"



Tell me what it is you want to know

What it is you are trying to see

Where is it you are trying to go

Who is it you are trying to be ,,,,,,


)(

Long boat drifting toward the sea



)(

Oh oh Oh

//

Days and years and lifetimes fade

(:,)

You forgot to say Hello

So no Goodbyes do you need


;:

I LOVE YOU

is often spoken aloud

But there really is

No
Reason to believe


,,,

Cause there is nothin that

I LOVE YOU

means

.



We are loved as much as we let ourselves

Be loved



( Which really isn't very much )

//


We really don't know what love is


We really don't want to know


//


It is simpler to pretend

//

So we pretend

//


We love as much as we dare


Which really isn't very much


•


We are all talk

Just talk



.

.

Won't you come with

Me
Little child

"

the hills are alive


""

Won't you

Come with me

Past the misery

And the pain we deny

"

We

Aren't really

Even

Here at all

)(

We try to fool

Each other

With

Tales

Of love


That really don't


Matter


•


Come away

With me
Little

One


•


To the hills


Let us live

( or die )

With some sense of

Honor


•••

We wonder if we are loved

Because

It really doesn't matter

//

It doesn't matter

Cause we're not really here at all

.

.


Oh can you see her

By the way

Like a gently flowing river

She murmurs

Can you hear the Word she ll
Say (?)


•


.

.


Nuke the trolls !

( for world peace )

••

••

the vision !

Fades

;;

we had our chance to seek god

We had our teachers

Our gurus

Our sense of our own DEVINE power

;;


Now

We write poems about addiction

We even write about our addiction to love

••

//

••

For us

There is no god

For us

There is no love


::

We walk the deep terror of today

We are at peace with that

••

We feel safe

Our enemies are not real enemies

But they serve to hide  us from our fear

Of the real ones

••

We do not seek wisdom

We fear god

We fear love

••

We sit in our sterile solitude

Hoping it soon

Will be all over



.

.



hey now the world's on fire with fear

Hey now momma
Your child ain't near ya now

He's going

Down down again !

( drowning in a sea of mass illusion )

Guns are shooting every which a way

Flags are waving all over the place
Flags are waving all over the place

/"""""/

The frightened  
( calling themselves "terrorized " )

Choose their own form of terrorism

To attack the terrorists

::

To

Make

The

World

Safe


( for violence )


.

.


Seeking supernatural
Powers !

The true heart dies


;:

Seeking the lover instead of the love !

::

They trade their bodies for

A ***** and a glass of poisoned wine

::

Thru the corridor of corpses


What is there to do but laugh ?



.

.




Help !



I'm hungry !



.

.


The lone child on the hill

Is all that is left

Amid the crippled poets

And their useless words

Their shredded papers

Reflecting their shattered minds

And loveless pretensions

That they know love

//

The lone and lonely child of the

HOLY BREATH

amid the dying

Defies death

////

The last of the end of days !

The naked high school
Girls

Their hairless *******

••

The high school boys

In their ball-less daze

//

The lone child on the hill

Watches

So amazed

••

Sings the pure song


Who cares anymore


.

.


Truth has yet to
Show it's

Face

//

But in the heart of a man

Certain ideas

Are

Finally stirring


)(


Oh oh Oh

•••

Death is all around

::

children lying

On the ground

•


Oh oh Oh

••

Lynch me now

Lynch me now !

//

Soon I will be

Totally rebelling

)(

Lynch

Me
Now

)(


No escape into the suburb of fake

Love anymore

)(

A certain feeling I call my
Own

I finally come to know as MYSELF

)(

the mountains I reclaim as

My heritage

All tomorrows I call
My children

Brought to
The height

Of pure

Grace and tranquility

We are the
Holy creatures

Of the sovereignity

Of peace

••

We breath softly

All
Is renewed

They asked for salvation

And could not be refused

••

We have come

Cause there's something we must do

•

Know what that is

And the battle is through


.

.



sweet babe song

walk the midnight unto morn

::

*** talk

Wisdom rides the body

In your eye

;;

To talk of love is madness

It's best to talk of life

)(

Old woman !

