AND THE WARRIORS COME
.
and the children gather
and the mothers
too
.
rise up! .....rise up!
. it is time
--------------
the mountains look down
"IT IS GOOD!"
GOOD!
......
WE ARE FREE
we are the warriors
.
come
children
.
come mothers
.
WE
(the warriors)
have come

///  • |
<>  
\
               \          )
              /\      /\

•

Wild
                               Free

//////                  

           soon too soon ----

All the hiding places shall be gone

                               ////

All the masks

                          Pretending we're not
children of Terror

                             •

Harsh the church bells ringing

mourners

Replace the lovers at the wedding

•    •

All the flags are on fire

Tears in every child's eye

••

I am still here

The only thing that doesn't change

the day is done
gone!
the day is gone!
(we are liars.....s0?????)

the day has expired
children suffer

oh oh oh
only anti-american "liberals"
care
-----

i aint one a those
no!
no!!
no!!
no..no...no!!!!!

--

i kiss yer ***
HOMELAND SECURITY!
i kiss yer ***!
HOMELAND SECURITY!!

obama or bin laden
george bush or clinton!!!

HAIL....ISRAEL!!!!

i kiss yer ***!
---
the way is
..."to be lost"
we are complying
the way is
...."to be lost"

pleasant death
simple dying

we are complying
we are complying!

THANK YOU

BIG GOVEY-MINT!!!!!

...
...

little child growing
little child singing

little child growing
little child singing

OVER THERE!
SOMEWHERE!!

beyond yer
..................
...
............
pretended...................­..........IGNORANCE!

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-- O --          
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                      ­                  /|\
                                         /\
                 ////
///
    

Pretty blue eyes

The rain a fallin
What do I see ?

The great hawk up in the skies

The dragon is coming
Death's on the loose

••

Pretty white clouds on high

••

Pretty bright storm in your mind

The trial is over we been convicted
LOVIN EACH OTHER ----- the crime

•

Pretty blue eyes

Love is forever

Truth is what shall survive

The mountain in front of the child


•

Climb

( what YE gotta do on your own )

Each and every time

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!

shunning all "new possibilities"
we move in Simple Patterns!
in Well Known Rhythms!

AS SOFTLY AS WE CAN!

still....
......................(out there)

IT IS KNOWN THAT WE EXIST!

telemarketers and muggers
are all around

we

the Puppets of the
Financial Manipulators of the Markets!

the Puppets of the
International Lawless Corporations!

wallowing here in the new
Quasi Slave State
formerly known as
Amerikka!

yes

we shuffle
in
pure Steppin Fetchit
style!

thru these
abused and abusing Days

occasionally F--king
or getting Drunk

hearing about ourselves on the "news"
and yet

SO RELIGIOUSLY

shunning
all .........."new possibilities!!"

WHY WE DO THIS?

GOD-ONLY..........
............................KNOWS!

and again...the slow down day
the vacant lot...our empty hearts
our .........vagrant dreams

affecting affectations
so that we do not seem so dead
pretending  pretensions
so that we do not seem so dead

the day slows down
and our heart breaks

so boring!
so boring!!!

pretending that we even know
something about the things we need

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?

hate is the result of jealously guarded "love"
(and lovers)

jealousy comes alive in the isolated and the fearful

to survive is to be gentle
to survive is to be real

--

hate often takes the form of
a possessiveness that cripples
and humiliates
all who find it aimed at their heart

so they run!

RUN! RUN!! RUN!!

be free

of the love that is the disquised hate
the disquised lonliness
the disquised fear

in those who forget
they must fight for survival

with undauntable gentleness

--

we must be soul warriors
or we shall simply join

the pile of decayed and dying flesh
everywhere

(                                                          
                                         )
(                                    
                             )
(              
)
\/
/\
/    \
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                             dignity

///::///                          

000

Ole horse

//

Dying

•

We are the stuff of legends !

///

Children shall sing our glory

Thru           Centuries

///

OUR LOVE !

//

Our love was the only      Strength
In the tired    World

•

Old horse

///

We took him to the

Sacred Meadow

and stayed with him there

••

The         Day
                          was         Reborn

•

We are the

Stuff        Of Legends !

///

We are the        Grace

( we are those who

Face the foe

We are the      Lovers
                               Who are the        World ! )

.



( worship in the hills )

•


oh

oh

oh

•


Ready for the dying

Moving

In for the ****

••

Hey !

