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“if you don’t know your roots
you can’t know who you are”

or the birth of the Superiority Complex:

my blood is better than your blood
my team is ” ” ” team
my dad is richer than your dad
my gal is prettier than your gal
my religion is better than your religion
my race is better than your race.

if you insist
know your roots
they are good to measure where you came from
to where you are now

shall we split
or co exist in
equality
freedom
justice
as humankind?

mankind vs women folk?
we all got bridges to build.

anyone got window polish?

anyone be here now?

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i heard the days numbered then
the years already now
at least not the hours
anyhow

i heard “you’ve got mail”
two and one was scolding
the other informing
how

these golden days of billowing
daughter’s colorful cloths
on my old fashioned solar
dryer

these few days remaining
tho few are the moments
precious are they
living art

O Kathleen i know i must
we all must go leave
and none will know
the day or hour of our own
departure

Michael will meet you at the door
mother and father will laugh and smile
Tom is playing a harp now?
what
does “Heavens to Purgatroid”
mean anyhow?

follow me Finder he knows the way
to hell and back and’s here to say,
“It’s all good
anyway”
or She might say,
“We all go home,
or nobody does.”

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what’s his name knew
give ’em a 9/11
and they’ll bust their butts in pride-
full #1
what is the Class above
spending like a drunken sailor?
does it matter anymore?
somewhere a religion castrates priests
somewhere a mother irons the breasts of her girls
elsewhere a million plus are added to the starve-to-deathers
what United State is without a military installment? none.
how many gov. employees does it take to screw a nation?
how did white collars get so dirty?
how did blue collars get so hungry?
how many masters does it take to create a slave world?

when are you coming home, son?
i don’t know dad
but we’ll have a good time then, dad,
we’ll have a good time then
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let us who get
gov. checks
do without
for 3 days
past Aug. 3rd
pay US Aug 6th
we, these people
may fast for three days
maybe food
maybe compulsive buying
let Walmart and Wall Street beware:
they squeezing of dry turnips
they gotta give up
Corporate Welfare.
period
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from animal brain to brain contain ing
the ability to override primal urge to procreate
birth rights became restrained
by cultures/religions and games

words won’t do it
words were the beginning
yellow words led to strangling
divorcing
mind/body/spirit

if you build it he/she will come
un-clung to old miseries
walking wounded all are we
on our way home

oh Mudville!
oh joy!
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elm tree we’re meeting under,
was it a stream or a river,
in apple blossom time
or snowy mountain tops,
this life or next?

if it’s jitterbug will you remember
to lift your arm high enough
not to conk my brow?

one could say
we stepped on many toes
before we met ergo
we step on noone now,
ours or others.

Jack shaved his beard
cut his long straggle of hair
only heaven knows why
we do not care
we all let go sometime…

Micah pontificates:
has 53 who need his attention
as if she hadn’t observed
fully 25 never awakened
with ears and eyes
to see nor hear

we can’t play life
so we play games
until life happens
in both worlds
was it an accident or mistake?
or merely an accidental mistake?
no blame
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it was grace to share, see for see

head held sideways, ears full-sail

it was instinct, your dash

following my camera click

thank you for the visit(s)

and my photo memory

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this is how Hootie wakes up……sung to the tune of “joy to the world”
(after a slow one second stretch getting out of the kennel/bed)

GOOD MOR OR OR ORNNIG……….. THE WORLD IS GREAT
I’M AWAKE I’M AWAKE I’M AWAKE
LETS PLAY LETS PLAY LETS PLAY
OH YEA TOOOOOOO DAYYYY IS ANOTHER DAY

LETS GO LETS GO LETS GO
JUMP HIGH JUMP LOW LETS GO
LETS GO OHHHHHHH LETS GOOOOOO …….CAN WE GO

GRAB THAT TOY AND RUN
GRAB THAT TOY AND RUN
GRAB THAT TOY AND FLING HING IT ONNNNNNN THE HU UU MAN

(repeat twice)

i sit on the couch for a good mornng “get run over” and (pet me please)
then off to coffee and that’s when she will finally start to chill and play
with a toy on the couch when i start the computer up.

when i finally get up from chair her excitement starts up again with:

WHATS UP WHATS UP WHATS UP
YA GANNA PLAY YA GANNA PLAY
COME ON NOW LETS PLAY…………ITS A GREAT NEW DAY
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When the trempola plays,
Sad Sarnia runs down the page,
Blood-stained revolution,
When freedom cried alone,
Unheard in the wilderness,
Of the damned,
And the yet unborn.

What blew the bakery,
Also blowed the baker’s brains,
Blew bread loaves to bits,
Blasted all warm biscuits to hell,
And the cakes,
I cannot describe,
Only that they were all dead.

The girl with no head?
Held her headless doll,
Neither wept no more,
All tears dead and lost,
In streets of anguished rubble,
The black corpses of cars,
In jumbled oily smoke,
Jammed in laments of violence,
In that first second,
Of grief eternal.

Today,
We raise the monuments,
Amidst the tended graves,
With speeches made,
The band does play,
Harsh notes indeed,
Each bomb blasting note,
Riles the ears,
Ordering gladness,
For what I do not know,
The vexed poet stands afar,
Empty pen in hand,
Empty pages falling,
From disfigured hands,
Who shall remember,
And how shall they know?

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World Laughter Day

true saints are true sinners
before they become saintly
confusing that ha ha

my own Saint John Paul
dead at a younger age than Jesus Christ
around age five was heard to say
in response to a gang of bullies
asking,
“Are you a boy or a girl?”
big little John replied,
“What does it matter?”
of course there was no offers of answers
but they heard it
yeah i think it was in the real year of 1984
a wave heard across the world
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

the art of laughter never comes easy
“keep ’em laughing they won’t fight”
messages the raven
on this the first
World’s Laugh Day

the first of May now belongs to
our World’s Comedy Saints:
Charlie Chaplin in my parents generation
Jerry Lewis in my generation
for the baby boomers generation
they will name their own
as will the year two-thousand and eleven

blessings to all the demi-saints.