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"...go to hell, purloiners!
you breached my trust...my privacy,
both, are sacred to me...
what about you?
...is anything at all sacred to you?"
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It's been
three days and more,
of crossing fears...thinking,
how easily......and suddenly...
one's precious worded gems,
could be exposed to strangers' eyes...
to think that private thoughts can
no longer be private, is infuriating...
how does one deal with violated privacy?
i'm ailing...while drowning in dim streams
.....all assurances, now disputed
all negative possibilities considered
i'm paranoid...the devil is winning...

the stomach sympathizes
with a disconcerted mind
growling its discontent
creating deleterious acids...

mad, upsetting hours stay for a while
holes must be mended or patched...
what was disorganized ...must be straightened
got to start from scratch

these past evenings, i trod
through hot valleys bright with fire
burning with anger and disgust
...for, i felt betrayed,
never have i been this way before,

.....i must go back to the water.....

slowly............i wait,
'til i can look past those trees,
those walls....those worlds outside, and
from them, create a swinging hammock
tied on two coconut trees~~~then
feel a mist from a not so far clear, blue ocean
feel the breeze whisper its magic spell
to cool and melt the fires within
be at peace with everyone
with everything...

i must take hold of that space
where i'll float...and i'll forget
where i'll toy with the ripples
and be overcome
with
~~~~moments of zen~~~



Sally

All you say will be used against you
and the perturbed miners dig in
the purloiners stoked and give dinners
and the maniacs devoted their lifelessness
paying homage to accreditation warped watch
a badge of honor on an anti-hero regressed mental
as a laughing graced pondered the absurdity of man
is it conceivable to live for three score years and more
and under the neon pollution and madness of Mary's child
and be bothered by voyeurism when clarity rules pristine mind
Only robbers an lepers hide in caves and shadows where winds cries
and the ridiculous read ridiculous news and leave doors open
while the streets hawkers beg to sell their fears to the braves
with generous helpings of ignorance that minds are alike
some heathens with pitchforks and spears chew hay
the modern day medievals with envious hearts
the demos uprising of missing links amass
sick minds long swept in mindless winds
it is not the age of reasoning or light
watch what you say to un-deads
laughing is crying in here
whispering is shouting
and Gentleman Jack
is your bride to be
in this drama
of ghosts
where
fools
are
sages