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So Long! By Walt Whitman

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To conclude, I announce what comes after me.

I remember I said before my leaves sprang at all,
I would raise my voice jocund and strong with reference to consummations.

When America does what was promis’d,
When through these States walk a hundred millions of super persons,
When the rest part away for superb persons and contribute to them,
When breeds of the most perfect mothers denote America,
Then to me and mine our due fruition.

I have press’d through in my own right,
I have sung the body and the soul, war and peace have I sung, and the songs of life and death,
And the songs of birth, and shown that there are many births.

I have offer’d my style to every one, I have journey’d with confident step;
While my pleasure is yet at the full I whisper So long!
And take the young woman’s hand and the young man’s hand for the last time.

I announce natural persons to arise,
I announce justice triumphant,
I announce uncompromising liberty and equality,
I announce the justification on candor and the justification of pride.
I announce that identity of these States is a single identity only,
I announce the Union more and more compact, indissoluble,
I announce splendors and majesties to make all the previous politics of the earth insignificant.

I announce adhesiveness, I say it shall be limitless, unloosen’d,
I say you shall yet find the friend you were looking for.

I announce a man or woman coming, perhaps you are the one, (So long!)
I announce the great individual, fluid as Nature, chaste, affectionate, compassionate, fully arm’d.

I announce a life that shall be copious, vehement, spiritual, bold,
I announce an end that shall lightly and joyfully meet is translation.
I announce myriads of youths, beautiful, gigantic, sweet-blooded,
I announce a race of splendid and savage old men.

O thicker and faster—(So long!)
O crowding too close upon me,
I foresee too much, it means more than I thought,
It appears to me I am dying.

Hasten throat and sound your last,
Salute me—salute the days once more. Peal the old cry once more.

Screaming electric, the atmosphere using,
At random glancing, each as I notice absorbing,
Swiftly on, but a little while alighting,
Curious envelop’d messages delivering,
Sparkles hot, seed ethereal down in the dirt dropping,
Myself unknowing, my commission obeying, to question it never daring,
To ages and ages yet the growth of the seed leaving,
To troops out of the war arising, they the tasks I have set promulging,
To women certain whispers of myself bequeathing, their affection me more clearly explaining,
To young men my problems offering—no dallier I—I the muscle of their brains trying,
So I pass, a little time vocal, visible, contrary,
Afterward a melodious echo, passionately bent for, (death making me really undying,)
The best of me then when no longer visible, for toward that I have been incessantly preparing.

What is there more, that I lag and pause and crouch extended with unshut mouth?
Is there a single final farewell?

My songs cease, I abandon them,
From behind the screen where I hid I advance personally solely to you.

Camerado, this is no book,
Who touches this touches a man,
(Is it night? Are we here together alone?)
It is I you hold and who holds you,
I spring from the pages into your arms—decease calls me forth.

O how your fingers drowse me,
Your breath falls around me like dew, your pulse lulls the tympans of my ears,
I feel emerged from head to foot,
Delicious, enough.

Dear friend whoever you are take this kiss.
I give it especially to you, do not forget me,
I feel like the one who has done work for the day to retire awhile,
I receive now and again of my many translations, from my avatars ascending, while others doubtless await me,
An unknown sphere more real than I dream’d, more direct, darts awakening rays about me, So Long!
Remember my words, I may again return,
I love you, I depart from materials,
I am as one disembodied, triumphant, dead.

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Divine Earthling. The Worst Gig?

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Beware the pedestal
to be knocked from
for what
Divine Being
has not described
human folly
human demons
human martyrs
(and fortunately)
human humor.

Are we all Gods or Nobody Is?

We all have the ability
to kill, to love
to hate, to love
to scream
like a Banshee God
when stripped
of self
of worth.

Some form of creator knew
babies born beautiful
have a higher survival rate;
somebody forgot
skin deep beauty
creates pain for they
and the beast.

Covered:
Venus de Milo
Betty Grable
Madonna
(baby at your feet)

note to grandchildren:
before you tie any type knot
live with your chosen long enough
to see both sides now;
good/ugly
good = happy
ugly = unhappy
learn to inquire
or walk away.
If humans were perfect
everyone would be perfectly happy.

If I can you can too:
catch yourself feeling angry
hold a mirror before your face
know what ugly looks like – for
even great eye candy
will turn sour.
Once you know
you can know others.

(notable end)

the more you laugh the better you feel
so eat truth at every meal

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Happily I Run Away

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so she changed her story
now one of them is a lie
he that choses
which story to believe
has an agenda

the rich man vs. the slut

run run run run away

hearing in your head
β€œHe who receives not
justice on this plane,
receives it in the next.”

no need to run away
you little dust devil
yo’wind
will dance you up
and settle you down
exactly
where you wish to be
unconscious
or consciously
beloved Wind
also
enjoys
the dance.

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Sadly I Back Away

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how many times point out
pets don’t like to be dressed to look like humans
you can see it in their face and eyes

ya say keep saying that and others
till you go away – ok
but when dat low down feeling come
take some time out time

i’m glad my face lets my kindren know
rough roads traveled – survived

words help
thoughts of friends
finding my way back to peace
(maybe in a moment
to smile)

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