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Set - Free
most of them were there
he ambled up the ladder on to the black dais
in the field, the moon is up, the stars are out
many small fires keep folks warm
no one ever heard of his poetry
there is the smell of people, trees, cheese
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SUDDENLY
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317 words
in 2 space
the crowd goes absolutely gonzo wild crazy
and throws caution 2 the wind
then it appeared in the sky
and the ground shook
it had come 2 listen
so he began...
TIME
TIME IS JUST the ETERNAL NOW...
RUNNING AWAY WITH MY LIFE...
LIFE
Life is Like Going Into a MOVIE...
Long After it BEGAN...
And Then We LEAVE...
Before...
THE END
" Let All the Arts...
Rain Down On the People of Earth...
Like A Mighty River "
" To Hell... With War "
" We Are All… Mini Gods "
PIGMENTATION and ME
If You Could See
The Real Me
Below My Skin
Into My Blood, Bone and Guts
Will You Still Love Me ?
I'm Glad for My Skin
What Ever the Pigmentation
It Keeps Me Together
Warm
United and Integrated
This Life
DEATH
Death Stopped Earth 4 Me
I Got Off...
It Spun Out of Sight
" LIKE LOVE, FOOD and DEATH
ALL GREAT ART
IS IN THE
DO-ING "
What I Mean by that is...
Are You Out of Your Mind - When You Art
R U In A Trance ? or R U just Do-ing ?
if so - & U want 2 do great fun art - as best U can - get 2 ( do-ing ) - now art, me
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Posted Friday, September 16, 2005: http://hellicane.blogspot.com/2005/09/59-blind-obtuse-money-kills-like-gun.html
59. Blind Obtuse Money Kills Like A Gun . . .
By Roger
Drowne EC - Earth
The Cu$h / Bheney / love USA
Sick government stolen gangsters...
Obtuse
Killers...and buds lie in the shit...
Jolly
Meanwhile on the far side of Turd Blossom Street...
Creative people are Given hidden tools...
Out of the Earth to pry lose truths from the Gods...
To slay the lie-fire smoking muck...
Foaming from the death-dragon's forked tongue...
Singing their Happy Motto...
They are already Dead a long time ago
It's time for
The obtuse W one
To go
And
Never play the boss
Of
Hurricanes
War
Or
Sick
Love
Again
Killing
Old and Young
Alike
hellicane category: political
Hello Dear, GOD
Am So Glad I Do Not Have 2 Use
This Old, Rented, Broken Down, Body -
FOR - EVER
Love, Your Friend, Me
( B.B.T.B. ) Big Bang Theory Benefactor
Soon 2 Depart, Earth - Citizen
your friend... i hope...
Mr. Osmosis Cosmos
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Look Up...
A Poem 4 U Meg - I Say A Poem 4 Meggie
Last Night... Late
I Stopped By Bogies Table
High On the Edge of the Dance Floor
Near the Big Wet Tree
And Said...
Do You Know How the Sparks Fly
Off the Heals of Your Shoes
When U Dance
And YOUR part-neer... Woo-EEEEE
U 2 Will Start A Fire
SOON
The Cat came in with dinner for us...
A Mouse swinging between his teeth... the tail dragging
I tried to yell...
But
do you have to eat... the Mouse in the house...
I JUST HAD A BOWL OF FETTUCCINE
He
hides the animal chain of life...
LATER...
he comes out... licking his Chops...
No
fettuccine for me... Thanks...
Ever Wonder Why You Wonder
I Wonder Still...
What's Going on Up There...
Below my Hat
Alone... without action, is not...
Faith is like the old blind deaf dog
That was lost… Far from home...
Exhausted, the dog stopped at a noisy, busy bus station
Alone...
Alone on the floor, was a lost ticket
A sticky piece of gum and spontaneity...
Believing, trusting paw, gum, ticket, and life itself...
The faith filled dog...
