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the war was well
on its way
mottled and coddled
battled and bottled
before the
front was modeled
the frontline was hobbled
the forefront was cobbled
dark hearts be doubled
light hearts be troubled
the war is well
on its way
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highway grinding
myway finding
mental meanderings
philosophic ideals
mirrorly miles
of reflection
passed under tired tires
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some-tin-can-tan-man
playing in the sand
with paper tigers
a bear with many tentacles
red everywhere
in the skies
clouds streaming down
hispeed downsload online power lines
pavement-red trees ripe for slicing
and many motored mobiles moving
i see these incessant seas of disease
in roving throes of twos and threes
drunken eyes of manned machines
madness is sporadic maelstroms
tornadic hail storms whispering
lightning peals
of eclectic ills
the meek willed and weak be killed
the party's all in pink
its all happening
its happening now
this Eden scene reality
happy masses spending spree
breeds palmistry lost honesty
espirit de corps in manistry
the trenchmouth of a diarrhetic mind
the media of waste and waists
culture crowd
cry crass and proud
there is nothing reprobate
WE are all there is to hate
we've lost our sense in satin sets of
scents and sins in suddenness
now is the beginning of then
love is the beginning of fears
time is the beginning of when
hate is the start of smears
i am forever tears
and woodwind promises
singing softly
sighing what seaweed sees
screaming as seaweed streams
strings of steaming
arty-choked minds
and children dreaming
brain washed carbon cycles
power washed spirochetes
imminent demise by sunrise
Media theatrics of medium minds
like mediums find
gallows galvanizing
Gallup Polls as Mesmer rising
truth is news
but the news aint truth
and that aint news
but it is the truth
rude uncouth pursueth youth
to chase the shadows backward
progressive eye
see no wrong
shame is yet a choice
silence none
let us sing
but only in one voice
our world's a stage
of gilded age
a rounded cage of ageless rage
and HIStory is a sexist word
a reckless neckless Texas word
afraid of path ahead of us
afraid of rain bloodstained with rust
afraid of pain for there is gain
enflamed estranged defamed with trust
be shamed be shamed be shamed
we must
i'll work me up
till i explode
a goldenrod that never glowed
a farmer whom has never sowed
i'll toe a line hence never toed
in dirt the truth is never soiled
in earth its known and never spoiled
in trees with leaves it breathes unseen
the breezes that will never leave us
if Jesus pleases may it seize us
all consuming never leave us
please O God may it never leave us
and only then
can it free us
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soliloquy of softness saddened
somber sleeping of starlight sound
song of silken sylvan sunset
psalm of satisfaction found
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"History doesn't repeat itself,
but it does rhyme"*
like the whine of swine
all drunk on wine
this viscous valentine
vents turbid turpentine
volcanic tectonics
of violent landmines
such slovenly, serpentine,
slips of sand
at end of time
as tears weeping
tsunamic sweeping
cesium creeping
the we rereading sky braille unseeing
signs and portents
content with contents
insistant attempts
at repealing events
and blindly concealing
our rifts and our rents
we prefer our unfeeling
and selfish intents
*from a quote of Samuel Clemens
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Bacchus only wept
in summertime's driest days
when drought killed the vine
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contrasting stark
monolithic. September
horizon at dusk
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needs i seam it so fast
and then i'm hem
OblivioN
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Aeneas crept into the depths
of the underground, upright
he stepped
darkly
as dead roses pressed
and she wept
(Persephone)
in the pit
(indemnity)
where shadows slept
bellowing
as bellows sing
so readily
below those mourning bells that ring
burrowed
'neath the death of Spring
borrowed
from the breath we breathe
burroughs
of departed greed
ennui ennui ennui I scream
wake up! this hell is not a dream
and all is eaten as it feeds
and everything is as it seems
and everything is vanity
as Ashteroth to Easter bleeds
calamitous insanity
the bedlam that Pandora breeds
and Neptune drowned himself in seas
abysmal king of dead seaweeds
the pit is dank and dark and deep
and filled with those of restless sleep
and as the riddle of the Sphinx
shows that time is entropy
just as chains are naught but links
our DNA, life's tapestry
unweaves itself unto deceit
stranding us in furnace heat
like the Rich Man full of thirst
as is the last so was the first
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Pakistan is weeping now
weeping Burmese burnt dreams
weeping Cubans in Darfur
weeping Venezuelans
North Korea is weeping still
weeping Iranian uranium dream
weeping Chinese in Tibet
weeping Russians
the world wails
waning
and We sleep to dream
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