Poems anyone?

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  DIY2008

  My Life

  My life - declared an impossibility by man

  And yet I live it

  Day by day

  The hardships, the pain

  All of it seems so natural

  Anything but what I experiance does not exsist

  Leaving me in a dark void

  Alone

  Hurting

  Shaking from exhaustion, from cold

  I curl into a ball and shriek "MY LIFE"

  Echo, echo, echo

  No one is there to hear it, to hear me

  Love has never been; no joy, no happiness

  Anger, hate, frustration, agression

  A scream and them silence

  My life - nonexsistant to man

  *yawn* I wrote that one last night
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  lisaBObeesa

  Alone,

  I think of tomorrow,

  Of what spells I might cast

  with my awsome power,

  What transformations,

  What reincarnations,

  What happy time travels

  to my exciting past,

  What yesterdays I might change

  To satisfy all my "what if's"....

  No, ...

  I think instead

  I'll use my powers

  for Good.

  -LisaBOBeesa
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  blondie

  Gray waters swirling

  Lashing at the tan sand.

  White caps furling

  Spurting, foaming

  Looking like whip cream

  On gray pudding.

  The cruel wind smashes

  The water harder

  Grabbing and tearing

  The earth away.

  Hair streaming

  Cheeks freezing

  Face wet

  Heart rejoicing.
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  lawrence

  Partook

  Partook mystic emblems with less than 10,000 worldwide in 1975, composing the Mystic Remnant

  Partook matzos and grape soda of Christ?s blood in shopping centre in Miami while men and women moaned, spoke in ?tongues?, and renewed their Christ vows, b ut where was God in their Christianity?

  Partook ganja tea with Mystic Rasta in Jamaica, w ho spoke of Christ as man, the fall of the first couple, the judgment, and the Kingdom to come

  Partook in singing 'Amazing Grace' at a church in Davie, Florida, w here guitars, tambourines, and drums left me with a haunting ache to light up a J & dance at this party

  Partook in chanting for world peace in 1977 before the first Reagan Regime; wanting to go back to visit the Buddhist shrine in Hawaii

  Partook of circles in New Mexico, Captain Cook, New Hampshire, and Rochester

  Partook as part of the Minyan, put on tefillin, was called up for an Aliyah, then said Kaddish for a dead brother on Yom Kippur

  Partook of the Ark of the Covenant, as I carried the Torah around other Partakers at Rosh Hashanah

  Partook of mushroom tea with a Mystic Jew and a group of bikers; we spoke about the heavens, as they spoke of sprockets

  Partook of chants in burial grounds in the White Mountains, Carlisle, Arizona, and Malden

  Partook of silence in Catholic churches in Boston, Media Pa., Stoneham, Malden, Munich, and Cozumel

  Partook of the rite of baptizing souls in a pool on a cold Sunday a.m. within a Mystic Ecstasy of John at the Jordan River

  Partook of giving a marriage talk, a burial talk, and talks against the ISM?s of mankind

  Partook, and now Partake of the poems; from the Souls of Mystics, Poets and Prophets
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  lawrence

  The Celtic Sanctuary/who?s sick anyway?

  (for R.D. Laing)

  and who?s sick anyway?

  the mad poet verbalizing reality in the catchy phrases

  or the man on the assembly line

  one rivet, a goosh, and the frame goes by

  or the woman on the inspection line

  good lime, good lime, acceptable blemish, BAD LIME

  or the mad poet doing a day on the line,

  chucking another job for unimportance

  buying a couple of lines, a jug of MD 20/20, and scribbling experience on the jug?s paper bag

  and tomorrow spent outside the mad whoosh

  tell us R.D., who the hell is sick anyway?

  mushroom parties get the poet cooking,

  so why not get a factory shift looking?

  looking at the mad poet scribbling on the underside of a Coors?s Lite beer carton