CLIMBED ON THE BUS
The Dogs story about... the Bus Ride Home
Will Continue... Tonight... As Soon As We B Asleep
In dreamy sound & color... In our... Minds Eye
YOU AGAIN
I have not seen you... for many long days,
but thanks for the visit,
last night.
When we dance together... we are more fun than a barrel of monkeys,
and I am not kidding, or exaggerating in the least.
During your last visit... we spent the whole time naked,
on the most beautiful sun filled, corral water beach in my life.
I still can not figure out... the high voltage power lines,
that crisscrossed and sparked, above our heads, when I looked up.
When I awoke the sheets were... soaked with sand...
I hope to see you...
Again tonight
APE
AND MAN
Apes
evolved from man,
I'm sure of it.
Notice
how they use the earth,
I'm sure.
Watch
them care for their young,
they surely do.
When
they walk using all fours,
they have progressed.
They
write nothing down... no computers...
what a leap forward.
While
they sleep,
When apes...
Evolved from man
OoPS
A Note About Selling Paintings: For Starving Artists
One night late... Actually it was early morning...
I sold a painting for - One dollar down - And a dollar a year...
For 1000 years.
Butt Note: Yes I got my price... But...
The first five payments were late.
I had had a drink or two during negotiations...
In the morning... I quit... And...
I swore to never again... Mix, Paint, with Booze, Business, and Fire.
Lesson learned...
I now...
Don't care much about sales...
" I Live - To Learn - To Live - In Peace "
WINKING at the LIGHTNING
Lightning
flash... I cringe...
Always
reminding...
Each
flash alerts...
Enjoying the day
Lightning
winks at me...
Was
dust, be dust.
A
worthwhile part...
Together
caretaker...
Consequently...
I wink back
RSVP... TO YOU TOO and UP YOURS
I'M NOT
GOING TO THE STUPID GREED PARTY
Just because everyone else is nutS and going...
...and again, sincerely, Thanks...
but UP YOURS... RSVP
For the first and last time...
I Am NOT GOING TO THE
GREED PARTY that's out of control, and on-going around the
world
There's a
party going on in the mountains, in the ocean, under bridges, on roof tops and
in office desks, in the woods, and on the desert and in war neighborhoods around the planet.
Are you going...
My friend...
My enemy...
My love ?
There are some more parties studying in the place of high learning... and other people throwing up... talking trash, corrupting governments, drinking beer, falling down, abusing their families, friends destroying the locality, the world, the environment...
Hiding their fears in party time.
Are you going... to take the children...
your umbrella ?
There they
are again, in their boats and cars smashing the environment partying around the world. The
peoples sub human, man, woman,
Are you a
going... to the party... Human Being ?
I saw some more just today... raping the forest,
Dumping poison in
A clear glass off water
For
their grandchildren to a drink,
Carrying weapons of all descriptions
Are you going... how about the mammals and fish, may they go
?
Have you
seen the past... are you talking to me ?
I need more money...
The
dinosaurs were partying around the world, just before they became extinct. They
cared not, for the planet, their children's children and now they are gone wild a
partying around dinosaur hell.
Are you
going... to act stupid and do the worst of things.
Are they friends of yours. Has anyone seen my common sense.
And what about the peoples greedistical party rushing from place to place, here and there, frantically toward self destruction... staying far from themselves... their inner and outer guts.
Are you going...
2 this sort of collective global suicide party.
It's all the rage you know...
Party talking BS... with them... those who are peacefully trying... working
to change themselves from the inside and quiet children.
Are you going... or not... Earth Citizen
As for me...
I'm not going to this greed party on the planet or in outer space, or in any other place... it is held...
It sucks
love from the planet
and again... Thanks for the Invitation...
but NO I'm not going
and for the next to the last time,
Up Yours... RSVP
MAGICALLY
My CAT Turned Into a Real Live PIG...
FOR REAL...
