was a long and lonely boy.....song

was a pregnant runaway child......girl

in the fields....what?

a place to live
or
a place to die

WHAT'LL YE DO WITH YOR SMILE
or your all seeing EYE?

what about your ...life?

what about the world?

(              
•
                 )


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

Doom

Only the War Song

///

Little child on broken tricycle on ****** streets

Of evil country

In pervert world

///

Okay. ?

///

She ******* tomorrow's dream

Into the hell of scorn

///

We turn the Eye of Grace

Into the Vulture vision of Amerifuck
And
It's slaves

////

We pill ourselves into semblance of

-- WHAT  ? ---

Who even cares anymore ?

///

The road to the hills is

-- UNDER REPAIR --

///

We ****** and it was great

But then I noticed a funny  smell
&

I realized she was dead

OH WELL

///

Doom

The War Song

And here we are

actually

HUMPTY
didn't fall

he JUMPED !

••

He wanted to be

!! BROKEN !!

So that he would thusly be admired !

///

I mean ( you know )

You gotta break some eggs if you wanna make an omelette !

//

( of course

What omelettes gotta do with it

I don't know ..... But )

//

But we KNOW being BROKEN

Is ..... (?)

Well

Whatever it is

And it's IN !

It's the THING !

or something like that

I don't know

But I do know

HUMPTY jumped !

He didn't fall !


I know !

BILL O' REILLY said so !

( or was it RATCHEL MADDOW ? )

I can't tell the difference between them sometimes

.


Comes the light


•


All of our poems

Only indicate

Ultimately

If we have chosen

The darkness or the light

••

our own government

killed us!

for oil!

for profit!!

cry ye nation!

never cease!

cry ye people!

OUT LOUD


cry and be healed

your silence condemns you

to die forever
amd
ever

and

ever

Ole hoss!
..

Tryin ta escape the corral!

Now now!
----

Soon to die
Put it to rest!

Eh ole hoss yer thru!

Yer Time it's over !

Yer loves is gone!

Yer out to Pasture

Out to pasture
_

Little boy in britches over there

Got somthin to say
He do

Say
Ain't that little boy you?


Best speak loudly now!

--

Think I'll write a poem
Yes I will!

Bout a young boy and an ole hoss

Sneakin down da trail!

0           0
/)\       /(\
/\          /\

//

Rachel was a young girl

                               ( once upon a time )

Rachel was a sweet girl

                                               ( where is she now ? )

••

A gypsy caravan across the skies

A song drifts down / I hear her sing

//        •   |

Rachel is a mother now

                                 ( somebody said )

Someone said /// it's over !

                                       ( Rachel is dead ! )

••

Rachel is a vision

                                        ( so sublime )

Ah sweet Rachel

                                         ( once upon a time )

aint no reason there aint no revolution
aint no purpose to what we all are doing
aint no sense to it all
all these rich and high falutin
imitations
of human beings
.........
aint no love in crawlin
aint no pride
aint no dignity
come
aint no reason there aint no revolution
cept you
................
stop yer crawlin
makes ya look ugly
stop doin
what you shouldnt be doin
do what ya should
.....love.....
---------
aint no reason
aint no reason
aint no reason
.
to die
.
only  live
ta live
only live ta live
only love ta live
only
live ta love

she walks the silent beach
she is golden

she sings the world into place
she is mine

she gives you all you want
please

it is a simple as
it must be

as simple as we are
on the sands

the golden song

which creates

Prayers
In any language, of any religion
Basically say:
" oh ****,what's goin on?"
////
////
I loved this girl See
Then she left me See

WHATEVER THAT MEANS!

But ya can't say that!
They'll think you're weird
////
////
This world *****
WHY?
.
Why?...........BECAUSE THE PEOPLE ****!

That's pretty obvious

So **** ' em
Lets live!
////
////
Some dude he pushed me offa da platform
In front of the subway train!!

"That ain't gonna happen to me again" I sez

The Dragon
..
She comes
Embodied  by the black girl
With the Red Rosé tattoo
On naked Breast
----

With invincible Fury
---
With UNERRING

Glance
..
Sees the Violence

Within our

Docility
---
--
--
The unicorn
..

Gentle and healing
__
Hates to see the dragon
But she yields

To her justice and its
Necessity
----

We
(The human)
..

Spectators in our own reality
---
Without a clue

(To the who
Why or
How)
----
--

The Red  Dragon

Moves amongst us
...
With Fiery Step
--
The unicorn
Watches
With compassion
........

