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The Sin of You and I

I am arrogant.
I am patriotic.
I am a capitalist snob.
I am rude to others.
I am a melting pot.
I cannot travel anywhere and receive respect.
I am unlike You.

You are humble.
You are faithless.
You are full of charity.
You are overly polite.
You are a tossed salad.
You can travel anywhere with utmost respect.
You are unlike I and unlike They

They are ignored.
They are environmentalists.
They are individually selfless.
They are peaceful… but,
They are sure to make their voices heard everywhere.
They have always been.
They are mistreated by You and I

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These People Are Never the First

Too often...
Those who use common sense,
Are punished for being correct.
In fact,
Some sarcastically call them smart.
As if they are using some exclusive part of the brain...
Others do not have membership to address or obtain.

It's just another excuse to sound off their laziness,
With a customary abuse of their existence.

You need not ask for them to give an opinion.
It will be there in the atmosphere!
Along with a judgement passed...
As to who made the wrong or right decision.
And why...
If it was up to them,
They would have made another choice.
And these people are never the first,
To make their voices heard!

It's just another excuse to sound off their laziness,
With a customary abuse of their existence.

And it makes one wonder why...
God has blessed certain creatures with wings to fly.
And some creatures with brains...
Never to be used for long periods of time.
Or,
Very little.
If at all.

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Do You See Me

It's 3: 58am in New York city,
My pen painting patterns, while my tongue drowns in whiskey.
I heard dines-ties have always been created on tragedies,
Tragedies make the morning news,
And legacies are only remembered if the legend dies horribly.
Two months shy and 6 years away from 30,
My life a catacomb,
Decorated with loneliness and too much self-pity.
My various talents a facade like plaster of paris,
From which my chandeliers fall from these watery walls.
And every few years I meet a certain someone who sends my depression into coma,
Covering me with another blanket of bullshit, till I forget the color of my skin.
And when I shed, I shed painfully,
Pealing of my flesh, till vultures feed on my bloody wounds
And on this crusted scabies, bugs lay their eggs.
My people are the most insecure people I have ever met,
Diligently teaching ourselves to never feel pain,
Till we never feel pain,
Even in death.
I want to visit all my ex's naked with a rose in hand,
Kneel and apologize for never giving them a chance to really see me.
I try to turn my life stories into paintings,
But I'm constantly prosecuted by the people closet to me,
So instead I recline into this cain chair,
Self practicing chemotherapy,
Still struggling with nightmares I had when I was 7,
With flashbacks of my father's belt on my bare bony bum,
Molding my veins into titanium.
I feel a grief that can't be spoken,
Were words are constantly on vacation,
Allow me share this blank canvas,
A part of me worthy of your interpretation.
Do you see me?
I'm naked,
More naked than I have ever been with all my clothes off.


09/10/12. Hollywood, California.

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The Burglar Of Babylon

On the fair green hills of Rio
There grows a fearful stain:
The poor who come to Rio
And can't go home again.

On the hills a million people,
A million sparrows, nest,
Like a confused migration
That's had to light and rest,

Building its nests, or houses,
Out of nothing at all, or air.
You'd think a breath would end them,
They perch so lightly there.

But they cling and spread like lichen,
And people come and come.
There's one hill called the Chicken,
And one called Catacomb;

There's the hill of Kerosene,
And the hill of Skeleton,
The hill of Astonishment,
And the hill of Babylon.

Micuçú was a burglar and killer,
An enemy of society.
He had escaped three times
From the worst penitentiary.

They don't know how many he murdered
(Though they say he never raped),
And he wounded two policemen
This last time he escaped.

They said, "He'll go to his auntie,
Who raised him like a son.
She has a little drink shop
On the hill of Babylon."

He did go straight to his auntie,
And he drank a final beer.
He told her, "The soldiers are coming,
And I've got to disappear."

"Ninety years they gave me.
Who wants to live that long?
I'll settle for ninety hours,
On the hill of Babylon.

