MY LOVE FOR YOU!

1
--

I want to be in a condo

In a gulag in Siberia

With YOU

2
-------

Cut off my arms!
Cut off my legs!

I want only to be dragged around
By the hair

By YOU!

3

------

I will get a frontal lobotomy
So I don't offend you
With my thoughts

Just so I might stay

With YOU!

4
-------

I let myself be gang *****

By some crazed and deranged **** heads

To practice my surrender

To YOU!

5
--------

I cut out my tongue
So I don't offend

With silly idle chatter

Dear YOU!

-----
---
6
---
Oh BABY!

..

All I know of love

I learned on

HELLO POETRY

Reading
Enlightened high school girls
Crying to their boy friends

if I left something out
And I offended

Feel free to
Beat me up

But PLEASE
NEVER
LEAVE ME!!

this I humbly

Beg

(Just like a dog)

of YOU!

YOU!

YOU!
---------

BOW WOW!
BOW WOW!

I'll be a mangy dog

JUST FOR YOU!

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

we come we see we feel
and know

we touch we dream we create
the world where gentle children
grow

we join together
fearlessly

we finally
understand

the power of love

------

the shadows part
and we

face to face

return the earth
to sanity

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

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!

Along the quiet street
Within an evening calm with the  intimations of a natural love that is here
Or could be here
Or
Once was here
--
A surface--- beautiful
Calm and tranquil with intimations
--
Imitations of solace love and care
----
He
(Does he walk with a dog?)
,
Does he walk with a girl in a dream in his head?
Does he walk with a vision of war and its fear?
Of a nation at war with a world in a war
With each and every person?
--
His mind
Like a bull whip rips thru the scene
As he tries to see things thru to the core
To the most meaningful reality
--
he is a man
A human being
---
Gentle angelic
The wind

He
,
Soothes away the ragged edges of his feelings

Smiles at the dog and the girl
........
the 1000 movies dance in his head
..
All the same as the one he is in
-
With his knife in his pocket
And the armed drone airplane overhead

Wondering
"Am I alive or already dead?"

But of Final Victory fully assured
..
Fully at peace

He knows what shall endure
The love forever his and ours
The love forever his and ours

Serenity
Death comes and the child

On th beach
Lovers
Dream of holiness

Undress
The world of all its lies
---
Naked on the sands
Eternity rejoices in their embrace

Under the moon they face
Eachother and the tides

That would erase all meaning
From their humanness

and you too are here
--
And I too appear

And the child too appears
The holy holy child
--
The winds blow fierce
But there is no fear

For we are all together
At last

Undresed
Like the world
Of all lies

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!

.



( 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

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

O000O
0
0
O000O

••

Gentleness

( the tender surrender of humility )

•

She told me her name !

( Me )

••


We smile at eachother across the day

It is good

••
••
•

I don't remember her name

---

I will never forget the humble grace

In her eyes
When she told me


( me )

•

Gentleness

The stars !

How they shine

How they shine on everyone

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

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

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

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

\||//          
-- O --          
       //||\                
                                        0
                      ­                  /|\
                                         /\
                 ////
///
    

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

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

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

•

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

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"

(  (                                        
( (                
•
                           ) )
                                                     )   )





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

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

(                                                          
                                         )
(                                    
                             )
(              
)
\/
/\
/    \
                                                        #####

                             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 ! )

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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!

too too tired to still be alive
too too "so very"

and you

pretending to love me!

what's the game ya  play
huh, babe?

what kinda game?

snuggle cozy love in a prison bed
im already tired
almost dead

ya wanna take me to
"all the way gone?"

it seems ya really tryin
to have us both
doin
nothin but cryin

why you tryin so hard
to get me hard
huh babe?

as a girl

ya too too lazy

and i aint  enough crazy
to be with
the likes a you

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

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

••
••

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

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)

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

( • )

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

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?)

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

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

isn't that a person is depressed

THE PROBLEM IS THAT DEPRESSION KILLS

AND THAT THE DEPRESSED PERSON IS DYING

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if you are willing to take COMPLETE RESPONSIBILITY
for the healing of the depressed person

Please do so

If not .... Get out of the way

///

As all religions
All philosophies
All sacred teachings

State ( in some way )

There is a Power
A Logos

A reasoning essence
At the heart of creation

In the beginning was the Word ( logos )
And the Word ( logos ) was with God
And the Word ( logos ) was God

::::::::

And Jesus was the Word  ( logos ) made flesh

//////

Now
I am not a Christian nor a bible thumper

And I am only using these terms because most of us
Are familiar with them

••

The creation itself is being described as a movement of
Pure reason ( logic )

Moving in the direction of the creation of pure man

With ( like the immune system of the body )

A BUILT IN healing mechanism ( Jesus )

That can be activated by MERE DECISION

( he who had ears to hear
Let him hear )

So
If you listen to the Word
The very act of listening

( triggered by your decision to listen / to hear )

Will reveal unto you a path toward healing

And an awakening notion of your true IDENTITY
and the truth that you were created

Out of LOVE
As LOVE
feeling LOVE

for the sake of LOVE

but !!