EVERYBODY !!


SEE !

••

Warship in the harbor

Missiles flyin toward the       Free


////:

We gather together in the hills

                                   ( But there
                   Is

                                      No escape )

( • """"
~~

guess it's time

To be fighting

From out the shadows

MAN emerges

••

(Who shall appear?)

•

Tiny urchin in rags

Crawling thru shadows

----

Thru the ILLUMINATI  nightmare

•
•

Unto the WAR

••

In the high school brain washed dream

•

Man emerges
What appears

••

I remember all LOVERS

All I've known

••

••

They murdered JFK

But they also murdered OSWALD

And then RUBY

(& others too)

And these were great crimes and great tragedies in their own right

••

••

No one seems to mind

---

I saw a girl she was so scared her ******* refused to grow

•


From the shadows

YOU can see ME

we are so alone amongst eachother
our conscious love?
my oh my
in short supply!

we want what we can take
we refuse to hold what is offered
we are so asleep
complacent slaves

OF WHAT?

dont ask dont tell
dont ask dont tell!

is it reallly
okay?

no!
so!

we are such complacent slaves

my oh my

our conscious love?

IN SHORT SUPPLY

Truth

Obama

Terror

I
----
Lonely day unfolding

-----
We

---

Eat **** and die

again
-----

Eat **** and die

--------

SEEKING MR GOODBAR!

The high school girlie prowls
The whatever streets
In ******' attire
-
Where the Feds and the meds meet

----

If there is anyone wants out of this hell?

PERHAPS

you should say so?
----

Oh well

-----

Terror

Obama

You

Drone airplanes

Lies

Mr Goodbar

I

------

Eating ****

On city street

Or

Out upon the country road
--

In mountain retreats

Or

Back at home

Crippled beauty

••

The ugly faces within the darkness we

(In our madness)
try to please

••

IT IS NOT BEAUTIFUL TO HURT YOURSELF

••

How the poets squander their gifts
With mis-placed emphasis

Investing with Sublimity
What is merely Tragic

••


stupid little kids!

••


LOVE THEM COMPLETELY OR LEAVE THEM ALONE!

••

To encourage the SELF MUTILATION

is nothing less than CHILD MOLESTATION

••

(it is not beautiful to hurt yourself)

••

So please

Take a little responsibility

Words are a powerful form of action

--

So instead of slapping the kids down

Slap a little sense into yourselves

••

I'm not one for casting blame

But some of the **** I read here
Leaves me quite ashamed

Of my fellow poets and the human race

sadly
so very

sadly we

seek past the truth for the lie

we seek for the lust and ignore
why

we hear our own heart cry

sadly we

seek past the truth for the lie

it is so very easy
so very easy

this way

so very sadly
we
so sad

we look in the mirror

but see no eyes

we seek past the truth for the lie
we look past the love for the lust

and wonder why

we only cry
cry cry
cry

un-manned
armed
drone lovers

LOOKING FOR YOU!

x-ray eyes!

NO DREAM CAN ESCAPE

supreme scrutiny
and your need for
supreme supervision

for certainly
you

YIELD OR DIE

yield
to becoming
a
COMMODITY

yield to yielding
up your life
in exchange for

LIFE

the un-manned
armed
drone lovers

hover
hover.....hover

they

hover.....hover....hover

ov­er your BED

every pulsation
every vibration

so carefully

"READ"

In the wild free ghetto night

Where would ya wanna be but here?

With god and the angels and love so bright!

I walk these streets in complete  awe

I'll be here walkin in a thousand years


••

Baby rockin in the cradle

Cradle rockin on the window sill

So very high above the street

••

Hey hey mama here come Jesus

Got a sack a loaves and fishes

Jes for you

••

Ain't lynched a cowboy from this tree in 100 years

But it gotta couple a negroes back in '63

••

Help help!!

I ain't suffering from affluenza

& I need some bad !

••

My face !

And most a you ain't seen it!

OH MY GOD!

••

A street lamp  is a beautiful symbol
Of

Somethin

                                            ­           (Over there -----

In the dark

By the alley where the stained old newspapers blow
Round and round

And little ragged boys curl up to sleep

••

Star light star bright

Thru the chem trails of the night

••

I mean

In the garden of Eden before the apple eatin

Didn't adam at least think eve had a cute ***?