"Don't tell anyone you saw me.
I'll run as long as I can.
You were good to me, and I love you,
But I'm a doomed man."

Going out, he met a mulata
Carrying water on her head.
"If you say you saw me, daughter,
You're as good as dead."

There are caves up there, and hideouts,
And an old fort, falling down.
They used to watch for Frenchmen
From the hill of Babylon.

Below him was the ocean.
It reached far up the sky,
Flat as a wall, and on it
Were freighters passing by,

Or climbing the wall, and climbing
Till each looked like a fly,
And then fell over and vanished;
And he knew he was going to die.

He could hear the goats baa-baa-ing.
He could hear the babies cry;
Fluttering kites strained upward;
And he knew he was going to die.

A buzzard flapped so near him
He could see its naked neck.
He waved his arms and shouted,
"Not yet, my son, not yet!"

An Army helicopter
Came nosing around and in.
He could see two men inside it,
but they never spotted him.

The soldiers were all over,
On all sides of the hill,
And right against the skyline
A row of them, small and still.

Children peeked out of windows,
And men in the drink shop swore,
And spat a little cachaça
At the light cracks in the floor.

But the soldiers were nervous, even
with tommy guns in hand,
And one of them, in a panic,
Shot the officer in command.

He hit him in three places;
The other shots went wild.
The soldier had hysterics
And sobbed like a little child.

The dying man said, "Finish
The job we came here for."
he committed his soul to God
And his sons to the Governor.

They ran and got a priest,
And he died in hope of Heaven
--A man from Pernambuco,
The youngest of eleven.

They wanted to stop the search,
but the Army said, "No, go on,"
So the soldiers swarmed again
Up the hill of Babylon.

Rich people in apartments
Watched through binoculars
As long as the daylight lasted.
And all night, under the stars,

Micuçú hid in the grasses
Or sat in a little tree,
Listening for sounds, and staring
At the lighthouse out at sea.

And the lighthouse stared back at him,
til finally it was dawn.
He was soaked with dew, and hungry,
On the hill of Babylon.

The yellow sun was ugly,
Like a raw egg on a plate--
Slick from the sea. He cursed it,
For he knew it sealed his fate.

He saw the long white beaches
And people going to swim,
With towels and beach umbrellas,
But the soldiers were after him.

Far, far below, the people
Were little colored spots,
And the heads of those in swimming
Were floating coconuts.

He heard the peanut vendor
Go peep-peep on his whistle,
And the man that sells umbrellas
Swinging his watchman's rattle.

Women with market baskets
Stood on the corners and talked,
Then went on their way to market,
Gazing up as they walked.

The rich with their binoculars
Were back again, and many
Were standing on the rooftops,
Among TV antennae.

It was early, eight or eight-thirty.
He saw a soldier climb,
Looking right at him. He fired,
And missed for the last time.

He could hear the soldier panting,
Though he never got very near.
Micuçú dashed for shelter.
But he got it, behind the ear.

He heard the babies crying
Far, far away in his head,
And the mongrels barking and barking.
Then Micuçú was dead.

He had a Taurus revolver,
And just the clothes he had on,
With two contos in the pockets,
On the hill of Babylon.

The police and the populace
Heaved a sigh of relief,
But behind the counter his auntie
Wiped her eyes in grief.

"We have always been respected.
My shop is honest and clean.
I loved him, but from a baby
Micuçú was mean.

"We have always been respected.
His sister has a job.
Both of us gave him money.
Why did he have to rob?

"I raised him to be honest,
Even here, in Babylon slum."
The customers had another,
Looking serious and glum.

But one of them said to another,
When he got outside the door,
"He wasn't much of a burglar,
He got caught six times--or more."

This morning the little soldiers
are on Babylon hill again;
Their gun barrels and helmets
Shine in a gentle rain.

Micuçú is buried already.
They're after another two,
But they say they aren't as dangerous
As the poor Micuçú.


On the green hills of Rio
There grows a fearful stain:
The poor who come to Rio
And can't go home again.