And yet

--

Does nothing

To stop

The Death
----

The moral of the story?

..

Plain to see
----

We must take sides or

We simply die

Eventually

do it boy
the time is now (now)
for warriors to be arisin

do it boy
she'll love ya
for it

do it boy
now (now)
or never
boy

its now or never

love aint easy
but its better
than sellin your soul

it aint easy no
but its your life
and it is the time
now (now)
to be a warrior
or die tryin  
die tryin

she'll surely love ya
for it

do it boy
the time is now (now)

now or never
now or never

to be a warrior

The wide open bay

The shiny

Glistening sun

And just when we 're leaving!

indefensibly on the offensive
trying to hide weaknesses
and anything else

that might reveal
true self and true feelings

especially
those concerning

love or spiritual belief

emitting political opinions
or tales of personal trajedy

while omitting anything
that might make a person vulnerable

to soul exploration
or a sense of one's actuality

all the images have faded
here we are
face to face

amid the horror
of this world

You've got dem

Pretty little auschwitz eyes!

----

We who thought we were wise!
-----

We dreamt of mountains

But we feed off lies!

---

But it was a very good time!

-----

So sinfully simply unreal

---

So safe!

-----

We were destroyed

One by one


And right on time!

Yes!
You!

My pretty little auschwitz babe!

---

So patriotic is your slavery
--

So **** in your misery

and as mountains loom, and
breezes stir gentle waters

sons and daughters remember
stories told
promises made

and i too
and you
i too and you

and as the stressful unease shakes

foundations and bodies
to the bone

and i too
and you i too
and you

forgotten love and
heroic epic myths and dreams

we become what we want
as breezes stir gentle waters

and i too
and you
i too
and you

she stands alone

(but for me)

the winter winds
wound
but we

stand alone in the wind

(we do not weep)

--------

sometimes someone says

"where are they?"

no-one answers

(the winds cut deep)

------

she

is swallowed by
the storm

i follow

her footsteps
are

the only thing i see

the long street
the  night time ramblin ***** of a wind
ripping thru my tattered ego
(memories of 1966 san fransisco
not-withstanding)
.......
"where the f---k ARE you!"
(i scream)
..
some song!
(the only one left!)
it offers little solace
now that every single child
in the whole wide world is in pain
or dyin ugly somewhere
-----
(simply because you do not care
dont mean a thing)
--
so here we are!
.
DECISION TIME AGAIN
so here we are!
.
yeah
it's us
right here
----------
the ***** rags dont cover
the tattered flesh
the tattered flesh dont cover
the shattered heart
the shattered heart dont muffle
the enraged  mind

OH NO!
......
it has just started
and it gets worse from here
..........
..........
the softest dream in the world!
it cant soothe me anymore
and i dont want it to
....
i want to be here
DECISION TIME
and some already been made
..
1966........?
san fransisco is gone
berekely is now a "school"
REVOLUTION?
what once was a luxury
is now a necessity
and all your fears are real
and the devils are here
and rule the world
..
except for me an my friends
.
one of which i hope is you
.....
the
the long street
the endless night
the cold wind
the
dyin child in pain
and
me and you
right here
.
yeah

AND ME AND YOU
RIGHT HERE

Gently
Placed

Down

/""/""/

FOLLOW

----

( unerringly )

••

----- Aint no footsteps but your own -----

•

Gentle kisses

///"""\\

Simple power

Pure justice

••

GENTLENESS

Within

The feeling

Of true peace

streets of **** and blood
they decieve
streets of grace and dream

we were young once
we are young always

we lay with girls in kind
we rose and saw
sainted hills

we were young once
we are young always

do i know you?

i know you
all too well

the streets bleed children
the ages
shame themselves with silence

we are silently
**** and blood

It jes me an da boys
---
We romp stomp
Run amok
•

Me an da boys
-----

Erryone say

Whatever DEY wants ta say

Truth?

**** day ****

DEY say

(Cause DEY wants ta say it!)
••

Me an da boys

DEY gonna come try

**** our sorry *****

Next week

(Dats what I think)

••

Next week

World war three

Will be here an you probably dyin

---

Big ****** deal

You cryin out

---

YE gonna say it with the mud in your mouth!

We'll see
Won't we  !

••

Jes me an you an DEY boys!

Little flesh toys

Dead on the street!

