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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

.



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

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Little ******* the fire escape




Oh look !


She's here again



.

& sure..........this day
reverberates

we resonate

(or,
whatever!)

VALLEY MELODY!

gaggin me out wit a spoon!

give it a rest..........

as robert martin says

"meditate"

if you don't

"F---- you!!"

long and longer still

the long hard stare of longing
at the day

will you appear from out of your
self-inflicted self adoration?

i hear you say that you love me

but who reall wants to
be imprisoned

in a mind that is ruled
by fantacy?

a world of mythological proportion?

who knows just what it is
you see?

or the story that you pretend
to read?

let us walk out
into the rain

let us truly
love the world

everyone

and then we'll see

just what we can be
just what we can be

war song red for blood
white for the fearful eye
blue for the blood red sky

GREEN! GREEN! GREEN!

green the dollar bills

stolen from us by

war mongers and their corporate kings

AS WE!!!!!!!

seek false lovers in which to hide

our broken hearts

broken by the lies

////free////
!

We gonna make ya free
BOY

We gonna make ya free

••

Just borrow some a da money we got
That's gonna make ya free

••

See all the **** ya got?
THAT   ---   don't mean a thing !

What ya need is a healthy dose
Of AUSTERITY

!!

Hunger is good for your body
Poverty --  good for the soul

To see ya beg on your knees
Is the goal of DEMOCRACY

••

We gonna make ya free
BOY

We gonna make ya free

••

Just borrow some a the
Money we got

That's gonna make ya free

••

and then the silences come
.....
and then
..
you and i
(maybe)
__

the WAR is to find the peace
..
(after all the gurus and heroes are gone)
........

will you yield?
will you find your strength?
-
the silence
(after all the "noise" is gone)
...
you and i
(maybe)
MAYBE
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AFTER THE DEAD GURUS DIE
AFTER THE HEROES FADE

rappin the cool words down
upon the streets the jake
fakin the love we make
rapin the mind with lies
..........
dyin aint pretty
but its mine
what's mine?
...dyin...
why am i dyin?
.
i got my pride
__
seein the human form
in bodies hardly alive
fakin the love we make
a hell on earth
outta heaven
.
but at least we cool
and its easier than tryin
to set the story right

.


then who will be here ?

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See the gentle eyes

~~

She sits in the park

Watching over

The afternoon's children

As they seek
some semblance

Of the angel mother

That they want to believe


Is here
Somewhere

••

Here

Amid the shadows

Amid the movement of strangers

Amid the police

And all the rest

•

She watches over them

And with her gentle eyes

Calls upon you

To join her in her lonely task

Of renewing the spirit of man

::

If not you

Then who shall be here ?


Amid the darkness

As the light

That we have been given

To shine


And show  the way

To the kingdom ?


.

we are
always so very
vulnerable!

without eachother, prey
to politicians
business men
and other ****

we are always so
we are

and why not?

they can take their DEATH
and shove it up their arses

if their heads aint in the way

or we

are too cowardly
to give a ****

.


Yeah
yeah

You are my darlin girl

•  •

the bright sun

High in the holy sky

The mountains

Gathering up the pilgrims

For the mystic fight


The light rain falling

Are YE ready to die ?

The light mist settling

Are YE ready for life ?

::

Made us a reservation

In a hostel by the manger


Someone special

Will be born tonight


••

You You

You are  my darlin girl

""

We be here for the duration

Yeah

You my darlin girl

.

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                                                           dance

•  •

•                •
•

Surrounded by terrorists

She cuts her self with a razor blade and says

SEE  ,  GUYS
I'M JUST LIKE YOU !

///

They **** her
Behead her
Post it all on utube

•

Her boy friend sees it

And masterbates , laughing

////

Somewhere someone feels bad about all this but doesn't say anything

Cause he wants to stay popular on Hello Poetry

Where the scenario plays itself out 1000 times a day

Which is actually quite depressing

Ooh ooh
Ooh

Dreamy eyed in the sands will do

----

After the 1000
Years

•

Yeah after the 1000 years

I'll tell you My Name

••

Ooh ooh
Ooh

Little Child Lost

Ooh ooh
Ooh

Little Child found

••

The Song so sweet

(The one that doesn't make a sound)

•••
•••

The War is here and now

---

See it rage

(Maybe to die)

