I had a dream
and in the dream I was suddenly
given the first line of a song
and from that I quickly had a 2nd and 3rd
and beginnings of a 4th line
in the dream I woke up in a 2nd dream
and found a pen and an envelope from an insurance ad
I began writing around the doodlings already on the envelope
I could only remember the first line clearly
within the 2nd dream I was fighting hard to recall the 2nd, 3rd and
4th lines of the song from the 1st dream. I had finally finished the 1st stanza, and was trying to piece together what I had sloppily written around the account numbers, grocery list and additional notes I had written on this envelope when I was fully awake
this is when I woke up from dream 2 and began looking for a pen and paper
to write down exactly what occurred in these dreams
before it was gone...like the song

I've been criticized, ostracized, demonized, desensitized, scrutinized, chastised,  analyzed, generalized, politically sodomized, inspected, disected, directed, detected, deflected
all for acquiring and dispersing
truth
the only thing I haven't been
is plagiarized

there are sharks within the shadows
trolls amongst the trees
witches in the holler
and serpents in the seas

storm clouds harbor distant spies
from the dark side of the moon
your tv has a set of eyes
and they'll be coming soon

they do not like the thinkers
they despise the unbound thought
freedom has its limits
is that not what we were taught?

Now rise above your fear of those
who would have you begging please
search beyond the gilded cage
get up off your knees

I sought for my happiness over the world,
Oh, eager and far was my quest;
I sought it on mountain and desert and sea,
I asked it of east and of west.
I sought it in beautiful cities of men,
On shores that were sunny and blue,
And laughter and lyric and pleasure were mine
In palaces wondrous to view;
Oh, the world gave me much to my plea and my prayer
But never I found aught of happiness there!

Then I took my way back to a valley of old
And a little brown house by a rill,
Where the winds piped all day in the sentinel firs
That guarded the crest of the hill;
I went by the path that my childhood had known
Through the bracken and up by the glen,
And I paused at the gate of the garden to drink
The scent of sweet-briar again;
The homelight shone out through the dusk as of yore
And happiness waited for me at the door!

She complains to you how she's so fat
So you'll tell her that she's so slim
Backwards fishing for compliments
And the line is way too thin
But you better disagree with her
As soon as she drops the bait
If you don't, it will be you
Who tells her she's overweight

Everyone is mean to me
I heard her oft complain
Everyone always causes me
Nothing but hurt and pain
Everyone just hurts me
That's what people do
I didn't know how to tell her
If it's everyone, it's you

It's the one who is saying what we don't want to hear
Who is really saying the most
And the one pushing all of our buttons
With whom we will find the most growth
It's the guy begging for change on the subway
With whom we don't want to share
And the addict under the bridge
For whom we don't want to care
It's the fast-talker who says nothing
With whom we entrust all our riches
But the farmer covered in dirt
Can't afford to patch his own britches

I write too many poems
They're bursting from my brain
Hundreds may come out
But thousands still remain
I've got so much to say
Most of it is true
It's lifted from my shoulders
When I share it with you

No, your "god" is not at all great.
It's clear to all that you're driven by hate.

Explain how infidels provoked your wrath
by enjoying an autumn bicycle path ?

Universal unction
A beatific box
Friction in the function
A tutorial. A talk.

We winnowing the worship
We wiser for to seek
Here harrowing through
Hardship
We winkle out the "weak".

How holy is the hilltop
Which cannot help at all
How horrible the House of Pride
Which cannot help but FALL.

Please pray for persecution
Let them not stay their hand
GOD BLESS the repercussions!
The ground on which to stand.

I beg that I won't barter
Without nor yet within
I pray that I won't falter
I'll stand against the sin.

For the Church as it emerges
From underneath the waves
Surfeit in the surges
Gamboling in her grave

Wreaks havoc on true holiness
Divides doctrine "uncouth"
Gutting out the Bible
Laying waste the TRUTH!

The "Universal Union"
"All for one, and one for all"
"All roads lead to Rome"
How the mighty fall!

There are, in truth, just 2 roads
At the tolling of the bell.
The narrow to eternal life...

... and the broad road straight to

HELL.


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