Yeah I mean

You an me

In the poisoned garden
--
Jealousy

Kills the flowers

Gives strength
To weeds
----
The poisoned garden
-----
We cultivate the garden carefully
---------
What else is safely happening?
..
The poisoned garden
--
Dying flowers
And thriving weeds
---
The gardener
...
Takes a deep breath
And goes on

Round here I'm known as
JEFFREY THE POET

cuz no one reads my stuff
------

I used ta be a play write
But no one wanted ta
Play anymore
----
I used ta love god but he got killed
An I know who done it
------

Most a my poems are about this disguised
In a way
---------

I seen a church steeple
Risin up in the sky
  
Called the
Tower a babel
-----

Erry one lookin at it an babblin
------

I bet most a you out there
Are really beautiful

But like ta pretend otherwise

As a form of  self protection
-----

People round here call me
JEFFREY THE POET

solitary............the free man"s  eyes
rests upon the wholeness and wonders
at the inflicted pain

(from whom he asks and why)

and he must know..mustn't he

or he would not be a free man

.......


death is a word some use
it has various and often conflicting meanings

(like love)

freedom has conflicting meanings also

but these are based soley on political lies

..........

today is here and all of us are here

as if we didn't notice!

but we all are here

using our busted and broken language quite friviously

Forgiveness
-

The "cleansing" drug

Of
The sane
----
__
---
People I have offended
..
Please forgive me

NOT FOR MY SAKE BUT FOR YOURS
--

I forgive

Those who have offended me
..

NOT FOR  YOUR SAKE BUT FOR MINE

--

In truth

We are ONE

TOMMOROW
...

We are the children of the World

///:::\\

hey.....!
--
Here I am....!

How' m I doin?

•

Not so grandly, eh?

Not so finely attired!

JES LIKE YOU!

••

Somebody stealing everything!

(**** this
"we workin hard"
****)

///:::\\
Hey   -----     !

Your pain

Ain't the fault of

Your mama
Your papa
Your boyfriend
Your girlfriend

(Nor are they
Your salvation )

••

If you ain't in

FULL REVOLUTIONARY FERVOR

(& I  don't mean blind violent rage
against yourself
Or
Others)

Then I really don't know
Who you are

after the final
Scene

the show

Begins anew

••

Out on the street

The audience and actors mingle

And throw their scripts away

And live

///

////            ////

after ALL illusion is gone

///

The naked girl puts on her clothes

And for the first time

MAKES LOVE

with every boy she meets

///

The poem finds the poet and laughs

The poet seeks the small child

Alone in the rain

••

The War seeks the lonely grave

And goes to sleep

//

Today finds Tomorrow

And apologizes

For ever listening to

Yesterday

•

I see you

At last

We take off our masks for good

and the gentle  desert song
reaching out and thru

with visions of a spendor and grace
unto

our abandoned  boys and girls
  fed  with visions of war
and hate

....
.....

the road is long
there is no turning back

there is no going forward
there is only abuse

of every sacred song
every sung

----

the desert heat beneath the holy sun
the  mild  desert fresh scented air

the poison of war that is everywhere


-------

the gentle people
and the hate

a simple marriage
forced by "the kings"

powerlessly puppeted
we repeat

what it is
we are told to say
---
---

somewhere...sometimes

maybe "here"
"today"

the sleeping people
will come awake

and maybe
it might be you

once again holy
once again true
--
--
and the gentle desert song
reaching out and thru

with visions of a spendor and grace
unto

our abandoned  boys and girls
  fed  with visions of war
and hate

....
.....

me an me bud we go  to da park  ta walk da dog

"look, see da bunny rabbits!

ha ha!

go chase da bunny rabbits!!"

we do dis
year after year after year!!

NO MORE!!
all da bunny rabbits is gone!!!

an all da birds.........gone!!!
an all da deer.......gone!!!

all nature.....dying.....soon gone!!!!!!!!!!!!!

an we ...pretendin we don't unnerstan!!

we, too, soon gone

/////

OH DONT FORSAKE ME UNCLE MILTY-- !!!!

Till we meet again some day -- !

OH DONT FORSAKE ME UNCLE MILTY -- !!!

••
?
(A song heard around 1955 sung in honor of MILTON BEARLE-- the first great
TV personality)
?
••

•••
••
•

Dream streets
(How ancient the scorn )

•

Who will Save You child
If
Only I
Am here?

•

Rainy day the momentary interlude

(We hide here
Safely hidden?

