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The Neighbors Horse

An old man went
Out deer hunting
And shot a horse

When the neighbor 
Realized that his 
Horse was dead

He went to the man
And asked him
Why he shot his horse

The old man fell into his yard chair
And stared ahead
“I shot your horse John”

“You shot my horse
Frank and now he’s laying over there
In a pile of cow dung!”

He took off his glasses 
and rubbed his eyes
and began to weep

The neighbor shook his head 
And walked to his dead horse
He took off his cap and began to weep

Soon the old man came over
And saw that he was weeping
They looked at the horse and wept together

He wasn’t just a horse
He was my friend 
He was my family

After a while frank
Came back with a shovel
And looked at his neighbor

He began to dig
But soon fell over.
And laid in the dirt 

He left Frank where fell
next to the dead horse
And returned with a tractor

When it was all over
He hoisted the horse into the hole
And covered him up.

He shut off the tractor
And came to look 
At his buried horse

They stood in silence
And stared at the earth
And Soon they wept

Frank looked 
At his neighbor
And sobbed

He told him 
to go home and frank
Slowly walked away

John picked up his shovel
and shouted his name
and held it out for him

He walked back
And took the shovel
“I’m sorry about your horse John”

John watched him walk away
And looked at the cows in the field
after while he started the tractor and drove away

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God and Devil Are Friends

Did you ever wonder 
Why we say the devil 
And never the god
And imagine god and devil
Working together to 
Create this dream

To think our minds
Worry about good and evil
And if she is right 
And he’s right and 
You believe your way
And I believe mine

Do you believe
Devil can take my soul
And take away 
The light
That makes my existence
Into reality 

You kill me many times
And I kill you back 
A million times 
And do you think
That because I am dead I will 
Never again be in your consciousness 

Can such power 
Really exist to have a 
Beginning and end
And to think
That someday 
This will all be over

And that I may never
Know that the devil 
Was my friend 
Because my heart 
Was too full of
Hate

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Jesus and His Entourage

I saw Jesus the other night
And stood over him until
The earth changed color
And the leaves turned brown

I left that evening and returned
To the night where the songbirds 
Sing songs they could not
Sing the day before.

I was told nothing dies
In the universe
That has a purpose 
And you can never kill it

Words shot 
Through me like a 
Remorseful fallen angel 
And my heart grew heavy

Images of songs and 
The open road
Came to my mind
And I wanted to be free	

I ran to the park
And jumped high,
I called my friend 
To see if he was okay

My spirit was alive and
My mind raced
Like the wind
Of a moody demon

A woman bobbed
In the water 
And said my name
Over and over

She was not real
But her friend was
I thought of what I need
And what I want

Like a mother who has
Her own life to live
And a lost love that
You still dream about 

I believe that Jesus
Would have said
Live your life 
Like the dream that it is

Jesus and his entourage
Came into city hall and
Took a number. 
They sat down like everyone else

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The Man Was Shot In the Head

The man was shot in the head


The man stood up and talked about ethics and morality
They shot him and ripped him apart
and said it was his fault 
The study said he didn’t fit in
So they had to kill him
And took him down to the river and let him go
Nobody was really happy about it
But nobody cried either

They said he was born this way
Risking death for life 
Knowing many ways to die
And hoping his friend still loved him
Watching the sun go down 
Waiting for the morning to come
Seeing the night as a dream
And knowing when it’s over

Someone told him to dance
And truth ripped through him 
And he couldn’t go back
And he was alone
Like the power they gave him
And the love they didn’t have
He called himself intense
Nobody knew how to help him

The man was shot in the head
On a Friday afternoon at the government center
The air was still and the sun was shining
Someone called out his name
And said safety is his friend
The truth was on his side
He hoped his friend still loved him
He turned around and they shot him in the head

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My Love

My love

Hello my love
It is nice to see you once more
I couldn’t help to notice
That my new roommate
Has an overactive bladder
We tried to help him but could not
He died this morning around 11 oclock

