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Unable are the Loved to die
For Love is Immortality,
Nay, it is Deity—

Unable they that love—to die
For Love reforms Vitality
Into Divinity.

Soowee, soowee. Top of our lungs
That’s how we used to call the hogs
And every time they would come,
Running just like well trained dogs,
Because they knew it meant food
Even though that food was just slop,
Those pigs have nothing like taste.
But nothing could make them stop.

Lately I have noticed human beings
Who seem to behave the same way.
They gobble the media slop they hear
Every day after mind-numbing day.
They too seem to have no taste
And smell something they really dig;
Nothing any sensible creature eats
But it seems to be ambrosia to a pig.

Squee, squee, squee they snort
And salivate, squeal and chow down
On the unpalatable pap served up
By the greedy media super-clowns.
It’s almost like they would pass up
A meal of honest, unvarnished truth
To gorge themselves to a stupor
On the crap they loved as a youth.

I’m always surprised that these folks,
This metaphoric, too human swine
Don’t go out in public in pajamas
Like worn by young neighbors of mine
With cartoon mice and supermen
Instead of the clothes of an adult.
They go vote like uninformed fools.
And current Congress is the result.

The garrulous little girl
Rambles her mouth at will
Very expressive in her speeches
Touching every heart that it reaches
She is already advanced in her knowledge
She should be a stellar student in college
Always talking about physics and chemistry
Along with advanced history

I thought of May briefly with her clay vases of portulaca ever spreading
Cut grass lending fair fragrance to
daydreams , bare feet treading cold , hidden
streams
The call and answer of whippoorwills
Evening Whitetails gracing green clover hills
To lie mure in evergreens
Swaddled in piedmont fantasy*..

I looked in the mirror and hesitated
I got nervous from being watched so i procrastinated
Then I got closer to my viewer
Seen the emptiness staring at me
And asked God for a reason not to perform this show

I received 2 messages ,1 from lust
The other from foolishness
Neither were from her
So I kept on my debate
Questioning sanity and life
I lit candles to help me see where to go

I hesitated again and heard the voice
"You've done this plenty times before
Look at you,You've got scars galore
WHAT THE HELL YOU WAITING FOR?"
I don't know but something changed

"I'll do this myself!" SLICE! SLICE!
Blood flowed from my arm to my wrist
A perfect "X" drawn into it
But instead of pain I felt strange

I cried because I felt nothing therefore
Couldn't be alive, That meant I had died
Or went insane

So I laid, sobbing on the floor, Cause it's
Easier to clean blood stains from here

Then she called so I wiped my tears

time trips us up makes us take stock
all those pressures and time dependant mile stones
so much hidden from view
we always had a view, on everything, so limited
trying to please the wind which ever way it blew
chasing our half remembered half enforced dreams.
time trips us up, makes us take stock
surprising how a mind can be changed, with a little timely help.

By: David W. Clare

Once a happy baby in her mama's tender arms
She grew up fast and left the family farm...

Traded some Rough Rider dude for a roll in the hay...

Tattooed black and blue on the Harley road to hell
Tuff road to ***; now she’s rollin’ down the open hard highway...
So sad, she's going, now she’s gone astray!

Tuff Rubber Doll

Loves a dirt bag doped out punk
Smokes a lot she thinks she's hip!
Now pregnant from a chump *** toad!
Hell dump her off at the truck stop up the road...


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I bet the world would be very different.
All acts would be taken thoughtfully and cautiously,
Peace would prevail,
Education would be deep,not for employments sake but for gaining of knowledge,knowledge to live by and not just make a living from.
Not everyone chooses to think deeply,others are scared they might know the truth,others just don't think they can think beyond opinions.
In every mind lies answers to questions life has to offer,
They always await being drawn out,
If wisdom wasn't an option I'd say its fine to be a fool,but since wisdom is a choice..being a fool is total folly.
Why buy your own downfall when you can choose glory?
Life is tougher for thinkers because everything means something to them,
Its easier for shallow minds because even something may seem like nothing to them,
In as much as life's easier for shallow thinkers,its not safe at all.there's so much to risk.
As for thinkers,solutions are at the tips of their fingers,and they're not scared to find out truths.
And because of this,they reveal truths everyone else might have known but had no way of putting  across or breaking it down..indeed there's nothing new under the sun.