the subtlety
we surround the darkness with more darkness

the subtlety

the light shineth
the light shineth
the light does shine
somewhere
some say

the subtlety
speaking so truthfully
about a truth
that eludes us completely

a light that shineth
somewhere

the heart of the child is strong
i
i
dear child am strong
with
the heart of a child
with the heart of a child i am

subtly day
appears
so child-like
and strong

a light that shinneth
we

marry in this
the glorious dawn

we marry the truth

that once

eluded us
so completely

She was so proud of herself !

She had turned her soul

Into such pure despicable ugliness

That all the girls were jealous of her

Mastery of Misery !

||

They would gather before her

And with worshipful songs

Would *******

To her image

And sing praises for her

Magical malignancy

And self abusing prowess

•

•

( it was the golden age of HELLO POETRY poetry ! )

•

to

THE BOYS

it was the very epitome of WONDROUSNESS

The total
Marriage

Of *** & DEATH

Of

POWER & IRRESPONSIBILITY

//

EARTH & HELL

Of

MAGIC POWERS

&

SELF DEBASING HUMBLENESS

//://

to me

It was just

******* BORING

••

as is all display of

STUPIDNESS

WHITE DOVE!
.
proudly....peace
calls out our names!
.
we..
we the human!
....
born of the gods and
goddesses!
.
we
.
WHITE DOVE!
.
.see
----
light before eternity
light before the holy sky!
..
we rise!
we ride!
....

we ride the white dove
unto the eternally blue sky
merging with
the gods and goddesses
into the light
into the peace
.
*we do
we
WE THE HUMAN
unto the goddesses and gods

.



Or are ya just bullshiting !?


)(

Yeah

We know !

•

•

The rainy day street contains

The any child

And his every form
Of

Pain

><

The Great AMERICAN Symphony

of Mass Incarceration

&

BLACK DEATH

•     •
•
••

( & JESUS crucified children on the cross

To free you from their potential

Sinfulness ! )

••



? GOD -- AMERICAN STYLE! ?

)(

( oh come on !

Sit down !

Have some authentic tea bagger tea

And watch Fox News on TV

turn on the **** and *******

And wipe your *** with the Constitution

And talk of Liberty !

---

So

Ya godless minions

Of the satanic corporations

with your jaundiced eyes

And your ****** teeth


We are hip now to your jive *** lies

And have chosen to remain alive

And return to you your god of death

And merge ourself into god's light

And into his Holy Breath

seldomly "random" at all

choosing whether to choose or not
we seal our fate
with ribbons and symbols
of something or other

with postcard pictures of eachother
and our phantom....god

seldomly  "random" at all

heroically rising

after the false
belief in "the fall"

(hardly "a rising" at all!)

we are who we decide to be

free or a slave

this is the only choice we make
(hardly "a choice" at all)

nothing random about it at all
nothing random at all

and the simple gift-given

(and we say we really have a need
to be recieved......)

strangers all around!
belie our own sincerity

AS THE WINDS DO TEACH!

in lonely prayers for love

simply to be the giver of love
simply to be the saviour
simply to be the serving host
simply to be the simple one

AS THE WINDS TO TEACH!

aint no slave like the free one

the transgendered whatever seems  weirdly queer

the civil rights we talk about!!!!!!

-------

but we love the poesy!

we love


mere words!

--------

i seen you

and i

never forget

anything

--------

you were  a child once who had a child

once

----

im sure of something

-------

wind!!!!!!

blow away!!!!!!!!!!!!

all of our
beloved

insanity

and point our ship to shore

and our hearts unto eachother

again

------

remembering



something

and if some certain things
were as unimportant as we pretend them to be

then i could love you
simply as you are

but as it is that some certain things
require our urgent attention

though i love you as a person
your utter uselessness makes avoiding you unavoidable

and though i certainly love you as a person
i still ask you to accept some greater sense of responasibility

that's all

and the Buddist on the hill........
..........such a peaceful vision sent to me!

as if this was "the PILGRIM ROAD!"
(but ...alas!
it's ........"the ROAD
........OF THE REFUGEES!")

and it is WAR......
("here")

is he truly saying i should
just........."die peacefully?")

and in these
.......... the "WARRIOR DAYS!)

who is "SIMPLY" simple?

