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                •
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//                                            

without respect -- there cannot be love

                                      //

now

We know we live in a country

Where our basic liberties and freedoms

are being stolen from us

Are being eroded

And that most of us are feeling hopeless

In regard to doing anything about it

//

So

We see our LOVER in this same state of despair

Of anxiety

Of pain

And how can we respect that ?

•

It is the same in regards to how we are seen

By the LOVER

•

Really

It it is a question of SELF respect

projected outward ...

as CARL JUNG might say

//

WE REFUSE TO SEE THAT WE ARE ALSO PART

OF THE DARKNESS

BUT ONLY SEE THAT THE OTHER IS TO BLAME

//

Hence

We live in fear

In depression

In pain

In self doubt

And loneliness

•

I believe that only by stepping back

So to speak

Into a higher vision

call it

God

Evolution

Revolution

TAO

religion

( whatever )

Can we find the common ground

That will enable us

To respect

OURSELVES

AND OTHERS

and that this is the only

Foundation

From which

LOVE

might grow

And bring 2 ( or more )

People

Together

In common purpose

And with a common Reality

//

Knowledge  ---

This occurs when we come together

Each in full consciousness

And appreciation

Of all others

                          ( of each other )

///

///

From this perspective ---   Let us  look at our poetry

And we see --- people

BROKEN off from each other

and crying out for              
                                                     JUST ONE OTHER PERSON !

to take the place of the WHOLE COMMUNITY

and to see JUST THEM !

to know JUST THEM !

and NOT TO SEE OR KNOW !

                           anyone else

///

                                  ( Why this is thought is NEVER addressed )

:::

Hence

We see a society

Brain- washed and impotently seeking

That which cannot satisfy anyone

( except the MASTERS OF SOCIETY

Who find BROKEN people easy to control and enslave )

//

As we worship the all powerful ILLUSION

this

Y
O
U

Of our fantasies

//

This robotic killer drone LOVER

who is here

" just for ME ! "

and there to CRUSH

                                   EVERYONE else !

( and this done

                                               FOR LOVE ! )

:::

So

I must remind you

That

                               ( Ultimately )

The high purpose of Poetry is

The purification of our Words

producing a greater clarity to our Language

And a greater Knowledge of each other

And a more fruitful experience of our lives

/ (   (  \
/ \

                                                                                   ... free ?
0  =  0

                                                 ( every time )                                                                


//

ALL THE TAROT CARDS ARE ON THE TABLE

the GREAT SEER reads

( Every one laughs

And goes home )

...

0  =  0

( again )

//..//

we are so proud of our ego - less state !

Truth is just another form of Pain

but we

( the self - proclaimed  poets   ! )

Speak to our minions and not the world

:::

:::

It's just another day

Slaves

We mill about and see

Get scared and walk away

And come to the shelter of HELLO VANITY

/::/

I love you

::

words reduced to triviality

//

And false words destroy the world !

////

Free

0  =   0  ( still )

//

The lonely boy walking by

•

But it's someone ELSE ( not ME ! )

//

in the vast explosions of the mind

Real bombs falling

Death is here

(  • )                                                                        


[]
|    0    |
/\

                             alien lover from another fathomless dimension

Come to invade our poetry                                                          
­
With PAIN !                

( • )

we build our lovers out of snow

In the mad coldness of our dying hearts

So

We shouldn't be surprised

When they melt

:::::

The sure and the simple grace

Of the one who loves

::

the fresh smile always there

::

We try to **** it so we don't

Feel ashamed

::

and then we say

YOU BROKE ME !

When he 's forced to leave

///

Ah sweet girl

Please

Sit right here with me awhile

//

sit right here till

The Creation is done

//

and the Gates open

And it's time to move on

\  love   /
#

gentleness

Genuine / sincere

//

We come from

the BEGINNING

unto

THIS VERY DAY !

