Activities of Hugh Green

Regrets - rocking chaired thoughts bound to arthritic reasoning
Eating as cancerous pacmans the joy counted fleeting moments
Have stolen light, replacing it with worn dark thoughts of inevitability
Where slippered health dwindles upon receding lines of beauty
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A tremendous circle is love
pleasure unrelenting
pain unsubsiding
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My heart - hidden behind a smile and the madness of the moment
sheds eternal tears for the words it can not pronounce
No language exists to match the beating
No blood can follow suite
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My poetic license has expired so I'll have to go to plan ‘B' which is putting a big sign across my forehead on which is written ‘Dunce or twice' (sorry - no illusion made to the democratic national convention in the Wickwook region of outer Bologna or the dancing fire elves documentary by Whichway Isup as seen on the Rotten Spud channel) . If that doesn't get your attention, I can always wrap a wire coat hanger around my throat in the guise of a tie and run around in the streets butt naked crying ‘Gibberish' with a capital ‘J'. Why? You may ask, am I trying to get your attention…. I have come to realize in the past few centuries of my life that there is a downward trend in the moral and social fiber of our once great society, and we have been beating on one another for all too long. Every political faction and religious organization pushes the belief that they have the one and only true solution and that everyone else that are contrary to their preaching's are null, void and marked for extermination. The end result of this can only be such a great division of all our intellectual forces that we will become incapable to give the time of day to ourselves without having to first calculate which political/religious time zone we belong in at the very moment the secondhand ticks. I don't really have a solution to this very particular dilemma of the human spirit, but I do think it might be wise if we all learned to hold our tongues (pliers usually work well unless you have unusually slimy saliva) and be more attuned to the fact that there are no given truths and no sure answers.
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The bagman carrying his life upon his back
Tortuoused - a shell of ugliness seen circling the cracked mirrors of his heart
Raw withered claws blackened by rainy nights fraught of cold
Fought bold in fevered sweat though trembled in their meaning
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She releases to the air
with a light and silken voice
All the beauty of her soul
the expression of rejoice
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Why am I so meek
When I breathe the dragon's breath
I have power, but can't roar
Raise the dead from hellish death
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