Little the lost child

Song!

Sweetly rising
Softly dying

She is all alone

---

She wouldn't be if there was a god
..

But the United States

Killed him
***** him

Tortured and ate him

And he's gone

Little Brother is lost
Got lost riding the subway train
We live in Brooklyn
Brooklyn' ll never be a home anymore
Brooklyn's a place now like any where at all's a place
Like prison's a place or like school
---
Just went off one day and never come back
Nobody saw a thing
Nobody said a word
Nobody knowin just what it means
Some say he was "disappeared" by the police
Some say it happens every day
How would I know I'm just a kid
Whatever happened I guess it did
_
He just never come home is all
Now Brooklyn ain't a home no more
I'm just here on my own
It don't feel good I can tell ya that

Soon I'm leavin too
And ain't comin back
Wonder what they'll think a that
Wonder what they'll think a that

little lost boys and girls
wandering the aimless culture
the broken streets

little lost boys and girls

the songs are there
looking for bodies to dance the dance majestic

the songs are there
looking for bodies to dance demonic stories into place

the masks are there
to hide true feelings

i am here
i see you
lost boys and girls

wandering the broken culture
tears running down your cheeks

little urchin angels
flower children
high green hills

warrior souls in rags
hobo railroad tunes
depression blues
and we too
are here

we
the
little lost boys and girls

little lost boys and girls
wandering the aimless culture
the broken streets

little lost boys and girls

the songs are there
looking for bodies to dance the dance majestic

the songs are there
looking for bodies to dance demonic stories into place

the masks are there
to hide true feelings

i am here
i see you
lost boys and girls

wandering the broken culture
tears running down your cheeks

little urchin angels
flower children
high green hills

warrior souls in rags
hobo railroad tunes
depression blues
and we too
are here

we
the
little lost boys and girls

and i see
the lost children

see!

the lost children

by the hundreds
thousands millions
billions

all of them at last are seen

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

.




Lost lonely people


All the wisdom of the world


Dark the vagrant cruelty

Bitter isolation

///
Looking for lovers

Like rats running thru a maze

)(

Speaking of religion

Godless in false piety


Lynching negroes once again

Loving America

( What do you think of me ? )

:::

Masters of myopia

( forests & trees )

)(

Lovers kneeling on one knee

Bowing to the bride or the king


#

The storms are raging

Wars-- **** indiscriminantly


:::


I walk the all night street

I hope tonight I'll see you there


.

(
                                                •            
                                                           ­      )




