I will never be part,
Of teaching hate.
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Five fingers on our Hand,
That let you understand,That Life and Love can be written,With the simple stroke, of a Hand.
Like children,
And Want!And once we Have,We destroyThat,That gave usWhat we wantedAnd thoughtWe could not have.Eternal paradoxesAre we,More and moreIrrational,And therefore,Much less free.
The hardest thing to do,
Words, Feelings,For they do not always,Communicate,What there is of intricate,In the human labyrinth of thought.Thought,That sometimes may be twisted,But so personally freeThat it should never be,Tampered with for naught,Communicated with, gently,With the best of sincerity
I dive into a pool of words,
Vicissitudes and memories,That haunt me every day.The waters of my memory,More dark and sad today,A foggy mist, always persistsFor loved ones gone away.
Art needs no words,
It speaks,As minds and hearts it sways,To it’s own mysterious place,With its own perpetual music,Full of beauty, full of grace.
What’s the Beef, America?
You don’t like unpeeled,Pineapple upside-down cake?Then eat bread,And close your mouth!You don’t like deals,That don’t make sense,Open boarders for’Innocents’?The Jailers say,That’s just too bad,The game is over,You’ve been had.At the political Casino,‘Les Jeux sont faites’The chips are down,The masks have fallen,No game is left,In Chinatown,That’s how it is,When snakes do hiss,Next time you vote,Pray, you…