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The frock deserves the flower
to dance
the bud to bloom
perchance

What's red and smells like blue paint? Red paint.
Q: What do you call a bear without ears?
A: B
What did the pirate say when he turned 80?
Aye Matey!


there may have never been a Misson
there may have never been a Libertalia
but here's to the sea raider's legend
down there in Madagascar
on the edge of the map
a sea dog utopia
under a white flag
where they once cried
for God and Liberty!
and all men took equal
in the spoils
privateers, one and all
will we join them in mind
over the ocean's crests
we sail poets!!

You look like a Queen
Spark like a Diamond
Cool Like Moon
Attract like Winter Sun
Shadow in Summer
You're a Dream Girl
Your Love is Light
Your Face is Charm
Your Smile is Loving
You're a Dream Girl
More I say I Love you
You Love me Back
That's All for you now

If the only true mercy ever shown
to Man by the fates is
Woman
isn’t her “Otherness”
vital?

Or are our offspring to be
an amalgam of a sort of Me and
Me?
rather than
We?

Must she become another mere He
a dwarfed duplicate of
masculinity?
Can she not
be left free?

You dont have to become hard,
quit deodorant , shun perfume & the razor
in order to be strong...
All that lingering bitterness
can never right the past wrong ...
To create a distorted reality
of how super you are, though
wont help you through the test of time in length ...
Got to stay grounded , be genuine to yourself
because who you truly are
is your precious invincible wealth ...
You say you want this and that
but dont need any of it ...
That's just a hypocritical argument
that easily falls flat ....
You just can't bring yourself
to be honest and admit .

What's wrong with being human, vulnerable ...
have needs still unfulfilled , but more than able ...
As long as you remain standing ... productive...
creative ... and still willing to dare
As long as you know
of the things to beware ...
Time goes mercilessly forward
and we all grow older ...
But quite pathetic to age embittered,
alone & lonely but in denial ...
A huge boulder for a chip on the shoulder...
Not willing to recognize & embrace
that which is vital ...
one's vulnerability and being perfectly imperfect .
No rocket science, really .. though in many cases,
for them, seem like a wellkept secret ...

You cant invite in love, contentment,
and overall happiness
if you face these with fangs and claws all bare ...
You've got to simply open up enough,
without keeping a tight tally when time to share ...
And that genuine beauty from the heart
on the outside of your being, to show & wear ...

In this house
a cathedral
to the angels
I see light
on elevated stone
high above
the baptismal font
that has washed
generations clean
in the great hall
as I follow closely
the custom
of the liturgy
the thurible swinging
swinging to deliver
frankinscence to heaven
so may they rest
so may they rest

I think I should write about NOTHING, cause today, I have NOTHING to say, and NOTHING is more than its parts, it can ease or break many hearts, NOTHING means such a lot, you either have or you have not!, And NOTHING plays such a part, NOTHING can't give you a start, NOTHING can't be the beginning, NOTHING can't be the end, NOTHING can be your enemy, NOTHING can be your friend!
So!,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,it's all or nothing then?

How can it be that humans
must spend half their lives
re-evaluating what they received
from those who adored
cherished and would even die for them?

How was everything so efficiently whitewashed
that humans did not know they were not
what they wished to be
but what they had to be?

Is living with their imperfect un-absolved
unfulfilled selves impossible?

Evidently

What about a rewrite then?
Let me set the example:

“I, human, resident of Earth, Galaxy, Space, etc., ad inf.,
do declare that whatever my authority rank class
popularity fame reputation possessions virtues feats
abilities and characteristics
I am and shall forever be
no more or less capable than any other human
of performing the most reprehensible and revolting acts.

My repudiation of the above is a cowardly denial of my humanness.”

signed

.

How would you write the story of life? Without being stabbed, with a knife, how would you say, its not that real, something you can feel? You can't.. it' impossible, its not that real, hide behind protective layers, thats what we do,,, thats our prayers.
Our way to live in our world of change, check the wii fii, check the range, so, go asleep,, rest and be calm,,, tommorrow, wake,, and welcome,, our lamb.

He's our big brother, what he says goes, he loves us more than anyone knows, everything he says is always true, when he wants your opinion, he will give it to you!

What could we do without his direction?, NOTHING, this is how it should be, HE told me, 'this is perfection, you walk the walk,, I talk the talk, can you not see?, I live in splendor, YOU in misery, YOU helped to make it this way, You dont speak, YOU, HAVE NOTHING TO SAY.

So, who would you rather be? It's your call, big brother, you?, or me?

You started this life without expectation, big brother really is not your relation, there's more to life, there's lots and lots, PLEASE, just stop and think,,,,,
CONNECT THE DOTS.