Politics and holy stains
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better chance of joy
on thanksgiving
without the trappings
of that other holiday
well yeah
there is black Friday
wonder if
if we could/would
defuse that
black (translate – buy)
might that
not
give the world
our world
a better chance
a better odds
of joy
to the world?
?
.
see me here now
under the shower
the end of day
the washing away
negative neutrons per se
cup me in your hands then
splash away on face
another cup
blow away unto face
it’s working time and hi ho
off to work we go…
off goes trouble
down the drain
the bottom line
the TV man says is
“Are we living life meaningfully?”
(now is the future)
had it a happy end
heaven only knows till it’s over
it were a peaceful place
with peaceful people
children being children
and as they play
what are you
dear father, dear mother
hearing?
< ..) and diamonds not a girl's best friend but thank her allot lil' ol' hip loosen er does art effect ye ol' keep beggin' the question taking 100's of yrs. or more as the heart desires or not one only species that creates it's own death wish and how do you heal that Mr. Pope? it was a long slag from W. S. Maugham's human bondage to Gaga and Sally sally me 'round again you you with the fear of your charms sometimes the thrill is enough and consummation is followed by what? ownership? trial? error? or few are the sometimes mind/body/spirit unite who wants all of everything at once is wanting to start the fire? i don't know but i know my body/spirit's telling me to rest. i c u c intelligence is possible in our human species to evolve rainbow's end in open hand the other end bluebirds flying down in the valley hear the wind blow "love is a verb, not a noun" goodnight Irene
<..) no matter how you sing it thus nor glory-hallelujahs God does not march. for who are they for who chose die over kill? who chose kill over die? "No," GOD said, "it will not be I who destroy your Earth : what you do o(u)nto others, you do u(o)nto yourselves. God has no nature but what we give to he/she/it/they what say ya'all? God the Unknown the parts known in mind/body/spirit the music/song/dances all little creators creating little bits of heaven now here now there flowers blooming every where what is it with pentameter Mr. Jazz Poet "Only what who holds can be/not released?" i do not know i do know these not pentameter thoughts are broken lines call them poetry, or not i have a printer that cannot/willnot print these words i'll send into space with a click click of my mouse (return address findable)
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i had to/needed to let you go
had to feel anger
to undo our connection
sad and good
no more of mine temperament or yours
departing
you will be with me forever
if not
for a very long time
and nod
and smile
at the days of our lives
together.
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and he remembered why
tried to tell us
not to cry
for…
the tears we shed
have rooted peace.
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<..} no why not a piece of paper a dab in printer ink? either i'm taking a break from a first and/or third reader or my printer's broke and there's indecision about replacing th thing nor either or both for no one then do i write save those who can read without seeing if yer not laughing i hope you git well soon for some i'll light a candle glance at an old or new photograph or down the hill at my home and town it's a full moon night i howl you howl we all howl after reading Howl the litany is long of our martyred... we the walking wounded keep the faith .
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the goodest part
was his teaching me
by example
how to be a good neighbour
he never presumed
how i should live my life
a moment ago i was crying
for the loss of friends
who just drifted away
for reasons of their own
i displeased them
and then i smiled
considering
my loyal friends
heaven knows how many times
i’ve caused the few who remain
various shades of discomfort
or mental pain
and in my life stay
connected
thanks and praises
ol’ Joe
my neighbour
sometimes smiling
always
makes me smile.
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takes me down to Shanty Town
doing absolutely nothing
like paying attention
steps 1, 2, 3
waltz me around again Charlie
remembering done before
take me around the world
in and out the windows
home again in Indiana
they don’t want me anymore
Lord knows I can go back there
done wiped that slates right off’a da floor
the Lady she says,
“We should pay the same as all the tax-payers.”
the Old Woman says,
“We know there are holes in our welfare system,
please don’t take everything intitled,
if we all need less we all get better.”
hear that Mr. Wall Street?
the Shes are saying “We All”
Mr. President
has spent three years, nine months
compromising with Republicans
he has earned the right to now say,
“Either Congress will do it,
or I will do it.”
To Sir, with Love
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we’ve but to remember
the good
in those bad old days
time is the imprinter
also the eraser
of course our dead are always with us
until we are dead and with them
who can deny the rich man riches
it is his turn to learn the life
of opulence
and his turn
to be tested
yeah funny it’s all a test
awareness coming only
when we fail
failure comes only
when we gain consciousness
thus opening
the door to success
how many years has the human species
successfully survived
whatever the count
evolution of a species does not end
when identified and named
o my country men and women
lend not an ear to thumpers
of someone else’s ideology
the age of reason is ours
let us celebrate the living and the dead
we are
all
one.