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Hey now
The world's on fire with fear

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Hey now momma
Your child ain't with ya now

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He goin down down again

Drowning in a sea of mass illusion

Guns are shootin every which-a-way

Flags are wavin all
Over the place

Flags are wavin all
Over the place



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                               ( we come from a long line a monkeys )



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We come to    
                                            

Understand it all

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We are a strange lot



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we feel all pain

In order to learn  to heal

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Sometimes

( like now )

There is too much to bear !

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We are so fragile



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Life is hard


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                                         ( Ya dumb **** ! )

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Ah
Such is love

Here on the prairie !


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_it takes a lotta a pain to make a girl into one of these semi dead
Narcissistic

Hunks of mutilation

Throbbing ***** fantacies

And generally speaking

OBESE MORONIC ADDICTS

OF ONE KIND OR ANOTHER _

( dedication in a way )

That we sense are everywhere

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People like you  & me

( the common man )

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We are a long way from the  revolution !

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Sipping our wine

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Gentrifying the **** outta the neighborhood !

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So freely we become slave


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To oh so many things



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                                            ( cruelty )

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Little girl gets ***** by uncle Louie !

( tough luck little girl ! )

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Simple poem tells

The simple story well


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The 15 year old girl
Searches for love (?)

Let us follow and see what happens to her -- okay (?)

Then we shall all write poems about her

And compare  (!)

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Nah

It ain't no good getting lynched

Especially when they mutilate your genitals

And leave you up there for a week

To terrorize the neighborhood

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Nah

It ain't no good being a 15 year old girl

Searching for love

Having your naked mutilsted genitsls

Exposed before the masses on some poetry page


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                                                      ( cruelty )

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AND AT THE FINAL
MOMENT

I APPEAR

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                                         ( flower child song )

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Mother of Earth


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she sees what you are              
and she won't go there                              
      no more

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( time for Purity )

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It's like a poker game

Before you place on the table

A ***** , 2 **** , and your heart

You should know exactly
what they're worth !


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We have become

little images of grafitti

Being blown
Down the street

To end up as ***** stained fragments

Of old newspapers

In some alley somewhere

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LIFE !

How we philosophise  about it

When we all know we are too stupid

To philosophize about life !

( just look at our lives ! )

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                The tiny insignificance of a girl !

                                      ( The little flower child ! )

She wanted to be an EARTH MOMMA

But the earth is gone !

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We have abandoned her completely

Yet

We cry out for love !


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On rainy streets

Poetry

( Looking for a poet )

Talks in subtle tones concerning
The great mystery

Few notice


Though some do actually

Heed


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And love so tender

Can somehow

Be felt and seen



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And in my life

                                              The flute plays
                                                            on and on


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dear wind

Tell the mountain I am near

And ask the deep sky not to worry

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Long days but still
Only


One dream is here

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She stands nakedly before the window

Decades of men march by

•••

I am only of eternal silence

I have really

Little to say


I only see what is truly here

And tell you the tiny things I love


•


In the holy archives


Come !

The story of mankind is here


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Yes !

I love you so

Oh
Yes

Yes I do



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                              ( she my love is quite the rage )


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In describable life

The magic is only dimly seen

But in the darkness of hidden dream

The demons and the saints do play

Mighty games of make - believe

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And you are born



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We are of a sacred lot

We run we jump we throw them *****
Right thru them hoops

Like good boys should

But sometimes freedom is understood

And a sense of destiny remains


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We walk fragile days

Into the heart of hell where love dwells

In tenemented poverty

Amid the neon sirens of the police


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She my love is all the rage

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Oh dear child don't you weep



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