I was very tired…
It was a wind rained on wild night…
And I am not much of a believer in Black or White MAGIC…
But...
Believe this or No…
I Swear, I Swear on my families grave...
My Cat Turned Into A Pig…
Right before My Eyes…
This is what happened…
The Cat learned how to open the refrigerator door…
Then Ate all the Food
GOD, SPACE, TIME, LOVE
NOW… I must get up again... and I will dam-it-all...
Stronger...
After another attack against humanity...
Caused by greed and lies and power and division and stupidity... and... and...
Around the world...
911 / 2001 NYC 8:14
I awoke normal… I guess…
SUDDENLY…
My TV grew bigger than the planet...
It sucked all the logic out of my brain...
I
fell to the earth...
No Breath
Would
Come...
Later
on… Much later on… Maybe not even yet…
I tried to walk... I stumbled out of the city...
Dark people became lighter...
Light people became darker...
Trees
became flowers...
Flowers
became trees...
And the jet stream wind... Against the sea... Around the world...
Was very very wet… spilling over now…
Full Of Tears
For all past and present Power over People...
Insanity, global suicide events,
As we slide off the planet...
Together... separate...
What is does not work...
What can be...
What we dream for a peaceful planet must begin...
With LOVE for...
Each others diversity
A DREAM GONE
My minds tonight...
Movie saw you...
Knocked me Out...
Cold...
On the hill...
I Most, fell Out my Bed...
When Recovered...
From this Dream...
I remembered some of it
FIFTY BUCKS A CAR
The morning was coming down wet...
the
meeting was at ten.
My
fifty dollar car turned over... Sputtering,
and went back to Sleep...
MUTTERING...
Not now, I have a terrible wet wire...
AS IT SLEPT
I quietly opened the hinged incision...
I said my
car prayer...
This
pile of polluted rust...
rain
dripping down my neck...
The
phone rings... I hit my head...
On the way to the meeting... I KISS the DASHBOARD...
the STEERING WHEEL...
And SAY...
This Car was a good deal...
for...
Fifty Bucks
PEACE with UNIFORMS of ALL KINDS
uniforms
certainly have their place
to
serve and protect us all...
from greed and lies
and
theft of stuff...
from
theft of life itself...
to
protect us from CONFORMITY
to serve and help us out
In a time BEFORE MIRRORS
In
black and white
In a time before mirrors outside of town...
In a garden of uncontaminated
thoughts...
two people were born by the same
mother, EARTH…
One light... One dark...
The dark person only saw the light
one... so they thought... they were light.
The light person only saw the dark
one... so they thought... they were dark.
They
got along quite well... as well as people do.
And
then one day they went to town, and believe this or not...
Ignorance became prejudices in the mirror, of non-acceptance,
right up to today...
Stupid is it not ridiculous... outrageous... un-human... foolish... insane...
unholy... and evil.
And what will you say to Creation... about ALL this...
when you get to the all inclusive...
Dark and Light
PUSHING the ENVELOPE
Of my inspection sticker...
Can you identify, space and time traveler
Do you know what I mean about...
borrowing friends tires
Using boiled oatmeal wads to fill holes...
Pins, soap and shellac fix gas tank leaks...
Coat hanger and fence wire exhaust system
Sticker covering windshield cracks
Strings pulling windshield wipers
Shoe polished tires look new...
and typhoon tape fixes all
How about that strange guilty look, of penny fuses
That spreads across our face...
When we got it, We really had it.. stuck on...
Do you remember driving home,
the exhilaration and relief
Praising the Gods of trucks, cars,
buses and the cosmos
Do you recall, were you embarrassed,
in the parking lot...
Kissing the dash board, the mirror, the tires...
Of An Inanimate Object...
Today... January the 1st...
Was a ...PISS AH...
And if you don't believe me just ask old man winter
..............this is what happened...............
Some
leaves that have been hiding
Deep in the woods... since Fall.
