l cant the PayPal thing to work
i dont know why

such it is
nipped in the bud!
(a common-joe american!)

all the ****** strife!
the wars, the pain!

i cant get the friggin machine
on my side!

and so

goodbye

a typical scene

all too

too typical

around here

He comes in old worn shoes he does
--
Ole derby hat
Twisted tie
---

Struts the street with twinkling eye

---

Says so
Many things ----who knows?

--

We don't talk much round here --you got it !

(The Police)

••

••

The cardboard mountains that we
Seen

We seen at the Museum

(The only ones we ever seen)
----

We use ta dream but not no more

We just want something to eat

And holy rivers they must be

By the Rich Men
Owned

••

He struts around bold poverty
As if it were

Nothing  at all

----

He says so many things

And will

Until

The Policeman calls
••

••

the unaugmented "page"

fate has placed us here
so rudely

come , let us be
the masters of
"the story"

let us be the authors
"of this day"

facing destiny

with what-ever is needed now
be it sword or pen
or staff or stave

ending
this sense of being slaves

to what-ever form of
mind control

(be it "romance" or
"fear of others")

to what-ever
"spell" that we are under

let us be free
(fully free)

------

the unaugmented "page"

ah yes!
but, now
WE
are here

making the story
true

making the story
clear

well...
have ye had enough?
..
are ye still hopin
it'll be okay?
...
my oh my!
.
faith!
--------------------
my faith is in death
my faith is in  holy
strength
.
my faith has no hope
........
what is it you want or need?
-----------------
who isn't lyin?
you tell me!
........
(only the flesh)
_____
be afraid!
freak out!
run naked thru the night
cryin
out

" oh light!
i am come for you!"
.............
be gentle and kind thru to the end
----------
we cannot take more of this
..
so

don't!

(   ain't YE got dem

******* Blues ?   )

//
//

please tell my baby sister

Not to do what I have done

But to shun that House

of pain and misery

They call the Rising Sun

///

You can sell your self for money

You can sell yourself for love

//

You can walk the day  free     And not  as a slave

If you really want

//

If you really want

•

can you love someone without wanting *** ?
Can you want *** from someone without loving them ?

Hey , maybe the boy you want who you say is rejecting you

Is really transgender
Or gay

//

To profile someone as a REJECTOR
or a BETRAYER

is no different than labeling the person by

Race , religion , nationality , or orientation

BUT WE LIKE TO CONSIDER OURSELF

THE TOUCHSTONE

BY WHICH  EVERYTHING IS MEASURED

//

we might think it honest

To yield unto others the tolerance we crave ourselves

:::::

So

Why does a love that seems strong change ?

•

Because some times it should

//

And so we sing

//

Please tell my baby sister

Not to do what I have done ........

stretched out on the sands

lovely

immaculately "clean"

she

calls out inviting

she

calls out insistently

...........

of any age

every human quality showing itself
beyond jealousy
to all

she rises!

I FAINT!

laughing

THE WIND!

knowing

our purpose

...........

on the sands

before the sea

we

write the poem fit to read

And when my husband looked up at me

There were tears in his eyes  !

•

And he showed me the plaque he had just received

Upon which were engraved

TO THE BUSINESSMAN WHOSE

CAMPAIGN CONTRIBUTIONS

AND BRIBES

LED TO THE DEATHS OF

MORE STINKING PEASANTS

THAN THE NEXT THREE

BUSINESSMEN COMBINED !

//

I have never been so proud in my life !

//

in honor of Ernesto's poem :

                                 COYOTE :

//

                                                broken :

                 ( we who worship phantom grief and phantom sin )

//                                                                 ­           
We
                                                      ( the betrayer !)

Pretending to be ---- the betrayed !

Or

Seeking adventure

In the world of morbid love
And the self inflicted wounds

On hearts and skin

//

                            COYOTE !!!

we traffic in the untold real

Of feelings

Sunken unto death

We do not see the real

We do not see the reality of bodies

We do not dare think

Of those who seek escape

Unto the bloated filthy wealth we live within

••

self indulgent !

