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in honor of Ernesto's poem :                                  COYOTE : //                                                 broken :                  ( we who worship phantom grief and phantom sin ) //                                                                             We                                                       ( the betrayer !) Pretending to be ---- the betrayed ! Or Seeking adventure In the world of morbid love And the self inflicted wounds On hearts and skin //                             COYOTE !!! we traffic in the untold real Of feelings Sunken unto death We do not see the real We do not see the reality of bodies We do not dare think Of those who seek escape Unto the bloated filthy wealth we live within •• self indulgent !                                             ( playing with pain ) // COTOTE !                                                   we carry our poetic scars so proudly So as to guard ourself From those are are truly felt By the children of the world We sometimes visit If we are bored •• Across the borders and boundaries Of our minds and hearts // We ( who are of AMERICA 's dominion ) Have stated a million times That we do not care   For more than a quick release From any sense of responsibility Simply go on • Life itself All that goes on All around us every day Means nothing • We have our own slaves                                      ( called ---- " lovers " ) whom we take great pleasure To mutilate •• Oh Ernesto ( Bestower of compassion And the will To be reborn and to rise again Unto true honor and decency ) -- we may try to understand this time ( who can say ? ) // The power of god // The love of love // The seed of simplicity // Today and tomorrow // Trust / peace // The long trail // The mountain song That never ceases // The light of the eye that does not die // The little child // You and me // All that is good shall survive // If people say just what they mean And live what they say and put aside Meaningless lives
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Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
... whosoever would harm .............
in honor of Ernesto's poem :                                  COYOTE : //                                                 broken :                  ( we who worship phantom grief and phantom sin ) //                                                                             We                                                       ( the betrayer !) Pretending to be ---- the betrayed ! Or Seeking adventure In the world of morbid love And the self inflicted wounds On hearts and skin //                             COYOTE !!! we traffic in the untold real Of feelings Sunken unto death We do not see the real We do not see the reality of bodies We do not dare think Of those who seek escape Unto the bloated filthy wealth we live within •• self indulgent !                                             ( playing with pain ) // COTOTE !                                                   we carry our poetic scars so proudly So as to guard ourself From those are are truly felt By the children of the world We sometimes visit If we are bored •• Across the borders and boundaries Of our minds and hearts // We ( who are of AMERICA 's dominion ) Have stated a million times That we do not care   For more than a quick release From any sense of responsibility Simply go on • Life itself All that goes on All around us every day Means nothing • We have our own slaves                                      ( called ---- " lovers " ) whom we take great pleasure To mutilate •• Oh Ernesto ( Bestower of compassion And the will To be reborn and to rise again Unto true honor and decency ) -- we may try to understand this time ( who can say ? ) // The power of god // The love of love // The seed of simplicity // Today and tomorrow // Trust / peace // The long trail // The mountain song That never ceases // The light of the eye that does not die // The little child // You and me // All that is good shall survive // If people say just what they mean And live what they say and put aside Meaningless lives
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jeffrey-robin
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
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