under a new dispensation

G. O. D.

is now a conglomerate
corporate organization

L. O. V. E.

is "the price paid"
for another day

under the new dispensation
------------

AND TO THINK I THOUGHT
YOU'D MIGHT GET ANGRY!!!
-------------

survival

L. I. F. E.

slaves with a view

under the new dispensation
---------------

eating away all UNION
all human conversation

stealing all dignity

like pigs in a sty

eating the slops
thrown to us

genetically altered

inhuman beings

and the beauty and the song

amid the beautiful and the singing

we are the only questions
that are also
the answerings

we have all the powers
if we love

and stop crawling for the money the money! the MONEY!!

we have such beautiful answers!
we are so beautifully singing!

but then

we get tired

we turn on tee vee and watch fox news

and stay dead

so peacefully
as they teach us to think

of the money the money! the MONEY!!

the formulaic...........how  drab!

events so monumental
(and overwhelming!)

petty egos
broken on the gulf coast beaches

(OUR BEACHES!)
-------------

drifting on the summer breezes

BESIDES DEATH, TELL ME
"WHAT?" , MY FRIEND
is drifting on the summer breezes

tell me........
.....
tell me
..................
.............tell me

IF YOU, TOO, ARE ,

IF YOU, TOO

IF YOU.......!
..........................ARE HERE!
-----------

it's quite lonely
in "the trenches"

behind the barricades
who does listen

to the heart
..................the heart.............

the bursting broken heart!
---------

the formulaically protected egos
the individualized and protected
petty egos that we all are

yield up  our formulaic defences

and

COME FORTH!

the outer realms of sanctity

the gentle vision meets
the broken heart

say!

havent you learned anything?

---

the ***** ******* of the 60's

was anctually a person

and not just an  image

---

what has been forgotten?

---

the broken naked child

---------

we

--------

the outer realms of sanctity

shimmer unto the appearance

of reaching hands

which would become real

if we let them

****** beyond being ******!

berkeley.

into a bar trips i.

eyeing the "foxy babe" over there.

about an hour..

feeling stupid

go outside!

the magnificence of the stars
and the air on my cheek and the silence
from the **** music!!!

and myself!!

MY SELF IS HERE!

in the stillness
in the silence

looking back at the bar.

DEATH AND RE-BIRTH ON THE STREET.

i think of the hippie girl who lets me stay with her

a song comes to my mind

"i will never love you
the cost of loves too dear
but though i'll never love you
i'll stay with you one year

and we'll sing in the sunshine....
................etc"

yes......!  i do, even i
can.................see!

one year.......

i must find out who she is so i can be who i am

one whole year

TOTAL RESPONSIBILITY
........
it turned out to be real easy
cause it was exactly what i always
wanted to do

it was what i always knew myself to be

standing up for the weakest
we find what is the deepest strength

commited to what is really real

unemployed people don't deserve unemployment benefits...........they're not working because they are lazy"
..................................sarah palin
------
------

they are shooting the "stray dogs" in the streets

all those who are not
"well connected"

all those
not "protected"
by the police state....
.............
such as me
__

if you see my corpse
best throw it in some dumpster

it is litter
and we must "keep the streets clean"

case sarah and her entourage
just happen to pass by

we are
                                                               drifting

so far from home

( we are )

So far from home                                      

••
••

Hey I know your name

It's

LITTLE MISS  LONELY CHILD

//

the winds hit your cheeks

some say you are crying

//

( Drifting

Drifting )

••

so far from home                                  

//
//

                 You

Have learned to see so far

You              

have come to sense all Reasons

beginning to know

just who you are

••

Starting to understand your freedom

////

On the wild periphery

Where all true souls are gathering

Away from the subtle games they teach

That lead to only slavery

///

WE ARE DRIFTING DRIFTING DRIFTING !

to the center of LIFE ITSELF

with no regrets
No hesitation

Drifting

•

So far from home

To

wherever the pure road leads

To be
whatever is needed now

WE ARE THE HUMAN RACE

and we ain't goin anywhere else

Than to our own true EARTH

no matter what the War Lords say

//

We are drifting

Drifting free

And free we shall remain

.



Hunting knife strapped to her ankle

Across her shoulders

Mystic bow and arrow

#

If you betray her

Believe me !

