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No Horse Town

i lived for a while
the fish who eat milk
stayed with me
i ran faster than the speed of tears
back and forth
the fish went
i wrote another chapter
in the good book
take it home
got to break out
of this no horse town
the question is how
the fish who eat milk
stayed with me
their story is long
the church organ harmonica
played out of tune but
it still sounds good
i sell fear
see the tip jar
all these groceries to pay for
all my life i
searched for
something to hate
the fish who eat milk
they are not many but
they have strong bones

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The tears that I cry are not yours

I am not your friend who tried
to kill you last night
I am not you friend who mustanize
and try to get intimacy
I am not your friend who killed you
your father, then came back home with a gun on my face

I am not your friend
who is your friend
then your friend
what is a friend
when you have a friend
then a friend who is my friend
when I have a friend

The tears that I cry are not yours

I have never had a friend
like my mother
I have never had a friend
like my father
I have never had a friend
like my brother
my sister, she hates me
as much as I hate her

The tears that I cry are not yours

who is she to take off
her clothes in the middle of
the street and say the door will
be closed in the next fifteen minutes round

The tears that I cry are not yours

‘she my mother, my mother who cries
every time she thinks of
me
you are my sister
but you were my sister
when my sister was born

The tears that I cry are not yours

every time I see her
I am happy
for she knows what it means to

‘she used to come home to me
and say poy I have something for you to eat
don’t tell anyone

The tears that I cry are not yours’

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In Or Out of Tune

Clip or snip frustrations and toss!
Be done with regrets at any and all cost.
Events unchanged will remain the same.
Take a deep breath...
And leave behind what was left.
You can't correct it!
Don't waste your breath.

Confined to a time your mind can't let go?
Define it as it is.
Why stop the life you live?
Grow and flow with it.
Throw away those mental fits!

A perfect life no one has.
And exceptions are few and far between.
No need for opinions or surveys to pass.
Those days of truth and honesty,
Are getting very lean!
Faster than the quiet passing of gas.
It can be sniffed!
But who is going to admit they did it?

If you are awaiting,
For a wholesomeness to appear?
None will be coming!
Not soon on this scene!
And somehow that view,
For you is not clear!
And my assessments to you are mean!

I'm not seeking to harmonize
With this melody at all!

Whatever has taken place,
To slow and stop your pace...
To relive good tidings,
In your head must be chased away!
To move forward from where you are...
Must be done!
Forget about what is fair!
Very few even care,
About you or the scars you bare!

That's not a sadistic wish.
It's a reality somehow you have missed!

And I am not expecting
You to accept what I say as fact!
The environment you live in...
Should have by now exposed you to that!
Put away your pity pot and get up off your back.
Others around you singing the blues,
Could care less about you singing them too!
In or out of tune!

Or...
If you delight,
In patting your foot
On top of fresh manure!

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Acoustics Are Not Working

Maimed, tortured for love of resistance
this night appears to be
without an end.
There was nothing to lose,
it was looking for some reason
to die on the side of a cloud
when the sickle moon was sailing.

Tomorrow a new lie will be born.
Even a suicide bomber
will be tossed around,
like a new coin.
Weaving a dress of skin and bones
in the little sky of so many
purple birds.

Acoustics are not working
walls have no doors.
By night only a torch will be moving.

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Many People

Many people are here
Many people are not
Many people have left
Many people have come -
We have seen many people that are not here.
Many people have died
Many people have lived -
The many people we loved and do love, have gone and left us.
Many of our friends and family are lost
For fear has taken me.
The pieces have fallen and broken and can’t be fixed
Those pieces were my life
And now my life is gone
For I am alone with none to guide me through my time
I am alone
I am alone.

