.


Oh the wars will get you

It
Happens every time

•

One moment of raw anger

It's another

Story Line

)?(

Ride on the subway

Or the

Elevated Line

)(

Oh I do really hope you make it

And get home

Feelin fine

•

•

The angry people

Seem to everywhere

You ain't feelin so good
Yourself


))


And

Hurtin is on your mind

)?


Oh remember

( oh I really don't remember

Myself anymore  )






But if I

Do remember

You' ll be the

First one I remind

.

.



Life is certainly simple

::

When


HURTING SOMEONE

&

LOVING SOMEONE


are the same thing

!)

We rot here in the shame of

Our insincerity


//

Watching

( & enjoying )

Each other die

.




                                 Was a girl
                       I knew from

Baltimore

•

SHIRLEY (?)

( yeah yeah !
That was her name ! )

""          ""


XxxxxX


We drink we touch we climb.
High places for awhile


}}


Will the

Mother of the Gods

EVER

appear  

?????

""

If you are not the

SON OF MAN

Whose son are you ?

)()()(

Just be who you are

& call yourself what
You want

But I only make fun

Of the people I love

••

Into outer / inner space

Dripping blood

( NO NO NO !!!!

FORGET THE BLOOD !

BLOOD 'S FOR STUPID
ANTI --LOVE POEMS !

//

Okay !
Now
Where were we (?)

Oh yes

//

Into inner / outer space

we all come

Face to face with
Buddha 's face

& we know what He sees !

( oh my god !
What He sees '! )

When he sees you or me


---

On and on

The spaceship ride

Till

( in the words of
JIM MORRISON )


We break on thru to the

Other side



X

X



We are
Abandoned

But still

We are

Going home

)        (

a lost generation

In a world of distortion

||||||

We are still

Going Home


•


We shall carry

Everybody


We have         SEEN

from the top of the World

||

Noble creatures

God and evolution

Becoming One

>(

Oh child !

In the wilderness

The golden calf

Before our eyes


)(


We will do

What we have to

To survive.


((( ))))


Going home

Home home

We are

Home


X

.                



( hate to disturb the party but

If you look out the window

You'll see everyone running around killing each other )



No

Turning up the volume on the t v

Won't help


:::::


:::::


We are only the children really


What can we even hope to do ?

•

Oh

I'm not saying there IS an answer

But I'm bound to SEE IT clearly

::

And to be ready for THE CALL

//

We are only children really


So we should be pure of heart


•


We are the children of the world



.

:


.

I just read about some MEDIC

Awarded the CONGRESSIONAL

MEDAL OF HONOR

for saving lives under fire in Iraq

Getting shot and killed

In The American south somewhere

For walking down the street with

A black girl

•


( practice MINDFULNESS )


•

.





One more time


--


One more chance


To


Tell the truth

•••


One love



One life

••

You

(?)


Who

(?)


Wandering thru

••


Street lights shine

//


//

The strange police man

The ***

The loveless poverty


//

Holy song

One more day

One more chance


To come alive



.

.



blow thru the world


Makin it clean

///

Tiny child

Filthy *****

( Soul **** )

****** of purity

••

Wars rage

/./

Poets sit and *******

( thinking of their " Joey ! " )

//


Patriots are screaming

Phony love for a dead country

"""

All the religious folk

Talking of a god they do not know

)(

All bullshitters

Whose love is fake

All the same stupidity

..

Write away

Till you bore yourself to death

||

Or be free

from your cookie cutter lives
.

.



The dream not formed cannot die


We  worship half formed images

That look like deformed lovers

Thrown like discarded toys

Onto some doll house bed !

Oh !

Semi - human girl !

Formed from some

Cookie -cutter idea of Man

)(

Our suburban minds  !

//

Up and down on the swings

Whoopie !!

Let's get naked and take pictures of ourselves !

)(

Romance !!

How I love you what's your name ?

I think I'm in love with your **** / let's go home

Where forever awaits

And my ***** too


••

Hey hey

Babe

///

Maybe someday something good may happen

I don't know what

But we will hold each safe and secure in each other's arms

For a minute or two maybe

Until the drugs wear off

)(

You are so good !

I love your pretty *** and eyes

)(

Yes

Ain't nothin more YE need in a girl

But a pretty *** and eyes



.