                                            ( playing with pain )

//

COTOTE !                                                  

we carry our poetic scars so proudly

So as to guard ourself

From those are are truly felt

By the children of the world

We sometimes visit

If we are bored

••

Across the borders and boundaries

Of our minds and hearts

//

We

( who are of

AMERICA 's dominion )

Have stated a million times

That we do not care  

For more than a quick release

From any sense of responsibility

Simply go on

•

Life itself

All that goes on

All around us every day

Means nothing

•

We have our own slaves

                                     ( called ---- " lovers " )

whom we take great pleasure

To mutilate

••

Oh

Ernesto

( Bestower of compassion

And the will

To be reborn and to rise again

Unto true honor and decency )

--

we may try to understand this time

( who can say ? )

//

The power of god

//

The love of love

//

The seed of simplicity

//

Today and tomorrow

//

Trust / peace

//

The long trail

//

The mountain song

That never ceases

//

The light of the eye that does not die

//

The little child

//

You and me

//

All that is good shall survive

//

If people say just what they mean

And live what they say

and put aside

Meaningless lives

now here sits me
On my broken knees

as the war is waged all around me



~~~=

We come to
Our senses

Oh so slow

//

We die in silences
Hard to comprehend

::

In this the awakening
Of souls thought dead

We
Try to remind

Ourselves
Of what we must know

~~~

Well the day is almost done
Hey jiggy jiggy

I want to go home

But here sits me
On my busted knees

While the war is raging
All around me

(;;

Come sweet lady
And gentle man

With your child between you
Hand in hand

Whose the Sovereignty of this Land ?

If it ain't you
Please tell me why that is

;:;

Hey the day is almost done

So won't you come
Sit besides me ?

a touch more so than silence
words that recall
paths thru and unto
your door
......
we were the gods and goddesses
who died
on the battlefields
of yesterdays
.........
we are the remaining touches
of purity
the sincerity
of the hours
the cheeks the wind caresses
on its way here
......
do you remember
when you were with me
and thusly
alive?
.........
i remember
when you were
deeper than silence
with words that allowed
all to survive
.....
we who died
as gods
and goddesses
yesterday
are all that survive

Walkin with you

Talkin to heaven
(That's what I do )

~~•~~

This time as the story begins
To turn around corners didn't used to be here

Shadowy figures perverts and kings

Just out walkin with you
Just out walkin with you
My friend

Thru cities of fear
Didn't used to be
Here

••

Walkin with you

Talkin with heaven
(Now!)

Talkin about
What we should do

About

Shadowy figures perverts and kings

••
••

Turnin corners didn't used to be here

••

Never thought to see all this fear

Never thought there could be all this pain

Talkin to heaven gettin *******

Gettin *******

Just out walkin with you

Amid shadowy figures perverts and kings

Perverts and kings

(One and same)

••

Walkin with you

Thru the silences listening

To whatever you are tryin to say

To me about heaven and what's there to do

About perverts and kings

||~~~~~~~||

/
//
///
////
//     //
0                 0
___00                       00___

saw in the sky an opening and dared to try burst free

///         ///

I was in love with a girl when I was a kid

But then she joined the Marine Corp

But we were only 11 years old

So it's possible I'm not remembering it all correctly

••

We never had *** but then we talked a lot

////

She was really good with her bow  and arrow

After she shot the arrow the arrow would divide
Into 2 arrows and then 4 arrows
And then 8 and then finally 16 arrows
Would strike 16 different targets perfectly

God she was a great girl !

••

I don't really remember what happened

I kept thinking she joined the marines but we were young
And it might of been the Peace Corp

••

saw in the sky an opening and dared to try burst free

/:::::/

After we win the revolution and liberate the world

I'm not sure what I'll do then

••

Maybe write some poetry or my memoirs

/:/

Or maybe just hang out with you for awhile

Little girl done gone bad
.
Little bad girl
Ah
Yes!

You
know who I mean!!....!

