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i would sing for he

sorry am i
all the Do Littles
want everything now and all at once
cause they don’t know
how many secret closet monsters
in our government’s hordes of rooms
or how many news persons
overlook the flushings
1 by 1 and 2 by 2
but some of us understand
one giant flush Ron Paul says he can do
would create a Greater Recession
than the Great
some of us grew up in

oh lordy i wish for you singer Obama
what might be the greatest debate
of a milimium or two
with Ron the man
imagine
please
two highly intelligent men
SITTING across the table
unemotionally debating
the needs
of country and we the people
and how best to clean the mess
created by their predecessors

to your, Our Chief, i sing for
continued mind/body/spirit health,
i sing

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when ya know it right and ya do it
yahoo woo woo woot woot

if ya got a friend and wanna keep it
you gotta recognize the bull rising
of which we each still own
stop now what’s that sound
not not againn
“snort, snort”
we go ’round the mulberry bush
agreeing
we’ve touched an emotional tag
(sometimes ours sometimes theirs)
slip into fairy dust
(down the rabbit hole if’n
ya don’t want to really be here)
a b a friend
find the what it takes
to second that emotion
jot down the frame
to reexamine in solitude
for now is a good time to
to find solutions
friend
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how long ago i toad ya
i’ll die for my own sins
now and since i tell ya
thar’s more understanding
of what dies
and what is reborn
time passing insight…

unintended pain
has consequence
not all bad

intended pain?
Jeepers how the old Gods
inflicted pain on one another
got lightning bolts?
or does your cup runneth over with mercy?
hmmm
wasn’t there a precise measure
in tit-for-tat
and didn’t we all go blind
to the bright shining mirror
of reflecting eyes?
remember this one reflection
“i saw the enemy and is was me”
once seen
“life unexamined is not a life”

this is my story and this is my lou
if i hurt you i hurt too
sometimes before, sometimes after.
some are more conscious now –
i know i am

and who would not hope for,
not wish for, not work for,
the evolution
of our human consciousness

ain’t it a long road back home?

and if there is no back
and if there is no “hereafter”,
is human kindness counsiousness
not worth the work?

do we need to choose between the acorn and the tree?
chicken or egg?
you or me?
can we hear the children crying,
“Why can’t we all get along!?”

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in my dreams and after the fact of
my six year old self
running in circles around my father
holding my right hand with his left
left hand switching blow after blow
on my growing welted legs
deathly afraid i couldn’t make a sound
mind was going lickety-split praying
for help and in my head i heard
“he will stop when you scream”
i screamed
he stopped
and i wonder and i wonder
if i could have allowed my body to completely collapse
and would he pick me up and cry
and
then could i hug him for the first and only time
in those hard days of depression
when he built his own house
with a loan from a bank then
lost his job
lost his house in which had lived
a mother, a father and three little girls
and me on the way, or at least, next…
his hard labor WPA considered charity
mother felt the shame of the better-off

next chapter
earning a living day time
building a house night time
7 acres
eventually electricity
always an outhouse

last chapter
and the blessings keep coming
even in my sleep-dream
a male was in charge
of several men and women
and when he ordered me to do something
he had no right to demand
i refused and sat on the floor
he had a leather whip in his hand
which he whipped and whipped
but did not touch
we both knew the rule
“no corporal punishment”
it was not pleasure, but satisfaction i knew
looking into his eyes and seeing frustration
looking at his curved mouth
with dogged determination
he knew signified nothing.

coda
thanks and praises
mother and father
who art in Heaven
your strength
followed me thru the valley
to near the end of this path
where the dear and dearer play
where never is heard
a discouraging word
and smiles
the dress of the day.

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if moon is up is earth down
if earth is up is sun down
if everything is up
is nothing down?

then why permanent frowns
hey ya all not looking
at yourself in your own mirror
smile, now, awhile?

kisses might be a sad adieu or not.
if yer smiling and you know it
Kiss those lips!
if yer frowning and you know it
Touch those brows

down in the valley
hear the wind blow
lean yer head over
hear the wind blow

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when i awoke dear
i was mistaken but
didn’t hang my head and cry

whaz up
with children saying
“always means
most of the time”
lizzen up a dul taes
“used for saying that something happens often,
especially when this annoys you”

“i’ll be loving always
and forever
maybe baby
we neither could fathom
co-habitation
without even a trial
and a long long distance
from physicality
still…

when i awoke dear
and remembered
so good it was
even
dancing
in blue moon shoes.

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lookout mountain lover’s leap
the boardwalk in atlantic city
kansas city heartshine boy
way down in ma’souri
enchantment land and
old mexico
these countries, and more
the many friendly invites
across many great waters
gifting me with
little pieces of other countries

pray with me now in my hour of need
in the hour of our need
in the land of new seed
nor will i speak of hardness
we all/ya all’ve
heard it anew and anew

“what the world needs now…”

in this 100th year celebration of state hood
new mexico style we do here declare
the truth behind the Kneeling Nun
turned to stone
it is not she, not she, we cry
it is her mother superior
if not stone,
at least
shame.

deny not i
the human blood
spilled upon all land
ergo consecrating it holy
i do i
thank and praise
all the walking wounded
that have brought us thus far
to the door of peace

got sesame seeds?

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