:





homeland security

Is in your heart and  hands

( if you'd really try )

••

She put her lips to his ***** tip

He fell in love !

He wrote a poem about it

( if your interested )

••

Sweet earth mamma from the hills

Here she is

The real thing

•

•

•

if you would live best start  soon  


Soon the granola girls will be shot down

in the mirror see your ugly face

See it well and start to change

||

.




The most important thing you need to know

In order to write poetry

Is

NOTHING !


                                                          ( but you need to know it well )



::

.


Upon the hill

Under the stars

You and I and god was there

•

             •          •

It was a spectacular show

We finally come and all was understood

Amid the dissolving sense of mystery

••

Simply

You and I and god


We tred the  earth and all is good


X

.



if I were god I'd say


" I hear your prayers

but I really don't know what you want "

•


In dark hours

The boy appears

You know who he is
You know what he's come to give

::

And the sweet girl/child

We all know the promise
We all know what's hidden there


::::::

And I too feel all pain

///

And the pure river in the hills

•

Why do we wait so long ?

//

Today is Not A good day to die

( there is so much to get done )

::

Before the start of the ****** reign

:::

And dying is an ugly song

The children limping thru our city streets

><

If I were god
I'd try

To inspire you to rise up again

One more time

To stand forever

By my side


.

)?(




young girl

All the rich boys gaze upon her

•

The empty page

)(

( no poetry upon it )

))((

The years all come down to one word

On one day


? Today ?

?



In the burning city

Where the police play

<>

()          ()


We are gone from here

We are into " the Business"

Watching book sales

Waiting for payment

For our inspiration

Drawn from

Her pain

•

Little one

////

Come

Angels poets and saints

Are still waiting for you

In every shadow

Of the world

()

Some may say

This poem is HATRED !!

( attacking the sacred country ! )

Or even

The world of poetry !

"""""""""""""

Silly words

Meant to deceive

))((

The red river runs deep with death

LIKING

these false defenders

Solving the problems
They themselves create

•

•

FREEDOM

the young girl

(17)

Plays the piano

At the old age home

Where her grand-mother dwells

A lovely poem

Writing itself

//

Yes we still

All
Need each other

We are love


Not just a place with books to sell

.

/ | \
|
/  \

##


Humphrey Bogart sat on a wall
Humphrey Bogart had a great Fall

but he really was "pushed "
By some Evil Men

because he wouldn't stop

BOGARTING THAT JOINT , MY FRIEND


(:::----:::)

we come from suburbia

We come to find AMERICA

•
•

We found that AMERICA

is a police state designed to oppress

The poor

And all minorities

//

Here at HP

we are all

Good and loyal Americans

Totally oppressing

Woman and all other children

By romanticiizing the painful desease

Of phony over sexualized love

•

By so doing

We exploit each other massively

And I personally can say

That I am ashamed of every

So called lover or so called poet

On this site

For actively promoting this viscious

Self destruction

And destruction of others

Or for being so complicit in it

By not actively condemning

What you plainly see

and hence giving the lie

Credibility

/:/

.




                                            ( cruelty )

••


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

( tough luck little girl ! )

===

Simple poem tells

The simple story well


•

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  (!)

•

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

•

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


::::

                                                      ( cruelty )

•

AND AT THE FINAL
MOMENT

I APPEAR

X

.

We truly come unto each other                                  
                                          //

•

soil

Seed

Rain



::



Children  playing in the park

//

Mother

Daughter

//

The blind **** over there

Destroys the sense of sacredness

Which is so very necessary

)(

Soft fertile place

You and I together

At last

•

Soil seed rain


All the children in the park

X

.


...we all know where we truly are

()

||                ||


Before you tell me you love me

Show me what it is you think love is


( see the stranger  over there )

)(


Atone !


Reverberate completely with reality

)(


)(

))((


She loves me !


//


Working at the shelter for the lost children of the world

.

.


In her cookie cutter style !

:::

I told her I loved  her and she

GAVE ME EVERYTHING !!

( just like she always does ! )

Later she cried

( As always )

,..,

Cookie cutter girl !!!!

••

Which boy shall be next

//

Just tell her you LOVE HER

and it wi be you for sure !



.

.





THE WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST !


//

She rides the great drone airplane

Across the skies

//


Soft the Gump crawls thru the rainy streets

)(

Looking for his lady

)(

Just like you and me

•

The urchin cowboy

The ***** slave

•

The lonely highway



The masquerade


X

..





                                         ( she's gone BOO HOO ! )


::)) ((::

In memory of all the great poets who

Lost their Mojo when they decided to

Write the typical love /****  poems for the sake of popularity !

:::

YE TRAITORS !

HATERS OF HUMANITY !

BLASPHEMERS OF LOVE !


///


The peasant stumbles from the door

The prophet sees the death ahead

The poet stares at **** and ****

And Souls are sold for 2 cents ( no more ! )

••

( How can you love a poet  when even their love poems are filled with hate ? )


Most of our

" poets- of -lament - for - lost - love "

Seem like possevive jerks sitting at home *******

INK all over their gnarled hands !

UGLY UGLY UGLY


What is a poem ?

:::

But then

What is a

CANDIDATE FOR PREZ OF USA ?

//

Same **** !

()

So

You all out their

MY FRIENDS AND ALLIES !



have a nice day !




)(

.


We          
FALL IN LOVE
because we are afraid of really knowing
anyone

So we babble on  inanely about auroras and exploding galaxies

And broken hearts being mended
And other

Surrealistic things

That say nothing real

And make us seem too busy for social responsibility !

••

We then praise each other for our cowardice

As if courage is for losers

••

We of HP are a really sick group of people

Hiding from pain by making

our childish sillyAFAIRS

seem important

,,,

This we all know but do so anyway

Because our souls have been erased



X

(    )
(       )
/-----\


.


Love is .... Always Freely Flowing


)(

The enslaved EMOTION we write about here

Is not Love

But only


SELF ABUSE

::

( crawling at the feet of some designated

SUPERIOR PERSON ! )


And glorifying  this pathetic picture


Amongst the


LITTLE CRITTERS

( longing to be enslaved ( hence  "numb" )

who populate this  site

•


Poetry ****

for those in love with their sticky fingers !



.

.






Children

The elders are mad
From years of neglect

And lonliness

•

Like leaves a fallin in the gentle rain

<>

Death

Comes too easily

We gather together in grief

But not rebelliousness

//

The leaves land on our faces

Blindly
We walk on

••

••

Uncertainly

We walk on uncertainly

( it gets so hard to even see each other
For sure )

•

Lovers !

We are lovers who have no love

To give
Anymore

••

••

Harsher winds start blowing

We feel the suffering cut more deeply

;;

Tomorrow cries for the new born 's sake


//

We gather together


:::


There are decisions

We've got to make

//

before we face
The

HURRICANE



x

.



She wanders the streets like a dog in heat

Rubbing up against fire hydrants

Babbling inanities about  HIS EYES !

and sterile safety

And ultimately

Social fear

)(

Sniffing each other in and out

Panting and salivating

Like an addict getting FIXED

)(

Subtle the odor of death

Subtle the stink of oblivion

In the blank stares of naked children

Seen as objects and used as fools

)(

Melting

Merging

Meaninglessly

Till dead from boredom

And tired of ******

And getting *****


They finally

Get a job

Or go on welfare

Mindlessly existing

Till the agony ends


.

.




You can live

Ya just gotta leave reality alone

••

You can win the game

You just can't have the prize


><


the child in the market place

The good men come

The bad men come

)(

We are so very trivial these days

)(

the world



Come

Let us grab our Coupons and go there !


)(

Everybody grabbed their bodies

And ran outdoors


.

.





Slain by the dead lies we embrace

( dead lovers )


•••

Betraying the finest

We search for the broken rainbow's dream


••


ITS OUR LIFE !

we scream

But we really don't mean it
After all

:::

Yes it's hard to face the fact
That

We are insane

( stressed out

Almost inhuman )

/""""/

But we go on

••

Change is for heroes

And we are afraid

•   •

••

The soft walk

The children play on the park

I sit and dream

I wait for a new tomorrow


I refuse to see you in the old way

I wait for you to
Truly

See



EVERYONE
&
EVERYTHING


X

<>

/ ( • )  ( • ) \

||||||{
/\


__


If you die today

You'll have a day off tomorrow !

•


But then you
couldn't make your car payment

~~~~~





So he just went out and stated ******* ******

)(

He loved ******* ****** !

He hoped someday to get AIDS
and then die

)(


Besides ****** he loved ******* policewoman.