••

In college we were supposed to write an essay on the differences between bein a priest and a professional wrestler but I couldn't think a nothin

••

In the wild free ghetto night

Where would ya wanna be but here ?

All the angels child bright

God is seen on every EYE

not afraid to shine or cry

simple ......

.....the boy is angry cause
the world is
messin with im!

like the world is
messin wit you!

but you dont mind cause you are civilized
civilized!
civilized!!

yeah sure you are!

you are afraid an so the boy gotta be
brave as can be
he aint wantin to fight for is rights
but you sit there while
they're taken away
taken away!
everyones freedom
everyones rights!

an i aint talkin bout no tea bag party
these decayed an decaying
once human bodies!

no i just talkin about you an how sure you are!

simple ......

.....the boy is angry cause
the world is
messin  with im!

like the world is
messin wit you!

but you dont mind
you dont mind

you just say
LOVE IS BLIND
AN AS UNKIND AS ME

Read more: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/lazy-people-talkin-luv-trash-talk/#ixzz0xTNEnKG1

patriotic "swill"

the silence of those
condemned to eachother

the folly of war

GLORIFIED!

glorified by simple slogans with
no meaning

by stories
with no ending

by death

patriotic hope
always unfulfilled

except by those who gain

monetary profit!

face down in the mud
our evil face

we tried too hard to please

really

no-one

patriotic "swill"

silence overcomes

everything but love

and lovers

(  (                                        
( (                
•
                           ) )
                                                     )   )





we the fragile                                                    

• •

THERE ARE NO
                                                              ­      GREAT MEN

ANYMORE

~~

we wander

We call it       Our
               Given   Destiny !

••

We carry our         Suit cases
Of emotions !

( our Sensitive feelings ! )

From

Old hotel to old hotel

///

We treat each other as

Mere Possession

To

BUY AND TO SELL

Tattered baggage

Strewn across the deserted trail

•
•

When it's over      .....  (?)

Well ..... (!)

The story falters as we fall down

And like LOOTERS

or LOVERS

We pick up the broken pieces

From off the ground

The Greatest Fear ?

it's to forgive

••

God forgives

••

To forgive is to

Make yourself totally vulnerable
--

Vulnerable

_

(The EYE of god---

As god himself is MOST vulnerable)

••

REAL!

More alive than you've ever been

•••

To forgive is to become god like

It is to become ego-less

It is so very close to DEATH

.•••

(It takes a Long Time to forgive)

•••
•••

She stood there naked on the fire escape

..

Her soul!

Bled and bled and bled!

In the eyes of all the children

Who are suffering

••

Just like Jesus did

••

(By the way--

The suffix -----"cide"

Doesn't mean DEATH

But means----PURE IDENTIY

hence

SUICIDE ---means

To become your TRUE IDENTITY)

-------

If you understand why you dont know this

YOU COME HOME FREE

free from politicians and free from priests!
••

Naked

In the streets all BLOOD mingles

••

(By the way--

"BLOOD"

Doesn't really refer to the liquid in your veins

But to the flowing of your liberated breath)

••••

••••

So

Cast the DIE determines ---fate

DYE the world in your TRUE COLOR

(Be well RED)

••
••


It's all just a trick that THEY play

Be the master of the DAY

you are here FOREVER

True forgiveness----the key

----

LOVE IS ABUNDANT

FORGIVE AND RECIEVE

i had this friend once...see

he was a talkative sort of a guy as if the babes gave a ****!

he walked up and down the street.....babbling, babbling, babbling!

i sometimes tried to listen or to hear his mind but his words seemed to come not from his head but from a donkey's behind!

and walking in the brightest sunshine he never left a shadow that i could see

babbling brookskie was the name we placed upon him so fittingly

AND THEN ONE DAY!

I HEARD!

and a door was opened and a sign was seen sayin "come on in boy and be free"

a saw a brook flowing unto a golden stream where children were bathing and laughingly at play

and.........
....................babbling brookskie was his name

he is a friend of mine

even in the brightest sunshine........he never tried to over-shadow anyone......
......................he always gave himself for free

lsd is god
alcohol is medicine

best of all is peyote

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

all we want is to be allowed to change!

to feel!

to be real!
------------

to make love  (have ***) until healed

and then!

to climb a mountain
become celibate

and really love!

