.


Well

I guess that's true

( sorta )

You know

In some half -assed way

)?(

You know


Politics and all

:::

Sorta true

Well

True enough to fool the masses

Who want to be fooled


.

.


Are we ever

As a society


Of individual communities

and independent people


Gonna sit down and meditate

And become enlightened

And act in the world from a point of

Personal Sovereignity


OR


are we NOT going to do this

And remain enslaved

To the basically unknown

And uncomprehended forces

Ruling our lives


:

.


.. . It's such a beautiful day

--

Such a lovely

Child in your arms

Such a beautiful song

"

we are on that road

Goes from

Here unto there

It's gonna take a long time  

But still YE feel bad when it's over

But for sure

It is never over

""

Gather together

See if we can get it done

Sure enough

We get it done


.

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/  ( • )  ( • )  \

/   \


<<<<####>>>>



goin back to ... ( ? )


Well

I think ya know what ya gotta know

)(


I talked to some Jewish people after WW2

And many said

YA KNOW

NOT TOO MANY PEOPLE FELL IN LOVE

AT AUSCHWITZ

( not too surprising )


SO

what are WE trying to do ! .. (?)

""

How can we fall in love here

Without a commitment to change the world (?)

WE CAN'T  !


::

So let's change the world !

How ?


By loving everyone

Before seeking a special one !


Easy enough !


::::::

Let us change the world by changing ourselves !

Love by love by love !

asking our lovers to love all others  !


After awhile

It'll all make sense

And we shall be free


//

.

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


.

.



& I too


Born on the endless tide

( oh how subtle is love ? )

••

(         ••

                                     She said so many things


Beautiful things

Yes


                                         Many beautiful words are spoken


)(


One bird in the sky


an only bird


One tiny seed of a tiny idea


)(

What good are ideas ?


war ... ?


That's an idea


)(


How so subtle is love ?

""

If it weren't for me

Would you even know your name ?



.

.



naked winds blow !

We ( the dying

Children of dying Man )

up in barren hills

Looking for shelter in


Ancient caves

)(


trying to remember

What we need to know

//

To survive  ?

To find joy ?

Simply to breed ?

)(

Looking to understand

Some basic things

)(

Trying to stop the massive pain

That is killing us all

••

We gather together sometimes

Hoping next time will be better

And we won't come to war

•

Something about love ?

No one knows anymore


;:;


I speak softly

( if ill at ease )


  •


Come


Let us try again


To create each other from out the chaos

And suffering

Come

Listen


As I try to recall your true names

As we try to become

Human beings again


.

.


Simple is love


The gentle simple man

Sees the train go by

•


•

The sense of freedom ?

The sense of honest and open participation ?

)(

the dying dreams of crying children

Mar both the day and night

••

We huddle

In transient hotels

We recall the poems of ancient real
Poets !

And we wonder

As we wander about


WHY

THERE IS NO POETRY ANYMORE


••


Simple love


The gentle lover

Is a crippled old man

Who still sees

He stills puts all of life

On every line

••

The times


Like the daily commuter

Taking the workers into the places

Of their slavery

Rolls on by


The sense of freedom and dignity has died !


\"/

the dying dreams of crying children

Vanish from sight

The rain


Falls


Poisoned waters


Fall


The crying children fall


Just my simple poem


Remains



.

.



Dying


The  / .... ( world ... ) !!


•


We rise early


We rise


The sun rises


I arise

We arise


( lovers -/-

Of the real kind

WARRIORS


OF PEACE )

...


It ain't over till the weak brothers quit

:::


And the weak sisters yield to fornicating

With the demons of the deep


)(


In the wild freedom

We release

The true spirit


And survive




.

.


Love

******* ******* LOVE

//

the claim to be in love !

The claim that ones existance has some significance

Be YE a tea bag patriot

Claiming to love AMERICA

Or a HP babe claiming to love a boy

!!


Trying to show others your life is real


!

YOU ARE MY ONLY ONE FOREVER !!

Jesse ******* ******* CHRIST


""

She says

I LOVE YOU

He says

*******

//

The tea bagger comes to SAVE AMERICA !

AMERICA says

Really ?

Jesus ******* Christ !


""

So

Why don't we accept the pain that is here

And really live and really love

Instead of filling up the world


With STERILE words of stupid love !

Do you know why you do it !


You know you fool no one

Public dying !!

******* that's all there is


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