.....and

how do we know?

MY MIND IS CALM
we are all one
MY MIND IS CALM
let the Battles come

without ego...
without blame

until the need for Battle
is done!

all in the darkness
madness!!!
all in the one pure vision!
..
all in the sweat of sweet love
pure labor
....
we are of such grace
and majesty
..
there is no love in the darkness
in the madness!!!!
sweet sweat!------like a pool
of blood
......
like a pool of blood
.....
a pool
...
a pool of blood
........
all in the darkness
madness!!!!
____
rise up
in your righteous anger!
rise up
in your truest indignation!!
in the sweet sweat
of your labor
the sweet sweat of your love!
.........
and we shall be
the one love
the one love
that
shall
last forever
and ever

the ashes in the fireplace
warmed us as to need

the ashes in the heart
make us blind

the night is over
over

why dont ya go outside?


we never ask the question we should
we never want to know

why we are doin
what we are doin

we never ask ourselves
about the "inevitable"

life aint no fantacy
to read 'bout in your diary

oh no

nothin
nothin nothin

knowin nothin

about nothin

the brutal menagerie of images
(vampires, ghouls, friends, lovers)
that seem to hold us

****!........... this is ****!
this aint reality!

rock stars!, movie stars!, ******* called politicians!

writers! doctors! lawyers!

wantin a piece a my ***!

AND YOU? WHO ARE YOU? WHAT DO YOU WA NT?
will you say?

there is a gentler story but you must appear
(and as you are)

there is a golden summit but you gotta climb that hill
(below whatever is shinning)

there are sounds that we may freely make

beyond the possibility of "false defining"

BUT YOU GOTTA WANTA HEAR!

and declare completely that you are free

and not of the menagerie

OF THIS BRUTAL SICK WORLD

grace as "day"

the long legged skinny girl
begins the journey

all who see her could be glad
but most are busy
doing "something else"

grace as "day"

the vanishing species

hardly human anymore

the long legged skinny kid
tries for the heavens
but the way is barred

we are busy doing
"something else"

making money-----i suppose

The slutty love
The ****** sheet

The wasted stranger

•

The busted *****
The dumb **** behavior

--

The utter indifference
The vicious slaughter

Of all that is decent
To all we believe

••

I hear the cries of the **** in her poison

I NEED YOU ! I NEED YOU !

( oh good grief )

I see the tears flowing down your cheeks !

--

I see how you lie and try to deceive

I see what you've stolen and still try to receive

••

The slutty lover starts to sing

Of dumb **** love

And their love of pain

•

The busted *****
Of would - be kings

The slimy creatures born as human

Now such despicable things

()   She  ()

///

She narcissistically

Pussified the word " love "

Turning it into a description of her

Genital throbbing

And turning each man

Into her personalized version

Of a walking *****

//

Thusly

When she saw an entire generation

Of *** addicts

Turn the world's children

Over to the war machine

( for LUV of country ! )

She was glad

And rejoiced full heartedly

In the suffering all around

for with each death

She saw a vision of herself

astride the pale horse

into the devasted inner sanctum of the mind-less city

she was there in the barest cloak of filthy rags and clinging children

she said   "25 cents if you want me here, 50 cents for there
and a dollar for  the primal opening"

she smiled...her broken teeth glistening obscurely in the obsenity

--

we

-----

the one eyed one legged child crawled on and into the alley
begging the garbage cans to yield  him some food

the refuse was swirling around the feet
of all the refugees

the pale horse moved on

the rider had no choice but to go along

----

we have no choice

-----

astride the pale horse we move along

the one hill rises and the one day comes

we say so little

our love is vain

the one hill rises

and the sun

-----

what do we believe in?

NOT A THING

------

the one hill rises and the day comes

we do not see eachother

our love is vain

--------

we say we are simple

and pure

and so delicate

we must stay hidden

WE DONT SPEAK TRUTHFULLY

---------

the one hill rises

-------

everyone is crying

we are silent

our love is vain

vain

If I was Abe Lincoln I wouldn't a chopped down no cherry tree n if I woulda I sure wouldnt wrote no Proclaimation about it

Times it's best to jes lay low n shut up like I did after shackin  up thet time with that  Betsy Ross kid

No tellin what woulda happened if that got out!

