so that
moon rises
somewhere
out there
argonauts traveling
human journey
around that glowing
brilliant moon
maybe dreams
planned projection
dreams seem fine
as that precious moon
speaks to us all
speech isn't always
so refined
I'm traveling
in this resilient
somehow
so very much
has changed now
yet still 
in some way
so much remains 
may be 
that very same
still it's about
true love
isn't it
every adventure
that's all about
each heartbeat
love
isn't it
maybe
it's about
God
that surreal being
still it's about
love though
God is love
so we have
been told
feel it
if it's in
your heart
if that part
of your soul
wanting to go
around that moon
fly to heaven
but not too soon
such is life
all this love
more life to live
yet pain and strife
so that
inner vision
far out
in outer space
riding that
knife edge
one slip
just a blink
that moon rises
somewhere 
out there
taikonauts and cosmonauts
different environments
aeronauts and aquanauts
even most modern
clicking internauts
modemality
router alley
yet still
brilliance rises
talk about resilience
instilling curiosity
mindful adventure
objects of desire
this human journey
time after time
measure after measure
sometimes all that
precious vibration
will be 
harmonious sometimes
even rhyme
sometimes even
oddly glorious
time after time
storied us
time after time
after time

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something magical
do you ever
have those dreams
that incredible place
dream world
taking us away
into some other
magical space
I have to wonder
just what was real
those recurring themes
unreal intimate scenes
like needing a toilet
and not finding one
maybe you do 
eventually find one
but it has no door
okay friends and folk
that is velveteen
what about space
some far off planet
some surreal sun
even flying through 
that extra special place
God help us
maybe we're at sea
everything in time
just endless waves
perhaps in time
some spectral tide
even rain
those suicidal dreams
even fire
or just about to fall
catch me
in your loving arms
see me cry
maybe as I die
in lonely dreams
it's just karma
all that relative stuff
far off in some galaxy
light years away
you'll wake up 
someday when earth
isn't where you stay
something magical
about it all
having those dreams
about that magical place
so deep sleep
sleep and dream
majesty may visit you
holiness could touch you
that sacred space
you'll marvel at
tears can take us there
fear can drive us there
something about all
those magnificent dreams
something extra special
about this human race

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should we
just stand still
or take
a step ahead
take one
step sideways
or take
a step back
should we
twirl around
look back
from where
we've been
maybe still
forge on
or should we
try to fly
like we
are free
or should we
turn around
drive back
into history
that is
life's mystery
just what
to do
just what
to think
just how
to turn
or twist
or shout
that is
living life
breathing being
perhaps some
reckless night
God will come
take us
by one
hand in hand
even if
we can't stand still
God will 
find us
karma's sentience
just good will
so stand up
speak will's sentence
give direction
live your dreams
seek repentance
share your schemes
speak independence

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it's genius
each veiled
creedless mystery
feeding such
a brilliant
genuine delight
but maybe
this world
it's something
even demons
flushed down
some slimy
hellish drain
but still
isn't it
utterly miraculous
blowing all 
our mystified
confused minds
maybe we
somehow will
perhaps dream
our way
navigate out
of this
disingenuous mess
it's something
I must
truly confess
that simply
always seems 
completely surreal
gravity's misadventure
if only
killer's bullets
weren't real
if only
applauding bombs
didn't fall
all that
flawed history
marauding psalms
confusing us
all those
nefarious politics
leaving us
severely broken
forever pondering 
even wondering
ever wandering
isn't though
just wonderful
staunch life
where children
all that
every innocence
all that
what was
almost good
is torn
ripped apart
by those
that should
be setting
some thing
even good
an example
something instead
of cruel
bitter war
causing grief
yet instead
bloody greed
steadily mar
ready relief
double crossing
so many
needlessly die
fall bleeding
those things
that might
have been
something beautiful 
even sure
those things
that could
have been
beyond blind
mysterious ritual
loveless nothing
but victims
horrid gore
all those
loveless lies
that we
are told
all that
pitifully phony
that always
forever unfolds
what sort 
of revolution
does it
bloodywell take
to change
broken things
make things
spoken better
maybe God 
needs to
simply arrive
grab those
faithless guilty
by their
conniving throats
pluck out
their lies
evil eyes
tear out
their cold
deceitful hearts
maybe then
all that
marauding genius
would reveal
unveil those
curtained mysteries
so we
certainly all
could live
certain brilliance
so we
forever all
might give
faithfully share
our world
which just
makes sense
but then 
all those
demented despots
hiding secluded
always scheming
vainly they're
golden towers
while innocence
unfolding everything
that was
once told
as perfectly
seemingly good
is sent
unceremoniously rent 
dreaming hell
like they
all should
so in
all their
fucked up
total inhumanity
thinking they
are smart
saying they
are great
some people
do see
all their
shifty lies
causing all
shifting this
worldly strife
shoving tawdry
garish knives
into every
good soul
shoddy causing
this world
to bend
bodies bleeding
what if
virile sun
simply refused
to shine
what if
all oceans
simply turned
to brine
what would
we do
would all
even those 
brilliant leaders
all those
smartly genius
simply say
it was
our fault
couldn't be
wasn't theirs
but really
who truly
fucking cares
who doesn't
always wish
they were
grandly rich
more powerful
who doesn't
pray standing
for more
give me
hordes more
sordidly maybe
it is
all illusion
affording maybe
it is
all delusion
even certainly
it is
utter confusion
some believe
in all
yet those 
richly powerful
impertinent lies
some believe
God is
still on
their side
while God
stays away
uproariously laughing
at us
all this
roaring war
making everything
that once
was almost
even good
so dearly 
heaven pays
nothing is
every going
to be
alright again
so much
is lost
brilliance isn't
even in
within sight
that genius
left us
simply escaped
our world
when propaganda
took its
virulent hold
its deathly
cheerless grip
making innocence
light itself
self immolation
destructive fire
with all
war's grizzly
untamed desire
with all
our forgotten
happy dreams
so now
just us
drowning here
dangerously crowned
by this
choking mire

