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Footsteps ....... It's time to leave

                                                      (  you  m­ay come along   )

//                                          

             away from the dead                                        

And their dead  songs

                               The dead dreams

                                                      The­ dead poems

//

                                         come if you want

We shall follow the river to the sea

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you

Me

The 1000 friends

The immaculate perception

the simple true love

••

I'm tired

Of watching the loveless ******* ****

And moan and groan in pantomime of  pain

And all the hate filled images

They so proudly create

••

Footsteps

Let us follow to the river

The pure waters

The humanity

//

The

**** HUMANITY !

JUST FEEL SORRY FOR ME !!!!!

**** that passes for sensitive poetry

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I've had enough
Come

Sweet as you are

//

To the Source of Creativity

( that which created the world )

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You can ( you DO know -- I hope )

Escape

the great gods and goddesses here !

The golden ******* with their silvery tongues !

( you know the ones )

()

Come away

To the purity of words !

The sanctity

//

The FREE POWER

( your own )

//

The days are numbered

The  little petty stories !

How mundane !

The children are calling you by name !

//

So don't play the same old stale game

Of

**** ME PLEASE !

&

SET ME FREE

( though I give NOTHING in exchange )

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Footsteps

By the river

Come if you want

Away !

Unto the purity where we come from