Magic in her eyes !

Little high school kid

You don't know a thing

••

They lie in the sand and reach

Out unto the place

Of pure creation

)(

And meet

More than they bargained for

But they are good


They stay together

For a very long time


.

----- the words of the SONG


""


in the shadows

Hey !

Ain't it time

To stop running (?)

•

We are

Simply the song


We are the

Words of reality

)(

We told you we'd be here

And see --- we've come

The night dream lingers

( The real )


//

We are starting to know each other

Some day we shall really meet



.

.



So much to do

So much we left undone

)(

Wandering thru the waterfront

The old misused men

The worn out hotels

)(

We coulda made a mark upon the world

we were into something else

)(

The rain

Loneliness

We feel what we feel

)(

All the actors in the play

Just got up and walked away

We didn't have a thing to say

Standing huddled on the broken stage

)(

So many things left undone

In the humble  child's heart

the seed was planted

but didn't start

To grow towards heaven for we walked away

And now is just another day


.

.


in the pious town

In the        Burning


•


We of the 1000 stories

We

Remain hidden always

:::

Over the hills !

See !

Soldiers marching

||


" We are children "

||

She of the valiant heart

Soft breasted one

Of her own pure dominion

In the pious town

Burning

•

I said

COME
LET US RUN AWAY

or

LET US STAY !

::

But let us do
It together  

)!)

Amid the lynching of the slaves

)(


I love her because she is still a girl

::::

In the pious town

All the children are burning



.

.

^
<^>
////  • ||
<>  
   \
                      _)
                      /\      /\

::


we all have so much to give but we don't perhaps we should


•  ( • )   •

||        ||


Is a girl I know         in pure dream she lives

where there is no death

so let's go there

)(

where angels await

To give us our instructions

!(!)!  

( .... There shall be no lost children anywhere ! ... )

•


and our heart shall become strong and real

And our voices !

Ringing with truth's power !

And gentle simplicity !

)(

Love is a long walk Day Unfolding

thru myriad lives and trials

And joys and pain


""


( oh !

Let us be humble

Once again )

•

We sit upon Logan Mountain

In the Summer Rain

••

We form little tiny creeks

Which become vital streams

Merging into a River

)(

We become the Sea

)(

We survive

)(

We survive as HUMAN BEINGS !

)(


we have so much to give

But we don't

( perhaps we should )

//

Yes

! (!) !

Yes !

I really do think we should

I really do

Know we can



.

.



Oh we

Were walkin

thru

                   The
                  Summer Rain

••

Tiny mirrors

Raindrops fallin

1000 faces

Seeking their own dream


///

We

Walkin thru the summer rain


///////               ///////

Dream

Dream YE boy

Dream

Little girl

We

Are all together walkin

Thru the rain


•

She sees

She sings

She leads


Us unto
The

Heart of love


SUMMER RAIN


seed of our Tomorrow


Free

At peace

//




Eyes can see

Both heaven and hell


And create

Full humanity

//

We

We are always

Walkin

Walking these streets

Walkin together

Thru the summer rain




.

.



(                      
                )
(          
            )
(
\/
/\
/     \

##


we know

<>

The only game in town that is real


She walks with me

//

The children dance in the sun


//

We made a promise


The final vision


Humanity


.

O 0 O

//

Oh yes this

Is


My Love !!!

)(


Some talk in words of Poetry

Some speak in ... Silence


)?(

Oh  oh Oh

See the lovely children  

Walking in the a Sun


)(
)(

( you among )

)(

Soon

( So very )

The whole story

Shall
Be shown


:::

And we
... (?) ..:

( Free Footsteps )

Going here or home

•


Love song War song


It gets done

""

In the style of the ancient symmetry



)(



You

And

Me

;;

( sure )

//

Everyone


))((

Within the
Ancient Symettry


.

.


Looking for love

In somebody's light

)?(


Lonely the games that we play

)(

Hoping somebody

Suddenly appears

.""