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jesters silenced
FUBAR to say the least
a mutating virus
this flourishing beast
is it just us
or those gathering vultures
or is it just them
relishing another cannibal feast
or those words we speak
FUBAR parading
that truth we seek
those poems we write
jesters silenced
FUBAR parading
as enlightened right

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all my grief my love
this pain and sorrow
resonating in my soul
all that sad and sorrow
my heart has come to know
if I live to see tomorrow
I hope that sad sorrow
doesn't continue
to magnify and sadly grow
what if joy and happiness
would come to ease
all this pain we've known
perhaps my heart
would find some goodness
that fleeting joy
happiness has sown
all that fragrant beauty 
we would like to know
virtually always see
if only all that fragrance
wasn't always lost
in love's costly forever's
but never forgotten love
precious joy and happiness
could still be you and me

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hey man
those 1920's
dancing flappers
short skirts
those rebellious
fashion sheiks
after war
then man
those 1930's
modern hepcats
hepsters and hipsters
all about
jazz man
hepjills and hepchicks
all about
jive slang
all that
cat-ologue swing
then man
more war
a beyond thing
that 1940's
hip bebop 
counterculture scene
that was
a dig-it thing
challenging mainstream
those cats 
and jazz cats
musicians blowing
hepster dreams
zoot suiters
with their
baggy flamboyance
counterculture cats
loving all
that jazz
all that beat
razmataz man
getting beatified
all that
beaten down
those non-conformists 
seekers man
jive slang talk
cool attitude cats
all that
beatitude poetry
those slick moves
that beatified walk
cool grooves man
beat into beatnik
jive slang man
what a cool kick
then all
those hipsters
true blue niks
more subculture
those poetic words
then Korea gore 
so stoic damn
beatniks man
ultra-slick
those 1960's
turning tricks
hipsters into hippies
those wanna be's
young yearning
twisting hordes
lordy wanna be
jive and slick
then Viet
fucking Nam man
blowing off
every lid
evolving into
jam man
showing off
those cruel
tricky dicky licks
dancing jive man
into that
acid groove
psychedelic chicks
showing off
those naked
Woodstock tits
what a fit man
what a cool groove
now those
preachers man
beach gurus 
where they sit
more counter culture
a steady
ready move
poetry man
that slam 
so sure
taking off
for moon man
dreaming meth
ecstasy and cool
surely stealth
soon man
all those kicks
fantasy and groove
counter culture man
still making
hipsters move
don't be
square man
be a daddy-O
where ever doll
if you try 
you can man
fly into that 
sutra show
just go man
jump off
that poetic cliff
parachute free man
new-hippies
into neo-hippies
spirit free man
those back
to that
land chicks
peace love
and freedom
something all
hip wants
living in that
groove man
churning ultra-modern
resisting tricks
all that modern
insanity man
all that fresh
sanity and clean
pulling heads
out of that 
deep sand man
still seeking
perfect shangri-la
coming out
of those strange
awesome clouds man
coming down
to earth man
trying to recover
from being
so deranged
all that
fascist propaganda
strange drumming
range of sound
all those earthly 
vibes man
that are never
truly over
all this new
hip and groove
modern woman and man
arranging something new 
modern tribes man
something absolute
and clever
solutions modern
truth behooves
that something
real endeavour

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