Dreamy eyed in the sands

We walk together

Hand in Hand

•••

Ooh ooh
Ooh

Dreamy eyed in the sands will do

---

After the 1000 years

•

After the 1000 years

I'll tell you My Name

Ain't a nothin goin on

Here in the "later days"

Coney Island roller coaster ride

Flatbush avenue is heaven to some
--
Selling newspapers shinning shoes
Got to live for one more day

In one more day I"ll fall in love

With the moon goddess -- we will

Go to manhattan and brew
Magic moments for eachother
And have kids
--
I am so sure we will
--
One way  or another?----YOU!
Once together?---WE!
--
And thn we'll "get  it on"

And something will get done

hey, hey whatta  you say!
THEY ALREADY TOOK YOUR GULF OF MEXICO AWAY

an we the the "type" don't like to blame!
(unless, of course, that person's ..........weak)

hey hey what gonna be next?
PERHAPS GONNA BE YOUR........   VERY BREATH

writin poetry,,,,,"so slick"
today seems ..."meaningless"

AN IT GONNA MAKE YOU ........SICK!

hey hey whatta you say
THEY  ALREADY TOOK YOUR GULF OF MEXICO AWAY

THEY ALREADY TOOK YOUR GULF OF MEXICO AWAY

the tributary hour

all thought run to thee my lord

i am a base creature

i am oftimes afraid of love

still...still

still i seek to find a way

to serve you and the world

this tributary hour

all thoughts running to thee

Walks the country road at dawn

Thru the fields toward yonder mountain

Every body knows something

Everybody does

••

Been to school

A teacher he

Watered youth with wisdom's power

Now he wanders alone

Seeking peace

••

Solitude

Yet the mountain has a majesty

A magic a mythology

A monastery amidst time

••

Last night he slept by yonder stream

He dreamed he'd rescue all tomorrows

He dreamed he free all nature's  strength

Make it our own

••

He walks the country road

He's going home at last he knows

He knows the dawn and he is here

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we sit by the fire and recall old lovers


//                             //

( now that death is here )

•

Oh yes

""""""""


Amid the hungry children      Crying

the angry dying refugees

We


Sit so lovelessly

•


The day !

( Ashamed of our very presence )

Stumbles along

Old forgotten paths

Seeking some

Remnant sadhu or saint

""


in shadows

We weep

We who could of saved the world !

•


Beyond even despair

We sit by the fire and recall old lovers


(  whom we've betrayed )

And the possibilities we passed on by


( in our lust and greed )


Now it is over


Death is here


As our memories fade

And love is gone at last



.

.


Hey

Anybody got the truth ?

It's supposed to fit in

Right up there

//

If not the WHOLE TRUTH

maybe just a part of it?

It gotta fit in right up there !

//

oh I know


Little miss poopsie doo

Thinks if she just meets

Lovebird Charlie

ain't no need a no Truth

Or somethin


BUT NO !

//

we need the Truth

& it gotta fit in

AT THE TOP

right up there




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twilight has come

for the angels and gods

and the common man

who dares to love

and fight life's enemies

see the child over there

and protect him, please

seeking you where only death  greets us
CROSSED THE LINE, HEY?

what was the DECLARATION spoken?
speaking truthfully
we
see the pathway and go upon
vowing
never to leave

KNOWING ONLY

in the mirror....i see
not mine
but your face

not mine
but your destiny

IN THE CATACOMBS
not hiding!
CROOSSED THE LINE, HEY!

THE LIGHT ITSELF
we reveal gladly

CROOSSED THE LINE,,,,YEA!

WE CROSSED THE LINE

my  how the late day fades

see how  the loveless
see how the  lonely

join in the masquerade


we are so afraid!
we are so ungrateful
for this sense of opportunity
to take
full responsibility!

seems like freedom
what
of that?

seems like people only want
all the power they  can get

what I must remember
is what it is I must forget
as
the oil............spills
and, we hear

"............have the money...
**** & GO ON"


truth or lies?

KNOW THE DIFFERENCE
or children die
KNOW THE DIFFERENCE
and know why

one love!

we are free

we don't "NEED" eachother!

we are here

we are one!

--

to "beg" is to die

--

feel me

i come whenever

you know yourself
as a simplicity
in pure flesh
trembling
in pure exstacy

--

the earth is yours

f--k the politicians

--

your mind is yours

f--k the artists who claim
you need their inspiration

--

your mind is yours

at last i can see you here

**** a man
****.....his idea

the ideal dies

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who are we?