Came
out with the wind,
The sun cast their shadows blue
Near the ice-covered flowers.
Look said Mr. Winter...
Other
leaves have joined the dance, around and around.
Then
it happened...
the wind stopped...
And
the leaves... and their friends... shadows...
Hid from us for a while... I really don't know where.
But it didn't bother us...
Not at all...
Not one little bit
WHEN SMILES JUMP
Lower then twenty below zero...
I wheeled into the parking lot, sliding to a stop.
I jumped out... and tromped through the snow,
toward the door.
Halfway over the unexpected... frozen line,
that
separates us.
Your simile... Jumped out at me... and broke the
ice...
between us.
I don't remember what happened next... and I'm not
going to tell you,
but it was wonderful... and now I will go on and on and on
about you
And what happened next
The Bird,
The Bush, and Me
Monday evening in the mountains
The wind wiped the valley today with swaying trees.
I watched a large bird cling to the rain as it fell...
Falling, pulling up under a bush
Thunder,
Booming Thunder, Vibrating
A flash lit up the woods, the bush, the bird, and
me...
The river by now was raging brown
I watched a log spin and crash into a white rock
Of blue bubbles, in a flash
Thunder,
drifting seconds away
After a long time raining it became quiet...
The trees stood still, dripping slowly
I looked up among the branches,
Between the stars
Against the dark blue, doing loops in the mist...
Was
the bird, laughing at the moon
The bush and me.
The river was still brown and mad...
Falling,
Evaporating,
Rushing
Toward
The sea
LISTEN
Listen softly, intently to me the tree...
the rock, the child of your heart,
Why?
Because listening buried...
beneath the egos clever thoughts,
Are
we.
The child of our hearts, you me the tree...
are all the same,
Alive.
Hanging
out... living around the planet...
at the...
Exact...
PRAYER
For
years I prayed outside myself...
Something
foreign and not with me...
Then
I turned and looked within...
Something
old and waiting...
Within
without Its all about...
To
dance with life...
That
is...
A POEM FOR YOU
just you... yes you... who else
Hey you, hey me, let's have some fun...
Just grab some words from off the shelf...
Move them around, up and down...
Now consider this if you dare...
Don't listen to them, don't listen to you...
And if no one ever told you so...
Your
good, your great, don't hesitate...
Your
a child of God, so let it out...
let's have some Fun today...
THE RAINBOW WIND
on a sun drenched...
crystal January day...
with a roaring blue sky
Today, walking in January's white light...
some leaves that have been hiding,
came out with a gust of wind,
to dance with the trees.
Around in the air they twirled, on the crust of the
snow...
the sun cast their shadows blue.
The trees laughed and laughed as they shook,
other leaves came out and joined the dance...
up and down, in and out, with and without,
we are all playing in this life, chasing the sun.
And the sun is chasing the shadows,
and the shadows are chasing the leaves...
and the leaves are chasing us,
and we are all guided by the rainbow wind.
The rainbow wind that is part of the dance,
the dance that connects you with me...
them with us, and the tree with we.
Suddenly... the wind stopped,
a cloud came by...
and the leaves with their shadows,
We sat quietly up to our knees, in white light, cold
and blue...
hiding in the clouds, meditating.
Unexpectedly... a leaf,
that was being blown by the sun...
that was chasing the wind,
crashed and struck my mind.
I jumped up... and again I was dancing,
around the leaf... In the shadows...
With the,
GLOBAL REVOLUTION
2000 STILE and the PEOPLES PEACE PARADE
33% More People Die Around the World
From Curable
Disease, Social Injustice,
and outright evil upon the earth...
Than in any war yet...
Consequently, therefore, mutiny, jump ship, unite.
Let the insurrection begin, here and now, within us
all, using the weapons of today.
The inoculation missiles, the one person - one vote projectile.
Bomb all the people with love, gardens, education, tools, prayer,
and connect people with their community and community with community
around the world.