----Who cares?)

•

To die or to live seem bout the same but we know they are not

But what the hell

UNCLE MILTY IS DEAD AND THAT CREEPY DEATH POET AINT SHOWED HIS UGLY MUG
ROUND HERE!

••
(Who cares?)
••

Who really cares about Anything?

••

Who knows?

Who really says what they mean ?
?

••

DONT FORSAKE THE DAY

JUST CAUSE UNCLE MILTY IS GONE !!

•
•
•

she wanders the lovely streets

The lovely streets

Of our scorn

The lovely streets

The streets on which
We were born

The streets on which
The poems form

just a few moments please
a few

the culture can go without your face
booking its place
in the pantheon

for a few moments
for sure

i know you need your space
i know you find it uncomfortable
to be as if unknown
for a moment or two


the culture can go on without your face
booking its place
in the pantheon

for a simple moment free
a single moment here
with me

with me

--
-
--

and here it is

and here we are

in the starry cosmos

for a while

once

a magician!

painting the eye
with dancing colors

LOVE!

yes!

--------

so meaningless now

now

the  dying embers

--------

only the dying
embers

--------

we are old
before we are even young

we are sold
before birth

to demons

we have learned
to pretend!

LOVE!

---------

manipulations!

gyrating bodies!

LOVE!

-----------

walking naked in the rain

the broken glass streets

the tormented school yards

the busted motherhood dreams

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

once

a magician!

dancing the colors
delighting the eye

the dying embers

only
dying embers

­                           



                                                 )
                                •
            (


^ ~~~ ^ ~~~ ^                                                                ­    

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

X
(       <•> <•>     )
0
~~

^^^^^

winds

soft healing winds

///

The pain ?

WHAT IS HERE ?

•

This is SACRED EARTH

///

the healing winds are here

•

What have we done ?

//
//
//

ONLY HEAL

from out  the SCREAM
we are
putting our  clothes back on
from out of the TEASE
MACHINE
putting our lives
back into proper place

from out of AMERIKKA
WE
come
from out of the SCREAM

WE
LOVE

the fight is
BEYOND THE BARRICADES

the fight
is

HEART TO HEART
RELEASE

come out of the SCREAM
with your clothes back on
out of theTEASE
MACHINE
with your life  in place

so i can see you

MY LOVE

.



we

!


Movin on

.......

,,,,,

lovers


Looking for THE BELOVED

::

Homeless

""

Movin on

///

Refugees !

Movin on


••

Where ya gonna be tonight !

••

What YE gonna do ?
What YE gonna say
!

REALITY ITSELF

fading away

////

When it's gone

What's gonna remain !?

""""

Just a world of            Slavery !

"

Unlovable

Unloving

Cause there's nothin

To

Love

//

No body

No one

To

Love

silence silohuetted in the heart

3a.m.
...................new york city

central park is almost deserted now

(a mugger or 2 and some freaks)

I CAN "HEAR" YOU........
..............NOW!
.............
....................­...
..............................(blissfully)
..................­..
my...............
............................god!
...........­..
i really DO
........................love everyone!
...............

in the silohuettes that shadows make
i see you!

getting ready
getting ready
getting ready

ONE
---

All together we are lost
All together we are found again

------

Beautiful the fantasies that **** or maim

---

We walk together  whatever the road

.••

There is a power never had a name

••

You can see me if you so choose

•

There is a DEATH you take

In order to LIVE

••

We understand  but raw nakedness is frightening

----

Come

--

What does it matter ------?

SCORN?
ABUSE?

••

Devoid of any love!

This you are!

•••
The rising and the falling of pure breath

The light within the heart

(This you are)

••

Masters of destiny!

Be free!

••

Tomorrow

(Just like today)

Is YOURS

and the softly suicidal
...
?????
she
??????
lost in dreamy inclinations
????
we
??????????
dreamy dreams of heroic rescue
and lingering songs of love
.....
home with the wife and kids
watching the nation's dying on teevee
dying justice
dying
...the dead...
--------
very busy
we
.
?????
she
??????
--------------
suicidal songs of lingering
hope that will never be fulfilled
within the suicidal nation
that dies in shame
and watches it on teevee!
.......
??????
she
??????
doesnt watch teevee
she
walks the alleyways and awaits
what she awaits?
you know very well
my friend