----------------

tea baggers?
liberals?

what utter crap!!!!!!!!!!

--------

are you a dead man?

-----

well...

ARE YOU????

------

the children stagger along
unknown streets

and sleep in poison alleyways

as the spirit

"incorporates" itself

into frozen death-like greed

-----

****

----

to live!!!!!

---
or

LIVE

to love

the streets and alleys

where the children dwell

The

Hour

(now )

•

Decide

•••

Mundane pettiness and *******

----

Loveless

••

In the village in the valley it is different

(You know where

You know why!)

••

They will **** you if they have to

••

Choices!
(Stand tall!)

••

You are

THE LAW

••

Oh my god it's true you know

••
••

Go to the village in the valley

You will learn
How to get there
If you must
••

The

Hour

(Now)

•

You can be here yes you can

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One more day

One more      Song

////

We are
                        Goin on

( and
                            On )

••


One more useless

War

Being fought

One more child lost

                                      In shadows

All our games
Don't mean a thing

All your useless love

Your pretense of       Pain

( your disease )

////

One more voice

Cryin in the wilderness

In the winds

Dyin


•••

One more chance

One more speech

( hope and change )

One more war

Child there you are

In the darkness of their lyin

Again

•

True love is true strength

That the fact you are denying

everything i DO
everything i SAY

makes me HELPLESS
leaves me WEAK

HUNGRY, i
lay me down
upon you girl
on the ***** STREET

such grace , pure grace when you are ONLY
YOUNG AND SWEET. with a pulsating body

see the negros, all in neat rows
chained at the neck
soon they"ll be cookin me my breakest
an be workin in my fields
..........

everything I do
everything I say

makes ME helpless
leaves ME weak

hungry, I
lay ME down
upon YOU  girl
on the ***** street

such grace, pure  grace when YOU are only
young an sweet with a pulsating BODY

sure we do!

anyway we can

we go on

----

gathering strength

gathering

eachother

------

f--k symbolism

of any kind

you are real

--------

end the games

little lovers

makin eachother sick

--------

goin on

sure

you can

-----

in the silence

wisdom

in the stillness

we

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They have found what is purported to be the

first Poem

ever written

(about 5000 years old )

//

There are 2 possible translations

The first one is

I LOVE YOU !

the second one is

**** ME !

I ' M YOUR ***** !

////////

A very acrimonious Argument has ensued
amongst the linguist/archeologists around these 2 possible translations

and many say there are deep political attitudes at play

///  
///

She said

I LOVED YOU AND YOU CHEATED ON ME

AND BROKE MY HEART !!

I looked at her in astonishment and finally said

BUT

I DON'T EVEN        KNOW YOU !!!

////

THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH !

she cried aloud

///

OH !

I said

NOW                            

I UNDERSTAND

ALL THEM CHEESY " LOVE POEMS "

ON HELLO POETRY !!

:/:

It's just that sometimes I get

Disrespectful of disrespectfulness

///

As far as the poem is concerned

I was fortunate enough to see the original

And can state that BOTH translations were wrong !

Because I a true expert on these things could tell right off

that it was written by

BERYL DOV

and in his own eclectic ,elliptic manner he was saying

RAY ' S PIZZA ! - THE GREATEST

•

•

Eventually

Science can explain everything

Albeit

Most times incorrectly

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Two a my very best friends just got married !!

MR MANURE ! ....... He married his long time
girl friend --- ******* CHARLEY
(yep --- that is her name !)

It was a grand wedding I gotta say

BUT

More importantly

Ain't nobody knows them don't think a them as special

As MAGIC !

What their love is their lives shall be !

It is so great to known them and to to be part of
what they shall create !

Hail to thee --  MR MANURE !!

&

I'll love you forever --- ******* CHARLEY !

and what if IT were truly
"ALL UP TO ME?"

am i ready?
have i the necessities

the information
the charisma

the undying dedication to you?

i've thought about it alot

let's get together and find out

let's find out
who we are

let's find out
what we got
what we got

Come

KNOW!

•

Know the child ******* and the ****

••

Walk the streets

In purest solidarity

With every form of poverty

••

Take your tongue out of the polician's ***!

Take your tongue out of the media
Anchor man's ***!

The ******* music!

Sports!

The world they make you live in!

The **** they say and that you believe!

••

The **** you eat!

