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The animals are ***** and rutting
The plants are tall and green pollen breezy,
And mushrooms like tiny *****  jetting
The rolling Hills are pregnant not sleezy,
The lakes are *** -I try not to be cheezy.

The trees are ***** like a *******
The  trees ***** ready to gush -I state,
The hills are round and smooth,hard like a rock
The hills are pregnant with life,I dictate,
The soil is ***** black with life I reinstate breezy .
My dead are my friends of the past
One is Micheal who had red hair,
Other is Alan a freak beyond compare
My dead are my friends of the past.

One is Micheal who had red hair
Both decided to compare notes,
Micheal had striking anecdotes
One is Micheal who had red hair.

Both decided to compare notes
They were in Cafe 93,
The Honored dead  place of safety
Both decided to compare notes.

They were in Cafe 93
My dead are my friends of the past,
Thier  form gone but thier memory’s last
They were in Cafe 93.

My dead are my friends of the past
One is Micheal who had red hair,
Other is Alan a freak beyond compare
My dead are my friends of the past.
I see your pic and I am horrified
The way they killed you I feel mortified .
You look like  volcanic ash petrified you
You are certainly missed by loved ones too.
We  have families ,hopes and dreams to live out
If you were living you would be kin no doubt .
I blame the monstrous horrid Jews for your doom
Israel  needs to be put in a tomb.
I have zero pity for Zionists
This philosophy is full of holes and ****.
A lunar moth sublime will fly to light    
Green larva changes to a lovely moth  ,
Its  cycle of life  like death  will bring insight .
Death like a moth you flit about for naught ?
And your  karma is like  your next life’s cloth
If you fly to close to the light you  get burned,
And you will  reincarnate lesson earned.
To my former self.:
I died today .I could not  continue
It happened in St Margaret’s nursing home
Old age ,rules my grace  rotted thru and thru
I  practiced void mind meditation too
Death was painless .No need to reincarnate
My mind void like space like a hawk -I fly
To my old life and its problems good bye.

To the living .:practice void meditation
Identify your mind with voidness
Then your karma free of devastation
Upon death you are free
Free of humanity’s state  stupidity

Old age homes liberty stunted I speak
Life force ****** out of you as leech ***** blood
Live well be healthy  nature trekking-good
Connect with all life but be unique
Else you will lose what you are-become weak
“Write a poem in which you speak after your own death. Imagine what death looks and feels like, what your emotions are. What advice can you give to the living?”

— The Poet's Companion: A Guide to the Pleasures of Writing Poetry by Kim Addonizio,  Dorianne Laux
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larry mintz Dec 13
I received Eihwaz twice this week  
It is time to grow inside out,  
And it is Eihwaz’s time to speak
Shed dead skin  is what it’s about.

It is time to grow inside out.        
My skin is  like a Yew’s long bark,
Shed dead skin  is what it’s about.
And growing within  hits the mark..

My skin is  like a Yew’s long bark
And chuck the old ways like a snake sheds  hyde ,
And growing within  hits the mark.
Doing this  I feel  bonafide .

And chuck the old ways like a snake sheds  hyde
And it is Eihwaz’s time to speak,
Doing this  I feel  bonafide
I received Eihwaz twice this week.
larry mintz Dec 8
Having a hollow holiday
Bored and barren blue days ahead,
And days like this fill me with dread
Having a hollow holiday.

Bored and barren blue days ahead
And during these times I feel blue,
I feel like a sinking ship too
Bored and barren blue days ahead .

And during these times I feel blue
Will my uncle show this recess ?
And will my ex  rid my distress
And during these times I feel blue.

Will my uncle show this recess ?
Days like this **** being disabled I say,
Will my uncle show this recess ?
Having a hollow holiday.

Having a hollow holiday
Bored and barren blue days ahead,
And days like this fill me with dread
Having a hollow holiday.
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