~~~



V

Isn't this a great country !

^

He likes best to sit on the subway *******

This iis New York City
so

No
One notices


><

The moon is full


A bunch a black people are being murdered

But do their lives matter !


/:


I thought


LSD !


Eveybody got to
Do LSD !

""""



Never **** a HP
POET !


to do so is to
Punch the tar baby !


( an image you probably

Don't know of )



•



Girls have *******


When you slime them with *****

You get babies


><


If terrorists killed us all

Would anyone notice a change ?


She said

I JUST WANNA TELL YOU HOW MUCH I NEED YOU !

::

( see what I mean )


•

•


According to HP

if you go into your parents'  bedroom and

****  your father while your mother
Is trying to pull you off

You will cause so much pain

All 3 of you will become poets


I don't believe it but it sounds good !


•••

Walking away from sanity poetry

Yeah

That's our real
Name



X

,



the day is dying

Kiss my ***

Love me

Praise my poems


•


Sick ******* sick

Kiss my ***

Let the child die

•

I'll tell you
What I am

You say

Thank you

I say

Kiss my ***

•

Hello poetry

Where the lips meet the ***

And strain

To reach the ******* before love dies


X

.


it is not so much that a poem may be plagiarised

( ah so sweetly brainwashed

The youth of a whole nation ! )

LET US KNOW COMPASSION

:/:

But that  the life of the poet is such that one might say

THE LIFE STYLE BEING DEPICTED IS A COPY - CAT

DEPICTION OF NORMALCY

( hence

" I can relate to that ! "

Becomes a cloned ..... term of praise )

•

I TOO !
I TOO !

//

Yes

The standards of poetry are being debased

But
( more importantly )

The responses one makes to the events and experiences
Of
Ones life

Are being compartmentalized and limited

To the narrowly defined objectifications we  place upon each other

||

" I am broken "

Is a SAFE response to an experience


Hiding

" why am I allowing the cloned norms of

A ******* culture to define me '

In obscurity

•

It's like politics


Where the ISSUES  ....... are given to us

And we are compressed into

Childish VOTERS!


Similar to how we objectify each other as

LOVER

EX- LOVER

( WHO WE " HATE " BUT STILL " DEMAND "

COME BACK AGAIN !"

//

And it is only a freakishly  deformed

DEMOCRACY

that we see being pushed in a

Wheel chair down the street

•

Likewise

It is merely

WORDS stuffed into baby carriage

That we call POETRY

•

Politically Correct Poetry !

Sterile poetry for sterile lives

::

Heart breaking sterility

::

Murderously Mundane poetry

//

Hatefulness disguised as love !

""

Anyone can be free

;;

The true anger at being manipulated

Becomes

IM DEPRESSED

//

The vision of an alienated society

Becomes

I NEED TO GET LAID   !
NOW !

//

The real questions we should be asking

Become

Stylized and cloned responses

That create a prison of words

That free poetry can help liberate us from

Or help us stay

Safely enslaved within    

)(

Poetry itself  is an act of ******
Liberation

//

IT BLEW MY MIND !

a response to a true poem

/:/

A poem about ones *** life

Is usually

Boring and contrived

Safely sterile

And numbingly

Repetitive




.

.


Little Girl

( on the road ---
To the market place

( sacred

Market Place )

//

Sacred little girl

Going to the

Market Place


:::

( the sacred market place ..

The sacred little girl

Carries a Wooden Basket

Covered by a Linen Cloth

)(


To the market place

The sacred market place

"""


Everybody sees her

And her wooden basket

Covered by a linen cloth

What is in the basket ?


Proudly she walks amongst them

With her wooden basket

Covered by a linen cloth


•

To the

Market place


The

Sacred market place

The sacred little girl

Is here




.

.





()()()()()()()()


""

sometimes you just gotta go to the mountains


------

We have lost the meaning of our own

Most personal symbols !

••

We have lost the means of talking about

Ourselves !

)(

We ***** and paw and call it love

)(

)(

in the mountains a fair maiden

A fair maiden in the mountains


It don't matter if you ain't there !

00

We are here

Oh yes

We are here !

We are always here

All the time



.