•

Come child

Ain't it time to simply say

"I AM A HUMAN BEING"

••

Ain't it time to know what

"HUMAN BEING"

Means!

••

Come

KNOW!

•

The child ******* is you yourself being *****

As you dwell in purest poverty

On the broken

American streets

••

Let us stand in sacred solidarity

Let us not live in fear

Anymore

these the times that have come and do demand
from us our truest proclamation of
the deep intentions we call "hope for man"
the sincerity also known as "love"

how brave we stood  behind  the barricades
handsome in the rags were our attire
our words tripping so poetically
never to falter, show fear , or tire

we so possitive,  so passionately
stated quite clearly every truth was known
gathering together all who'd be free
turning the world into a secure home

for every man or woman here on earth
and for every child yet to come

.




( ain't it time to really know something ? )

::

//                                   //


the power of full love

""•""

from out the tenement window

We see the Dawn

)))(((

arising silently

Who comes here ?


;;


True


We are still

Standing within the sight

Of the Ancient Brotherhood


//


She bares her ******* to the wind

To
the gods

&

To me

)(


The fire

!!!!!

In her heart and eyes

!


We are human


We are the Myth

Come to life



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The history of the world is          THAT which has led to THIS

//

the broken window streets at dawn

The empty dream of the lost pathetic child

The indifference

The outright scorn

The self abusing poetry

•

the greatest power man has is

The ability to perfectly describe the world

In LANGUAGE

//

She cuts herself with a razor blade

While cramming her boy friend's head up her ***

//

The lonely streets after the bombs did fall

//

The greatest thing about cramming  

Your boy friend 's head up your ***

Is that when he gives you a piggy - back ride

You don't have to worry about falling off

//

The second best thing is that you will
Become a celebrity

And get YOUR OWN reality show !!!!!

••

The history of the world

Has led to you  being here

••

( as much as you are really here ---- that is )

//

Are you really here ?

•

Oh yes !

There you are !!

( going piggy - back down the street )

Dear Brothers & Sisters ............

••

••

(Even you
                                  ****!)
•

Even he

--

Even she

(****)

••

THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED
--(Gil Scott Heron)

The revolution is not just words

//

If there is NOT revolution

WHAT will there be?

••

••

[.....(dear brothers and sisters)....]

••

Do I love you?  WELL I GUESS!!

•

Ere this night is over

•

Under the one sky moon and stars

•

Holding the one babe in your arms

•

Up into the HEART CHAKRA let us proceed

••

Where YIN meets YANG

&

Man and god meet

••

[-----(We are gathered here.........)-----]

••

WE!

(remember)

••

WE

•

We are the Human

                               (****!)

Dear Brothers & Sisters

(That means US!)