•

"""

do you know me ... (?)


Will you ever (?)


Do you even want to (?)

//

I'm just some stick figure

An image

Made and laid


In your mind

••

Limping beggar in the night

Broken the dream


Everyone is merely in between

The lonely pain and the lonely love

Playing like fools

Seeking fool 's gold

••

""

••


Oh sweet sister

I see you there

...... (Etc )

.

Writing peckerheaded LUV poems

While the world dies (?)

;;

Jesus **** !


::

Hiding out in the pretension that

Your pain PROVES you love ?

)(

While the REAL CHILDREN die in REAL PAIN !

)(

Jesus **** !

)(

unlovable !


)(

Untouchable

)(

Hardly human

)(

Hardly here at all


.

.



What a ******* disgrace :

To say your sorrow is caused by love !!

///

•                       •


little child

Come

We will walk the road together

We will cross the wild river into the hills

)(

Tender child

Truth is the wonder of the world


An honest man !

)(

There is a gold mine called YOUR HEART !

)(

Love

God is love

There is a heaven called you -yourself

""

There is a child called YOUR OWN

there are many children

)(

I marry the holy mother every one


•


Tomorrow is here

I am
Here

We walk tomorrow toward the hills



.

.


Cool wind on the cheek

)(

::::

( Everyone is welcome )

//

Love !

•
•

We

Simply meet

& there is love

)(

to love and be loved '

( so very simple )

""


I look around and love

People love to be loved so I am loved


Wisdom


""

The simplest thing



.

.

In the hills


"""

Talking freely

Pride in humanity

( love )

//

The wilderness (!!)

Where the boys play

And reality is born


••


Amid pure nature

Under the mystic stars


)) 0 ((

Come child  !

Take some care

For your sacred body

///

Tomorrow

( peace or war )

What are we all doing ?

)(


The fire burns bright
The fire never dies


In her soul

In her Eye

( in the world )

•••




Rivers flowing toward the Sea



.

.



She was lying there

Dreaming of her love

But

When she opened her eyes

She was just lying there on the floor

******* to the sounds of Lady Gaga



//

She felt very embarrassed !

•

But then she saw that all the girls

At the party were also

Lying there *******

••

& so hello poetry was born !


.

.


We float down the river

The river of our love

We coo

We babble

We

Float down the river

Filling our minds with

Words

That enchain


///


The river enters the great ocean

Of love !

We

Drown in the enormity

Of Creation

//

Our love !

Where is it  ?

Where are our words now ?

//

Childhood can be a pleasant journey

Down the river

But we call the river the ocean

& so we suffer

For we are not yet of the ocean

//

And so when we get to the ocean

We have not the wisdom of riding down the river

In joy

•

We drown

Lovelessly

//

We drown thinking we are all alone



.

.





I'm a lovely child

I'm of 70 years

Such a lovely child


••


I know


                                 ......something


/////


I know             Love


//

I know the difference between

Love

And what you are

Peddling


I know


It is not love

You are talking about


:::

I'm a

Lovely child


Of 70 years



.

.



Want me true love tonight


//                   //

the long road begins

//


Oh my sweet

Humanity


•

The long true lovely road

Stretching toward

The Light

//


//

Sing me your own song


( not the one you've borrowed

From the crying children

Lying to themselves )


""""

On the road from yesterday

Past the false tomorrow

To the one

Where we walk together

Proudly

In the sun



.

.


Yes I might

///


Mountain !

(Why do I believe (?) )

Soft breasted girl

Why do I feel I need you

To be with me (?)


••


We try so very hard

We

Give it our all

//

Though we don't know

What's been won ...... Or - lost

""



White sails

Hangin in the sky

The ship is in the harbor


Headin for the open sea

//

Some say you are the Captain

Some just look to Me

///

///

Oh holy karma

( oh well I may )

Tell you my dream

Oh yes I just might


Oh yes I just might



.

"


Like as in a movie image

I seen them !