Anyways me and Karl Marx gotta go get bin laden for the meetin at George bush's
Place

N ya know how he gets If yer late!

can ye  break my heart again?

(YEAH)

the high hill always
sheds a road
leadin to
the orphan's door

can ye break me down, once more?

(NO!)

i aint that bored

--

the tumble down day
the shack
....(lonesome  street)

the poor folk gather

(i among)

--

can ye break my heart?

(SURE)

the orhan's door is open

(let's go there)

the orphan's door is open

(and our hearts)

the one white cloud

i see her there in the thrift store loading bins

the young boy is corpse now in the sovereignty
of foreign soil

the high bird song floats high

as the garbage truck lingers
on the gangland corner

the one white cloud

and i
----

we are so very afraid

afraid to tell her of our love
.......

we are so very
very afraid
to love her
so we say we are afraid to tell her
of our love
........

she floats with the birds
and the one cloud

we see time pass by and cry

time pass by

time

and the young corpse
on foreign soil

passing by

we seen da hell fire
we dance in da hell fire

we are burnin in da hell fire!
da hell fire
is here now
today

--

we burnin on the streets
we burnin in the everyday world

we cry "water!"
but there aint none
no mercy!

only hell fire!

--

so what to do!

what ya say?

what ya gonna do?
do?

we are da human
we da ONE
THE ONLY one

we
put out da hell fire

with love

OUR LOVE

--

OUR LOVE IS A BURNIN FIRE

our love aint hell fire

OUR LOVE IS A BURNIN FIRE

BURNIN FIRE

Well we got no power
But we are unafraid

Hearts are on fire
Love is the color of the day

••
••

River run dry
Mountains are gone

Man has destroyed
The earth he lives on

Lives getting shattered
Souls are erased

Man has forgotten
The promises he made

••
••

Come child away
Come child awake

Come child to me
Come child be free

runs on empty all the time

(only on "empty")

-------

i met this very beautiful ******* the streets
she said....wanna go "out," boy?"

i gestured at the ground, the buildings, the sky,and said
"we are already out, aren't we?"

she said...."let's go back to my place....a hundred bucks for the whole night"

i said "do i look like the kind who needs you, or, for that matter
HAS a hundred bucks?

she scowled and screamed out..."you *******!"
i was so hurt i just slid down to the sidewalk and started to cry.

she ran up, lifted me to my feet and apologized.
she said..."look at the ten dollar a throw girls...dying.!!

a hundred bucks a night...the guy gets drunk, ***** me once, passes out ---feels ashamed of himself ...gives me fifty dollars extra...and is gone!

"why?" was all i could say

"becase my husband left me with the kid, i need an extra three hundred a month to support us"....two or three nights a month!...two  or three lousy, stinking nights a month!"

i pulled out all of money and handed it to her, and said..."here,take it....i'll try to get more..........

it was about a buck fifty in change.

she didn't take it........

i stammered "do you want us to just get married?"

she slowly shook her head..."no"

we stood looking at eachother for a very long time........
then.....all at once...we both sighed deeply, turned.....and were gone

--------

runs on empty all the time

(only on "empty")

She lay back
On the bed
And spread her legs

And looked up onto his burniing eyes

"I love you , Jim , "

She said

----

" it's George" he said

/--/

Well-----whatever
-/-

And she spread her legs wider and closed her eyes
-------

After he was thru with her and was gone

And the ECSTACY was slipping into

Mere numbness

She started
Contorting her version for her

HELLO POETTY account of her life

The story of how the BRUTE

Terrorized her into Lonliness

And then took advantage of it
---

(---She was very proud of her duplicity---!)
---

To preserve the feeling

She drank a pint of *****

Smashed the empty bottle
On the table

And cut her wrists
And
Pretended to die

This she did in imitation of the powers
Of
Love  and understanding
---
She thought to herself

"My
Hasn't this been a
Productive day!"
---

Got her cell phone

And called up another *****
Lonely guy

(                                 )
<(                         )>
(               )
<(        )>
O
(     )
(        )
/----\
                                      ••

Thru seamlessly woven bitter tales

///                
                      Oh sure !

////

Songs of Love !!