^^^                                                              ­  free

~~~        ~~~

She said

I LOVE YOU

I said

I'M NOT GONNA DIE FOR A PIECE OF ***

------//////------                                       Love poems

ALL THAT HER LOVE  POEMS SAY

IS

COME ON AND DIE FOR A PIECE A MY ***

(Disguised -- of course -- in so many ways )

                            (
                                ­            •
                                                   ­         )

                                                ^^^

Exiled

Aren't  we all?

---

There are only heros or slaves
Lovers or ghouls

Those brave or afraid
----

Exiled

There is no humanity
----

There is only

We
..
We

Who only say

Exactly

What we mean

.

Maybe it's all ( really )


Something else


////


0      OOO      0
/\


the rugged mountain men

The earth momma ladies

In the woods

With the children

Picking berries

By

The stream

•

The sun !

Comin over the ripe hills at dawn

Sparkling clean and green


With pure natural power

> () <

Wisdom is strength

She is

Curiosity 's  eldest daughter

> )( <

The truth is everywhere !

Yet we seem  so lost !

//

Perhaps there is something else

To explain our massive alienation


From ourselves nature and god

)(


We turn the beauty of the human form

Into grotesque images expressing internal Satanic Powers

And emotions running amok

••


We live in a vividly distorted nightmare

Of what were once human beings

Cursed as if by witches

Into dreaming we are pigs !

,,,

We fall in love and pray to die

)(


Afraid to confess confusion

Afraid to appear weak

and hence vulnerable

)(

The rugged mountain men

The earth momma ladies

The children picking berries

The pure hills and pure air and pure waters

Remain

They call us to return !

To return !



But we remain

Hidden


In the shadows

In our pain


)(


Come

Let us heal ourselves


Our friends have assembled !


We are  invited to come in !

Let us go !

Let us truly love again


.

|||||   • • \\.
<>

/  ( • ) ( • )  \


/\

She too dies

--

Death is an illusion created by an oligarch
That

Makes you a slave

•

She too dies

•

She dies because we are afraid of the oligarch

So we pretend she is  not there

••

It don't matter

She's a good ****

Almost as good as a razor blade

)(                                                )(



(                                  
•                
)



                                                             ^^^

•         •

( what is it really that is dying ? )

||                                                            

||                    ||

was there ever a        Prayer

For THAT Child ?

::::

( the one a cryin over there ? )

••

Hiding behind the love we pretend we give to each other

But we don't ( we all know )

and the REAL HURT is never faced

••

( what is it really we allow to die ? )

•  •

WHERE IS          that child ?

You know -- the one over there  ?

//

We hide behind the love we pretend to give each other

We write poems of how thru this vast pretense we

Hurt each other

.//.

We die

•

Look ! See !

See us die

::


Ain't no where to go
Where people want to be seen

Got nothin to show
( Don't wanta seem weak )

;:

Oh babe
Even love is now ... Mean

As the whole world is cryin

••

Gentle
Gently please

She ain't seemin
Like she gonna make it

The way we treat each other
Is quite obscene

We don't even bother
To try and fake it


)(


Sittin here in my Sunday best
But I'm just a hopeless wreck

All the pain yet no-one cryin
We gettin so good at denyin

Yeah
The end of days

I walk the lost streets
You can meet me there

Drink a little wine in the alleyway
Till we got an inspiration from somewhere

I ain't no quitter
I'll see it through

Why not
Long as I got you

To carry to the holy place
And the truth shows it's face

Yeah the truth

Gonna show its face

on the lost subway
from new york city to brooklyn

the last hours before dawn

from new york city to brooklyn
goin home

from new york city to brooklyn
me and the freaks
--
the last hours before dawn

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

nothin has changed
no it don't
no it can't
we won't let it

all are there
on the lost subway

it is always
the last hours before dawn

////


                                           ( baby baby ... Be open )

//

Yer gonna have a child some day

)(
(       )
)    (

""

( I'll be there )

//

The smoke from the campfires rise in the hills

//

The militia moves on in

:;;

some call it Folly
some call it Revolution

Some pick up their Rifles
Some don't

:::

( just be open )

(;

•

;)

Here comes Tomorrow's Children

How come they are all on Crutches ?

///////
///  • ||
<>    

/    *    *   \

/\

|||||||||||

She wants love

But it's not allowed

Oh oh

What shall she do ?

//

What she is

Well

She gotta be something else

Soul warrior

The battle rages

She prepares herself for what's ahead

•

ain't no time

For indecision

Little sister is counting on you

The boy you love is

Going underground

Oh oh

The thought police

•

When you look

You just gotta see

What's really there

And nothin else

•

What's really there

And nothin else

//

She gathers herself together

Yes ! Yes !

She becomes what's needed

And stands her ground

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 in the manner
of a man

.........

in the semblance
of a saint

...........

so impressed
by your lovliness

.........

so angry at the death
all around

.



She was lying there

Dreaming of her love

But

When she opened her eyes

She was just lying there on the floor

******* to the sounds of Lady Gaga



//

She felt very embarrassed !

•

But then she saw that all the girls

At the party were also

Lying there *******

••

& so hello poetry was born !


.

Amid these loveless DAYS                                                    ••

///

And the tumbling down

And the building song // she

Wanders green hours // ( almost gone ! )

The weaving of hair
The desolation of the dream

She loves !

And she is always here to be known !

//

I am always here to know her

//

The breast of waters // ( purely )

We nurture // we find

Each other always where we actually are

( after the fantasies fade )