She don't write no pathetic

Teary poem about it

And post it to strangers !


//


( she would just realize she made a mistake in trusting you

And move on )

HER LIFE IS REAL

//

We meet at midnight in the hills

//

We exchange any wisdom gathered

In our attempt to produce

Strong children to face tomorrow

//

Clad in furs and antler horns

( or so it seems on the poetic level )


Quite ordinary really

Except for the REAL FIRE

In her eyes of love


//


She has not become stupid like most if us


She doesn't play games with love

Or emotions

Or

The fear of being needy

//

love ?


•

Well sure

//


Why not ?

••
•       •
•      v        •
~

/     (    (    \

       )  )

(          )

                                             ­                 My dream girl

•      •

She wanders  
                                                       //

When first she saw me I was glad

( I never had been seen before )

••                    

She seems to know some things

Like

                                           What is really going on

( LOVE )

•      •

We sit together saying nothing

( What is there to say ? )

//::://

We wander

I seen her talking to this boy

The light was shining in his eyes

For the very first time !

//

We shall never change

I wonder if we shall survive

It really doesn't matter none

Wisp of smoke

The poem writhes and sheds ****** words
As it tries escape into the alleyway

But the high school clowns

Wavin their ****** razor blades
And with their filthy saliva drooling down from their mouths

Are chasin the poem down

In murderous imitation of the Police

••

Wisp of smoke

The poem

Weakened by the close contact with the insanity

Buries itself in the garbage

Forgetting that this is what the high school clowns
Love to eat

And he is found!

••
••

After it is violently destroyed

The high school clowns go on their way

Chanting their victory song

NO TRUTH ALLOWED
NO TRUTH ALLOWED
NO TRUTH ALLOWED

and then go home to
Mutilate themselves

what is needed.......?

AND WHO SHALL EVER KNOW?

hidden feelings

in the alley-images the
returning soldiers face the true
nature of the abomination called amerikka

homeless and untreated!



hidden peoples

we

are the mothers and fathers
sisters and brothers

of every human in the world

AS IF WE DONT KNOW!

let us a tell the truest story

revealing

the naked horror

of the beast

We are here
..

Human
--

Know us if you want

If you dare

We are here fore a purpose

(Have you heard ?)

ghoulish

from out the shadows

ghoulish

we are the lovely, the timid

we are those who wait

for heros and saviors and saints

and see!....what comes!

these!

ghoulish approximations of men

--------

(our children love vampires)

----------

we are so ghoulishly enslaved to the mirror

we are so immersed in the necessity

not to appear "outlandish"

to not believe in 'conspiracy"

or the "criminal conduct of elected white officials"

to simply become

as THEY

---

ghoulish

they come

ghoulishly

we

slink back to the shadows

and call the ghouls

heros and saviors and saints

.


I don't know

::

Should I fall in love with this girl I know

Or

With this boy and become gay

Or maybe just vote for Donald Trump

;;

It's hard to decide anything today

;;

Ah

Troubled times

So many hard decisions a man 'a gotta make

;;

Instead of just bloated genitsls

I wish god gave us a brain  


Yeah


I think

We could surely use some brains


.

Say---watcha doin, little man?
--
Petty
---
the
Abusive stance
The
Inflicted pain
--
Every day
----
--
Sands of time
.
The burying
.
(Dead)
---
Walking around with no heart and no head
..
Petty
---
--
Come
Please

Life is good

Come

You are wanted
Surely
You are needed
Now

******* man walk
(The night
.
The lover)
--
******* man sees what he wanna
--
You ain't there no
More
You?
No more!
---
--
You gotta a problem
Girl!
_
Ya done run out on family
Run out on humanity
.
******* man hardly standin
But he truly understands
The nature
A your pain
---
******* man walk
Everyone sees

They turn away
Knowin he sees
--
******* man walk

Causin ya grief

Cause ya know he sees your pain

cowards with a lot of money
talk loud

but little transient *** smokers fight their wars

cowards with lips of honey

cowards with a lot of money

come november you can choose
the lesser of the evils- two

**** the heinie you cant refuse

hey hey

hey!