                          ////

NO ONE IS THERE !!

////                                

broken hearts !

In the heart of a heartless country

                               ////

DIE AND BE REBORN

•

Thru seamlessly woven bitter tales

We serve our prison time and are gone

••

Where we go ?

THIS IS A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT STORY

BUT WE SHALL GO THERE

///

( A place where love is beyond these games )

The dead child
(We wander)

Listen'

She calls your name
///::///

You talk to
Yourself

You try to
Forget

You are never alone

Never at peace

But it doesn't matter
///::///

----(nothing matters)---
••

The dead child looks familiar

Looks like the one we see everyday

There in the mirror

slow

the day enters
and we

ride on


its all or nothin
all or nothin

the love is wholeness itself
we are whole or incomplete

all or nothin

we driftin on
eternity

we enter the day
driftin by
driftin on

all or nothin

the love is wholeness itself
and we
whole or incomplete

all

or

nothin at all

all or nothin

1)

who then is here to save the world?

the little squirrel scurries up the tree
---------------------------------

#2)

little squirrel
why are you scurrying up the tree?

oh,  yeah

to save the world
--------------------------------------

1 + 2 = 3)

little world
scurrying to save itself

the squirrel evolves into a man

...  Like on a theme park ride

                                    •
                     ­                                           We live

//

( & ... then ? ? ? )

                                                              ­••

The ride ends                                        

"""

All them lovers are gone

&

You ain't even got one  friend                        ••

//                                          
                  
                                              Just a bunch a stale poetry

Of tattered images

•

•

love ...... (?)

I think ya just meant

" pleasure "

//

Trust (?)

Ya lost yourself in vain words like

" forever "

~~

///

Soft and easy now

Ain't no one to blame

( not even yourself )

•

It's still the SAME DAY & PLACE

There really isn't ---- " an end "

So

Maybe it's time to make some friends

Maybe it's time to be one too

//

Truth

//

Always shows it's face to you

_
--
_

Come !  Come !
( I beg you )

COME ! SEE !

( a baby is born )

••

Naked soul released

••

••

So many stories !

ONLY ONE
rings true

( I read the story has your name )

•

You write the story

Called

IM SO SAD

the story that don't mean a thing

••

The baby lying in the cradle

Looks for you but you are gone

Looking for the madness might ease your pain

Servile
--
We been

KISSIN ***

for 1000 years

•••

We run like **** eatin lunatics
Thru the spread legged high school corridors

Looking for death or some other toy

••

We find eachother & tear eachother apart

Looking to hurt the most vulnerable

••

We love to entertain !

We hope the masters are amused

And find our stupidness non-threatening

••

At the height of our debasement

We cut OURSELVES with razor blades

Like good little slaves!

--

So uncool !

So  bleak!

••

We compete to see who is capable

Of expressing the most grief!

__

We boast that we will NEVER CHANGE

•••

NEVER CHANGE !

•••

Servile

--

All the creative power!

(LOVE itself)

So abused and laid to waste

^
^
•••                     •••
(         <    >       )  

<                 (   •  )             >  

########

0        =      0

And who so ever would be free

//

Naked are the people !

The fear !

••

Violence in the morning

Violence thru out the day

••

Lovers violate each other

And the night

•

The light !

Is it still here ?

///

We walk silently

The cold river beckons

( what is home ? )

•

Perhaps we should try harder !

Perhaps we should not be so deceived ?

/:/

Gentle lovers

We have been together
From the start

•       •

Longings

Sweet to the heart !

Let us follow only these
True hints and reminders

Of who we are

••

In the subtlety of our pain

I look into your eyes

••

Life !

••

I know you only as the complete creature

That you are

//

Let is stay together

If it pleases you

I know that it would please me

call it what you will

¥¥¥¥¥¥¥

(She)

•

Alone on the Prowl

Alive off the Leash

amid the Unfathomable Fear

•••
••
•

I see you there

----

It is all Illusion

ALL POWER IS STILL YOURS

ALL POWER IS STILL FREE

(do you LOVE?)

---
---

She loves the solitary stranger
She holds the solitary stranger in loving arms

She keeps her loving arms alive within
The ONE TRUE HEART

••
••

Come!

Keep up with ME!