There's the hill of Kerosene,
And the hill of the Skeleton,
The hill of Astonishment,
And the hill of Babylon.

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Loved And Lost

Bad luck, is doggin' me around
Bad luck, is doggin' me around
And I can't change my ways
Because I've been made second grade
And it's better to have loved
Loved and lost
Yes it's better to have loved
Loved and lost
It's better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
No love, has come to me and stayed
No love, has come to me and stayed
But I can't win this race
But to try to run ain't no disgrace
Losin' hands, have always been my deal
Losin' hands, have always been my deal
Never have drawn, drawn the ace
But when trouble came
I always looked it in the face.
(copyright 1974 mountaincarlin music)

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It's time for women to make their voices heard. Their silence on the subject of war and peace is deafening.

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Blackberry Picking

I have fond memories of going blackberrying
On Sundays, with my Dad, when I was a child.
Situated on the very outskirts of our little town,
The lane was long and winding, lonely and wild.

We worked our way along the prickly hedgerows,
Plucking perfect fruit from amongst the brambles,
But the berries, which were over ripe or under ripe,
Were left behind by us, during our country rambles.

We picked plenty of plump, juicy berries,
And popped them all in to our plastic pot.
Dad seemed to know the very best time to go,
So we always returned home with quite a lot.

Along the way, we spotted spiders in their webs;
Of spiders, I have always been a little scared.
So any fruit which was located round about,
Was more than welcome to stay right there!

The blackberries were taken home to Mum,
Who mixed them up with apples, inside a pie.
I always felt a small sense of pride, as we ate
Those blackberries, picked by my Dad and I.

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Vain Imagination

Evolution deceived a generation with nothing more than imagination.
Man's bogus claims of this senility make his science pure futility.
Life is too complex is what they whine, so there must be a design.
They hit the nail on the head but chose to believe that God is dead.
Their heart says God's behind it all but they just continue to fall.

Their empty theory of deception, has always been Satan's intention.
Clutching onto this theory of evolution is a problem not a solution.
Evolution as a forgone conclusion is just part of Satan's delusion.
We hear what they believe and say only to hear it change day by day.
In The Bible they will find, God is not a man who changes His mind.

This theory is but one-century-old, so how can the fools be so bold?
Yes, fools I say with a nod, for only the fool says there is no God.
In The Bible they could read, and see He's an Awesome God is indeed.
It's been here thousands of years, and only The Bible has no peers.
The fact of creation is plain to see but they choose to be deceived.

God doesn't need any proof, by creation alone they're without excuse.
Man just does what he pleases while ignoring The Lord Christ Jesus.
They can't go on ignoring Jesus, for He alone was sent to redeem us.
Not only is creation evident, but the Creator himself is benevolent.
He showed His love at one event, when to the cross His Son He sent.

(Copyright © 07/2002)

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Do You Know Why You Are Unhappy?

you have always been unhappy
feeling unwanted, despised and hurt
yes, your ego is hurt
you believe that this ego is hurt
that this ego exists

try believing there is none
believe that there is no such word as

ego

try believing there is no you at all
let us see who gets the feeling of being unwanted
despised or hurt

there is none now

you see? 99% percent of what you do is for yourself
yourself
your ego and you are so unhappy, because in truth
there is no you
there is no ego

and all you did was for no one else

that is what emptiness is all about
precisely, that is what unhappiness is.

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I Wonder Where You Are

Often we are not apart,
And needing.
With our hearts too near,
And accessible to feel.

We have not been many times distant,
To miss what is wished...
For us that is clear.

I wonder where you are,
When I am here wanting you.
I fear I do,
Someone new you might meet.

I am that insecure.
And this only you can do to me.
When I am not sure,
If I satisfy your needs completely.

We have not been many times distant,
To miss what is wished...
For us that is clear.

Often we are not apart,
And needing.
With our hearts too near,
And accessible to feel.

I wonder where you are,
When I am here wanting you.
And I fear...
I do.
Someday you may not find,
I satisfy your needs completely.

