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My African Violet
That sits contented on my top desk shelf
Withstanding dusting cigarettes by the dozens,
The unwanted direct sun light of the morning,
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Final the feelings towards soldiers in war
Honorable or ignorant in the most honorable way
And dishonorably the madness of killing
Makes the mind, easily molded by the influence
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My days are made of questions,
Answerless, or the universe would contract
Into a marble I'd put in my pocket
Which I'd finger while paceing through space
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4.

Om is everything
Om's vibration is so dense
though om is empty and weightless,
Om's the movement of all particles,
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Grown grandiose the girth of my years
Knots, rings, crooked limbs my aged signs
Patient persistence I have engulfed fences
Rough and tall rooted shackles drink up
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The smell of lavander
Bees humming rounds its tall soft tips
The water flowing over the rock
Trickles down my eyes
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The open road and passion choked days
Are a soapless shower for a lackluster life.
Mid-day naps, cigarettes, law & order, and pap's
Thoughtlessly exfoliated in the sweet madness
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Open letter by america rising
Saying hope and change was not attained
No more so called socialism, more like dictatorship liberalism
Instead monarchal capitalism and elitist hierarchy?
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I, in paradoxical human comprehension have defined myself.
Though to this definition I am not confined
This too, in itself, is in part & the entirety of my definitive paradigm
Nor in words, being human deficiencies, it is not contained
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mother complaining about apple pie made by socialists
melts american cheese and says she is polly-anna
her freckles are truths spotted on her face
her skin is clear and clean accept that mole on her chin
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Bell you have the wilderness
Of a dayton, Maryland suburb
as your territory. Reigning,
Though at your size,
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The earth, my mother, provides for me
She is bountiful and generous
Sometimes I want to stamp my feet
Regress to the thoughts of a toddler
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I talk incesantly
Thought incesantly
About the world and all her crevices
And of man and all his corner's
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In the sweat drenched summer, my love
Backseat drivng stoned alone
250 thousand america miles
In a wind blown beat life's prizm
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The fields, cobalt blue, stretch to the black veins of trees
Feeding the purple morning sky
In the distance yellow porch lights sigh
Watching for rural murders and theives,
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Whiskey shoes
the jazzy blues
reefer midnight mood
A relaxing insight
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I’m sorry, it makes sadness prolonged
And I have seen the cursed causes of that sadness
The inuendoed causes of my depression
I disappoint and can make uncomfortable
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Dont need an adding machine to solve the obvious and rhetoric.
I do need; however, a lacking perception to discern the diamond truth.
Noses are obvious, so is arrogance, water in a flood
Nervous questions; wild fires burning stirring my dreams
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In Hollywood, being a general term
Television, movies, news, entertainment implicitly
There is always, for us, perfection
There is no individual, and there is no character
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My African Violet

My African Violet
That sits contented on my top desk shelf
Withstanding dusting cigarettes by the dozens,
The unwanted direct sun light of the morning,
And the waves rippling between and through my walls
Nights she watches me imbibe and describe
My African Violet
And years of thoughtful life to relative strangers
Watered... 'My God! '.... Yes watered
By time and scientificaly advanced pottery
My African Violet
You stay alive
Somedays, suprisingly, most days,
You thrive - leaves spread firm and wide.
Nights, happily menacing nights like these,
Thirstily frowning slight
My African Violet
By months of ignorant procrastination
Sweetly and sadly you call to me
Interupting my mad speeches
And vile attempts at wisdom
I quench you, i drench you
Filling your world-house of clay
Tomorrow in the indirect light of the afternoon
And the cloud of stale tobacco air
You as I will straighten our arms
Dirty and satisfied
We will happily, without serious complaint
Survive, indefinetly
My African Violet

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