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My Word

I have a scare
It so grate that the effort of eminent elite is proving bizzare and rearched to my illing tendencies
My good seeds are not producing a copy of their owne again
Instead they are busy looting my strength
They are the the leader of all fetter of convention
If I dissapear my cause is clear
Because you are not observing you will say this not fair
Now listening this is my word
I am the world
Vast bliss bound peace will erase my scare
This is for those who are here
Sooner or later I will doom forever

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We Are Not Strangers

we are not strangers,
you and i!
we have walked through history together.
and the dust on our feet,
be it from Atlantis or Peru,
glimmers in the starlight when we make love.
i made the ink you penned with,
you cut the trees for my pages.
perhaps i was a turtle, or a wild stallion,
and you were a mermaid, or a moth.
or perhaps i was branches gathered,
and you were the very fire.
or i was a prisoner of war,
and you the officer in charge.
or i was the plague, and you the cure.
the black man they hanged,
as you hid and wept.
perhaps i was the cross Jesus carried,
and you were Magdelene watching from afar.
or perhaps i was the star that fell,
and turned the oceans into land.
and you were the first trees born,
in the kingdom that darkness birthed.
or maybe i'm just an old hobo,
and you the shelter of branches.
no, we are not strangers,
we have been intimate for ages!

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Wild As The Western Wind

Outlaw running from the law but hes
Got nowhere to run to
Big law he broke it and ran faster
Than the lightning bolt
Chasing down the golden sun, running away
From the blue
He ran with no direction in mind, just
Running like a crazy colt
And hes gonna run let the four winds slap his face
Hes gonna fly, let the sky be his guide
Hes gonna lie beneath a blanket of stars
Hes gonna run, wild as the western wind
Bad lands are sheltering him, maybe dakotas
His home
Red mans become his friend, when no one else
Would have him
Theres an indian woman who keeps him from
Being alone
She stands tall by his side, but the laws
Got him out on a limb

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I Cannot Sleep

Let me be your wife if,
You are not married;
Let me be one of your wives if,
You are married;
I have your muse all over me and,
I cannot sleep.
My dreams are full of your image,
My mind is always on you;
Let me be closer to you my dream lover.
I have everything and i need your love to crown it,
I am lost in a place and all that i need is you;
Let me be your wife if you are not married.
I have all that one needs in life but,
Your love is what i do lack;
So let me be one of your wives if,
You are already married.
I need you and, i will care more for you;
I am lost in place and,
Your love is all that i need to find my way home.

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So Many Poor Souls And Not Many Who Care

So many poor souls and not many who care
Are doing it quite tough in the big World out there
The homeless and hungry teenagers of poverty street
Are searching in rubbish bins for something to eat

The gap is increasing in the social divide
And millions are Stateless and Homeless and hungry World wide
The victims of droughts and wars and disease
In the refugee camps millions of refugees.

The marginalized are doing it quite tough
On poverty street they are sleeping rough
People should not have to go hungry in the World of today
But such is not the case that does seem sad to say

For one wealthy person thousands in poverty
Those who need far more than words of sympathy
People who look old before they reach their life's prime
To be born to poor parents is their only crime.

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The Girls Are Not For Sale

Can you hear my voice

Can't you see my tears

Can't you see how small my hands still are

I'm the little
girl

Who wants to live her childhood

To play

To run

To sing

I want to grow up with my friends

I will go to school and be a good student

I will receive the best education

And I will graduate from the highest schools

I will be the person who can depend on herself

I want to be the woman who can protect her rights

To work and build my home

I want to be a lawyer

To defend the stolen rights

To Break the bad rules of jungle

To be a good and honest wife and the careful mother

When the right time comes

The girls are not for sale

When the old minds will understand that

When the cruel hearts will wake up to see

That the little girls are still pure angels

Do not steal away their rights to live

As a human being

They are not for sale
They need the innocent care

They need to feel safe

At the world surrounded with fear

Take off your nasty hands

The girls are not for sale

For the sake of millions of stolen childhoods

And their stolen futures and forgotten rights to have a future

And for those who are deprived from existing their normal lives.

Take off your nasty hands.

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For Whom To Fish Or Hunt

I will not write about love or separations,
About types of men are my cogitations.

Number one is a man of super class.
Abundance of them goes to the mass.
A car is the main thing in his life,
He marries it and it becomes his wife.
He is free like a bird and forever in flight
The highway he travels days and at night.

