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Simple is love


The gentle simple man

Sees the train go by

•


•

The sense of freedom ?

The sense of honest and open participation ?

)(

the dying dreams of crying children

Mar both the day and night

••

We huddle

In transient hotels

We recall the poems of ancient real
Poets !

And we wonder

As we wander about


WHY

THERE IS NO POETRY ANYMORE


••


Simple love


The gentle lover

Is a crippled old man

Who still sees

He stills puts all of life

On every line

••

The times


Like the daily commuter

Taking the workers into the places

Of their slavery

Rolls on by


The sense of freedom and dignity has died !


\"/

the dying dreams of crying children

Vanish from sight

The rain


Falls


Poisoned waters


Fall


The crying children fall


Just my simple poem


Remains



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Dying


The  / .... ( world ... ) !!


•


We rise early


We rise


The sun rises


I arise

We arise


( lovers -/-

Of the real kind

WARRIORS


OF PEACE )

...


It ain't over till the weak brothers quit

:::


And the weak sisters yield to fornicating

With the demons of the deep


)(


In the wild freedom

We release

The true spirit


And survive




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Me and my friends

All you really need to know


All the truth you need to see

:::
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/\


The long night is about to end


If you would  be free

)(

The sheriff's back in town

The small child is on the road

The mother walks the streets at dawn


Me and my friends


We got here as fast

As we could

But we.'re here now

As you can see



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best be true or life becomes a farce

)(

)    (

••••

with a blade hung from her waist

••••

but it was her eyes did penetrate

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We lived in a cabin in the Rockies

//

We was                tough


•

There is a truth we all

Intuitively know

That we all

So surely love to live

><

The sun rises over the mountains

;;::;;

Hail to thee

Earth Goddess

Blessed indian girl

In the center of creation

We finally are here




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Dance

Boobalina

Dance

:;:


She

Was a good kid


She got traumatized at an early age

She never road the Ferris Wheel no more

••

••••

Later

She joined the Merchant Marines

and spent 7 years at sea

••


Then she came back home and went to college


And then went on and became a major league
Baseball player

//

But  still

She never rode the Ferris  Wheel no more !

( she was traumatized at an early age )


I was in love with her


My little Boobalina

My how she could dance !

"""


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But

Then it's over


(Love )

Oh my lover


##

We talk

So very well

oh oh

in the summer sun


But then the rains come


oh oh

My lover !

/"""""\


The winds blow

Footsteps from the sands


Tears wash

The promises we made

Back into the sea from which they came


"""""

Summer

Summer

Soon its over


oh oh

My lover !

•


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& as so clearly it is now


We stand together and declare

The purpose of pure righteousness

And

The power of simple righteous love

""


I again affirm my human vows

Of service unto humanity

and promise to stand courageously

Before all darkness and display


The beauty of the Light

And it's loveliness and it's grace



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