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

its easy to be fooled
especially if we want to be fooled

being fooled frees our sickness
to give to someone else

DON'T BE LIKE THAT
it is a very ugly way to live

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

sharing our destinies is simple

being a dumb f--k takes too much of our time

so

STOP BEING DUMB F--KS

please

eyeing the pilgrim road

the Master Poet ponders
all possibilities

the power of the light is always here
the wisdom to seek the light comes and goes

it is now gone

so

(upon the pilgrim road)
just a few stragglers

just a few

(but still

a few)

a few are there

-----------

the road goes on and thru the mountains

the saints are still here

the light is still here

the Master Poet sits and eyes
the pilgrim road

tears and pure strength commingle

the children of tomorrow tremble

are trembling

and await

the pilgrims on the road

and quite dully dutifully

the mk-ultra manchurian candidate brain-washed children
enter the "MIND OF THE WORLD!"

matzel-tov!
matzel-tov!

sing  sing  sing and play naked in the school yard
fantacies of fame and money and glamourously vile freedom from all responsibility being peddled as the amerikkan dream

or

you can (can) can wake up and go free but its dangerous around here
in the mk-ultra homeland security world we have allowed to fester and swarm here while we were busy watching the manchurian candidate brain-washed under-aged children dance naked before us so psuedo-seductively

Immensity
  there are ancient stories
Sacred themes

On the fire escape
Waiting
-

She sees the fires rage
--
She
Pulsating ******* and *****

Poet of the mythic kind
---
--

On the torn out page
Playchild of the wind
Ephemeral
Unseen
--
Her gaze it had no boundaries
..

Her gaze it has no boundaries
She sees exactly who I am
--

Ancient  fairy tales and themes

Sacred people
Here we are

O
/                     \
|                       |
(+)                    (+)
/\
/   \

•

The boy was dying on the road

She
She was praying for the courage
To go save him

//

Indeed

\

The lost songs

Lingering

Lingering in dark skies

Haunted by the yellow moon

••

Wait !  Wait !!

she feels some courage coming !

|~~~~|

After a spot of

Biscuits and tea

power to the rhythm
the deft rymme schemes
woven
from out  our raw understanding

as we move  slowly to
the center of town

---

(we cannot stay children forever!)

------

the fascist criminal modality lingers
as we but stand off to the side

---

before you want to
"love sexually"
you must
"love pure existance"

-------

ignorance is how they **** you
**** you with gross imitations
of ****** love

----

the dance is on!

the rhythms and rymmes

the weaving bodies moving

toward the center of town

( • )

we can live together or not

;:;

Suffering is boring

Poems about suffering are boring

people who write poems about suffering are not

SENSITIVE POETS

but are boring people writing boring poems

•

thinking about why you choose to be boring is boring

We are so in love

I dress up like justin  bieber
She like lady gaga!
---

The other night we decided we would do
THE *******!
..

We got undressed

We sat on the bed

It was horrifying!

--
WHO ARE YOU!
What's going on?

--

Without our costumes we were complete strangers !

--
We went into the closet where we had these posters
And we put them up on the walls

BIEBER!
GAGA!

Staring at the pictures and not looking at eachother

WE ******!

bieber  and gaga !

--

It was great
---
Today

She came up and said

HEY
BY THE WAY
WHAT IS YOUR
REAL
NAME
--

I thought a moment and said

I DON'T KNOW!

I REALLY DON'T!

IN FACT
I DON'T THINK I HAVE ONE!

Total war
--

Human decency

Gone
---

Pursuing absolute Insanity

----

We?

-----

In spasms of phoney love

Imitate the images of gargoyles and frenzied fools

_

So what?

---

We're just here is all

---

*******

We approach eachother

And embrace the other corpse which is there


--

We pretend we are dead and then we are

I COMMAND THEE!

I COMMAND THEE!

ARISE!

AND LIVE!!!!!!!

••

(Geez...........why ya tryin ta make me feel like
a bully for loving you!........?

••

Why do you see me as a stranger

On the broken streets?)

•


STUPID LOVE IS STILL STUPID

AND MAYBE ISN'T LOVE AT ALL!

--------

(What do YOU think?)

•

The battlefield is strewn with corpses

We walk amid

••

And it's really not a battlefield

IT'S JUST HIGH SCHOOL!

••

The SATANIC SERIAL KILLER

smears war paint on his face and chest

(must think its Halloween!)

TYPICAL!