IT IS A CONSCIOUS DECISION
THAT MUST BE MADE TO EMBRACE THIS WORD

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This is as simple as I can express it in the absence of
Any feedback on the subject

••

Now

When I offered this simple truth to a depressed person
On this site I was roundly condemned

The gist of the complaint was that by offering advice
Concerning the depression

That I was violating her sacred right to be depressed
And to express her depression

I was told that

NO ! LIFE IS NOT OF THIS LOGOS

LIFE IS IRRATIONAL !

LIFE ( logos )
Is just something or other doing nothing in
Particular

Just ( you know ) something we gotta just put
Up with

Suffer thru and then we die

( THE VERY THOUGHT THAT CAUSES
ONE TO BE DEPRESSED ! )

and that she had written a poem she should be proud of

And we are all depressed

So ( hey !)

Let's all be depressed together !!

••

Now ( obviously )
NO ONE ACTUALLY SAID THIS

IN THESE WORDS !

But that's what they said

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And of course the depressed girl agreed with them

//

Now
I would say

The depressed girl was over -whelmed by the

Unity of the lies and the liars

And ...... (?)

And what ?

Now believes the best that can happen is that

Sometimes she will feel less depressed

And all her " friends "

Will continue to writes praises for her expressed depression

••

NO ONE ELSE EVEN SUGGESTED ANY SOLUTION

BUT STUBBORNLY MAINTAINED THAT THERE IS NO
SOLUTION

THAT THERE IS NO SPIRITUAL POWER

THAT NO DECISION ON HER PART CAN
CHANGE HER EXPERIENCE

THAT ANYONE WHO CARES ENOUGH
TO ATTEMPT TO CURE THE PERSON
IS TRYING TO CONTROL HER

THAT LITTLE

TOOTSIE -  GOOD - SHOES

Expressions of solidarity in the pain

Are the best she can get

And these good souls who are telling her

IT'S ALL RIGHT TO BE DEPRESSED
IT'S NOT A DANGEROUS CONDITION

JUST TRUST US !
WE KNOW !

Do know

••

So I end as I began

DO YOU TAKE FULL RESPONSIBILITY
FOR YOUR STATEMENTS ?

if so // good

If not // get out of the way

  •

I am not preaching god or religion

But I must say

( with absolutely no anger
But with heart felt concern )

That to deny the healing power

That to divert one from the understanding
Of this power

Is bad karma

REALLY BAD KARMA

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

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

((•) (•))

So easy

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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

and in the pride of total self-destruction
we meet!

we call ourselves...lovers!

and then beat all semblances of humanity
from eachother!

well....we are bored....i guess

so we undress eachother
so we caress eachother

we embrace eachother
with a born hatred
that dont die

it might if we tried
but we never try
it is more fun this way

by the sacred sea side
lying in the purest of sand
in the purity of infinite time

yes we
beat eachother senseless
and go on our way

(                    
•      
     )




                                                           ­        ^^^~~~^^^~~~^^^

                                                ­   & only I am here to tell the tale !

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Do you think Bill Clinton is REALLY a ******* ?

••                                    
                       ­                               ••

( do you even care )

••

Do you think that your lover is REALLY a ******* ?

( I do )

•

Do I think that you ARE a *******

( even a child can abuse a child )

//                                      
                                                //

//

Some say dying is beautiful

//

//

But maybe not Janis Joplin
or
Jim Morrison

•••••••••••••

In the last throes of despair

We tell so many stories

PRAY don't listen !

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

Ooh shubbie doobie doo
Ooh shubbie doobie doo
Ooh shubbie doobie
Ooh shubbie doobie
Ooh shubbie doobie
DOO!
---
///
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This is a sacred chant first chanted
Back in the streets a Philadelphia
In the hard years a Philadelphia
When Philadelphia was hardly to be called civilized
Back in the 1950's
When America was young and brutal
And we who chanted it and called down the gods
Were beautiful wise pure and proud!
--
We chanted
We survived
Love prevailed

And you are here little ones
You are here.!!!

PRAISE  GOD!

he ****** her on the hempen hill
the birds were singing
"haiku!      haiku!!"

on the highway to heaven
he looked toward his lord
and said

"won't you help me save the world?