Apology To Dad
The brain is like a battery chemical
have need electrical charge to
breath.
Lithium the essence of cells forgotten
my watch stops.
The bottom of the cage is a lonely
place gazing up to the sky the clouds
rain down plethora on brow.
Beak is fixed just askew
breath fresh.
(humor)
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Ay, You Punished
You! The me, from I then you it took.
It has the all love and the lonely nights,
all the all of terror and the desire, to knock from you. You!
The me and look it has all the constriction and the dreams,
romantic insignificance and the test loves flirtation,
thus sorely was it punished.
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Sleep Talk
Sleep talks more from not understanding it,
and while they come too see our ghost it listens,
most know we exchange passed glances knowingly.
Waiting less for those few eggs that hatched and flew,
What has raven done, with some bright shiney eyes?
And the rest outside the windows nest, sits empty.
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Under The Weathers
I try to understand the sky, weather woman
says one thing, sky would do another.
Why worry about some umbrella, no one needs?
I walk through puddles, just to wash my feet.
I try to keep my cat away, from the rabbit.
I just cannot tell about the weather, I cry into my eggs
because, I can't afford any more roses.
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I Have No Time, Can I Touch 'it' Just One Last Time..?
yes
so it is
It is so pink
how can i find my way in
it is only uncovered for its modesty
it beats within a hurried warmth inside you
inside i feel you try the boundaries
it is uncovered now today
it is so pink
it is so
hot
is it
you
pinker
winkers
richer....................................... ......................
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Behind The Mirror
Behind the mirror,
sits to watch
the fawning boy a man.
A man she wants
that boy to be.
Behind round eyes
the man
'she' longs to see.
The mirror only shows
her why
it can not be.
Though He 'Said'
'You are beautiful'
The mirror in her hand
Her,
'Daddy said'
Come on hurry up child
or you will be late for school
again.
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And I Danced In Freedom
Some times when i walk,
and i danced for freedom,
and some wonder i am old,
and weary born hearts gold.
Some will dance that dance,
and fall beside there brother,
Two can dance that dance,
one leaves to make amens.
Quite walks i quake each night,
and this is how youth grows, and
i danced with freedom into sleep.
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It(is~a~storm Drain That Lives On Your Street~~
It is where the life is sucked from you
it is not a bordello dirty mind whom
sleeps in the mud from which
you came.
I speak of the babies ripped from the womb
shipped to the pet food companies
ground up and bought as food
for your pets.
Is it a wonder why your dog is always humping
your lost mind and the cat
shreds your bum.
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Moon Johnny's Gun
Moon Johnny's gun -
Bound up brass, shots burst bright eye of yellow sun;
Moon coils heavy rope, that boils the living water.
Comets fly by moons cheek, with love in a white
hail of bullets; heavens hand props pale moon on
cotton clouds, as moon rises, and then rests in honor.
New moon colors the eye, Johnny sleeps under the sky.
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Our Round Ball
Copies for the worker, always working.
Each round ball you never copy, comes around.
America which they can pull they push.
Africa the pharmaceutical the children's, candy ate.
China, and paid directly, organs playing monkeys make,
that nothing really is, entirely of.
Each damaged day unmade,
and wear the cloth and pray each night for day.
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