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Thank God, for people of order 
That disciplined, hold in people like myself.

We men, who enjoy strange living so…

In such outrageous outposts
Tempting a varied life… 

As well as early imprintings so…
Weren’t we told to be better than this challenging?

Why be vibrating on the edge of chaos so...
Seeing few happy women about to help

They who in feeling
Know true what lies in restless artist’s hearts.

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For In many ways these diverse multiple energy’s traded
Are the best of artist’s food

Gourmet meals for the day…
Grinning slightly at yet another close call passing

Blood’s up...
Knowing it feeds special Muses with needed fuels.

Who otherwise would never feed fires so deep within
Jailed instead into bored deafening silences...

So quiet one would think them dead
Instead of so hidden deep.
 
Reserved, waiting for sparkling lights to come shining their way
Spilling out energy’s fresh to use… ‘Wake up and create!’

                                       ___*___

I keep going again through years passing
The energizer of this all, free-choice curiosity, aware…

Of where it strives to be
Wading again throughout our own wild America at will...

Storing future fuels for future work purpose 
Carrying lifted, the used soiled lantern of truth

Filtering out chaff and worthless false images
Burning parasites and biters to the ground

We know horizon mirages are just a tease
Better to visit ‘real’ to know

Above all, in truth be true, and stay that way
Is this how it is?

                                       ___*___

Does Cool Water ring a bell
With no Dan to call, just a crow cawing…
 
To mark the way, as morning doves left long ago
Leaving me to crawl alone, to nearest spring.

Unfettered, unchained, crazy at times questioned
Why would, how could artists as I, come to be so untethered

Whatever happened to the fine imprintings in youth given
Thinking you all, we were, we are so well anchored.

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In degrees, communion, employment, right to vote and family 
Scattered we and they are and were

Slain all before the wild eyes of chaos.

Looking each in their own mirror
‘Are you happy, fulfilled, truly free?’

Inner-self answers firmly
‘Then what worth was all of that calling itself
In your self, the true, better nature of man?’

Something wrong here
So, in this then, begins the quest

                                     ___*___

With too, a fresh lantern lit and hoisted
As sure enough leaving religion, education
Governance, and family to howl...

They, not seeing their own closets 
Creating their own monsters

Order, presence, and profits struggling well 
To hold such selfish sway. 

Watching false praises to those powers that be
Through so many, tedious passing’s of Time.

                                         ___*___

Better to throw abandoned justices into dark rooms 
Beyond the light of any day, thinking now so well hidden…

War, famine, disease, and sins of all kind
Ever bursting out of bonds, feral, laughing gibberish

Intense, fierce, in more and more velocities
Deliveries of karma, future warning, worse ahead…

Until today, worrying many of forecasted end times
For how else could such encroaching chaos be answered rightly.

                                          ___*___

After so many tries, so much fails
As sins of fathers pass on to sons unhindered

To play on, prey on, again using rare blessings given, wasted
Made only into more foul desserts.

While order excuses all to exhaustion
Holding on to its own justifications…

Tethered as it is to long, thought strong, founding habits
Any tortured pathway home only found etched through dirty, bloody fields.

                                          ___*___

Long past missing saving grace, that thin ribboned trail 
Leading away upwards

Where light lives, and balance reigns supreme
What gain then is that?

No longer needing Chaos understanding
Seeing it then having taken its right place, throughout the All of It

I easily hark back to past dreams and lessor poems
In a new understanding.

                                      ___*___

For today... is only today, the same as yesterday.

Or is it... 

For dues paid...
From the rim of chaos comes light stirring

Muses waken full, life brightening in diverse places
Secretly rise opening, to fuse in new times ascending.

No secret, answer always there as before
Hiding in plain sight as it is…

And has always been...
Enough people care.

So do we all plod on.
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