YOU!!
Yeah YOU done good bad

YOU
ran off with the sweet poet boy!
---
---
Ah -----freight train
.
Moon so high

COLD MOUNTAIN solitude

Rising
before you

Delighting the eye
--
-
Little bad girl
A life of her own

With true love at last
In the heart of the poem
--
Her and I
(Or her and he)

It don't matter
We all of us free
.
COLD MOUNTAIN solitude
Giving us strength
--
Bad little girl meets her bad little boy

The poem gets written

"Infinite joy"

All in all
----
All the questioning

What the answer?
----
All in all
--------

Human

------

Love

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

We ride vast powers
Indiscriminately
----

Abusing and using
---

In the simple hands of Karma
-----
In Death's shadow
------
I see you

Why are you here?

-----

Our children have been driven
Mad
...

Hurt and hurting
--
Destroyed and destroying
-----
------

All in all
--
:/:
--

One humanity
----

Human beings
__

Love

Read this!   Read that!
No matter what
It's still the  same.....

.....Same ole

Pack a murderous thieves

And we.....
?
...
Watch em steal the world
And don't do a thing!
---
---
---
Adrift
.
The child!
--
The child watches the poem drifting and he would follow
Follow

If he knew how

--

Away!

Away from the dying songs
Away from the love hunger!
.
(The terror)

Mad Lonliness
And the Razor Blades
---

The wind blows
Look!
It's truly
Me!
..
The poem drifting
Thru DARK streets

We all are
The
.
Lonely CHILD
--
The wind blows
.
Blows

All the words away!
All the fake stories
..
The poisoned images!
.
The bombings and fake  bombings!

The LEADERS who do not lead!
The LOVERS who do not love !
The PRIESTS who know not god!
-
The WORD MASTERS who never say a thing
---
--
--
The
VULNERABLE
Day
...
We "wear" it
IT IS OURS!
.
We wander DARK streets
We chase the POEM

We chase an image of ourself

We follow the image HOME

Come follow the image home

that the deepest felt longing is

"LEAVE ME ALONE....!!!"

does not bode well

...
...
...

unless

(of course!)

you  understand

Angels needed

••
Must have experience
Of
Death and rebirth

•
will work with psychotic
And
Violence crazed public

Totally divorced from reality

•
•
Pay includes

Misery and grief

Plus

Spiritual satisfaction
If you are lucky

••

No need to apply

Just start!

Then you are on your own

Except for instructions given
In the depths of meditation

•

Also

Should the world end

At least you'll know you
Done your best


Should you succeed in any way

The satisfaction is yours

Broken down

•

(We all seen
We all heard)

••

-------   Haven't we?   -------

••

The child's in the gutter over there

At least have the decency
To throw him in the garbage can

••

Broken down

••

I don't know
Can it be?

••

YES IT IS

••

It's really hard to love a girl
Knowing you might have to
**** her and eat her for dinner

••

"NOT ME!""
-----------------   (Yeah, sure)

••

(--------   Just the kids.  --------)

••

Broken world

••
••

ANCIENT WISDOM BATTLES WITH THE CULTIVATED IGNORANCE

WE PROUDLY BARE

••

"What the ****"
She says
"I just got born!"

••

She

Innocent child

The missing piece to the puzzle here

Softly now
---   ---     ---     ---

Seldom do we get such a chance to speak

••

Come on in !     Sit down !

•

We don't gotta talk !

Just bein together is the thing

••
•
Dark

Dark shadows
shadows in the dark

Street!

( where?)

----

Where are we ?
Where we are

Where?

•••

Low

the lowing wind
Blows in seldom heeded reminders

Of something so hard to
Understand it can hardly be explained

••

That who we are and what we are and what we are supposed to be doing here are really just about the same thing

••

Just us

Bein together
Is all

•

So

Softly.

Softly now

••

Be your truths
Cast your spells
No one else

(Be yourselves)

Oh so well

Be yourselves

after the dyin

I

after all the dyin

--

she speaks in soft riddles

I

listen

--

we are so

tea bag useless

in this inane world

lets leave

--

i am a mountain

you seem so cloudlike

pure  

and real

--

i naked your

body's tender

fertility

with

whatever you want

--

what do you want?