And we are here ( NOT ELSEWHERE ! )

(( We were THERE once

But

NEVER AGAIN ! ))

Shall we die or cause to die

For imagination 's sake !

/./

The nurturing purity

The green fields survive

Only when seen and cherished

By

The man or woman with THE CHILD

held securely

In heart and mind

In full faith

And flowering

(                                                                              
•                                                        
)                            
              (
                                 •
                                                      )




^^^

I knew this incredibly saintly girl

From India

//

Celibate and pure

//

We spent so many hours together

In love

//

We could go to a places of the heart most of us

Cannot go

We could talk of secret truths and longings

With no fear

///


Together

REALLY !

the world was ours to serve and thusly share

//

//

Only the real

The life giving

Tender feeling

And tomorrow

And all children

Were there

••

Only the god light

Only the true sight

Only the world

Only the god light and the world

and every one
and everything done in the heat of the moment's need
to
be treated honorably

and you!.?
do you need to be
so treated?????
--
--

i know you are not sure
you are too busy
to be sure
of anything
to be SURE
to be assured
of love

love is game we win or lose
win or lose
by which we are abused or abuse
love is such a game
we play

and here we are
soon we are dead
or old
or
whatever
old or dead
or

whatever.....
--
--
we soon are over
love
and its games

soon we are old dead or whatever

in the heat of the moment's need

to be treated honorably

we are very busy
so bust
so very  very busy

making sure
we art  not loved
or loving

love is such a game we play

And just what do you have in mind?
...
(bait & switch?)

--
Naked bodies making ........what?

Love.......?
/--/

I saw a dream unfolding
You were there
.
Don't go back to the games you learned
Just cause now you know how to win
--
Do you know what happened when you were gone?
Look what they done!
(bait and switch)

They look human but they're not!

(bait and switch)
--

CATCH ON SOON OR WE WILL ALL BE DEAD
--

Little lost lovers in the afternoon
Making LOVE!

yes!

LOVE!

<<                                
(      
•
            )
                                    >>




/\            /\             ^^^         /\

•

Every thing

                              We

Come for it all

••

Walking the moon lit streets

I see you there

Everyone                      

••

Is there   ?

Or------ No ?

••

We shall

Or we won't

Bring everybody home

///////

It's a simple song

Ain't hard at all

YE ain't gotta write the words

Just listen

And sing along

( O )
/ • \
/ \

The words of the

MASTER POET

flow onto the page

Like children flowing

From the Mind of GOD

••

(& so we vow
To spend less Time with our words

And more Time tending
To GOD'S children )

••

i do remember being totally in love

i was maybe 9, maybe 10

was a great bunch a kids on the block

talking about joe mc carthy, the rosenburgs,world war 3

we really cared about eachother

we never faltered in that caring, and nurturing

so strong!

i feel so strong!

love lives!

i do love no wrong!

love is forever

some never see

one and eachother

creating

the world

)===0===(
|||  • ||
<>
/
/  \
/\

:::::

We                THE PEOPLE

                    (         the          HUMAN BEINGS     )

//

Outshine the STARS !

Rendering
                            TOTAL BLESSINGS !

To everyone                    

/:/

                           We need             NO--ONE'S approval

///

LOVE          &       JUSTICE
                                                  are the same

//://

We see eachother

We meet

We come to know eachother

///

And there is truth

And there is trust

And there is peace

***
::

You !

Thru the curtain !

Tiny drops of rain

"


Love is simply knowing & trusting

••

Being loved gives one the courage

To be completely  free amongst strangers

••

Some say love is being in a crowd
And seeing only each other

;;:

The true name for this isn't love

It is death

::

( but then

Our stated reason for being in love
Is to feel numb )

••

Love

//

To write a love poem

It probably would be best to actually love

//

This would reduce the volume of poems on hello poetry

By about 90 %

"

I would love you

If you'd actually be here

soft as i can dream i do
soft as my dream is i am
love is a very special sort of a feeling
without it we die and children do too
in this day of deadly manifestations
loving is the only thing to do
dreaming softly from the hill
loving is the only thing to do

pale urgency fading into faces
that shun the light

shadows within shadows

seeking love in sensual pleasure
and vacuous exchanges

touching the gentle member
with scorn

watching television
political commentary

fading into pale urgency
our faces

seeking the thrill of terror

knocking over ashtrays

that is excitement

------

lovely lovely lovely

i see you as lovely

my love

as lovely

you are

so lovely

FIRST

imagine that you love someone

THEN

Imagine that that someone is in love with you

AFTER WHICH

sit and wait till the imagination fades

ALLOWING YOU

to feel horribly abandoned

SO THAT YOU CAN

cry
-----------

After doing this many times
You will feel like an experienced lover

And you will be able to give advice to all your friends!
--

Thusly

Making your parents proud of you

and "to love"
say
..you there..
"do you love?"
--------
everybody got
their trip down
---right?----
====
you got your trip down?
but
"do you love?"
---------
nobody talks much about it
aint no money to it
aint nothin but
taking responsibility
to it
so
maybe you dont wanna
love...?
--------
do you love?
......
and ya can only answer
...
-with love

< ... ( --- ??? --- love --- ??? --- ) ... >

||
~~
||

We say :;

I love you

( however imperfectly )

Therefore

I expect you to love me

( perfectly ! )

••

Perhaps we should say

//

I  allowed you to love me

( however imperfectly )

And I learned a lot about love

And now I feel more capable of actually loving

Someone else

in gentle remembrances
of your grace

i do so find myself
again rising

unto the purer dignity
of war