Movin on
--

There is a home
In the hills

We see

Where the

Magic and the mystic
Remain

Respecting the

Powers That Be

Creating
Healing
Nurturing
--

Movin on

---
Thru all false histories

Illusions of powerful greed

Settling into the real

Which anyone can feel

Who'd be free

--

Movin on

------

Into the powers that be

Creating
Healing
Nurturing

naked as the ...
(...well, whatever)

the vastest forests
the mystic child

uncovering the dream
of those who linger

the purest revolution
of stars and men

running free
through holy waters

unwavering devotion
***** and *******

everywhere
anyone
everywhere
anyone

in the arms of mountain women
in the heart of fiercest fight

naked as god
before creation

waiting upon
the true light

(and you are here)

everyone
anyone
everyone
anyone

i see
dressed in rags
and ***** aura

who is here
and why

naked as
we who stumble
fall
and always rise again

walking the sea side aura with you in mind
waking to the sounds of
waves that too are longing to be real and known

all the pretence of solidarity with UNKNOWN powers!
what a crock!

we are causing on purpose so much pain
we are causing on purpose so much pain

on purpose
on purpose

pain

-------

and i will know you always as the KNOWN power!

the cowardly power

causing on purpose such pain

.

( same as you )



xxxxxxxxxxxxx

We are so very susceptible

To overestimating

Our helplessness

)(

We don't have to worry about going astray

Death knows just exactly where we  are

And won't let us become lost

**

that we are given a script by demons

Telling us to hate each other

And so we do


Is  a very depressing thing to see


::

Pissant charlie

( for sure )



.

running out of steam
WILL........draining
from my heart!

thinking of dying
all of the time!

fraudulency!

and will we every truly understand
why we are here
amidst eachother?

will we eventually discover
the how and why of these endless
wars?

sitting patiently
(as if in another poem now!)

sitting so still

waiting for something to interupt

the endless dying sounds all around

.


The white Ferris wheel
Stands against the dark black sky
While

A tiny sliver of a moon


                 ( Off to the side  )


Tells stories of an ancient mystery



And the unanswered  question

Of mortality

Lingers



And why we love each other

Though we know we die

Is our truth's bright banner

Which we proudly raise


;:;



The white Ferris wheel

Stands proud and turns so gracefully

We wander the fairgrounds for awhile

And then we finally go home

.

swirling colors!

violent union--
the  war
takes its toll
upon our trembling sensibilities

we dare!
we do!

the choice has been made
before we come here

the choice!

we wander amid the dog streets
watchin people die

in spirit

we dare!
we do!

mother!
don't worry!

i've died before

but not in spirit

never!

come

create tomorrow
out of broken today

your fate

your fate

such is the sun
such is the beach at dawn

so i see you  
you see me

under the sun
on the beach at dawn

the sword is drawn
the war is here
the sword is drawn

they play upon our fear
they expect us not to love

do we?
shall we?
do we? shall we

succumb?

such is the sun
such is the beach at dawn

we walk the beach at dawn

are our swords drawn?

are they drawn?

she loves me

"well...well
what of this?"....i say

young girl, hardly more
than a child

a gentle creature, sure

ah yes!

my vows are made
---------------------------------
--------------------------­-------

the **** young thing
along the beach
all the boys are watching

and an old man like me

also

SEES
----------------------------------
---------------­-------------------

i heard the scream!
the dark, vicious
alleyway........
.........gaping..........I

whistle a sweet Song
.....................I
----------------------------------
--­--------------------------------

vulture eyes!
..........."come on!!"

she walks towards me

shedding all of her fears
along the way
-----------------------------
-----------------------------

­stopping by the river
"what's that""
i see

2 young girls
bathing
naked and proud

and so gently
i "drink"

and so secretly

move on

and so,  but?   -----again,  what are we doing?
a great war..........rich against the poor, come now

and try escape your destined slavery
that first steals  language and robs you of words

and then your money and security
your inner light, and your true sense of peace

will you just go on till completely dead
or enchained;  compliant with misery?

stand on your feet or die on broken  knees
aint it time to do things....differently?

it's time to dare to be freely awake
and to know somebody besides your self

to again love pure truth and thusly me
to again love pure truth and thusly me

anyhow

dyin is dumb

i remember strong men

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dyin is dumb

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we weave the stories unto graceful songs

we paint history into tales of glory

and freedom

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we are not free nor strong

we fall in love with love stories!

this is to die

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and

dyin is dumb

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dyin seems easy

it aint