9-11!
its today!!!

when you were the most betrayed

and who then'll
vamoose with the papooses
eh?
.
who then'll be the Big Cheese
in the mountains in the face of god
.
with the papoose most famous for his "terrible ways?"
.
who then'll rage against the Evil?
.
(you know i know you know
what i mean!)
.
bein a part of the machine
that eats the world!
we
.
stupid, puny yet, still
in good moments, displaying
what's exactly needed
right now

.                                                        .



                         )  
•
(                




^~^~^~^

YE read a love poem here and YE think

This poem could not possibly

Have been written by a woman !

( though thus it is made to seem )

•

The IMAGE produced is usually one

Of a SATANIC RITUAL

Like in the movies

EYES WIDE SHUT

or

THE STORY OF O

Of a debased and humiliated woman

( though she is made to seem PROUD of the role ---

--- as in our love poems )

In some MALE DOMINATED SATANIC

State of helplessness

Naked

Chains attached to her completely exposed

Shaved and man handled ******

Being dragged around as a *** slave

Thru the flames of hell

With everyone gazing on

( as we readers do ! )

In solemn and religious poses

of profound respect

For the proceedings ! )

///

WHY DO THE POEMS PRODUCE THESE IMAGES ?

//

Well

They almost always depict a " naked " exposure

Of a woman's sexuality

( as if that picture is all a woman is ! )

Crying out in some way

To a nameless  and undescribed

MALE DOMINANT FORCE

( SATAN )

or /// as desguised in the poem , an almighty

( YOU ! )

To whom the woman is seen to be

TOTALLY DEPENDANT on !

::

Crying out so pathetically

For

A text !

A visit !

A touch !

To produce for her

SAFETY !

OBSCURITY !

( it's just US and no one else ! )

A MEANING  !

( as if she can't create one  herself ! -- poor baby ! !

BUT (?)
MAYBE (?)

OH (!)

HE ...  !

IS HERE  !

( thank god for him
Thank him for god !  )

//

/:/

What you see in your mind

Is the emergence of a picture

Of a

Pathetic loathsome wretch

( coming closer and closer !!

Clearer and clearer !! )

Surrounded by flames

::

Screaming

I LOVE .... YOU !  --- nameless Satanic Power )

BELIEVE ME !

( religious words ! )

HELPLESS !

DRUGGED !

CRYING !!

***** !

( thinking

Only the next **** will ease the pain of this one ! )

""

The image approaches

Explodes into BLOOD

And ends in SUICIDAL DEATH !

..

Such a picture !

Such a Vision !

over and over and over again !

/..:

And on   // HOT ONES

you might read

10 or 15 of them in a row !!

100's and 1000 's of likes

....

THIS IS HOW WE LIKE TO SEE WOMEN !!!!

( and no woman complains !!! )

..

So who is writing these poems

( WE KNOW ONLY PERVS LIKE READING THEM )

//

The only possible answer is

SATAN HIMSELF

come to debase and humiliate the SANCTITY

OF WOMAN

and hence

THE SANCTITY OF CHILDBIRTH

and hence

THE SANCTITY OF HUMANITY

and ultimately

THE SANCTITY OF GOD

;;

and we

The BROTHERHOOD AND SISTERHOOD

OF POETS .......... (?)

...

We  LOVE it !!

betrayed

who was it, suppossed to be here?

i followed the song and the sound

i vanished into the vast center
where only death exists

and what was there?

POWERLESSNESS!

no......nothing but
NOTHING!

oh, well

i'd do it again the same

if only for the sense  
of

true destiny

and the knowing of what it is

to be

a


MAN

.



break down ******
Break down        ****** you

Break down ******
Over and over again


Break down
Break down

Break down ****** you

Break down ******

Over and over again



White ****** black ******

Everyone a ******

Crawling neath the table
Of the corporate man

Hey ******
Why don't YE a grow a little bigger


Get off your knees

And take a stand

Break down
Break down


Break down ****** you

Break down the ****** inside of you

Break down the ******

and know  the truth


Over and over again  




.

What you doin girl?  I sez
--

Erry night
Out there

****** suckin run amuckin
Screamin yellin
never actually rebellin
--
Bashin yer head INTA brick walls
Tryin ta grab errybody boy by da *****!

Cuttin yer wrists with razor blades!
*******!
Yer full insane!