against the predetors
of this human race

who need you so right now
to again stand

before all liars
as a loving man

i, too!....i, too!
show again...love is true

i.too!...i, too!
say again..."i love you!"

and such is the love
fearless fearless fearless!
.
dance
the harmony!
.
run boy!
.
mountains !
strength!
(she is here!)
--------
nourish
be nourished
such is love

.




                                                    ( a simple sense )



//

( a simple feeling )                                                                    

      ­                     •

a wonderousnes !

//

                                           ( Behold !  
                                                                                    ... Life ! )


::

What       Joy !

What appreciation !

><

We see each other

( God pulsating


In our eyes )

i do remember being totally in love

i was maybe 9, maybe 10

was a great bunch a kids on the block

talking about joe mc carthy, the rosenburgs,world war 3

we really cared about eachother

we never faltered in that caring, and nurturing

so strong!

i feel so strong!

love lives!

i do love no wrong!

love is forever

some never see

one and eachother

creating

the world

it only takes a little

it lingers, you know

for quite some time

and seeps into

anyone who wants it here

it only takes a little

it lingers, you know

for quite some time

and seeps into

anyone who wants it here

///  • |
<>

///

The walk across the midnight bridge in the storm

•

The smell of her damp hair

The fullness of her human-ness
as she touched my arm

Beneath those compassionate eyes

Sweeping across the city and the world

////                                      

AND OH THE MANY YEARS !

                                      ////

Her words!

always in my mind !

The way she 'd stop and play with every lonely child

Or  talk to anyone who seemed ill- at- ease

•

She is part of my soul
My heart

My mind

////                              

Seeing the world thru her eyes

I now see the world thru everyone's eyes !

AND IT IS GOOD

////

I could say she is my wife

I could say I haven't seen her in a while

I could say I haven't seen her in a long time

WOULD IT REALLY MATTER
ANYHOW

Love being what love is

I

Fell in love

With a

Transgendered zombie

From outer space

Who came from the

Past or the future

( I couldn't tell which

Because our idea

Of the space/ time dimension

Was different

Due to a different concept

Of quantum physics )

ANYWAY

After a while

( or before a while )

It / he / she

Was gone

And all I can say

Is

I SURE AS HELL

DON' T WANNA GO THRU

<THAT >

AGAIN !

)(                   )(

////  • ||
<>

##

I breathe and you live

My life outgoing

shall give you

All that you ask for

And ask from you

All you can give

//

//

The lover contains in his heart

The mirror - image of your perfect soul

Your perfect soul also contains the mirror - image

Of every other

//

Accepting love shows you your

Human potential

and full human responsibility

//

We are only ONE

we are filled with love

Or we are empty

//

Purity & Justice

we marry in the light

For all to see

.


( According to the poems of HP )

:::

love is the choosing of some soulless  human body

To be played with

Toyed with

&

Disingenuously glorify  

until

Like any other childhood toy

One gets bored with it

And discards

"""

Love is just a superficial

Desire

To have and possess

It is a feeling that never deepens

Only one that weakens

With familiarity

Until it dies under the weight

Of its inherent triteness

//

and every one
and everything done in the heat of the moment's need
to
be treated honorably

and you!.?
do you need to be
so treated?????
--
--

i know you are not sure
you are too busy
to be sure
of anything
to be SURE
to be assured
of love

love is game we win or lose
win or lose
by which we are abused or abuse
love is such a game
we play

and here we are
soon we are dead
or old
or
whatever
old or dead
or

whatever.....
--
--
we soon are over
love
and its games

soon we are old dead or whatever

in the heat of the moment's need

to be treated honorably

we are very busy
so busy
so very  very busy

making sure
we art  not loved
or loving

love is such a game we play

.




The breath !

Seed of universal life and death

//

shared with selflessness

And generosity

••

( everyone is wanted now )

••

The flower child

The warrior lad


Find each other

And are glad

><

We

Are of holy mountains


We drink

From the fountain of nectar

In the hills

Where all dreams come and lay their

Treasures down

//

( she smiled at me )

•

•


LOVE

//

We breathe

We are Light


Every child may come home





.

.



He was afraid to stand up

Against the police

On behalf of Liberty

And

Justice !

And yet

( get this ! )

He expected to find a girlfriend  

Someone to love him !!

.:::.

Now what girl could ever love

A boy like that (?)



.

0    0
<>  

/  ( • )     (  • )  \

:::::


I think we all need

A little big more understanding


There is a mountain there to climb


A holy wisdom to attain

Amid the lovely ladies in pain

Are 1000 children calling you by name

•


She has a warrior sister

Let's go there

••


The waters !

Time to walk upon the waters !



.

//////

we write of love so easily

When it really is not love at all

••

Every love poem from

Some                "I"
to
Some             "you"

Is so very ugly
&

morbidly sick

:////:

Jelousy is not a proof of love

But a proof of the absence of love

( a pretended love )

••

after totally knowing a person

And coming to totally respect
( and respect completely )

A person

Then it might be appropriate to use

The " word " love

But by then it would be

Unnecessary

••

When someone writes of the

3 magic words !

You know this is not someone

To be taken seriously

••

To think

A MAN'S **** IS LIKE

PINOCHIO'S NOSE

will not hurt you in the end

••

ah sweet child on the road

Remember

There is some place that you are going

And you will get there

Certainly

.

Like a lamb !


<>


she is a mountain of strength


;;

If you don't trust yourself ... (?)


( Well )

•


Come walk with me


We ll
Get home


Some day ( at last )



We will get home

I know we will



.
.