He's just an American
And, hence, a fool!

(Ya know what I mean)

••

Gentle is love

••


And inexhaustible

--

Be free!

••

I COMMAND THEE!

ARISE

AND LIVE!!!!

••

You might as well

(DONT you think?)

All the broken hearts

••
••


She saw her boyfriend talkin to a boy so she thought he was gay

-----

Broken heart

_

SHE

She saw her child lying dead on the street

Killed by a bomb from a US drone airplane

(Silly *****!)

••

To get caught up in THE MUNDANE

-----

----

To get left for a GUY would be so embarrassing!

••

SHE staggers home cradling the child in her arms

••

But her boyfriend didn't do her no harm

So SHE got no reason to complain

••

•

••

Learning of virtue on hello poetry

((•) (•))

So easy

-//-

WE --- we are

(where? ---here)

For  a while

••

It's all right to talk to me

(I know you're shy but it's alright )

•

The rain

Making patterns on the pane

--

(We are all shy so let us take it easy)

••

Let us not hurt eachother any more

--  --  --  --

There is a river formed in the hills

Many the bright streams flow together

Join the river to the sea

••

Dreams ( trees and fields ) lovely maidens heroic boys

--

We come together while the pipes are blown

By the mystic sons of heaven

While the daughters dance and sing

••

It is good

--

Ain't no REASON at all

••

Just a love a livin and we here

••

While pan mans the pipes

And we dance awhile

While the universe sings

little urchin
in rags
so dear

in the alleys----free

death weaves
its songs

angels come to dance with you
angels come to stay awhile

WE ARE NOT OF THIS PLACE

we are sacred
we are
HUMAN

amid these
demonic shapes

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

we are
SOFT RIVER

your eyes SEE

see true

the true day song
comes unto

all who gather together

who gather together
to "create"

---------

come
child

it is all-of-us

IT IS KNOWN

soft the sky

DARE TO DREAM

in awhile

the re-birth tale

in a while

YOU!

in awhile

and ME

Dragons cross the sky

••

Breath of fire
Breath of death

•

Destroy the world to  set man free

••

••

& the little child

Rides the dragon
Cross the sky

••

Come to destroy the world

In order to be free

•

Sittin in the diner

Eatin toast
Sipping coffee

•

Looks up at the burning sky

••

The dragons come to ****

Who is it gonna die?

••

The little child rides

Rides with the dragons
across

The sky

dance the fascism
dance the communism

dancing the tea bag
day
dancing the tea bag
party way

like silly children
praying to
our imaginary
god
and his corporate
saints

fascism
communism

dancing the
proper
tea bag
party
way

Admire the description of suffering!

GREAT POETS, ALL!

--

We

In bold narcissistic contemplation

Of our glorious selves!

--

Try to heal us?

*******!

--

We are the masters of inane speculation
--
-
--
-

Oh fer god's sake!
--

Ain't much time left

Ya know!

Torture?

Sure

Why not

Sure

---

A part a the story

Our times

Quite trying to be so ******* human

Get with it
---

Only the young die good

I'm sick a this ******* place

Are ya gonna escape with me or what ?

GENTLE

--

I remember!

---

You in green fields

And the dawn
---

( some say

To be gentle

Is to be weak)

--

So be it !

---
---

I give you what you want

You shall call it what you choose

Stood the barricades

(Lonely sentinel)

••

Ragged dogs scattered to find some bones

••

Writing of mythological lovers

••

Of gods

Gone

Of gods yet to come

••

We were brave then

••

••

Dying the 1000'deaths

••

As One

••

Part of the story of the human race

••

••

Stood the  barricades

Every street
Every road

••

All we ever had to eat

Was love for all we chanced to meet

••

Ragged bones

••

We lost the war

••

Ah yes

But what we won!

••

Lonely lonely night

Filled with everlasting dream

And then

YOU!

•

(And every dream came true)

into the MARKET PLACE, gentle little girl
comes with her wicker basket
covered by a golden cloth

into the MARKET PLACE
the sacred MARKET PLACE

walking proudly 'mongst the men
with her wicker basket
covered by a golden cloth

what is she doing there?
the gentle little girl

what is in her basket
covered by a golden cloth?

all the men-folk stop and stare
at the little girl

into  the MARKET PLACE
the gentle little girl goes there

into the sacred
MARKET PLACE

the gentle little girl

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the whole earth ( or more )

From the tiniest creatures in the sea

The sea itself !