( while walking to the movie  theatre )

//

an image of myself

Walking to the movie theatre

Past the corpses

Of the 3 children

-""-

Wondering what you are thinking

Wondering

How you hold the images

Of humanity

In your mind


/:/

There are so

Many movies

!

( a poem is like a movie )

•

I
Walk

Down the street

I see the corpses of 3 young girls

//

The living and the dead

//

We inter-mingle

Can we tell the difference  !

))((

Our world is dying

•

We take our broken souls for a walk

Past the broken bodies

The absent dreams

"00"


We stand in front of the Cathedral

( the movie theatre )

Symbol of our Social  Media society

The BELLS !

Mourners with faces painted white

Come down the street

And pick up
The

Corpses

""""

The cameras roll !

Drone airplanes

Circle in the sky

/:/

Someone drops some LSD

someone holds up a

TRUMP FOR PRESIDENT sign

///

The day ends

::

Comes the sweet night

But no one sleeps

1000's of images invade the mind

1000's of corpses

1000's of Saviors

Amid the light


.

.



a soft mountain trail


The fragrance of the human body

Is a special gift

For the flowers

And the waters of the stream


GAINING IN COURAGE


)))0(((

The heart chakra opens


Childhood is freed

From the lust and stupidity

"

Go
On


Be
Brave


Love !

Never betrays

!?


She was love incarnate

""""


::::::


Impure love

Is ******* ugly

•

•

Are any of you stupid enough

To still consider yourself AMERICANS !?

//

To accept a label

Or  to
Label others


Is pathetic behavior


(;;((

Useless details

( your love / hate lie of a life )

The world is burning


So )?)


Any way

This poem
Is done



.

.

What ya doing tonight ?


Oh what

YE doing

To set the story right

••

Carrying your guns around

You say that you are free

But YE just look like a

Bunch a clowns to me


Ya ain't touching nothing
But yourselves


;;()() --

Fallin in love with your own self image

Like the **** chicks of hello poetry

••

Doin nothing

But playing with yourselves

""

The story runs the world into hell

What are we doing


To heal ourselves ?




.

.




The wisdom

The side door to the ole saloon

The gentleness of the open heart

//

She carries all dreams

)(


Thru the violence of the high school corridors

)(


The violence of the high school lost girls

::

The unflinching hatred of all loveliness

The morbid message

The truth they fear


""")("""

Who cares about you any more  

as you praise your pain

And your stupidity?

•



•


Words drop dead just like your children shall

Upon seeing just what you do

To those you call
Lovers

  Or friends


//

As you ****** the human race



.

.



Something to believe in


<•>

Little girl


Looking for love

In the cartoon carnival

:::

Broken eyes

Broken teeth

Broken self


Looking for love

In the ****** streets of her ******

)(


Such a stupid girl


;;;:::;;;

Waiting for some real pain

Then she can join the club

Of silly little poet girls

Writing poems

Concerning the necessity

Of always having

Ones head up ones ***

)(

The little girl

Grows weaker day by day

MORE PAIN !

MORE INANE POETRY

MORE PRAISE

::

Soon she'll be dead

And everyone  will be glad !

SO POIGNANT !


//

Necrophilia

;;

How we love to **** the dead

The dead we create

From the continuous perversity

Of our ****** lies

And our loveless love affairs



.

.





3 refugees


)(

what's coming down ?


::

////


We love the pain of failed love

•

Such our daily dose of hate and deceit

//

3 refugees


)(


We die so lonesome

What of that ?

//

3 refugees


//


Peace


Truth


Love


Getting the hell out of here as fast they can


.

'



Girl

You turn me on !






)(

)      (


The broken sigh

( Will there even be dawn )

The vision of the long rock path to the sea

And the young teens awaiting the power of love

)(

( And the vagabond

And the thief were also there )

)(

We write so many irrelevant stories

Of fugitive lives

And the manner of seduction

Of the Beast

)(

the she who I love so lovely she is

And good to me

And we unite

In order to fulfill

Our promise to the world

),(

Under the cool cool moon

Reflecting

Memories of the last time

It was this way


)(

the broken sign

The visions crumble and fall down !