--

riddle me softly

with true tears

--

let us see eachother

YOU and I

--

naked

--

body and mind

She wrote a poem to her old boyfriend

So that she would have a reminder of the BRUTALITY

••

The SWEETNESS of the pain!

•••

She wrote in honor of HER MASTERS

----

She wrote to tell them:

NO!---SHE WOULD NEVER TRY TO ESCAPE!

••

She cut herself so that she would look and feel ugly

And thus UNLOVABLE

••

This is how she knows they want her to be

••

(she does not dare try find out why)

••

She has *** with other girls to tell herself that life and *** are meaningless

••

All she knows is that she is supposed to suffer til dead

SHE GLADLY COMPLIES

••

She is a good little girl

•

She doesn't  mind

()    ()
:•:   <•>
&
~

Sounds like ****

-:/:-

Angry insistence on our RIGHT to be angry

( okay )

The RIGHT to ruthlessly retaliate (?)

COME LET'S WALK TOGETHER FOR AWHILE

••

hush /-: -/ wait

Until the children stop screaming

:-:

All the wisdom crumpled up
Thrown to the floor

/:/

The gentle simple humanity

( what's that -- ? )

COME WALK THE STARK NIGHT ON YOUR OWN

••

Little Joey Sweet Kiss
ain't here

Just the prostitutes and the pimps

And the johns and the pain

Yes the pain
The indescribable pain is here

(& you -- is that you there ?)

••

The pages -- torn pages
the monumentally vast pages

The pained poetical sensibilities

Torn and swirling
In the night winds eddies

Twisting grotesquely
In the alleyways

Where OUR children are sleeping

Wailing and weeping

WHO LEFT THEM THERE?

after the love and the lust and the games
That created them are too boring to be played

Out on THE STAGE anymore

••

and then of course

The years

Our Unfathomable sadness

Totally immune

To
Our rage and our fear

besides the sea  you cannot tell if there are warships approaching thru the mist

you cannot see the lies approaching from the propaganda machine

you cannot feel the terrible need you have to know for sure if someone really special is here incarnate

you can only know yourself

you can only know yourself thru the unbreakable power of your love

you are specially here

besides the mist

along the shore

with all the lovers

with me

no use in trying to explain a thing

(it is ALL so very obvious)

die if you want

i cant do a thing
why am i wasting time trying?

---

hello
poetry and song and free
people
who
know to live is to fight is to love
forever

and we are the people of the world

the world
__

i give you up

die if you want to

in a pile of stinking flesh if you want to
in a pile of dead dreams

in a pile of your childhood fantacies
looking like suffering children

if you want to

--

free

i give it up

your stupid life
is yours

die in peace

--



hello
poetry and song and free
people
who
know to live is to fight is to love
forever

and we are the people of the world

666
\/

Our visions are filled with
Unaccounted for
Tales of slaughter
•
The lingering images are sanitized or justified
••
We hurt each other
We don't even seem to notice
••
The cattle cars have been replaced by
Governmental Policy Papers
•
We send our children to high school
And watch them die
••
We spout forth our Freely chosen sound bytes
•

Nature itself has been destroyed

Hanging lynched from the TREE
--
Spinning turning

Writing love poems to anyone
We happen to see

ancient soliloquey
the wanderer!

do you know him?

(he is hardly in the "right tone and manner!")

he is seeking you to help him turn  his words into a semblance of a meaning that matters

he is seeking words that may describe you as a man
(neither "lover" nor "vampire")

he is seen most often at the dawn

----
----

ancient soliloquey

he has come and gone

but we know that he was here
and that he loved
only that he loved

.





what may happen , here (?)


WHO KNOWS ... ... (!)


::


An Open Heart


is truly necessary


If we would come together


EYE TO EYE


)(

)(


)(


The

WHOLE OF IT

seems to be collapsing !


:::


Come child !