Some force took him away
And some would call it god 
But I call it love 
And I try to find it every day
Even though I cannot see it
An illusion in my mind
I still feel his love 

He loved the earth
And everything it offered
Like the sun and air
But he was a selfish son of a *****
And sometimes I hated him
But Ihis eyes looked around with fear
And he put his pants on like everyone else

So my love 
it is nice to see you once more
In a world so far from love
The journey we call time
The moment your head hurts
Because matter hurts matter
We tried to help him but could not
He died this morning around 11 oclock

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The Morning After

The morning sun hits me
Dead in the eye
And I find no relief in existence 
And for this moment
I believe that 
I cannot go  on
And I decide to kill 
My awareness
Slowly and methodically


The pain in my heart
Makes me want to tell her 
That it’s alright
Nothing happened 
But it’s a lie
Because the sunlight
Is strong
And I realize that
it’s the morning after

So what happened
To the idea that we do
 Whatever we want 
Whenever we want to do it
And live to the spirit
Of freedom like the
Horse that runs 
In the field
Without a fence

I stand up like
The rooster cock
Who walks up and down the boulevard
Like some drug dealer
Wondering if my 
Mother can see me
From her little space
In heaven or some
World like it

I am the man
They come to 
And return favors 
For favors and 
Seek out shelter
From the cold winds
In the night
When the prey
Are weak

And I feel dead inside
Because there is nothing 
More to give
Than this illusion
That I am strong
And in control
Of this day while on my knees
Crying and realizing again it’s
The morning after

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Nuclear Rebellion

Nuclear Rebellion

Dam up the river, control the world
Mankind speaks, vengeance hurled

Carnage, blood deceit, and such
They want kill, those who know too much

Desperation, shame and fear
All have meaning here 

It’s a hostile world
Forgive me If I want to leave

Nuclear rebellion

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Someone Stole My Soul

someone stole 
my soul while
I look for
another one

He all ready 
got one 
but wants 
mine to

I give him
my gun and 
try to send him 
on his way 

but he fights
like a mercenaries 
with no place
to go

he thinks
nothing of death
and wants to
blow himself up

protector of anything 
full of himself 
eyes afraid
and empty

stands in the
middle of the 
road and watches 
cars go by

tells me I’m
worth nothing
unless I
worship myself

He’s my brother
but he steals
my soul
all the time



meanwhile she 
calls my name 
and I wait for
the sky to open

i see her 
smile and
think how
alone I am

she sings
songs 
but not
mine

I give
her my soul
but she won't 
take it

I say a prayer  
and shake 
myself
out of it

I dance
but not 
cause 
I want to

I dance 
because
the wind 
blows hard

dying every
day because
someone tries
to steal my soul

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Soul of Regret

I saw the picture of you
With Mom and dad 
And you were smiling
	And bells were ringing
And dad was holding you 

	He called your name
	The night he died
	And was scared  
	He would never 
	See you again.
	
	And now he comes 
	In your dreams
	When your soul 
	Needs you the most
	And you wonder if the dead can talk

	And if souls get lonely
	And believe they are okay
	And love other souls
	Like they want to be loved
	Even when they can’t love back

	Can you blame him
	For wanting to give comfort 
	When your soul is not free
	And your own death 
	Means nothing to you.

	And now he sits by the door 
	And waits for you to cry in your sleep
	And tries to understand why
	He didn’t hold you
	When he could.

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The Thrill of Death

The thrill of Death

Your days are over, thrill of death,
Never understanding, the gift of self

Your innocence is lost, and a gun to your head, 
I’ve always loved you , even though your dead

You sit on rocks on a nice still day,
Examine your life for another way

Like simplicity of truth and the singing birds,
Swaying trees and buffalo herds

You apologize to me one more time
But the emptiness crosses the line

Amazing how little we have to say
When truth is told in this way

Your days are over, thrill of death
Never understanding, gift of self