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And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love you make
I was listening to this song today at work
It seems a lot of the time I feel like a jerk
Am I making love when I work for this multinational company?
Or am I just making them more money?
I don't feel much love out there in the work world
It seems like a rigged game to me
The rich win and everyone else loses
I think the people who get the most enjoyment out of their work
Are the ones who work for themselves
The ones who have found something they enjoy doing
And found a way to also make money at it
The professional golfers or singers or artists
If I had a way to make love and make money at the same time
Being an artist would be where it is at
Then there is no theft of your time, your body, your mind or your soul
There is only one thing
And that is love

When you are running for president
You have to let people know where you stand on the issues
I am against abortion and the death penalty too
Let's have free health care for me and you
Increase funding for space travel and go to Mars
Let's have cheaper and more electric cars
Get rid of the fed and income tax too
Make all drugs as legal as the stuff that come from the animal that says "MOO"
Minimum wage should be 15 dollars an hour
Reduce taxes to give the people back the power
No gun control
Unless you can shoot and put a bullet through the same hole
No more free troops sent to other nations
Protect your own countries and reduce our war machine inflation
No more handouts to illegal immigration
Send them back to their own nation
Social Security needs to be taken away
If you want to live forever, save up to pay your own way

silent shadows running thru the fields
as Silence molds the clouds all day

silent moonlight bouncing through the trees
as Silence skips across the lake

silent snow flake falling like a ghost
as Silence swings low thru the gate

and silent stones gather no thoughts
as Silence gives my heart away


Oh Lord,
when my heart
is with you
its shield breaks,
oh how it breaks
in the most tender
silent ways.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Sunny was the disposition.
Warmth and glow fill hearts’ conditioned,
To welcome change from harshest pangs,
Chilled wispy embers of charred remains.
Were we so smitten all’s forgiven?
No one twice shy they’re never bitten.
As Summer greens turn greys of Autumn,
The swift forgotten race to bottom.
See now a drunken wayward mass,
Emboldened by a traitor masked.
Imaginings of crimes unjust,
Have birthed the biggest lie that was,
And dulled the senses quickened breath,
Emotional the sick and deaf.
Determined folk must prove the right,
When hangs in balance truth and light.
What losing men may claim to have,
Let rays from sun make plain the path.
Wb JS 01/04/22

Spaceman,
Laser guns,
Killing off races,
Having fun,-
The Ape-man,
Well, he claimed my cave,
He ate my food,
Then he ate my slaves,-

There's no place,-

Gypsyman,
Told us why?,
And how to live forever,
And touch the sky?,
The Doobieman,
Ha, you all remember him!,
Well, he sells only the best!,
No seeds and stems,-

There's no place,
Like--
There's no - no - no place like space!-

Psychicman,
And the future he saw,
The Planet of the Apes!,
He's seen to far!,
The Musicman,
Tuning his tunes,
Thrash Heavy Metal!,
Changed into blues,-

There is no!
There's no - no - no place like space,
There is no!
No place like space!-

ponder half full or half empty
alas the sin is to be petty,
its a void sensationally endless
comprehending for the heartless
the story lingers in the background
if there ever is one
its transporter the willy karma
the manifestation of a persona.

Spirits beckon one more time,
Be merry and bless my - bourbon wine,
I can bleed though you can't see.
One more drink - that's all I need,-

Spirits beckon like shooting stars,
They were wondering where you are?,
You look weary - my dreary friend,
One more line - you will live again,-

Spirits beckon with reason and rhyme,
Is this a game played in your mind?,
Broken, cast outs - they are your friends,
And they are here to greet you,
At the end.-

Spirits beckon me one more time....

the coming days nothing to say learn to live through the illusion of delusion, instant reaction thoughts come true nothing to do nothing to do, opening pathwaves of sin nothing to begin nothing to begin. learn to live in wasted places, overgrown hedges revealing edges of sanity's known wandering through this all creeping sounds and voices all are a plenty I'm losing my identity,

wasted days nothing to say drive me away
drive me away. into the blindness of my mind always left behind, crafted axes shallow graves shining blades tied to caves, blood soaked memories clouded reality.
losing it all running backwards is this real enemies fallen shadows fade away into there own hallowed cave, given away

does this all have to be,
does this all have to be,

these memories are daunting stepping through the grim truth these are forever forever forever, dying together together together,

underneath underground it makes a sound
of pain behind the rain it comes out again to take me from within take me as a slave as a death that cannot be saved.

I look inside to find my soul,
To find the part that makes me whole,
To see what’s there that makes me feel,
To figure out what’s fake, what’s real.

I look outside and see his face.
It tells me of his sex and race,
I see the rest of him as well,
Without his soul, an empty shell.

I look inside to clear my mind
Of the turmoil that I find;
Each day a dreadful news event
Mars its slate and leaves me spent.

I look outside, and see the world;
The scenes before me that unfurl.
Finding peace there is in vain,
And so…I look inside again.

I look inside to find my SOUL,
It keeps me sane, it keeps me whole.
It doesn’t leave, it doesn’t go;
Not like he did so long ago.

I. Look. Inside.

Tomorrow sends me to a stony ground,
Stoned today, but my voice echoes with sound,
Only to be recalled,
And you remember who I am, -
Love hates to tell you, -
Mr. Morrison said the West is the best,
He saw something like no one else,
From my many trips,
I know what he meant, -
Love hates to tell you, --

Long ago,
Life shattered, but we move on,
Being only a man,
Wine, women, and song, -
The writer's right!
But what have we won?
The dreamer's dream?
As we watch another fading sun, -

Today, another day, flying first class,
Placed in a limo
Fed high grade grass,
How much longer is this going to last? -
Love hates to tell you, -
Mr. Hendrix said the story of love is quicker than the wink of an eye,
So right,
But you refused to ask why?
Now, no time to compromise, -
Love hates to tell you, --

Long ago, no -
Let there be you and I,
Every day is worthy,
Yesterday, a cloud that has only passed us by, -
The writer right!
And we have won!
We make dreamers dream!
As we watch the fading sun!