warriors

Moving in the mist

Moving in the dream

Young boys

They are so brave

Gonna be

Free men

Gonna live in total honesty

"""""""

On the beach at dawn

Young girls are dancing

•
•
•

Out upon the waters

The hour of our fate

•

Now or never

Now of never

Now or never

Yeah

That is our True Name

Broken Trail

//

( fading .....)

Images of joy and pain
Seem to be            the Same !

//


Healing

Crying

•

•

•

Living or dying (?)

/::/

I heard you tell the truth

THE TRUTH THAT NOW YOU ARE DENYING !!!

))((

Pretty little girl in her soiled underwear

Dripping blood as she walks the street

Lookin for her dream - lover

//

Lookin for a police man !!

•••


Under the spell of the old street lamp


•••

What she gonna do if he finds her there ?

//                //

What is the name you give this song ?

•
•
•

Eyes from the tenement window lookin down

Somethin about to go wrong

But no one can do a thing

/:/

/:/

Oh well

//

What's it all really mean ?

•

Just a pretty little girl

( she'll be ugly by morning )

••

Oh yeah

So very ugly by morning

/: /

And she'll stay ugly for 1000 years

••

Immortalized in Poetry !

The haunted girl

The hunted girl

Just an image to write about

::

Oh yeah

//

A poem for

The DAILY !!

)(       )(

we can't tell

The story from the real

The love from the love poem

The true from the fake

But /::/   Oh what the hell

She looks so cute in her soiled underwear

For the straight boy or the gay girl

••

Just a bird to prey upon

With her broken wings

A little girl hung out to die

In a line of poetry

and OH ! the splendid expectations

//

But then

::

Things don't work out splendidly ... !!

•

So

They can simply

( or not so simply )

Change partners

./.

Or

Question the expectations

••

But the expectations

Cannot be challenged !

//

They come from sources

Unimpeachable and totally trust - worthy !!


TELEVISION !

&

from the

POETRY OF RAVING LUNATICS

OF HELLO POETRY !!


//

Nope

Gonna get me a new squeeze & try again !

//

though it is noted

That things work out better

On TV sit - coms

Than in the lives of our poet - friends

who go on and on for years and years

Wallowing in the same ole pain !

/:/

And in the background of the Story

LOGAN MOUNTAIN

in all glory

the winds blow... Hot

the winds blow.....Cold

( oh Yes ! .... The winds blow ! )

::

He sits serenely in the Moonlight

:::::

I walk calmly through the hills

Which lead up the mountain

•
•
•
•
( you can come too )

//////

////////

( you )

•

We treat SPIRITUALITY

as if it might be

The product of charlatans

And Conspiracy theorists

who want to rob us of our

****** Misery

And of our Personal Capitalistic  

RIGHT

to live a meaningless life

Of ennui and loveless suffering

/:/

We extol our right to be ugly

Vengeful

And full of hate

""

•

""

( a little pause here )

Perhaps we might take the time to

Ask ourselves why we do this ?

////

()

//////

Perhaps we shall climb

LOGAN MOUNTAIN

and become free

And beautiful ?

////

The winds blow

//

( if it's not beautiful
                                     .....it's a lie )


••
••
••


we are

The Humans

::

We are NOT

the ALIENS

•

•

Our love .... (?)

We punch the TAR BABY

we spend years getting free

Then we run up and punch it again !!

••

We are the HUMANS

NOT the ALIENS

//

If we are not beautiful

We are a Lie

))_((

excuse me

I been tryin to listen to what yer sayin

Somethin about bein lonely and gettin laid ... (?)

••

I don't know

It seems mighty ******* boring

Ain't YE got somethin else goin on ?