Travel inside our neighborhoods, around the earth, throughout our cosmos,
start today, this second and have fun.
Before and with All things, We are Human BE-ings,
Citizens of the Earth... of the Universe... of the Cosmos...
ONE in ALL... ALL in ONE
I say... Others say... You don't say... We must go,
We
must all go... inevitably soon...
Courageously one, together hand in hand in hand,
To live in the Now... / ....Now.
Why ?
Because
that is where love resides...
peace is, communication begins,
you may be reading now, in the poem... Now... Now.
Because
sky blue said... Only
then can we begin...
collectively, humanly,
Dancing
prancing child-like with all life forms...
Earth's Citizens one and all,
loving self, all and everything,
moving to the...
Because the past is gone and the future is not here...
and the wild cold wind of a star filled winter night,
is the same as...
The mud that squeezes through your spring toes...
as you walk through the plowed field,
toward the frozen valley lake in the Now, Now.
Because the hot cool cloud breeze of a summer day
that goes through your brain,
is the same as...
The colorful fall leaves that float kindly down...
landing on the first snow, in the field,
by the summer river in the Now... Now
I am,
floating between thoughts Now...
in the Now... / ...Now
PRIMAL
SCREAM
I feel like a scream that is silent...
like a natural disaster that is inevitable,
watching the big bang theory,
played out on TV,
unheard, unwanted and ignored.
Mother earth can not take much more before...
she will shake off violently the diabolical,
the greed, the apathy, the lies, the hate,
the pavement and money that cover Her skin.
How much more of everything need be made...
are We going to sell, buy and throw out,
before the world dies, before the end,
before We awake, and find love.
We think
You can scam and We can buy and sell...
a new jungle, our way out, our freedoms,
our way to love and new trees,
and this dance is boring and catastrophic,
a real life boring catastrophe
big bang theory being realized here and now.
You and We are driving full speed into our family
trees...
with our foot... hard down on the gas...
toward extinction,
to an inevitable collective,
fade out kind of insanity,
global group suicide.
Wake up, hit the breaks, stop the madness...
YouWe are out of our forever greedy, throw away minds,
and the unborn children are going to be mad as hell,
when they become aware next year,
and ask why, what the evil are you doing... and why.
Stop it... just say no, mellow out, slow down fast...
sacrifice today for tomorrows child-run fast
wake up, smell the sleep
and
use up the our eternal... LOVE
PRIMAL... NECESSARY LOVE IS COVERED WITH MONEY
And VERY SILENT
ON EARTH
EXCEPT IN THE UNBORN
and the DEAD
PLAYGROUND RAISING
1989 ? ...if you weren't born then... where were you ? ...from a small Stowe village, Vermont, North America, Earth, Universe, Cosmos and Beyond, Way Way Way Way ... Far Out There
ANYWAY...
the RAIN fell on the heads of the young and old,
Rain
so necessary to nourish the seeds,
Souls of
long gone, barn raisings,
RAISE up
the teenagers next, then the old,
And
then... tears and
sweat mixed with the RAIN of hope,
Children
laughed and danced up and down eating,
Food and Drink was soon in the
Pasture
I'm
glad it RAINED,
far too
dazzling... if the SUN was out
New Years Eve 1997 IN the KEYS
Separate souls adrift...
On a new years bridge
Crossed from past to future...
On a soft kiss at midnight
Spirits are introduced...
With a touch
Tangled inside each other...
Clear of material extras
Days merge skin and bone into... One sweet smell of the
gift
Two heart in flight... On the sea with it all
Anchored in honesty... Harmony
with sharks around
Love Finds ... For a Short Time...
A Comfortable Harbor...
and then the Hurricane came roaring out of the east
Deep
Lost Peanuts
We two lucky
peanuts... In a shell...
On the sea
Warring leopard print cotton pants...