//

( all together now )

•

gentleness is strength

:::

In the park where every child

Becomes glad when we appear

//

In love in the rain

////

These times are broken let us not go there

//

We walk the long road to the hill

We see the mountain up ahead

•

•

Many the forces meant to tear us asunder

Let us not be the traitor or the betrayed

///

Many are dying

( can't you see ? )

Most are crying silently

//

//

Poems are written

Songs are song

//

The healing is over

Or just begun

//

In a little while we shall know

bout if we just lie there broken

Or get up and grow

^^^^

Up on Logan mountain lives a saint

//

He does not cut himself with razor blades

So you might think his life is boring

Or that he knows not love

( he does )

//

//

upon Logan mountain you are free

To see the world as it is

//

He and I sit there alone

It's sorta funny in a stupid way

//   //

//

From here you can see

Everyone is a puppet

And who pulls the strings

//

Logan mountain !

The beating heart of humanity

//

Gentle he is

The sacred love floating on the Breeze

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                         (  
                                      •
                        ­                             )



^^^^

the nakedness of the eternal marketplace

For excuses for our lack of real love

//

( salvation on the cheap )

she sells her body expecting Indulgences

from the Church Of Human *******

///

( mating like swine we please our masters )

•

The chill winds that numb us

And mask the fact that we are already numb

//

We talk so playfully of pain and death

To mask the fact that we are terrified

Of any thought of an after-life

//

the little boy

( over there ! )                                                
Are you surprised

                                       That he looks just like you ?

••

I love you girl

I love you for your floppy *****

Spread your legs quickly

Soon I'll be gone

||||

the little girl

Sleeping underneath the bridge

Go tell the kids

Then we'll go have some fun

••

pretend we are policemun !

//

( true ameriguns ! )

//

We could simple be loving but why ?

••

We are lost / almost gone

//

Who is pure ?

We know !

NO ONE

////

Simple as

The grace  you so gently are showing

••

••

Thru the high school corridors

Where the young girls wave

There cute little ***** in the young boys' face

and tell them their ******* are Heaven 's Gate

///

..... She walks on

Outside to the sun and the fields and the hills

And to the true children who  surely await

••

by the Wishing Well

they ask for pure water

And nothing else

//

Soft and truly .... Lovely

Is love

//

Warriors and angels intermingle

||

The school burns down in ugly flames

•

They stand and watch for a little while

///

)(             one way or another            )(

////  • ||
<>

##   ##

Sing if YE wanna

( Love if YE can )

••

Dyin day .......

///

Kinda strange

Seein the way you pretend

That it's all okay

///

Dyin

Dyin

We dyin in every way

///

playin the same ole games

///

The tiny child on the road

So stuck in our yesterdays

••

The young girls in their masquerade

As if they are really lovers

••

Tryin hard to erase

The knowledge of the dyin day

•••

We are strong

We can overcome

••

There is a subtle power

( but you heard about it

Many times already ! )

//

//

Dyin day

( sing if YE wanna

Love  if YE can )

)(                     )(
^
^
<^>
////  • ||
<>
                           )
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              /\       /\

~~~~~~

now / ain't it sorta funny

( Gettin a picture a things

By readin the poets here )

that the world consists of a bunch of people

Hanging around

Waitin to here the 3 MAGIC WORDS !

that will supposedly cast a numbing haze

Over their consciousness

( which will be treated as a wonderously

Desirable state !!!! )

& that in this state they will moon around a bit

******* unconditionally the

supposed spell caster

Until ( in a moment of pure uninhibited delirium )

They will start screaming and cursing

And slicing themselves with razor blades !

and falling into a ****** *** filled heap

On the ground mumbling like idiots

" why ? why ? why ? "

//

now // this doesn't seem like a very evolved species

Does it ?

It doesn't even seem like a species even worthy enough

To survive ....

WELL SO MUCH FOR THE THEORY OF EVOLUTION !

but then again

To think some GOD

Some HIGHER POWER

created this pile of uselessness stupidity

ON PURPOSE !

is beyond comprehension

••

WELL GOODBYE CREATIONISM !!!

///

The only plausible alternative

Is that some DEMONIC OR EVIL ENTITY came

Took

One big humongous **** .....

.... And here you are !!!!!!

:::///:::

What do you think ?

///

( this is surely a trick question )

There being hardly anyone around here who can think

Or even wants to