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All memory tuning

              localized vibe

CNS (Central Nervous System)

          feeling tattered;

                   uncomfortable

          in its fleet

                   pathway towards

                         variable dimension

    Focus on a meditation

                    of prophets

              and grasshoppers

        subtle, sweet dreams

                   reflected

              in one second;

         forgotten the next

              It’s unfair!

         so what to do?

                  we scream

“Give us the answers!!!”

             but the Holy Ghost

                 in unmoved

unaffected by our mute scream

     our self made quasi suffering

Fear Hell?  What for?

We created it here

and it’s our mission

            to regain paradise

but the evil doers just scoff

      enjoying gaining sinister pleasure

            in our agonized plight

             Politicians flicker in broad

                       daylight

            while homeless stragglers

                curl on the street

unsympathetic passers=by

               stepping over human garbage

          on their way to the office

as civilization decays at the core:

                   we are left

            facing ugly consequences

Raindrops keep falling on my head—

                 I get wet—

soaked by Mother Nature’s fury

                 there’s no escape

                        but I run

helpless, wet, cold

                            all I can do

                                     is run away

                keep on my toes

                       and move—

                             and move

The fleet path of modern life

              the disarray

          of faith and hope and dreams

                         all pass on

                 like a peace pipe

                          but no answers;

                                    no solutions

                      to the violence, racism

            hatred, bitter decay

Kill homosexuals and blacks

                to please some pope

    or murder Palestinians or Jews

                in the name of peace

It’ll help make sense

                   one day

            when the rapture

                 of the new day

            dawns on the horizon

the ecstatic rays

             of the morning sun

                 shamelessly cast

           their light on us

I cover my eyes; moist flesh;

             clammy feeling-

      the nights and days go racing by

there’s no aim

        no control

            chaos reigns supreme

                is that what

             we wanted all along?

            I’m finding that

                   I can’t answer

                        that question

       and I feel embarrassed

               and ashamed

        at my incapacity

Impotence raging

                  in my soul

          quelling the passion

               repressing the flame

the twin forces

           of love and lust

               and stymied

           by misconception

Dwelling on meditated thought,           

             the blood of the poet

                is poured on the page

                    for any willing witness

     but still we ponder

                   the complex mysteries

                             of this human life

                   on this glorious planet

and still no answers

               for the questions

                    of why we gone

               and fucked it all up

and still no reason

                 for us to go

                      and fuck it all up

still no reason, , ,

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