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Politics for Poets

Guitar Minded

Did you go to poets grave? Did you go there as a slave? Were you drunk? After the rave? Who do you hope to save?

What did you hope to find there? Were you at the end of time there? Please open up your mind, A little bit at a time.

  If you think about the 
     songs you sing
   and who you are to me.
  If you open up 
      your awesome heart
    and really start to see
       If you fly off to the truth
  if you can't explain the proof
     but you know it doesn't matter
 because that professor is a goof.

  And if you love the World
   and all here in
   and what is naturally free
 and if yo love the sound of
    raging wind
  because you know that 
     we're all free!
  And though you
    don't know what to do
   you do it any way.
  And you don't know what to say
     but you say it and then
         hey
   It's all right.
    Ya
   It's all right.
   It's all right.
    Ya.
  It's all right.

  We are free
     to be
  whatever we want
       to be.
  And we're free enough
      to know
    to restrain our vanities
  and we're free enough to know
     to not slander other's sanities.


  
    

"somethings never change." says the raven as he circles off towards places you won't find him. He swoops along the sullen shores. "The fact is that the next stage will leave all of those people behind. They will fade like morning dew."

Nov 9, 2012

well . . .

I think I've blogged enough today.

Life goes on.

Thank Veterans profussly and unexpectedly!

~ OK Now.

 
That's a little bit more.
  She said
 than I want.
  That's a whole lot less
   she said
 than what I'm going give.
   It's a fact
 she said
    and may be she regret it
  it's a fact
    she said it
        and maybe she regret it
  just a little bit at at time.  
here is a song fragment:
 and he sings to her
   strumming his 
        plastic guitar
   "didn't you get your meds?
         didin't you do 
      what the big man said?
    do you like the blues or the reds?
       And 'just give me both'
   is just what she said.
        didn't you get your meds?
    
      I can't give you both
      because then youll be dead.
   cause one choose a destination
       and then one head
      off to be where ever they are
  dancing off to be with a falling star."

  Then the drums end,
       no more quarters for power.
  you put in seven-fifty
      the power will last for an hour.




  
  








Wake up!

The solution to bad governance is
   good people.

When governing employees act like
 scoffing Burghars,
        things don't bode well
   in the marketplace.
    Perseverence brings good fortune.
 Hidden dragon. 
    lost and away
 nothing that would further.

 Pigs and Fishes.

 Second line 6
   fourth line 9

  The rulling line is . . .


  The proceeding was a fake oracle
     made up out of the air
   and without meaning
     for anyone who would dare. 
   (to epoxy meaning to nothingness).

The commentary on the nonsense false oracle:
Pigs and fishes are heedless, though not without their own purpose. They do not heed well.