You are far too young to face such

Questions


But

Your response  shall be called for


If we would


Survive

No more the world

••

Know the power of pure godliness

••

Eye within Eye

Wondrous things may unfold

(New creatures!

See them appear!)

••

All tomorrow's have been erased except for WAR

•••

WAR..........or....(?)

Yes!
Yes!

We DO
KNOW

What to do now!

••

Will we do it?

Who can say?

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

         ) )

(         )

••

Broken images
~~
Ain't seen a real woman in 1000 years !

AND WHAT ARE WE SELLING AS A

REAL MAN ?

///

Broken humanity

••

No heroes

No lovers

Only killers

Only the dead

••

Ain't seen you lately on the street

Don't think I will see you again

//

Some clown said " BOO !" & so we fled

Into the bedroom and locked the door

••

Tales of fake ******* fill the night

Hideously screaming

Songs of pain

••

Ain't seen a real person in 1000 years

Just broken images within an empty dream

constant

the images never fade

they just subtley slowly
lose
all meaning

__

"love"

never loses meaning

---------

if i say so

i will never leave you

----------

i am not an image

i am real

so this is it
such as it is
"so be it !'

if this is all there
is to it

--

this cant be it
(this lovelessness-
the stinking loveless
s--t that it is)

*hey you...what are you
eating?

lovelessness is stinking ugly
don't you know
why dont you bother
to ask yourself
for yourself
if not for me

"just why it is
like this"

--

so this is it
such as it is
"so be it !'

if this is all there
is to it

comes the children thru the darkness
comes the men and the women as children
again

WE SHALL NOT JUST FADE AWAY!

let them steal the money
we refuse to give  "the money"
meaning

WE SHALL NOT JUST FADE AWAY!

we are "the beginning"
(new or old)
we are "the end"

comin thru the darkness
standin
completely

WE ARE THE ONLY POSSIBILITY!

we are the men, the women, the children

THE LIFE?.....
........
this very one
...
SING YOUR SONG
-------
we enter the world
child-like
why are there so many of "US"
here?
--
.........we look like children...............
--
how we deceive!!
-------------
ah child
FLEE!
FLEE FROM THESE
WELL OILED LIARS
..........
AH CHILD
.........
sing your song

love
(without loving)

truth
(without seeking)

god
(without caring)

--

who is raising the children?

--

the lost soul staggers

the rain alleys
of despair bleed

homeless soldiers
putrid politicians

eating from garbage cans

--

the mountain vision

remains

the pilgrim road

shimmering

the heart

beats the eternity

into living shape

--

who is raising the children?

--

love
truth
god

--

raising the children

dont need nothin fancy
no deep trauma
no tears

just you

--

nothin hysterical
no shadowy tirades

just you

--

can ya do it?

maybe
maybe

--

love me now

love

love me now

just you

--

nothin fancy

just you

nothin fancy

the LAST LOVE SONG

dribbles down his cheek

the  LOST LOVERS' MOAN

rips the sky atwain

WE NEVER DARED TO SAY WHAT WE REALLY WANTED

maybe we never knew?

MAYBE WE DID!

maybe we knew we didn't want eachother
why would anyone want another?

we thought that's what people did

it was only something
"people did to one another"

(LOVE......that is)

the LAST LOVE SONG

the one with no meaning
dribbles from her mouth

the LOST LOVERS' MOAN

just slides right down

her dress to the street

WE NEVER DARED TO SAY WHAT WE REALLY WANTED

maybe we never knew?

MAYBE WE DID!

maybe we do
right now

MAYBE SOMEDAY
WE'LL SAY

MAYBE SOMEDAY

.................and all lovers?
(so still)

searching for reasons to be
searching for eachother still

amid the ruins and remnants
and the images that scare and scar us
continuously

...............still lovers?
(we are so still)

trembling slightly

remembering

what it is we are

and why "things" are the
"way they are" and what it is
that we still believe

of the Birthright
and
of the Name

................and all lovers?

I still

love you for the "risks" you take
trembling slightly
so fearlessly

////NAKED WATERFALL////
--

(His GAZE)

Window
to

Street

••

Is he holding
His
****

In his hand?

WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS IS  ?!?!?!

••••••

Is there a dead woman behind him
Lying on the bed?

NO THERE IS NOT !!!!!

••••••
••••••

All there is is what
HE
Sees!

All he sees is what
He

Is looking for

••••
••••

Yes! Yes!

(It's come to THIS)

••

(it always DOES

Come to THIS)

••••
••
•
NAKED

(The WATERFALL)

He

Follows the water to the street

Silhouetted shapes

---

Imbedded in the beauty here

••

(Little child on the sands
Crying out for love)

Child of the Rain ---
Trying to  ---  appear

Trying to  ---  become
MAN

••

Grasping for the

POWER

Truly His

••
••

(There's only one game in town
You surely must know this by now)

Silhouettes of ancient sober musings on the meanings and the glories

Of raw existence in emergence perpetually

••

Yes!  Yes! !

Here you are!

•

YOU ARE THE ANSWER
SEEKING THE QUESTION WHICH BROUGHT YOU HERE

bound to the task of making

THAT question

Perfectly clear

••

(Our lives are NOT poems no one wants to read!)

••

I've sat --- looking out the window
I've stood by the gate looking  --- down the road

I've walked the road hoping to meet you there

NOW I sit in the CENTER OF TOWN

Watching the beauty

And seeing in the shadows and shades
And silhouetted shapes

You a' coming back to me

(                
•
                       )

^^^                                                           ­ 
••

I have just read an article showing how most / if not all /

Of the school shootings of the past

20 years / have / as  their  cause /

****** jealously and ****** humiliation/

and the acceptance of     Revenge       as a means of

recapturing Self Esteem

And that the factor of narcissistic possessiveness

that is being promoted in the schools

is the main source of

this dysfunctional behavior

••

••

I ( of course ) thought of        The lovers !         Of HP

and their willing participation in the murderous dysfunctionality

of society and their purposeful distortion of what

Love really is ////

Taken as a whole

Our poetry is one big

******* !

thrown up in the face of LIFE

//

And is it any wonder one senses LIFE

replying

******* TOO !

::::::

This is called KARMA

:::::::

I
( of course )

Do not enter the fray but remain

LOVING AND SUPPORTIVE

••

But with every single DEATH

in the battlefield called Earth

I think of HP

and our careless words

and the Halloween Hatred

disguised as Love

and the wasted humanity of our

Uselessness

and our REAL PARTICIPATION

in the killings

and of our collective guilt

AND SHE IS WATCHING.......

and oftimes............speaks
(softly...will you hear?)

gentle on the breezes
images of
what  you want

in and out of focus

BUT
SHE  IS ALWAYS
HERE

and who has the courage to be known?
to merge mountains together with the street?

to know you have mothered or fathered
THAT  child

every child

any child

...................SHE
IS
.......WATCHING

will you speak to her

SHE IS WAITING

who else is she waiting for?
who else does she want?
who else can help her?
who does she need?

o
O  O
/      000        \
/      \

--

Another chance !

-----

Everybody knows
DEATH
is here

••

I
LOVE

---

We wander  thru

The decay of our morality
... of any sense
Of a universal experience

••
We say

I SHALL LOVE YOU FOREVER !

••

All we love is contained in the word _I
(Our narcissistic infatuation with ourselves )

LOVE ---- ?
( we never describe its real power )
OR ITS RESPONSIBILITY

-YOU- ?
--
We address our love to an unknown --- YOU
( never will  we say HIM or HER)

For then we would have to actually describe the person
Make the person REAL
Show that there is something there that has any substance
That has a life outside the narcissism that
in fact destroys
--

FOREVER

How we mask the superficiality of our lives !
We use these meaningless throw-away words
To mask the hollow feeling that our use of
the word -LOVE - described

To mask our ugly
marcissistic

Possessiveness

•••

Huddled together

We await

The DOOM that shall Soon Sweep over
The world

••

Poets !

So safe !