:






                                         ....... you are

•


And we (?)                                          
                                                  ••

Born of the 1000 dreams

The 1000 children of the night

;:;


We


Born to be together for awhile

( for the sake of eternity )                                              

•

The 1000 eternities


Everybody home at last



X

.

Bleed blood onto the page for you !

Dear readers fans & friends !!!

:/:

THIS IS GONNA BE ABOUT

UNREQUITED LOVE !!!

( boo hoo ! )

(( of course -- around here all
Love

Is unrequited love

Because only a fool

Could like an arrogant

Cookie cutter poet

Like we all seem to be ! ))

"""

So

Get out your hankies !

The tears are soon to fall !!

)(
)(
)(

( yeehaw)

)(
)(
)(

the first day song

Gentle girl

I see that you are not amused

At all the hurtful antics

That we play

•

We shall surely soon have to leave

This place

Of hungry anger

Looking to inflict pain

))((

True woman !

I see !

Dear soul

& I do so appreciate

The love you give to everyone

)(

The song complete

||•

Lovely lovely


With every child in your arms



.

.



                                                       survival song

-----

far from the

           LAND of
                                      MILK
&
                                HONEY

++

Oh child !

Riding on the bubble of

Your own fantacy

///

Beyond any sense of what's going on

••                          
Disaster

Stares us in the face

Even on the way

To the movie theaters

Where we see the distorted

Images of love

( & believe ! )

••

Death is an ugly thing

:::

Your cut wrists are not beautiful

And fear can be smelled

For miles  & miles
•    •

Shall you

COME AROUND ?

I don't think you will ever dare to try

//

But then again

You might surprise me


.

.



Any midnight will do

All we need in the picture

Is you

Peering from the dark bushes

At the rustic church tower and the

Mystic figures of the saints

The tower contains

;:;


Tiny boy in a giant's world !

A world in which humanity

Hardly exists !

( mostly just a bunch of

Sexed - out crazy girls )

We are so lost in the shadow world

Of shadow governments and shallow men

And twisted children on the run

||||

Rustic

The people gather

At the church tower and wait


•


( will it come to pass TODAY ? )

//

Looking into each other's eyes

Looking for omens and prophesies

Looking intently at the skies



.

"



GOD ................... (?)

                                                     ( everybody knows ! )


quit pretendin yer stupid !

)(

QUESTION
-----------

is dropping acid at midnight in New York City

The only cure for insanity ?

)(

Send your answers to

Bellevue  mental hospital  

New York City

••

•••

•

She took

All her charm and personality

TO THE BANK !

where she now has in deposit

2 dollars and 38 cents !

( such is the

American Dream )

"""



If it

AIN'T OVER

TILL

-----ALL-----

THE FAT LADIES SING


IT AIN'T NEVER

GONNNA BE OVER !





//

.
The Lumber Company

from clear cutting the forest


::::


she sat in the tree for 2 whole years

///

Her name was             Julia Butterfly

She named the tree       Luna

:::::
--------------

RIGHTEOUSNESS

-----------

..... the young boy

Overlooks the Kingdom

He sees himself

As

PROTECTOR

Of

THE WEARY AND THE WEAK

<>

he senses

( within himself ! )

The Source of all Goodness

In the     World !

•


He is not a stranger to you

( this young boy )

////

we are who we say we are

|||


The night is full of bright stars

//

In between (?)

The madness !

Seeking refuge in our fear

()

Oh !

Young girl !


Who is your TRUE LOVER ?

as you wander

Here and there




.

.




The 40 horseman !

Come to set the world on fire !


Thru the valley (?)


RIVERS OF BLOOD !


from the womb of human birth

::

from the ****** battlefields

From the Harlem midnight hell

Of simply knowing

Everything

•


the sabbath stray sense of justice

( The girl newly ***** )

The catholic honeymoon

( the altar boy and the priest )

//

The naked show

)(

Humanity released !!!!!

••

We settle slowly

Every now and then

Someone remembers


The first ***** Dawn

( down by the river )

Waiting

Yeah
Waiting


Jes me and you



.

My love is here



^^^^

The little girl


•



The sad music


///

Outside (?)