/:/

~~~~~        ^^^^        ~~~~~

/;/

Just moseying around

||||

THE HUMAN RACE HAS BEEN ERASED

Except for the twitching *****

And the ***** in yer hands !!

::

( sounds pretty morbid -- huh )?)

::

THE STORY !

THE LIVING POEM !

--- here it is and here we are ---

••

Ready to start !

||

||

|~~~|

I like makin all these pictures and designs

and empty spaces

//

EMPTY SPACES !!

reminds me of our  MINDS !

reminds me of our HEARTS !



//

( Reminds me of what we are

Trying  to heal )

•

•

It's like

Yer walking down the street some night

And YE come upon the corpse of a young girl

***** !

BRUTALIZED !

MURDERED !

//

( This we know as real )

:;

But do we really give a **** (?)

||

The train leaves at dawn

•

IT STARTS !

//

In the shadows images are lurking

//

But it's just a child dying

)(

Up above

The vulture /- /

Circling

//

in the high hills (?)

;:

Let's go there !

0                                                                                  



                            (
                                               •
                                                                  )




))((                             ))((                                        


I mean

What's the hurry (?)

The poem will start soon ......



•         •

so

Take your time

Clean the *** stains from your teeth

Clean the blood from off the floor

/:/

I'd thought to write the poem

that you would most want to hear

•

But then I found out more about you

And what you'd most want to hear !

//://

The freight train leaves at the crack a dawn

//

Headin off west Somewheres

•

•

the image of a white Stallion

//

The image of a Man

//:://

The image of a woman who really is a woman

()

The true dragon lady

Stands before the Great Army

•

WHAT WILL HAPPEN     ?'!?!

( war )

)(                     )(

She said

I LOVE YOU

I said


THE POEM HASN'T STARTED YET

SO SHUT THE **** UP

//()//

we were standing by the diner

On the outskirts of town

••

There was a ..... Certain feeling !

|~|

The POEM !

it's starting now !

/:/

We sank into each other

/::/

All the ******* was gone

< ... she ... >



(                      
                   )
(                
          )
\/
/\
/    \

~^~^~^~^~^~                  

first day of ....
                                                ...... days to come

•

Fearless in our loveliness

//

we are together                            

YES !                                                    

••

All the broken hearted babes !

What the **** do they think they're doing !

( playing games with ---- going insane )

•••

We are TOMORROW

we are the soil and the seed

The water and the true Power

||

( here to stay forever )

•

< ... we ... >

//

We are TOMORROW

•

You may join us easily

You may join us if you want

Ain't no -- " u " ( you ) -- neither

//

ain't no

-- " I " --

Or

-- " u " ( you )

In  -- " love"

•••

SO WHAT ' S THE POINT ?

//

there ain't none

///

Look !  See !

//

SHE CARRIES THE CHILD IN HER ARMS

:::

Oh I seen em

                                                             ( yeah )

/ ^ \

Some say they still are here

••

REVOLUTION

( yeah )

Gentle PEOPLE !

///

waitin

For you to appear

//

From out of

....... the imaginary places

//
//

Words may lead to ideas of freedom

But

They also describe

Prisons

Of emotions built from lies


:::

In the middle of ........... (?)

( you may call it -////-CREATION )

maybe it's sacred

Maybe it is

Merely Mundane

//

( Who decides ? )

|~~~~|

GENTLE SONG

you can sing

If you want

Or if you want

You can just hum along

•

REVOLUTION

revolution

ITS TIME HAS COME

Hail to thee

•

Solitary

Bold soul WARRIOR

On the hill

Embracing all

Giving life and love to all

//

As you walk thru

The vague outlines of fading bodies

Trapped in platitudes of invented experience

And the sound - byte imitations

Of love

//

0


I JUST LOVE

the new heading

WHAT 'S HOT

( though it should really say

WHO'S HOT  ? )

/::/

I mean

HOW CAN I GET THRU THE DAY

without the POETIC PICTURE

of some *** - crazed babe

Lying in a pool of BLOOD

begging for some

ANYONE

to fill her " private parts " ( hee hee hee ! )

with his THANG ( hee hee hee ! )

while she writhes in helpless ecstasy

/:/

and then (?)

OH MY GOD MY ******* GOD !

he dumps her for a real girl !

and she cries and cries

YOU !
YOU !

NOW I KNOW !!

NO ONE WILL ..... EVER !  .... LOVE ME !!

;;;

but

NO ! NO ! NO !

We all cry together

••

you look so **** in your naked ****** stupidness

and we all want you so bad IT HURTS !

//

a broken girl !

This image reminds me of a helpless country

and shows us why AMERICA would want to

Bomb it !

Or of a poor black man

And why a cop would want to just shoot it !!

//

NOTHING IS MORE LOVELY THAN THIS SENSE

OF HELPLESSNESS THAT US POETS CAN CONVEY !!!

//:

HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT !!!!!

//

oh

I can't write anymore !

Knowing that right back there on my home page

HOT POET BABES

ARE MOANING AND GROANING

AND LUSTING

AND GOD KNOWS WHAT ELSE

AND THAT OTHER READERS ARE PLOTTING

TO GET TO HER BEFORE ME

AND STEAL HER AWAY !!

/::/

Oh baby !!

YOU
YOU
YOU
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

don't break me too babe !!

//

I almost got my pants down !

//

and you look so hot !

In your ****** stupidity

>< ~ ><

•

poetry

::

this is the way we

TURN OFF THE LIGHT !

so that we can't be seen

/:/

Poetry 's greatest gift is its ability

To totally obliterate

all sense of any reality

That might bind us to responsible behavior

••

to be a poet is to be a merchant of death

::

thru our poetry we can so distort the

Truth about Love so that

any young person who reads us

will never really be able to

Live normally

•

It gives us a real sense of power to do this

and we can do this over and over again

/::/

We are the poets !!!!!!

Long live the Pain !!

<~>                                                              ­      

•

                                        ( but she'd rather weep )

cause she loves to hear us laughing

at her

//
//

the

Holy Sound

of the Rain

/:/

But she'd rather

Sing of her pain !

( & we love to hear her crying )

//

OVER AND OVER AGAIN !

••

weak and helpless
weak and helpless

**** !

weak and helpless
weak and helpless

**** !

And nothin more **** than a

weak and helpless babe

•

at least that's what all the Poets here say