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Politics for Poets

Water the Parched Lands!

Pray that ten thousand do not fall by your side.

King David's world was a very violent one. We still live in the same world. Fortunately people aren't as brutal as they were back them. Not all people.

Work on what has been spoiled. There are things that need to happen right away, like if you break a glass on your kitchen floor: you clean it up immediately.

Look to the optics. You see what they want you to see. If the chuckle drunk are partying on the green, they wanted you to see them like that. They are sending a message.

fresh.
Let the clean wind blow through
you soul.

In a blog it's always good to delete things

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How much of too much is enough?

How do we remember to forget?

In a blog it's good to delete and leave things in the past. They are still available but not at the front.

I worry that the transformations would be too sweeping. If you look back a long time on this site you can find all the junk that I posted even back to like 2004, some of it. Some of my content is even older than that. And it is all free for me to use and for you to enjoy when I link it in.

July 12, 2014

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There is always time to
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Too tired to sleep 
   he thinks
 "I must be dreaming."
  
The Sargent,
the major
and the Luetenint Colonel engineer
where having a friendly pitcher
at a club
behind the peir.

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Mar 29, 2014 (03-29-2014)

well . . .

I think I've blogged enough today.

"I'm all blogged out."

~ OK Now.

Praise God! awful first novel lines:

Bounce Bounce Bounce in the bed of the truck, the mountains and the coming Summer shower Marisel . . . [ . ?. . . ?]

If you still love ♥♥
that you are in love ♥
to talk about it
to think it over
to wait for her
if you are mistaken?

If you still hear
if you thought there were something important
that someone was going to tell you
you'd mill around
you'd expect them to come over and greet you.

If you went through the seven dollars that you had,
the last one you gave as a tip to the barmaid,
you'd walk home 
just as it's starting to rain.
You'd drink two tall glasses of water
before you get in bed.
In less then 20 minutes
you'd be using the bathroom.


If you dream about love,  ♥
you dream about what it would be
if the person
felt the same way.

OK, I've actually got somewhere to go.

♥♥
If my heart
  touches your heart
 do we leave the world apart
   living our lives together from the start
 away from those who do not come to heart?

Sharing
 means that the desparate
   desire from the effect of it
 becomes like a junkie urge
 they push the whole world away from them.

 You can watch them.
     you try and talk them out of their funk.
the dig the hole deeper,
  go farther inside the fear
      without a torch to guide them.

  How it hurts
   to forget to live
    to try and be better, but
      only getting worse
  more resentful
    every behavior is a calculated action
  this smile is merely a mask of a mask
  which of my demons is happy? which sad
   it's like the boss level of a video game
     and no one knows how to make the mad clown
        calm down
    get happy
      be happy
  mad clown laugh clown laugh
    get happy
        be happy
    mad clown laugh clown laugh

  I think of a type of woodland
   there's a road some where off towards
              far away hills
         that roll towards highlands
                   lowlands
     valley
           town
              river
                  mountain.

  The hardwood trees are spaced apart
        the deer find places to hide with in the thickets.
 you do not see them but note their presence
     from the obvious way
     that they tromp and kick and feed
      on leaves, you see their presence even though
                 you do not see them.

 Angels are like that too.
 If they are in a good mood it means you are.
   If you feed them hate they amplify it.
  If you talk lies they'll weave you a net of lies
        and use it on you.
 Deer, a lot more  kind, if you go chasing them
   they run away.

  Angels might let you catch them.
  They'll taunt you in the court room
         in front of the jury and judge and your
  lawyer who pretends that he believes you
      when you tell him
 you've got an angel
      and no body else can see him
 he has horns and wears a red cape and
       drinks lustfully from a pitcher of pure indignation
  call 'delicious' the crafting of come-backs and barbs and
           snarky hate.

  "He's just who you make him be"

   The angels, let them fly off and towards
        the brighter light  
  let them be free.
      