We are almost there!

bird song sweet
cool winds blow

upon corpses' cheeks

--

america!
(of spacious skies)

filled with chem-trails

--
she "makes love" copiously
with anyone

stupid

--

in another lifetime
pure water

stuff of dreams

--

god is
"shedding his grace on america"

huh?

--

epic slaughter
TOMORROW SHALL COME!
...epic slaughter...
-----
who doesnt see?
NO-ONE!
the epic slaughter
taking place
_
epic resistance
crushed again and again and again
------epic resistence-----
..
we have become
doctors!
lawyers!
artists!
and other
dying
inhuman beings!
__
epic slaughter
WE
.....
we
.
stand so easily and gather true powers together
.
for love is simple
as are we
.....

.

I just said I wanted to *******

|||


( oh & by the way

YOU were a **** GOOD ****

That's for sure ! !

;:

That's why it hurts so much you gone !

( a ****  good **** ! )

//

I want ya  so . . Sweet all time babe

In the badlands of the city

||

Singing bag lady blues

To the young at heart

Policeman

•

;

My kid got a Purple Heart in Iraq

Yeah?

My  kid got an Academy Award portraying him!
----
My kid died

Yeah?  

My kid got an Academy Award doing  make-up for what would look like corpses!
--
My kid's strggling to make ends meet

Yeah? 

My kid's an Econ  prof  at Harvard and does consulting for J P Morgan!

----
My kid's confused

Yeah?  

My kid's  a born again tea bag conservative Christian with his own televangelist  tee vee show!

----
I got guns to fight big government

Yeah?  

I got guns to fight the liked a you!

)(
)(     )(
/\
                 ••••

We are the Poets
( we are sooo sensitive! )

•

The vision of YOU

NAKED !

Floating !

Nakedly floating !

In the bathtub

With your gently slit wrists

Pulsatingly offering your

Life to the healing waters !!!!

I picture the bathtub as the

GREAT PRIMORDIAL SEA !

and your senseless body 1 of 1000's

Of tender lifeless bodies

Bobbing up and down on the waters !

A TOTALLY RIGHTEOUS OFFERING !

There before the EYE OF GOD

( and Me )

•

The bobbing of the waters

The hypnotic spreading

Of the legs

The revealing

Of the secret sacred opening !

Before the EYES OF GOD and MAN

••

( WE ARE THE POETS !

WE ARE THE SENSITIVE !!!!

---we who truly face the beauty and the pain --- )

••

The healers !

The gift givers  !

We stare into her secret sacred opening and wonder

At her soft offering

Her gentle pornographic vulnerability

//////

HOW HARD IT IS !!

( and getting harder ! )

//

WE ARE THE MASSIVELY HEROIC POETS !

our brave words float onto the paper

As wisely and as purely

As our blood flows out

As our blood inundates the waters !

As our minds inundate the helpless female body
Floating there

In its pornographic hapless splendor

And as TRUE POETS ! we cry out

MORE ! MORE !

as the bobbing waters

Spread her open and we gaze on

Soooo sensitively

And so sensitively

We erase all sense of pain or shame

///

WE ARE THE POETS !

yes we are !

We write LOVE POEMS!

( don't we ? )

Soooo sensitive !

//

WE THE POETS !

We are soooo sensitive !

.


(                
•
                )






nestled in over by where the hill does rise

;;

he sees a young woman emerging

;;

a lover ?
a widow ?

a single person ?
a wife ?

//

Their eyes meet

//

She beckons him over

And offers him some food and water
And a place  to rest for while

••

A strong yet gentle woman

//

After a while

He smiles gratefully

Rises and goes on about his Way

•

He rises and goes on about his Way

Reborn

( a whole Man )

//

Understanding now

So many things

all the dead gods

(and long the dying)

good god-killers
good god!....killers!

image breakers
post modernistic
de-constructuralists!

who
in the
long repentant afternoons
wander
.......in central park!
looking for you

playing music
sipping tea!
playing music!
smoking........tea!

in the splendid afternoon!
--
---

creating creation
WE DO
creating creation
AND THE POLICE

and this busted ***** and moribund society

godless and descrepit
and abused
----

amid the loveless children
we see
as we walk thru barren fields

worshipping

only pain
AND the truth

and will you come back again?

