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 Oct 2013 Olivia Robinson
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There was a boy
willing to give her all the joy
discreetly trying his best to change for her
and make her feel secure
but deep inside he was weak
his feelings he cannot speak
but he did his best
and held her in his chest
he knew that she was out of his league
doing all he can just to keep her intrigue
but the boy had his own predicament
helplessly couldn't give her all the encouragement
for he cannot prevent
instead he went for it and gave her all the reassurement

Through all their laughs
hardships and humiliating moments

The girl
that didn't know she could make that boy twirl
eventually also couldn't resist
wanting to give him her very first kiss
forgetting about her cruel past
and giving him all her trust
for she had evolved into loving him
thinking her chance were very slim
telling him nothing about her feelings
only if she knew that he thought she was so appealing
she is giving him the silent treatment
thinking this a test for some sort of commitment
now she is constantly ignoring his presence
giving him one word sentence

Both are feeling doubt and insecure
saying how they're not so sure
anymore about their feelings for each other
and how they can't ever be lovers

Now they're back to being strangers
thinking they are better off without one another
their paths never converging
for there are just another unrequited lovers
teepee dwellers gather rounddancing flames, natures soundhappy hippies, beads and banglesvegan food but leather sandals save the earth, soap-dodgers pleadflower power, worship weedhate pollution, love the treeslove and peace, pure and free dreadlock strands, ***** handssymbolic signs from aeresol cansacrylic colours produced by manthe hairy eco paints his van van thats spews black filthy smokebalding tyres, handbrake brokesigns of peace and global gleeno wipers, tax, or m.o.t workin hippy knows the scoresummer paid by winters choremother earth their passion causeand some drive home in four by fours
yellow is the color of my love's hair
blue is the color of the sky
we'll grow wings
and past the stars fly
dropping bombs
of peace and prosperity
all of us panickers
will for once see in clarity
we'll stay up for the sunset
and wake up for the sunrise
we'll act like its a
fabby bday suprise
we'll overtake the world
and change it to one that's good
there won't be any violence
life will drop it's shadowy hood
love will be our governor
and hope will be the president
I can't wait to be
that country's resident.
We stopped in the
whispy city,
the hippy boy and me.
We thought of the
good times and bad,
and encouraged our minds
to be free.

We came upon a drifter
a ***** old man and
his wife.
We never felt the distance,
though imagined their life
without strife.

But where can we be
today
alone in our world
side by side.
We thought about
loving good times
so great and yet
we cried.

Reenter the crispy-
like city,
snow covered,
serene & oblique.
We wandered around
with no purpose,
an oasis that just
sprung a leak.

And who never fought
the war,
the angular, meaningless
scourge.
We found all the cities
amuck,
and all we could sing
was good luck.

So who never sang
the song,
that glorious, soulful
olio.
Just me and that young
hippy boy,
while nobody else
really cared.
January 7, 2001
Like dude:

It's all just one big

Hippie commune

But everyone pretending
To
Own a pile a ****
And guns!
--
-------

Hey babe!

If ya wanna get laid
Just spread your legs
..

If you want love

Better learn some things

-------about it---------

---

Most of you seem
Like
You're already stupid

So
You don't gotta go
To
High school

Anymore!

----

In my last poem
I walked the Long beach
Home

So in this one
I'll
Just hang out with

Da dudes

In the hippie commune
--

Hey you!

Why don't you come too
You once stood for something.
When they told you "NO"
you stood like a black-eyed-susan.
like the tao.
but when they beat you, betrayed you,
hogtied and pepper sprayed you,
you got angry.
You did things that soiled your good name.
I guess you just should have learned to take it,
like the tao.
like the tao, and wait.
like the tao and let the waters rise.
like the tao and overcome.
the weak overcome the tyranny of man with numbers.
WITH NUMBERS.
as each drop of water equally starts the flood.
like each living being that has ever thought
"I will overcome."
I will overcome.
I WILL OVERCOME.
WE WILL OVERCOME.
OR AT LEAST WE'LL DIE TRYING YOU *******!
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