I am the prey
Of those Hunters who are  on the "hunt of the strong will"
A species of heart, in-measurable value in the capture
of a rare and almost thought of non existent race
of Human Heart - the head mounted over a fireplace sill..
hung proudly, a conquest, for the weaker souls to taste, in victory, the capture of the stronger
energy in such is a challenge to track and fight
It takes the other eager hearts time spent, neglecting other's of their type for a better hunt capture, a safari that takes so much more longer
in time and expense of energies
that weakens their travels with a worn out and outdated map
to the "brighter paths to the gardens of the strong"
Will's well pours out only so much magic for the larger hearts to collect, in them, its waters.
Now they close in..he slips away...
The allusive "Strong Will Species"
such that overwhelming admiration and envy mark their hot branded burns upon their egos
with each measurement to the special adaptations to the heart of this beast
Such can fill the hunger for a well earned hunt for much empty species for energies
that makes up a banquet of a feast.
They can try with all their skills and might
for magical and more bright mystical heart's energies
can never be overtaken
they can never be tamed
With each misguided hunt to even more greed-filled envy and hunger for what this "Strong Will Entity" does hold
they fail to hunt for the well ,itself...
For feeding their thirst for energy with its waters
and feeding the hunter's need for strength with the waters of knowledge
Bleeds out energies with the wish to capture and ****
The head of such and unbeatable beast which to hang the head upon their pride's shelf.

There Is A YOU That’s Only You

There is a You that’s only you
And no one else:
The meditative point’s dynamic
Force that stimulates all progress;
Within the system You or process.
You the core, nub, bottom line:
You without a fine distinction.
There is a Cause that’s cause
And nothing, nowhere else.
For some an easy goal,
Even a means of solid gold.
The point of points is to unite
The You that’s only you with Cause,
Invisible, one might
Proclaim invincible.
So let us start with you, your tool:
Arms, legs, trunk, head
Inside of which the trillion cells
(More than the stars, the galaxy’s as well)
Which make up I and All Q that is you.
Why do you think they’re there?
To share with others, naturally,
But to evolve to unity:
A two in one,
(or if you’re into Trinity
Then three…)
To make the story short,
Wise thinkers, seers over all the planet
Have perceived pragmatically
Two ends:
To find the You that’s only you;
To get into
The Cause that’s root.
After which you’re through
To all that is and true.
The end.
There Is A You That’s Only You 1.9.2018 To The Child Mystic II; Revelations Big & Small; Arlene Corwin

Fool me once
shame on you
fool me twice
shame on me
fool me thrice
it's ok
fool me
four times
**** it
I want to rhyme
Fool me five or six
even seven times
so be it
I always want
to be a fool for you

HA!
Hahaha.
What sound did your brain make,
When you read this?
Was it the sound of you?
Was it the sound of someone else?
Was it the sound of someone you fear?
Or was it the sound of someone you love?

Hm.
Let me think about that.
AH! I have my answer!
It is:
all of the above.

I saw Monticello
A foggy Appalachia
And learned that day
Thomas Jefferson owned slaves

Those angered spirits
Hallowed howling souls
From within the worm-torn earth
Left low-vocalized debt-cords
Tied around a guilty frame

Two centuries ensconced in brick
A time fondly forgotten
When the radicals sung their starling songs
To a land of gin and cotton

There will probably not be another Whisky Rebellion
With the **** beat out of Dixieland
Instead
Watch the T.V dinner-pan out
A Social security check
to every Pioneer.

Down go the statues and mountains
There will be no old memoriam here
It’s time to return these borrowed things to earth
Now that their end draws near.