and in the summer sun
murdered
by the new world order

the beach
oil ****

poison and death
and liars and pig-men

do not bother to hope
do not bother to dream

gather together
or die like dogs
in the slimey streets

///                                                    
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                          •
                                )


~~~  ~~~  ~~~          
                          
                                        we know the long road

Come
Child

The day calls for some form of rebelliousness

•

Trained to hurt
Trained to ****

Trained to live with
Total indifference

To every important thing

••

                                (the long road)

•

We pass each other by so indifferently

Just as we've been trained to do

••

Come away with me

The day calls out for some sort of rebelliousness

Come away with me

Yes that would be the thing to do

when it really matters
i know
you will be here

we know

we can
play games
in the dark

but not in the light

we are too real for
such stuff anymore

we know too much already

the mothers are crying
the chidren are hungry

the menfolk are crazy

and here we are

it really matters now

so

be here
right here
right here

winds blow
and all  images gone

winds blow
houses come down
families tumble
into hell

winds blow
memories
ripped from hearts
winds blow
as you know

the hurricane is NOW
hold your love
real close
the winds shall blow
all truth away

the lover you thought
"always there"
shall become
'someone else"

winds blow

circle the wagons
winds blow
HATE rules
we know

we are here
what to do?
hold your love real close
be strong
be real

winds blow
HATE aims
to blow you and yours away

will we let it
WHO KNOWS?
WHO KNOWS?

( • )
/)   (\
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Who ... (?)

•

Some wonder

Some simply -- die easily

--

( I see you die easily )

••

Wandering on

Out to where the truth stills lives
and lovers  meet

••

( the fabled Diner at the edge of Town )

/-/

There are stories of pure children there

As they travel their--- road

••
•

We

Trying to gather all humanity together

Amid the universality of Law

Let ourselves be known

Each unto each

••

Angelic and humanly vulnerable

Before the tide of war and hate

••

Welcoming all
Inviting all

Unto the wisdom that defines --- our fate

Armed with knowledge and belief

•

Serving that which wills to create

Loving people everyone

Well

If ya wanna live

Ya gotta understand meditation and do it !

---

Ya can't:
  
**** your way into peace!

--

(But oh how you try!)
--

Ya can't fabricate a safe reality

And master the RULES ya make for it

---
The real reality always reasserts itself!
--
Ya have ta understand EVERYTHING!

--it's NOT a game of

Escape

But one of

Entry--

---
---
Ugliness kills

Death is ugly

You are neither

LIVE UP TO WHAT YOU ARE
-

It's real easy

and so then we say
"who is here?"

violently intriguing

yet we see with such
passive eyes

the monumentality of the slaughter
that shall soon take place

amid the loveliness

creatures
so pure and saint-like

enjoying

all sense of purposeful sharing
and the child's modesty

and as oftimes we hear eachother say:

"are we really even here-at-all?"

and the monumentality
of even thinking to speak

and yet we dare go on

unto the only door worth entering

and we go in
and take a seat

sweet
sweet
sweet the girl
we walk
walkin on
we walk
walkin
on
.
(and on)
........
boom boom
boom
the bombs fall
the wars rage
.
ha!
.
hey hey hey!
.
sweet
walkin
sweet!
.
sweet
walkin on!
.
!!!!!!!!we!!!!!!!!
-------
lost in hell
lost in the great suicide
lost in the psychopathic splendor
of ghouls
vampires
and the like!
...
we walk on!
.
thru the sounds of bombs fallin
the screams of the children dyin
thru the moans of the pathetic
lost parents wondering what the word "elder"
means
.
we!
.
walkin on
.
say?

WONT YA WALK WITH US ?
SAY
WONT YA WALK WITH US!
say
.
say hey!
.
say
hey hey hey

The laughable billy-club day plays heavy morbid sounds

But really you don't have to sing

••

Into the River of Pure Breath

Into the Surrealistic

Images of sanity that cannot die

---

IT'S ALL GOD AND ME AND YOU TOO IF YOU'D BE THERE

•

the root
The source

The reason for Man

••

Culture is but ****** actors in a ****** play but I'm sure you all know this intuitively

•••

(One Pure Breath

--- (ah YES!

The illusion is gone

The Satanic Magicians are gone)

••

(GEEZ LOUISE!)

•••

And what then appears!

(FER CHRIST SAKES WE DO!)

•

We do

And all is well

We do

Appear at last

We see it as its meant to be

.... This cannot be  ! ...

make Amends !
( ******* ! )

//               //

You cannot hide
Your

Emerging dark eyes

( Blind to the Light )

•    •

We walk Despair

We breath Dying Days

//

( ******* ! )

•

here !

Where the Sacred meets the Profane

& Daughters dance Naked

before the King !

//

And sickly faces twist

Into demon shape

••

Make Amends !

( got **** ! )

•

Beauty becomes Ugliness

Without Dignity !

••

Here now in these Troubled Times

Make Amends !

( ******* ! )

the solitary
...................drifting..............

of days!
....................of nations!
..................of all the people in the world

the shifting shapes!
.........................the "shape-shifting"
men
turning into
............................mythological creatures
or into vile beasts!

it is hard to see anymore
looking thru our self begetting haze
of indiscrimination
and value-lessness

it is hard to feel anymore
we are calling and calling
but we do not dare answer back!

we know that what we need
is "something-that-we-lack"

we know that we must
"learn-to-yield"

but we fear to seem weak
we fear "to-seem-incomplete"

AND THUS IT IS
AND THUS WE ARE

drifting
...........................

with the drift of the day

the drift of the nations

of all the peoples in the world

swallowed by  the un-utterable
sheer magnitude
of that which surrounds
the  preciousness


we oft-times mention it
in terms
designed to blunt and obscure
the horror


the fear  in
all youth

and our self-derision
that this is so

swallowed by the sheer magnitude
of the deception
and our hollow responses

and the percieved future
we confront

still
we fall in love
and hope

this is probably
not enough

but it is what we do
in defence of a truth
almost forgotten
within the abuse

what i am ?
what i aint ?

soon all questions shall
be answered

.



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



.