OH DAD!
YE KNOW IM JES TRYIN TA FIT IN WITH ME PEERS
LIKE YA TAUGHT ME TO
.
JEST LIKE YOU DO!

------
I put down my newspaper

Full a

Wars drone airplanes bombers
Bankers ******* rings and corrupt
Politicians bankers businessmen
You know

All the real things

And I thought

She's right

We all  
All of us

Just slaves!

Comedy
---

We laugh at the pain all around
Trying

(So hard!)

Not to
FEEL

••

Shadows move but if we don't look up ............(?)

••

If we keep our eyes firmly fixed in the gutter ...:...(?)

••

Maybe we won't see the eyes of mister death.........(?)

••
•

Shall I write a poem about an imaginary lover ?

Should I tell you of my imaginary suffering when I imagined that she left me & broke my imaginary heart?

Then you can imagine that you are sensitive

You can imagine that you feel my pain

You can turn me on to your imaginary god

••

The PIG FARM OF AMERIKKKA

Enslaves us completely

••

The pain it produces is not imaginary

Nor is the love needed to overcome

••

If you'd be honest I would meet you anywhere

the broken vase

the ludicrous image and the sun

sentenced to reality
we seek escape in the brothel of the world
where tender youth is bartered, sold
and ultimately destroyed
and they become as us

one with the ultimate sin
of poverty

naked we come and naked we go
but in the meantime we are
hardly more than liars
pimping dead images and the sun

hoping all who see us
become sick with sadness
as they succumb to grief

we cudda been lovers
but we couldn't contend
with the sense of full
responsibility

ultimately only pure strength remains

after the destruction
of the world

Lies so flimsy

Let us enter

Flimsy lies

(So safe)

••

Within the flimsy lies

They will see us

And know we are frightened and leave us alone

••

Like a high school girl

Wallowing

On the floor

Wallowing in our **** and blood

Wallowing in our flimsy lies

Crying safely on the floor

Being for them what they want

Wallowing in our **** and blood

They see us wallow and so they

Leave us alone

And we are safe

/ | \
•

Sun

•

The will of MAN is broken

We shall die

••

I love to see the WILD WOMAN dance the dawn

•

Soft *******

Free hands

••

You  !

(Yeah YOU! )

••

What the ******* doin ?

Really

••

The WILL of man is broken

We are dead

•

Soft *******

Gone to waste

••

The WILD WOMAN has been captured

And her children are ******


•

You are her children

•

The will of man is broken

--

What does this mean?

Drip drop.

****** seconds fall like a high school love into mad disarray

••

We hold precious what we can

We do what we do

••

I yield

I yield myself

Totally

To you

••

(We shall die you know
If we keep on this way)

••

The wild fierce butcher is loosed

••

I see into the shadows

Ah!

YOU!

Hiding!

••

One last time

On last try for the kingdom

One real

"I love you"

That's what we need!

stepping up!

no!......not to the "plate"
(this is not a baseball game
or a corporate dinner!)

silly pretentions!
awkward in their murderous possiblities!

DO YOU EVEN CARE?

walking green strands in central park with children well in hand and letting them know how fully they are loved

this is simple!
what is it!?

pretend !....  pretend!!.........pretend!!!

as do all those
on the corporate payroll

DO YOU EVEN CARE?

stepping out

into the frozen night pregnant with simple loving possibilities

are you here?

stepping up!

no ....!
not to FEAR and not to GREED and not to HATE
but to eachother!

DO YOU EVEN CARE?

here we are

stepping into the universe and its unalterable laws

i know you know full well what i mean for we all were once children well in hand in central park and loved

DO YOU EVEN CARE?

well
well well
well

.........after all the the poems
the question remains awaiting your answer

DO YOU EVEN CARE?

inquiring souls
long to know

.



Reading the poetry of the dumb *****

Trying to cram a boy

Into the steel trap vacancy

Of their meaningless lives

While I probe into the lines

Hoping to find a remnant

Of something human



/////
//              //

||

the gentle power

( creation )

The saint in celestial wisdom

Gazes into the pulsations of grace and humility

That linger amid

The countless assassinations

That are the mark of the world's depravity

•


dumb **** life !

The loveless pretensions !

( no one is really here at all )

)(

Just a bunch of kids

Getting ready to be *****

//

By others

And by themselves !