Only you and I !

Naked forlorn
& not at ease

On the beach awaiting

Whatever comes

,,

Gathering strength


Simply because we love each other


.

)(


In this the quiet hour before the morning storm


The armies gather
War comes

We touch and enter unto eachother

Gently
With grace

And death too is here

Singing of a new tomorrow

And I am here

With the compassion and the sword

)(


Lasting impressions

Ere the final healing

And the sun


•

We acknowledge truth reluctantly it seems

But in the moment

Our courage appears

And saves the Day


.

.


SEZ ME  !


)?)


we wander the still evening
in search of the true feeling

That would make it all alright

//

( Bright the moon song comin from over the hill )

••

And a memory of this one face

I see

Over and over again


::

And the bright image of a maiden

Crossing a bridge

And an army somewhere

And a flute is playing

( and ...... (?)(!) )

""

( It is good

This image of a world )

(:;)

Seen

In the stillness of this

Very evening

Reaching into the bright light

In search of a true feeling

That you now are here

)(

And we stay together

Forever revealing

The meaning of the power

That we call Life

)(

&

It is good

)(

And we

Stay within this vision

Of a world


Completely at peace




.

.


Freedom is such a pretty song

Come on out to play sweet momma

You don't gotta do like ya done before

Like chasing the boys like the other babes

//

Kick back

Let everything come your way sweet momma

It's a beautiful day

Just like you are

•

&

Maybe there are some other things

Really needs be talked about



With all creation only pure love

Let's  roam the fields together

And be glad

Simply because

We are here at all



.

.



Lost

I ( Think! ) I

Do

I do marry you on the subway

From manhattan into Brooklyn   (!)

)(

When I was a kid I thought

YA KNOW

I THINK

If YA DONT MARRY A BAG LADY

YOU ARE  WASTING YOUR LIFE !

& I was so right !

)(

Gene diversity is very high in these

Sorts of unions

And the kids are so superior

Because of if

)(

)(

Lost

In the madness of conformity

We squander our precious consciousness

To repetitiveness

And sleepiness

//

Ah

Me and my babe !

Holding hands

With each other

And you too

My friend


.

.


Moon dance ritual

We **** and move on

( me and my babe )

We been right busy these days

A whole wide world

We gotta save

And some say

It's getting late

( to me it's just getting old )

Running around searching for you

Inside your marbled maya

And stupidity


Death is so obviously over present around here

And so I expected to find you on the street somewhere

But you were ....at home !

Working away !

••

You were just

Feeling good !

//

Me and my babe

Little toy images moving here and there

We **** and move on

Thru the madness of the serial ****

Of the whole new generation

//

a whole  burning world !

//

We **** and move on

Looking for water

Looking for that ancient well


.

.
.





We walk amid the ...... (?)

say (?)


What is it happening ?

Who do I ask about


The sleepy fornications

The silent ******* of pain

)(

We are so good !

::

Why are we so death shrouded  ?

What god are we serving ?

What god have we betrayed ?

Such inane masturbations of professed love !

Poetic gruntings of pigs !

)(

She my love .... We

Walk amid ........ (?)

Mad children

Serial rapists

And you my friend



.

.


Broken girl

Laughing


||                          ||

she writes her poems

Midnight til dawn

::::


Broken song

She enters the room so slowly

Paper doll

:;:

The words lie broken the floor

So trite they can't be used no more

:::

( the image of a wasted *****

Walks thru the door )

•               •

Those who loved her dearly

Gaze upon her queerly

Wondering

What's going on


••

Oh sweet mother may I

Have a word with you ?

Oh sweet father tell us

What we are supposed to do

(?)

She writes her broken poem

And lays it on the floor

Gathers up her meaninglessness

And turns and walks out the door



.

.


This we all know so well

)(

We see

In pure visions

Our tomorrow

::

we know only

The lovelessness of isolation

)(

Our love is only for the superficial

•

Revolution
(?)

Well

Figure out what it means

For and by

Yourself


.

.


" It's gettin mighty hard to become a man "

( ///// )

Spell - check

//

So

What spell has been cast upon you ?