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You Are Not Alone

you are not alone: for he is by your side
you are not alone: no matter how hard you try.
and for what it's worth,
He has been with you since your date of birth.

and HE was there when you was baptized with water
and taught you the LORDS order

some have called him JESUS
some have called him CHRIST
but no matter what you called him
you are not alone.
for he watches from his throne.

in his heart you have always been
since the day, that he wiped away your sins.

as long as you show your fellow man that you care
he will always be there.
as long as you believe in GOD up above
he will always give you his love.
and when you walk the road that's shown
you will never walk alone.

you are not alone
when life dishes you a wrong hand
that is all part of his plan.
to see if you have the faith in him
to take away your aches and pains
for with him you will never be the same.

as long as you have him in your heart and mind
he'll be there throughout all time.
He is there every step of every day
to show you the righteous way.

so do not stop, do not falter
for he is there at the altar.
give him thanks, and give him praise
that you're here another day.

'FOR YOU ARE NOT ALONE'.

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You Are Nobody With Claims to Make

You are nobody,
With claims to make...
Unless you have sacrificed,
To lay down,
Some beneficial good deeds.

Even 'then' those who have done it,
Are not seeking attention...
To have themselves pleased.

Too often people like these,
Sit in proclaimed self grandiose eloquence...
Convinced their efforts,
Are overdue for praise.
In an expectation to appease their own needs.
Under-rated and overlooked,
By those ungrateful...
Some self serving,
Have gone out of their way!

You are nobody,
With claims to make...
Unless you have sacrificed,
To lay down,
Some beneficial good deeds.

Even 'then' those who have done it,
Are not seeking attention...
To have themselves pleased.

But those with desires to be 'somebody'...
Will prepare to make their proclamations,
Heard by using bullhorns.
If it means disturbing a tranquility!
To arouse a public with their embellished falsities.

'May I have everyone's undivided attention!

Thank you.

If not for my loyal and devoted disposition...
None of you would have known,
Who to see or where to go...
Enabling you to receive your coupons.

Useful to redeem for discounts...
On your purchased necessities.
To which I am sure they are enjoyed.

It was I who initiated that movement.
And deserve your welcomed applause.
If so given.

Only with deep felt humility...
Do I come to satisfy your curiosities.
And yes...
Although I am reluctant to admit this,
It was I who initiated that movement.

Carry on.
Carry on.
Carry on!
There is no need to overwhelm yourselves,
With bewilderment!

Afterall...
I am not running for any electable office,
Suddenly discovered open and available...
To have someone fearlessly represent you.
With understated humility.
IF that possibility in your future should occur!
I am not.
I repeat...
I would not be so incline to accept such an offer.

And even if I should be so approached,
By an assigned committee concluding their research...
Of my qualifications and background.
And...
As a coincidence,
I have brought along a few copies of my bio...
With testimonies and references attached!
For those who may express an interest when time allows,
To televise any suggested interview wished...
I will submit,
To be thusly scrutinized in such a manner.

But let me remind anyone within the sound of my voice...
That I...
Am only here,
For you!
YOU are my only concern! '

~Who is that? ~

*I have no idea!
Not a clue whatsoever.
But I will say this...
He is certainly going out of his way,
To be remembered.*

~I thought those coupons were printed,
For anyone to use in the local newspaper? ~

*They are.
At least once a week! '

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What Are Images Created For?

The answers to questions,
Are there.
The answers have always been there.
Impatiently glaring.

But what has been absent...
Is a quitting to dispense,
The distribution of pretentions...
Of those defining who is qualified,
With credentials certified...
That impresses with appearances,
Images relied upon...
That those knowledgeable oppose.
And refuse to masquerade to disguise.

The answers to questions,
Are there.
The answers have always been there.
Impatiently glaring.
But those who stare...
Seek something there that impresses.
And if it is not an image dressed,
To impress expectations...
The answers that are there,
Will continually to be ignored.

What are images created for?
If there are not there to enhance pretentions.