//

The stream that flows by the cabin door

)(

The pure maiden !


//

Alive in the healing magic of her art !

)(

The tenderest memories !

)(

And we ALL are there

::

The young boys and girls !

The sacred words !

The wealth amid the poverty

)(

We DO understand !


////

Along the broken dream streets

We stumble

Some

Trying to escape madness into the

Hearts of each other


Most trying to find solace

In the exicitment of pain

And the herd mentality

Of terminal indifference

•••


Child !

Be ready to choose


Even l am mortal

And will be here for only a little while more !

|||

So

Don't get slimed by a dumb ****

And their promises of numbness

As a form of peace !

We are the warriors

;;

The stream flows by the cabin door


See the pure maiden !

Find the love that is true


You are ALWAYS welcome there


.

and the tired humongous ******* symbol of a day
THE ANCIENTLY DISCOVERED BANK ACCOUNT

the truth of ******* breast luv lust greed and generosity

AND YOU AND I

WHO SIMPLY GET BORN
LIVE AND DIE

And watch the baseball games

SELAH!

(and sometimes....

our children)

SOMETIMES!

and the hope and the prayers for peace

hidden somewhere

in our "portfolios"

my mother was a *******

(the greatest honor
on the tree)

--

i always wondered why

"after shooting the sheriff"

he

DIDN'T

"shoot the deputy down"

--

fig-ments
and
fact-ments

a dollar a day laborer

poisoned rain

--

at the
"end of the day"

the day ends

busted children remain
in jail

eating popcorn

i learned that
from teevee

ah....see!

little dorcas from the orphanage!

so sweet!
so sweet little dorcas
she who loves me cause i love her
and pick her up and hold her when she is afraid

little little dorcas!

she was ***** when she was eight years old
it took me 2 years to gain her trust
so that she would even accept a  touch

now she lets me pick her up

sweet sweet little dorcas!

joey and mary are her friends
they protect her and defend her from
the fears she does not need

(or does she?)

sweet little dorcas from the orphanage
with her sometimes frozen stare
sweet little dorcas from the orphanage
who sometimes doesn't even know i'm there

(but i am)

years and years and years and years

and me and little dorcas

below the stars

since it is natures's way

that we love the one we are

doing the hanky panky* with

.......
.......

perhaps we should be more
careful about

who we are doing the

hanky-panky with!

.....
.....

DUH!

.......
.......

perhaps we should love everyone

and then do the hanky-panky* with

the one we know we should be doing

the hanky-panky* with!!

....
....

DUH!!

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

*
i used originally a 3 letter word for"hanky-panky"
but it seems to have been censored

aint no rhythm
aint no rhyme
we **** babies
they pay us
we so poor
we so poor
we so
god-****

killer poor

.........so pay us
-------------

work in da factory
work in da third world war
be a **** or be a *****
aint no reason
nor rhyme

we both so evil
or not what the hell






HOW CAN  SOMETHIN BE NUFFIN!

OR NUFFIN BE  SOMETHIN?

ONLY THE GRAT MEN KNOW!!!!!!

so much a da
cacca
around

aint no place
cacca cant be found

cacca here cacca there
is there  a face
on which
no caacca can be found?????
cacca here!
cacca there!
cacca in yer underwear!!!

NO NO NO!!

NO NO NO !!!!!!!
NO NO KNOW NO

is cacca,,,....,,,all around!
all is cacca!!!!!


aint no rhythm
aint no rhyme
we **** babies
they pay us
we so poor
we so poor
we so
god-****

killer poor

.........so pay us
-------------

work in da factory
work in da third world war
be a **** or be a *****
aint no reason
nor rhyme

we both are evil
you see
or not
what the hell
--

oh rhythm
!
oh..........................rhyme!

i love ta see ya naked
i love ta see ya naked
i love ta see ya  naked

until i love you an i do

then i say

put yer clothes on...lady

put your aura on.... lady

put your lovers on........... baby

but dont ye ever
try
to put me on!
----

aint no rhythm
aint no rhyme
we **** babies
they pay us
we so poor
we so poor
we so
god-****

killer poor

how can you

ever pay us?

how can you.........
ever pay us?