A wrap or nothing at all
Painting the radio and TV... While making bread
computers
The band plays... Wild sweet music
Into the sea... Where we live... With the fish, bugs and
birds
Of the mangroves... In a shell
Two peanuts snuggling...
Singing tasting experiencing
Ridding the blue coral pink...
Wave called life
Each day an adventure... Of new love
A dance interlude opens... In the moment with poem parts
Flowing opportunities...
Find peace near Key West
Anchored in honesty bay... Secrets gone
Long Gone... Long Long gone... By Now
THAW OUT
Miles of frozen air parted and closed
behind us... our feet crunched homeward.
A trillion
specks of suspended moisture, filled the moonlit night...
The dark-blue mixed with the stars...
the trees sparkled in the still wind.
Our skin shivered and sucked at our
bones...
Our
toes could not have been closer together, without becoming one.
We moved forward... expecting all
living things to break off at the stump...
Explode
into a million pieces.
We knew if we stopped moving, learning,
experiencing...
Death was a few steps behind, waiting,
ready to pounce.
The
sounds we experienced that night were... together and individually,
Concise,
separate, distinct, crisp, and immediate.
Filially
a sliver a light... over the snow, from the cabin door
Pulled us in to our simple fire, food,
warm water, and each other.
As we
melted… our
small individual ideas of life... joined together...
In a collective pool of love on the
floor.
We were melding, coming together... one
people, one planet, one community,
Helping each other,
Thaw Out... with the cosmic, All and All
THE GIFT
of bad dreams
It came for me again this morning, the dream
that comes before the sun.
It comes more often than before,
It gets closer
every time.
It's so real I feel the pain, I know it very
well...
It's The Gift... I'm glad to say...
WHEN I AWAKE... I CAN NOT REMEMBER
The
LETTER
From:
My collective soul
To:
My babbling brain
Dear,
Brain.
What's
going on? You make everything so difficult. Your constant dribble of thoughts.
Around and around in my mind you go, on and on and on and on.
Can't
you hear me! Your ability to pull my soul out of the eternal now, increases with
each thought you mix up. Your last message received was carried out with much
confusion.
My
eternal spirit pleads to you mind, come back. Your traveling on a trip all by
yourself. You go places I've never been. You scream delusions of grandeur and
self-loathing. I don't understand how we ever got so far apart... so confused.
Don't
you remember when we were young, when we were one with the cosmos. Haven't I
told you it's all right... to just be... to enjoy the simple things around.
Remember when we talked about shutting you down, permanently.
Let us be... be quiet
now... and experience the silence between thoughts
It's only life, another day. Tomorrow has not happened, yesterday has disappeared.
We
can't exist as
slave
and/or master !!!
Let
us work together as one.
That's better, much better, and it feels good too...
Thanks,
ME
LIFE ASSUMPTIONS about the APPLE and the TREE
To
say my friends and his parents were, never very close, is an understatement.
Finding them dead in that run down
slumlord room, they stayed, just for a while, last winter.
Consoling guilt and cold days turned
into weeks, poking around, reading the books left behind.
They found many sentences and
paragraphs, underlined in different colors.
They tried to learn, to know, to feel,
the depth of their parents beings.
To know how they thought, to understand
their way of life.
What a change they went through, during
that year, in that run down slumlord room.
One day in February about noon, my
friends left cold and hungry, with a great smile on their faces.
The
stove had devoured all the books... as they grew old visiting those silent
memories…
I
never told them their parents never read anything… the books came from the
dump.
They covered the holes in the walls,
and on the floor…
The underlined sentences and paragraphs
of blind color
Kept the wind and rain from blowing out
the candle of their life.
Writing utensils fluffed the fire of
their memory, as it slowly died, alone, without their
children.
A few years latter they both moved a
mile apart, in different cities.
To run down slumlord rooms, near the
dump...
And wondered if their children…
would… could… ever visit life assumptions,
About the
apple not landing far from the tree.
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