Another one here seems to be like a gift,
Intelligent, quiet, in all he likes thrift.
He loves himself, to others indifferent,
So often cheats and so much prudent.
Many times divorced he everyone kicks
And to marry again he does not risk.

This one is assured with cars and a house
It takes him a second to unbutton your blouse,
He looks exactly like a crown prince,
In paradise living he tries you to convince.
But here my dear don't make an illusion
As his soul is empty and he is in confusion.

This man looks as a very domestic,
He sits on a couch and looks majestic
He hates any company, he is a TV viewer,
In life and in his wife he has to be sure.
He is always a hard-working and humble,
He doesn't like worries and jumble.

There is a single one, a bachelor forever.
In love pool he won't rush. Never!
With his mother he must all details discuss,
So that his parents will not him cuss.
His advances will be long and boring
Your opinion he is just ignoring.

This one is romantic but he is so rare
He ages mix up and he looks an ideal.
Candy and flowers, obsolete phrases,
His love making simply amazes.
He'll always dream and your body admire,
But sorry to say that: won't be on fire.

This one is intelligent, handsome and rich,
Has family, children and all likes to teach.
In all he knows limits and measure
And only career is his main treasure.
If you are satisfied with the role of mistress
You have to be patient and a good actress.

A philosopher man is a very versatile.
Struck by meditation when he was a child
He sees and knows the essence of Earth
The pearls of knowledge he gives birth.
This one often causes smiles and laugh,
For most women he looks so tough.

But that our philosopher doesn't concern
He knows exactly where to turn.
Married to his ideas he is certainly unique
Energy expanse! His mind is so quick!
Through times he merged with eternity,
Not knowing his wife and his paternity.

Enough of flying! Let's go down on Earth!
Let's talk about a man who loves his hearth.
A man as a getter, a man as a dean,
A lot of options can be found and seen.
Let's be consistent and now go to fish,
Mackerel or perches are always good dish.

We'll buy the baits, we'll put a good rod
And look for the man to be caught.
This process is exciting and endless
But it's worth as a good business.
The splash of energy! The game is great!
Sooner or later he'll be on the plate.

The world of hunting is interesting more
As wild animals you'll have to explore.
They all are different in their behavior
In Irlandia, Britannia or even in Kenya.
If you are not a hunter or do not like fishing
You'll hear the only one crawfish swishing.

That is the reality of present life,
For everything you have to strive.

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Simple Observation #97 - There are so many people.......

There are so many people in this world who daily can’t get enough to eat
yet there are also many others having too much and still are not complete.

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Where are the people , Who lived for others

Where are the people

Who lived for others

Cried for them

Laughed with them

Thought

More for others

Less for self

Suffered in pain

Never complained

Encouraged others

Lived for them

Died unknown

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My Gems Are Not Here For That

Do what you wish and with who or whom.
But you are not here to dose on my composed prose.

If you need to read something that aids your sleep...
Don't you dare nod,
On any of my precious stanzas.
Or blink an eye on my rhymes.
I did not take my time,
To attract your snores.

My gems are not here for that.
You can take your naps next door!

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Who You Truly Are

You search all day and night
To found
Who you truly are
You feel like you lost
And all lonely in this world
Where noone can help
Just look deep in your heart
And you found who you are
Don't get angry if you can't do it
You should believe in yourself
Because there people believe in you too
If one thing don't work out
Try another until you find what
You really good at
It can take days or it can take forever
Until you found
Who you truly are
You make mistakes
Fixed it, keep trying
It will work at end
Some of us might not found
Who we truly are yet
It's ok
Don't sweat it
Good luck
My wish for you is
To found
Who you truly are

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Those Who Believe They Are Ageless

The streets are full with aging teenagers.
And those who believe they are ageless!
Irresponsible and socializing their whims.
Those who can not get enough of 'happy hour'...
24/7 and some!
Those are the ones who befriend their children,
With a lack of parenting and a breakdown of discipline!
Those are the ones who confront teachers,
To defend their disrespecting children...
As if that is an honor to show up,
After their offspring have been tossed out!
And those are the ones shouting the loudest.
They can not understand why their children aren't learning!
Those are the ones...
Who do not listen.
But argue their voices aren't being heard!