and will you remember me?
and do you even now
know my name?

and as this day does reveal
just a hint of "this" and a touch of "that"

and as little children we percieve our lord
as "saviour" or "protector"
(whate'er we can afford!)

still there are the children
"yet unborn"

still there is "Responsibility"

(as still there is "Hypocricy")

as still there is
both you and I

and those who shall live
and those who shall die

those who don't care
and those who wonder why

human beings have given up
their humanity

THERE SHALL BE A
"FLASH OF LIGHT"

enlightenment
or the H-bomb type

Poem
.
(She has decided now)
---
Thru the stanza of the neighborhood
It's streets
..
Her eyes rymme the visions of the children
together
..
So iambically !
---
Perfection

Her rhythm
Her grace
--

Poem
..
Shape
Images
Meaning

The mirror
Her face
..
She finds what she seeks
And
Rests for a while
---

I read her gladly
It is love

all of our vanity!

our vast delusional dream
that showers pure ignorance down

until the  world turns to hate

--

in our pubescent unworthiness

claiming to be lovers!
--

the thousand people die

the thousand children

scream

--

i walk around
i try to say
"hello"
but no-one's there

all the day is down around the sea
all the songs play bold
we may die now

---

the birds circle and laugh
the airplanes circle and fire

the little children
running thru the waves

-----

we are the greatness
the soul vision
given freely
the songs play bold

we may die now

_

all the day
is down around the sea

all the children
bleeding in the waters

we only
speak truthfully

we are
"as true as possibe"

these days

--

("these days")

in this
total abomination

--

"EVOLUTION'S CHILD"

the name of the song

--

come

die

be done with

vanity

--

be reborn

if not?

so be it!

--

true to a lie

is nothing

--

this absolute abomination

--

"SEED OF THE NEW"

the name of the song

the mountain
silent
majestic

a gift unto you
so that you too
may be gifted

YOU ARE LIGHT
YOU ARE LOVE
AND WE ARE "ONE"

the mountain chain
we are all united
in the GREAT ENDEAVOR

and though we may falter
we still are one

AND TO THE MOUNTAIN
WE HAVE COME
WE HAVE COME AS LIGHT
WE HAVE COME AS LOVE

dance on the head of a pin
dance on the shoulder of the road

we are the ephemeral
ghosts in the machine

we pretend to love
we are confused
--
love songs are everywhere
bursting with indifference
disguised as lonliness and pain

but lovers are not to be found
anywhere

--

i am a lover

can you find me?

--

dance as the mushroom cloud
fills the air with death

dance as the election results
bore the nation into a coma

dance as your love disappears down a hole

dance dance dance
--

in a while your divinity
purity and trust

shall make of you

something

become what it makes you

(  
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                  )


~~~~~   ~~~~~

FREE

:::

Truth lingers

--

You can have it
If you want

•

•

Solitary

--

In sacred fields

--

You can be the one

••

ENOUGH !

--

**** stinks

///

AMERICA

••

We go here
We go there

We go to work

We come home

••

FREE

:::

The little child crying

•

Hey here comes
The PROZAC dealer

.



Pure the child

Pure as the bright high moon in the sky

And the eye of god which is also there

•

Gun fire night

Police dogs unleashed

The yuppies are here

Little sons of the CEOs

Of our hedge funds and corporations

( our true masters )

See them over there

••

And the little girl is gone

And a tired old maid

Takes her place

Doing the housework

At the yuppie mansion

•


In the new fashion of yesterday's Slave

////


///

Little ******* the fire escape




Oh look !


She's here again



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this is my rendition of the famous

BERYLDOV LEW painting entitled

PABLO PICASSO TAKING A WALK
ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON
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The vast history of historical lies
Clutter up the school - yard while mass producing

Dim witted psychopaths with hidden angers and fears
Bloated genitals and guns anywhere

•

The total corruption of all those in charge
Hangs like an albatross over dying minds

Dreams simply cannot compete
With the madness seen in all adult eyes

••

The vast history of historical lies
Within what is now known as total brain - washing

Come ! Come quickly lovely child
I may not speak to you again

Oh how the great pigs want to **** me
Oh how the great pigs want to **** me

•

Now the time
Be the truth

Set down true stories
Life for life