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(Angry Poem) Angry Are Your Children Of Forgotten Memories

Angry are the children of your forgotten memories.
Needs become greed.
To succeed you must move past what has became another loss.
Hypnotic is a pipe dream
in which your will is fact.
It's a written contract.
Be there when it counts most.
So close
Yet so far away.

Angry are the children of your forgotten memories.
What have you created
what have you instigated.
With a sickle in your hand
you swing at me.
Full force
full impact
lack of discretion
another life lesson.
Trust no one you don't really know.
Unless your ready to let go.
Being released from it all.
A hunters knife cuts the rope.
A hammer smashes the chains.
Nothing is ever in vain.

Angry are the children of your forgotten memories.
A cut so clean.
The wound that continuously bleeds.
No matter pressure put on it.
My leukemia destroys all immunities.
Metaphorically speaking
metaphorically preaching.

Angry are the children of your forgotten memories.
Destiny does not wait or ask you how you want it.
It just goes
flows threw all our veins.
Even with the the greatest change.
We still are powerless over it.
We continuously fight it
deny it
but only a fool can not see whats right in front of them.
It is what we have become right or wrong
It's who we are.
As much as we choose it.
We still have no control over it.

Angry are the children of your forgotten memories.
You say this is it,
then must have always been it.
From the beginning.
It's written in invisible ink.
Some fortunes can't be told
They have to be lived.
One day I'll understand what the draw was
but at this time
It's nothing but angry are the children of your forgotten memories.

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As We Are

under the moon
we share a drink
some stories
we mend the past
we look for meteors
bursting and falling
for the future
as we are
we toast
we long for nothing at all
as we were
we become what we are
there are no regrets
life and love have always
been fair
life as beautiful as ever
love as true and forever
what more do we ask?
on the poverty of
our spirits.

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Yes You Are MY Hero...or is it heroin

You have always been my hero

With your brave and sullen face

scoffing at the world

afraid of no disgrace

And scoffing at religion too

while clinging to a twig

my dear I've never seen your hair

but I won't lift up your wig

I think you must have pulled it out

but really that's ok

worry has a way of giving back

ulcers for decay

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Making Love With You In Pain And Fear

you are coming from a distant place
and we shall soon meet
i told you about what i hate
this waiting
and it is the same thing with you
you were never born with the patience
we meet half-way
on a perfect timing
you come and i go
no one waits for another
we like it this way always on a perfect timing
waiting is outlawed
a treaty is sealed
and it has been that way since then
no one waits
you come and i go and that has always been
the way i make love with you

we were happy and then the truth comes
it will not always be that way
for one has to be god and the other has to be a slave
we cannot agree
we parted ways and there in that pain and fear
we have always been waiting forever

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Money You Can't Take With You When You Die

Money you can't take with you when you die
So before you die I hope you decide
To whom you are going to live your money to
I hope that you are not going to spend all
That money on yourself

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You Have Just Been Censored

I've got an opinion
'Yeah what is it? '
Just shut the hell up and I will tell you.
'Now why would I want to do that? '
Well because your fucking fat.
Or maybe it's some other simple fact.
I'm an opinionated asshole.
What are you going to do about it?
'I'm sorry sir but you have just been censored.'

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A Friend Like You

I need a friend,
A friend like you,
A friend that will always be here with me through my roughest times,
Everyone needs a friend like you,
You have always been there for me through my roughest times,
You are a great friend,
Greatest friend I can ask for,
You’re my best friend,
A friend that everyone needs,
A friend like you indeed a great friend,
I am glad that I have you as my friend.

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You belong there, you’re out of here anymore

I am glad; you finally found your steps
Carved in Japan
He loves you the moments are there
In every festival that you learn
In the family that you have
Created for yourself
You are happy there
And that is enough
I can sleep well tonight
The stars above my head
And the moon
Give a smile
The wind whispers your name to me
Your name is no longer new
You have always been

Happiness

For the meantime, I shall gather some
Dreams
I have more stories to tell in my sleep.

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