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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Khaki Boys Who Were Not At The Front

Oh! it is not just the men who face the guns,
Not the fighters at the Front alone, to-day
Who will bring the longed-for close to the bloody fray, for those
Could not carry on that fray without the ones
Who are working at war's problems far away.


You are all our splendid heroes in the strife,
And we class you with the warriors maimed and scarred,
Though you never have been near enough the battle din to hear,
While you laboured in the dull routine of life
In your khaki suits with sleeves that are not barred.


You have offered up yourselves to save the world;
You have felt the abnegation of the Christ:
And whatever work you do is a noble work and true;
Though it be not done with banners all unfurled,
You will find it has, in sight of God, sufficed.


While you carry back no medals when you go,
Not without you had the fighters borne war's brunt:
So just lift your heads uncowed, for your country will be proud
And its lasting love and honour will bestow
On the khaki boys who were not at the Front.

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You Who Say You Do Not Love Nature

You who say that you do not love Nature I wonder about you I do
'Tis sad to think you are not a rare one there are many others like you
You claim that Land for Wildlife should be developed for houses and the old growth trees on them cut down
We are in need of far more houses to add to the size of the town
You do not understand about Nature develop or perish you say
The Greenies you say you do not like of progress they stand in the way
If everybody felt as you do we would have a World without trees
And we would not have any birdsong only pollution blowing in the breeze
We need greenies far more than we need your type the Greenies Nature do defend
And the creatures of Nature in trouble at present they need every friend
With climate change and habitat destruction many species are becoming rare
The World could do with far less of your type and far more of the environmentally aware
You who say you do not love Nature material gains at Nature's expense you pursue
You are an unenlightened person and to your higher self you cannot be true.

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For Those of You Who Don't Know Me

I'm the girl who holds this smile,
which is not near the truth,
I'm the girl who sits next to you,
I'm the girl who begs the Lord:
'Free me of thinking it's O.K.
to hide my feelings and emotions.'
I am that girl.
I'm the girl who falls asleep crying,
I'm the girl who's good at 'lying',
I am that girl.
I'm the girl who says she's O.K.
but look in her eyes,
hear her voice,
there's a different story,
I am that girl.
I'm the girl who looks happy on the outside,
but if you felt how I feel on the inside,
then...you'd understand,
I am that girl.
I'm the girl who listens,
the girl who has sympathy and empathy,
the girl who has her own problems...but would rather hear yours,
I am that girl.
I'm the girl who hurts on the inside,
but smiles on the outside,
so...
remember, when you look at me with a smile,
and I smile back,
know there is something more,
more to that smile,
I am that girl.
There are SO many people who say:
'Oh, she looks so happy! '
So THAT'S why I wrote this poem,
for those of you who don't know me...

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You Are Not Alone With This Belief

I want someone who can come in,
And clean my house.
Both inside and out.
Plus do a restoration,
Needed in my backyard.

'Who was it living in the house,
To allow it to become so unclean? '

Don't be so foolish.
I was.
I 'still' am.
But that is besides the point.
And has nothing to do with my complaints.

'You allowed your own home to get filthy?
Your backyard to be littered with trash?
And this was done,
While you were living there on the premise,
As an occupant?
Shouldn't you hold yourself responsible for that? '

Are you kidding?
Of course not.
If it had been recommended to you,
To hire a new housekeeper 'with' qualifications.
And a gardener your neighbor uses.
Would you pay attention,
To the goings on inside AND out?
If you had more important things on your mind to do?

'I suppose you are right.
What sense would that make,
To stay conscious and awake...
When I have been told,
I could hold someone else accountable...
And blame,
For anything wrong that goes on inside...
And outside of the place I am calling my 'home'.
Trust me...
You are not alone with this belief!
Incredible as it is.'

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