In the warm embrace

Of our mutual

Mediocrity

--

Come

I LOVE

It is so simple to be free

Lonely

•

The star in the sky

The
Light in the Eye

//://

(Lovely)

••

Total *******

My love!

Total surrender

(Merge and mate)

••

DEEP IN THE BOWELS OF POVERTY

LIES THE ANSWER TO IT ALL

••

(The poor man is BLACK

The rich man----WHITE)

••

That's what the Holy Mother
Said

To me

••
••

We wander all roads

We cross all bridges

We embrace anybody
On any

Street

••

(You know who we are!)

••

We know who we are

We know what to say

After the grafittied wall

Has been washed clean

And all false love is gone

••

KNIGHTS OF THE ROIND TABLE!

CHILDREN OF GOD!

GUARDIANS FROM THE HIGHER DIMENSIONS!

(Any myth will do------
Call yourself whatever you choose----)

••

Just
Don't

Be afraid

To talk to me

•••

(The lost child on the street

Is in a hurry to be found

My friend)

­      

/////

                                                               ­    ( don't YE feel it ? )

/"/"/"/

( naah ---- I don't feel NUTHIN - man )                                              

( • )

wow

Big biker shoot out in Texas

Wow

//

( when you are done saying

Wow

You may return to your poetry )

::||::

Wow

The difference between a

Biker gang

and the

Police

Was what ? again ......?

//

Of yeah

They forgot to turn the cameras on

//

Now shut up and go back to sleep but

Don't forget to say

Wow

A few more times to prove

You are insincere

••

••

slaves moving slowly down the street

From the ******* to the factory

And back again

//

Wow

.....bury themselves
As

A singular act of pretentious penance

And as a zombie gift to Baal
--

Baal
aka
Jesus
--

God of greed and cowardice
---

The One young girl

Knows
..

The dead will seek to find her

When they are hungry

--

To the dead

Truth is a very

Frightening thing!

the moving over the land of those that were free in the heart

it's over now!

no-one is free

to be free to seek that which frees is the subtlest form of slavery

i know you now sweet lass
your child only he can love anyone anymore

seeking freedom we look unto a lover and not his love

being free we love

i see you everywhere sweet lass your face her face his...


soon.....the mass insurrection and riots and nuclear wars

men seeking to be free!

slaves only these!

moving over the land some vast desease of the heart

it's over now!

someone breathes

listen!

someone is

be he

'




A

Song on the breeze


A child of the

Meadowlands


Where the


Wild flowers

Breathe



"  •• "
~~


Oh soul ( dear mother ! )

:/:

I am

A poor gentle man

::

Why am I afraid

Of the police ?


)(


Gentle girl


Born into a world


Of impure fanatacism

Called religion

//

come

Walk and talk to me

""
• """

I turned on the tee vee

Screaming
Yelling

Was it the Terrorism !

No


Just the political debates

(A form of religion )

••

Then I watched

ULTIMATE FIGHTING

for awhile

then (?)

Hours of ******* !

//

Such a civilizing day !!

••


••


terrorism

••

••

••

Gentle girl


Oh yes


So very gentle



.

we are "on fire"
(we lust for love)

we have
forgotten
everything

we are "on fire"
we have no trust

in eachother
(why should we?)

the wildest night
the widest prairee

(the
simplicity)

pretending
we
may

survive
(is all)

to survive!

(WITH NO HONOR OR LAW)

we are on fire
on fire on fire

we are

really

on fire

we

the fooled

poetically sterile
(all poetry is)

sterile

if divorced from
revolutionary
sensibility

for it is this
which transforms

reality into images
and then back again

into real people
who maintain
sustain

and nurture eachother
and the world

or
as what's his name said
(well, i guess
everything gets said
eventually)

but you must say it completely
to everyone

wherever it is

you chance to meet

reasonably

we go "forward" and "toward"

we master our curiosity
and become "real"

we love or hate obama
as we should

--------

counting pennies

(it all adds up)

reasonableness

an honorable quality

forward and toward

the goal  ahead

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

soon we shall all be dead

and won't have to feel no more