The air !

and ALL MANKIND

are being ruthlessly destroyed

Before our very eyes !

//

We foolishly ( and vainly ) blame

Things like

GREED

LACK OF EDUCATION

OVER - POPULATION

etc

But we intuitively know that this is not so

We intuitively sense that this

UTTER DESTRUCTION

is a planned and purposeful event

Being consciously perpetuated by some power

That we cannot identify

But we know that it is too systemic

that it is not mere random events congealing

To be seen as something of human mis - management

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Just look what has become of HUMAN SEXUALITY

Turned into a recreational activity !

A game of ADDICTIVE NUMBNESS vs . HEART ACHE !

the reproductive

Survival of the species

Aspect ?

GONE !

//

We are no longer even TRYING to survive !!

••

We worship CELEBRITY !

we have CELEBRITY SAINTS

and a  CELEBRITY GOD !

//

We are gathered here in solemn commitment

To each other and our dying world

WE ARE THE POETS

we come to stimulate our souls

We come to stimulate bold words !

we come as a healing power

To renew the real meaning of words !

( words such as LOVE )

we are here to DIE !

to die in sacrifice for TOMORROW

and it's PURE PURPOSE AND MEANING

//

We are

THE LAST OF THE HUMANS

the final drops

In the broken wine bottle

Falling so seductively

Onto the old apartment floor

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We are as the healing Waters

We give ourselves

So that the world

Might drink

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We give ourselves to GAIA

we give ourselves to LIFE

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Walks the fields

Ain't got a name

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She

Is Loyal

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Loyalty

.//.

Loyalty RISING

Perhaps we may survive

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Where are you

A gentle stranger

She knows

A GENTLE STRANGER MUST APPEAR

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Walking thru the Rain

We create the rain by walking

If not we shall die

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Cities crumble

Galaxies collide

Be a Man if you can

Only realize

What a man is

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There is no truth that you know

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Create the world from what you are

If we hurry
We may learn to slow down
Before it is too late
--
--
--
If I slow down
I shall surely beat
Death
To your door
--
--
--
He stopped completely
Totally useless !
.
"If ya need me
Just call"
He said
..
No one called
--
--
--

Slow down
Soon
Time itself
Disappears

and if FOREVER  is only a moment's true name
then what of us?

and if INFINITY is just a thought that's sacred
let's trust eachother, why not?

aren't you sick of being sickly?

are you the ......
.......falsely loved one whose been left?
or
are you
...........the false lover leaving?

aint it strange?
being so strange!

lying always
and so completely

all news is merely propaganda
even as you tell me ..
....your game
is real...oh my!!

even as you promise to
never decieve!
......i cannot believe you
no matter how i do try!


and if FOREVER  is only a moment's true name
then what of us?

and if INFINITY is just a thought that's sacred
let's trust eachother, why not?

aren't you sick of being sickly?

so sick of being sickly

Little the lost one

Endlessly seeking
A

Hand to hold

--

Even in death's shadows

Even in the still frozen heartlands

Of this naked heartless country

LO!

Something somehow awakens

(I hope it is you

Good soul)

••

POSSIBILITIES

Perhaps a triumphant return

POSSIBILITIES

Perhaps somebody shall explore

With patience and humility

This broken world

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Little the lost child

With imploring visage

And terrifying eyes

---

Perhaps a clarion call

Certainly an invitation

To ---- come alive

And to take a hold

Of the hand held rigid

In painful self control

Perhaps a humanness

Shall begin to show

Itself thru all the unimaginable pain

And I may see you shine again

••

It's all true

What's goin on

It s a lie

A theft

A psychotic  game

Come

Grab her hand and walk away

Come

Grab my hand and we 'll
All

Go
Free

"do the illuminati really eat babies?"

i ask,

(but who do you ask

or is it

whom do you ask?)

if someone else wanted to know
and asked me

I"d say

"yes, yes

i think they do

but would you believe me?"

this i ask

(but will you answer

honestly)

when will someone speak out

i want to know

and "spoken for" still

the young hippie boy
the young hippie girl

cursed by the killer mouths on teevee
blamed for it all

let these liars rot in hell

be true child
always

be true always
to yourself

better to die  self enflamed
then to live like a pig in amerikka

better to die with the truth on your tongue
than to live like a pig in amerikka