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If this were a 3-D painting I'd have an image of an angel
hovering high above and to the right

but then i'd zoom in ( like a movie ) and it would be
a liitle boy with curly hair

looking down and then we'd see the masses
huddling on a fiery plain

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Who are we ?

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no
I won't

I won't enter the fight
I won't invoke some god

I won't find me some leader
To make everything right

I won't paint pretty pictures of men on the plain
Below hovering angels

No I'll speak in soft words
That make everything clear

And lead surely to peace

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WELL
YA AINT GONNA MAKE IT TO HOLLYWOOD !

Someone said

**** !  YOU AINT EVEN GONNA MAKE IN ON
HELP POETRY !

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The long angular day breaks like a little boy life
On American streets

Where red bloodied young bodies lay at the feet
Of the red blooded police men

who earn extra money roaming the COMMENTS SECTION
Looking for MUCRO  DIVINUS and her ****** ilk

And I huddle with my ***** on the infinite sands
Of words that describe youth's wild free passionate
Display of the **** and *** looking for hands
With which to idle friviously away these mindless days

BUT WHY STOP HERE ?

we are beings of power
We can bring forth joy or pain

We can create with any emotion that we so desire to use

We can attain to whatever we desire with simple ease

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I choose to be SIMPLY WHAT I am created to be

And so I am

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and

YOU TOO

Whatever the market will allow

OR

Yes indeed

Something else