what can you pay us with


aint no rhythm
aint no rhyme
we **** babies
they pay us
we so poor
we so poor
we so
god-****

killer poor

.........so pay us
-------------

work in da factory
work in da third world war
be a **** or be a *****
aint no reason
nor rhyme

jesus is dead

corporate financial thieves are given
billions of dollars

and you

(powerless)

as slaves

--------

writing poetry

telling tales of

petty foolish puppy love

raised to the nth degree

of inanity

-------

jesus is dead

god is silent

except in the occasional bursts of inspiration

when someone

remembers

to be human

Subtle the presented lie
The remnants of truth
Artfully buried

We
Are eagerly anticipating
An escape route to appear

Freeing us (again)
From any actual responsibility

-----

Oh my Love what have we done?

----

What are we now in our bitter Lonliness?

--------
•••
--------
We  know

Even in the high school corridors
(Our  infantile thinking processeses)

That we have become
Cheap
False
Duplicitous
Afraid

To stand up
To stand our ground
Against real and not merely imaginary
Enemies

To protect
Real and not merely imaginary loves and lovers
And love's creation
( the children of the world)
-
-•-
-
I SEE YOU!

YOU SEE ME!

-----

True nakedness

-----

Midst the corpse embraces of alienated youth
Who make love to their slit wrists and the memory
Of meaningless kisses
And empty words meant only to hurt and enslave

••••


Bombs are falling from every orifice
Of body
Mind
&
Sky

••••

The drug of choice

-------

If you'd be real then you must really be
What you are
As intended
From any beginning that you percieve
As the moment of creation

---

In truth

It is only we
Who are known
For fierce fire and loyalty

To the Power of our
Perfect Form

Our undying gratitude fore mere existence

And the grace of love and its possibilities
Who dare shape the days ahead
Into a viable home for a Tomorrow
That may nurture and give shape
To the intended heaven-to-be-here
Haven for the dreamy eyes of our blessed children

THIS is the responsibility we may take
And not avoid as we have done before
If we'd in truth become as human

Become as gentle creatures who
Are no more afraid of death than afraid of truth
Who only live to be here with all

You with me
I with you

In the embrace of the sacredness
The sacred words
The sacred breath

//////

Enchained since puberty

Enchained in manic mutilating scorn

We

Mystic playmates

Of eachother and the gods

••

Drifting
The mountains
We

Are the waters and the years

••

SEED SEED SEED SEED

••

The garden and the gardener

•

Adam and Eve

The fountain

We who make the creation

LAST

Thru all contingencies

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Little tiny beings born to love

To nurture and sustain

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••
we
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Enchained since puberty

created a need for TRUST

And allowed

Demons to enslave

All the righteous powers that were ours alone

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BATHE !

In the RIVERS OF GOD

IN EACHOTHER'S FRAGRACES!

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Nothing else must touch
Or
Define you on any way

•

Be

Lovely and free

Be

The ONE who shall ASCEND

dissolving all pain and chains

Into

Magical faces !

And gentle strength

we say so little
(we must be
.....sorely afraid!)

PRENTEND!

(forever the Child!)

WE are safe but
REAL CHILDREN
...................are
.................................­.......NOT!!

imagine images of

imaginaryLovers
.....................pretending
to be "making love!"

WE
..................say so little
these days

WE
do so little

knowing Absolutely Nothing


as WE

seek only to
feel safe

in these

PRETENDING TO BE LOVERS

.....Pretending-to-be
Making-Love

days!

Tentatively speaking
In half truths and riddles
The tiny guru
Invades the garden
.
The garden's been invaded
By half truths and riddles
.
The tiny guru's in the garden
------
__
(My daughter's gone!
My magic spell's been broken
Weeds weeds
Oh my garden!)
----

we are the stuff our myths are made of

FAITH  OH FAITH
DO NOT ABANDON ME NOW

THE CHILDREN CRY OUT
AGAINST THE HORROR

I AM HERE DRESSED  ONLY
IN
MY SACRED VOW

.....
.....
......
Tentatively speaking
....
The guru's in the garden
Such a tiny guru
Such a big garden
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*** (  )))        
    /(     )\
    /\  

                                                        ( bent outta shape )

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REAL QUESTION
--
would having *** with a SHEEPLE
make you guilty
of the sin of

******* ?

/: /

If so

Since most of us don't stand up
against  
TYRANNICAL , CHILD KILLING AMERIKKKA

We are SHEEPLE !

and if having *** with

SHEEPLE
Is

*******

is it any wonder that our

Dalliances
Aren't blessed by god ?

what is it you want?"

visions of angels
of junkies

of prostitutes

of me?