•

The street scene




The fire escape


The midnight dreams linger

Praise The Lord

I AM HERE

•


At the penny arcade


"""

Watchin the people watchin me


X

( the one night is here )




••                                                        
we come

From so very far away
                                                     ••



||||

She of the gentle smile and the fierce eye

And the ever present ******* of childhood's

First vision


•

•


We shall gather in the woods

The snow the rain the hunger


We shall live

•

•

We are the love that makes life real

For we are real

For she has showed us

That this is so

••

You know the girl I mean


The one who looks just like you

||

•    •    •

||

We dream of the purity

We know !!!

We are PURITY incarnate !


We come from where the

BEGINNING and the END

are One

great story

Constantly becoming

More true to itself

As we become

Truth itself

•

We are the gift of the vision that god himself

Puts  on earth so we may all become

In each other

Pure divinity



//



And so


The poem's done



X

.



We can write ***** poems about our fake love


But when death comes it won't be fake

••

( have you ever been there when the bombs go off ? )

)(


We pretend to be hurt by love

( we are stupid )

When death comes

There will be no pretence

•

Most of us are dead already

Thinking we are AMERICANS

•

Our poetry ?

******* waste of words and ink


X

.



:::::

She never was

Her broken heart !!!!!!

( she never really loved anyone )


•

Afraid to be honest

( to really love )


At the age of 35 she was a **** head

At the age of .36 she was dead



//:

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Come

The Open Road awaits

•


The nighttime prepares

Little hostels
(Tiny dreams !)

Visions of a mother and father

Who care

•   •

Cold cold the winds

Blowing thru our solitude

The prison of lies

The false love we are

So inclined to worship

•

•

•

Only you and the god of light !

May survive a day round here


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Fragrances !

Along the lonesomeness

Of this spring morning

6 a m

Central Park
New York


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she reigns !

In her realm of playfulness !

•

One could feel

That every child in this dawning
Moment of a sacred day

Knew she was here

Amid us

Again !

•

Every girl was afresh in fear and wonder

Every boy was picking up  ( in his mind )

Spears and swords

//

Every tree and every cloud in the sky !

Everything alive !

•

•

I sat and watched

And I tried

Reflect the fire in her eyes

••

••

The day is over

I sit here alone


But still I feel her love

And I know


That at midnight

She shall come !

Yes !

At midnight

She shall be here


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In this

                                         ..... ( the heroic times !

//

How can you girl !

Sell yourself

Like you do  ?

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Dead baby dreams !

;:;

We watch the destruction of the world !!

Writing of your lovers

Like you are just Barbie dolls

Some kid is playing  

House

With !

//


Lovless and afraid


Wollowing

In meaningless words  !

)(

Anticipating your end

CORPSES ENTWINED !



Cookie cutter people !

Cookie cutter poetry

Cookie cutter minds

Cookie cuter lives


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Sick

Dying

Ugly  little varmits

Running free

Loving each other ?

Watching each other die !!!

Stinking up the place !

//

Lazy little poets



Turning love into a disgrace


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Rollin river
Comin easy


the day I saw you
Was the first day

Big sister
With little brother

Both lookin
After each other


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Oh the sweet joy
The simple pleasure

Well we stand up
To be measured

Soft and easy
And the honor

Of looking after
One another


(;;)

We the seed of the whole human race

We the mountain
Song of the valley

Oh girl I thank you
Courageous lover

Oh so holy
Eternal
Mother

//

Oh so easy
Flowin river

We the people
One heart shinning

Soul to soul
Music and rejoicing

Sacred place this
Earth below our feet




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..can you hear it ?

So far away

•


Freight train in the distance


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Tomorrow in rags

The people in chains

)(

Lovers :!:

It's too late

Too late
TOO LATE !

•=•

Mournful
Sound

I come
From

Depths of suffering

BUT I'M FREE

Cause my love remains

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Oh
Oh

Oh sweet babe !


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the solitary girl

Looks on out across the vast emptiness

Of our society

And smiles

•


Slowly softly

She rises

)(

The internecine wars !

The petty love affairs and other false involvements !

our shrinking disappearing self esteem !

//

She smiles soft and slowly

Enters the world

•••


She will not falter

She will not sell her birthright

For no stinking porridge !!

//

She walks the real Earth with the Saints

•

Broken hearts !

Mend !


Walk the true road and she

( & I )

Will still be standing here

//

Death surrounds us


LIGHT !


Shine !!!!!!!!


•


We are the only TODAY


that shall have

A TOMORROW

!!


Come

Out of Trump's *******

Into the world !



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