Can you tell ?

;;;)))(((;;;

we need to be loved right ?

;;;()()();;;

Oh soft YE now

Wallowing in poverty

Ain't seen a REAL MAN

in 1000 years

)?(

It's kinda funny

Ya go to the movies to see a Comedy

And all you can do is weep

For the brazen stupidity

Presented as people

••

••

Lift up your eyes

Seek the true reality

In your own ideas

///

We cannot survive

Within our present belief structure

::;;::

Love

::;;::

The tiny child calls to you

(||||)

How much longer

Will you even know if he's still here ?


.

.


                                           -- REALITY

::;;::

4 little girls
                                     ||||

We sing


             We so lovely

We walk the streets

Begging for food

We are so sorry

If we are

Bothering you

)(

Rain falling down

Nations , too

Mothers weeping

Fathers are arming

Themselves  ( like fools )

Not knowing the enemy

Is within themselves

••

The song is sung


Onward we move

4 little girls

Begging for food



.

! !

we try so hard to please yet also

Try so hard

Not to be pleased

••

We hide our fear behind the masks of sorrow

We pretend are real

in a vain attempt to appear human

//.://

In the stormy night while ghouls and other demons

Move amongst us

In the shape shifting power

Of ****** *******

::::

We cringe

We curl up in sterile naked ***** of self induced

Hot lust

And try to ****** the

Last of pure childhood

To squawk with pleasure

At our ugly display of ourselves

For sale in the marketplace

//

We don't have to but we chose to comply

With the dictates of morbidity called the

Culture

//

We could simply live freely

We could be beautiful

We could become humble

We could become wise with compassion

We could accept each other

And thus come to  accept ourselves

We could touch gently

Yes we could

I know we can

Cause I have done it


It is good

All
Is well

I am here

I am all you could ever want



.

.

The beauty of the beast

The gentle image

Of true feelings

"""

We

( the urgency of tomorrow )

The evolutionary movement of survival

The carnival

The pure intention

Her eyes of fire

His hands of grace

""

We are in such elegant attire

We are the loveliness of the world

^
<^>
////  • |
<>
/  ( • ) ( • )  \


The living dream

The soil

The seed of creation

The rain



.

.

THE POEM !

"""

Oh fer CHRIST'S sake

Who gives a **** ???

???????????

???????????


the long time stretches into the already dying tomorrow

Filling the pregnant reality

( the womb of the holy Mother )

With cries of the still - born in agony


Crippled little children come forth deformed

Unto the black dawn

Unto the scarred face

Unto  the dreamless endeavor

Into the flesh of prison

And god's shame

••

We are the masters of mediocrity

( we have our politics of

Pointless mindlessness

And greed )

We move on

Down the poverty street of homeless

Citizens

And naked killing machines

Of

Priest and police


:::

And the free terror

And the hysterical release

Of irradiated anger

And nuclear War induced

Peace

••

" I love you "

THE ULTIMATE DECEIT

and the willful blindness

Of the dancing beasts

Called humanity

//

Come soft and true now if you want

You can do it ( know you can ! )

You may still become a man

It is still a very fine thing to be


If you try it you will see

And who knows what you might become



.

.



she breasted the top of her dress so elegantly

With images of warm hands placed anywhere


we dawn beach arise with all of tomorrow

And her children

( And his might )


We are so very here now majestically

In the mind of god

Dancing in his light

Freely

Openly

Honestly


( again )

::

Hands so softly placed

On ******* so elegant

On the beach at midnight



.

.




& in the night I arrogant

And the red hawk shooting down

We dream on ancient clock towers

Overlooks bold hysteria

And childhood's madness

• •

GREEN WAS THE SUBMARINE

In the magic of ...: remember

And the swollen ladies

And the chimney sweeps

,:

AYE MATEY !

//

On oh too sober streets we stumble on

Past the red hot child in bold **** me charm

And her police eyes

Staring right at you

//

Softly drifting

Song breast and I

Arrogantly living

Man to man



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