    "Ya, I'm an angel and I can talk to you
    but no body else can hear.
       no body else can see.
    I exist only for you
       and I don't know anything more than you do
  and probably less"

   By the end of the walk
  the flys have found them
     and follow close.
 He gets through that part by moving quicker.
  He really wants to get back to his car
     and leave these angels here, 
   not carry them back with him.

   When he made it back to his vehicle
   he quickly made it inside 
    before any of the flies could bight him.
     he made it in but one of them got in too
 like some fetish angel that he still keeps,
       porcellion
   on his shelf.

 "I'm not angel."
     he thinks.
 "I'm human."

  He captures the fly
    in a piece of tissue
   and puts it out the window

♥♥

how hard is it to use these new symbols in your stuff? Well, first you need to know that they exist. Second, you can just cut and paste them.

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I've got a message for . . . Mr Bash (an alias for someone else). Mr Bash, if I use brace expansion with the dot-dot idiom, ie like this:

echo -e {🌃..🌅}{🌍..🌏}{🌑..🌚}" "

why does that not work when

echo -e {🌃,🌄,🌅}{🌍,🌎,🌏}{🌑,🌒,🌓,🌔,🌕,🌖,🌗,🌘,🌙,🌚}" "

will? Maybe I've not ordered the elements properly. Well that little snippit doesn't work that well but t

Clang pans, demanding excellance. He dreams of her like that. He snuggles with her in his mind while he dreams. She is in the far away.

Chipmunk chipmunk
living in a hole
you run away
when the lawn mower roll
near your spot 
where you dug down deep
run away, run away 
before you sleep.

when I'm done mowing
you can come back here.
It was not my intention
to wake you or spread fear.


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The following poem is fresh, whipped up, off the cuff.

  

If the fringe
shows around the thing
green screen green screen green screen
if the fringe.

They are fringe
to want to binge
on profits
from weapons
to feast
on the short
to drive impressionables
to desparate boasting.

If the fringe shows around the rings
see what kind of horror brings
would it be better to listen to the maestro
as he sings?

They are the fringe
on a binge
to singe
the feelings of
well being.

Oh agenda'd clown
you abound
with a frown
digging holes
in the ground

It was time to ping
when he wanted to sing
pick off a space
cover your face
warmth of the wind
death from the Sun
if you get too close
you might just be one.

Oh, you clown.
Why did you paint on a frown?
Wouldn't it be better than to feast on what greed brings
to listen to the maestro as he sings?

Listen to the maestro.
He is going to sing.
He's going to sing
He's going to sing
and his every song
is a hymn.

He's going to sing
He's going to sing
He's going to sing.




  Praise God! 

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 the
first person
he tried to remove from his blog 
tried filing a suit
but it was thrown out
because it had all been clearly written 
in the disclousures.



My rainbows
are only there when it's raining.
You want rainbows
on every window, on every horizon
all of the time.

When it's time
for rainbows
there must be rain.
What kinds of rain? just of water?
The rain of condemnation
that you shower on the vanity boutique owner
"Why won't you solute our rainbows."

Sometimes 
it's not right
to challange people,
to bait them
to bring them a task
that you know that they don't want to do.

My rainbows
are only there when there is rain
somewhere.
Hope it's not the rain
of condemnation
that the boutique owner
won't take your rainbows
won't make you a dress.

If a wedding
is all about love
how loving is it
to put a dress maker
out of business
even if she were a bigot?

If she has no income
no way to make a living
will you pay to feed her?
Will you let her eat cake
the cake that was left over
at the end of your wedding?

Love doesn't need to make a political display
of buying a dress
from a non-political person.

If it's a wedding
where is the love? ♥♥?
The love of the stranger?
The forgive and let live?
The joy
where is the spontanious joy?
If it is really holy?

in your heart

Be nice to yourself and others. What other choice?

Use your mind
to be kind

Wake up!

Wake up!

And this really is at 
the end of the column ♥♥