--
what now is it?
--
we.......
--
come

let us live together forever

why not?
---
simple the song

every night

everyone
--
"hey, me ole man!"
"hey, babe!"
--
why not?

every night

every one
--

it's easy to be real you know

Have YA fallen in love"
Today?

Best hurry!
----

Else ya might stay free
-

Ya might start

"Thinkin and feelin"
For yourself

And get yer stupid *** thrown in jail
-----

Lady gaga sings
Lady gaga sings

Waves around her "things"

Her incorporated *****
*** machine
-----

Hurry hurry!
..

Fall in love
And misery

Before its too late !

And ya start ta think and feel

And get yer stupid *** thrown in jail

Candy  House blues!

Come on Hansel!
Come on Gretel!
-
Get the Hell outa there
Before ya start ******* on the floor!
///
CANDY
CANDY
CANDY!
  
Makes ya feel so Dandy!
---
'Til ya realize
Ya just can't get
Your bloated lovers'
Egos

Back out the Door'
----
it's the
CANDY HOUSE BLUES!!

ya got the
CANDY HOUSE BLUES
-/---/

Ain't nothin new

The CANDY HOUSE BLUES!

i walkin down da street
a man jump out da alleyway
and
stab dat der man inna chest wit a ice pick!

dat man den run away!
dat der man....fall down!

da crowd come der
"why dat man lyin down so?" dey ask

(no-one unnerstans!)

den dat man come back!
says...."it's cause a da ice pick in his chest
he lie dere!"

an he reached down an yank
dat ice pick outa da man's chest!

"hurray, hurray!"
da crowd cheer

but dat der man he no get up!!!

"ungrateful *******!!!!!!!!"

so da crowd start kickin
dat der man!

whille dat other man walk away
to the cheers a da crowd!

now what i think is dis

dat it weren't JES da ice pick why he lie  dere!!!!

i think da ice pick DONE somethin to dat dere man!!!

SAY, WHAT DA YOU THINK?

He held up his umbrella 'gainst the hurricane
...
Trapped in proscribed solutions
Unable to react intelligently
---
Revolution?
(Shall we?)
---
No no !
Walk on
---
Stand naked on the rain?
-
Well yes
That's a start
----
All the umbrellas be blown away!
...

No protection!
.
Now
--
What possibilities are here?
..
Isn't there one thing left to do?

the deaf

seeking the "quickie"

the heartless

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

who the prostitutes, who the wives?

where are lovers to go

now that honor is gone?

-----------

where will we be
in 30 years?

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

same ole same ole

-----------

the high mountain holds the vision
but
where are the hermit saints to go

now  that they have strip mined
the high mountain?

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"who cares?"
is said

-----------

just a "quickie" babe

is all we want

though it is not
exactly
what we need

the brooklyn bridge trembles

all the immigrants are dying

those of the "new youth"

are dead already

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

asleep at the wheel

the mandala careens thru space

no-body claims to notice

----------

"jus sittin here for awhile"
is all we can say

-----------

the ole images are bleeding

the new ones have no meaning

we sit here an say

"we jus sittin here"

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slowly erased

the brooklyn bridge trembles

fornicating with strangers

we are all strangers

ARE YOU SLEEPING?
are you sleeping ?
JEFFY POO
JEFFY POO

here before the Telly
Shoving chips into my belly!

Jus like you
Jus like you!

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Here before the newsman
Shoving lies into
My brain pan

Jus like you
Jus like you!

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So

Quit hurtin yerselves

Take yer heads outa yer *****

•

And perhaps start livin like a human being

No matter what it takes !

••

Are you sleeping
Are you sleeping
Are you sleeping

Dreamin of bein dead

Razor in your hand

i climbed mount olympus

i said

"hi dad!"

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anathesia

the drifting hatred

the culture seeps
into
the heart

and kills
..
numb

we watch the children
make

pornographic movies

just for US