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SOME MYSTERIOUS NATURE
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JOURNAL #9 replete yet all the while spent in my much too
intense mind
still, I continue to search tirelessly for something I can't seem to find
a small trace of truth perhaps laying just beneath lies
yet told
a place lost to one's youth now more precious than any nugget of gold
hearts and knives are never even moderately quick to agree
parts of pestered people's lives remain hidden from what it is of themselves
that they wish not to see
even just a speck of firm yet unaffected grace
a way to get back at the previous meandering for such a
miss marketed pace
a fraudulent swami in paper turbans
possibly offering some terribly trumped up advice
a slim chance at the big bucks with a felon
raconteur who just so happens to be holding hot dice
has society herself shot us all up with her own sad
version of some contraband street drug
and threw us in a massive hole together
the government only refers to as our down fall
that she herself dug
was it recent or long ago that we as a unit
started to noticeably recess
and who was it that said the time has come
to clean up this long overdue mutual mess
perhaps no one we really know
just you and I..............
( written March 15,1993 am)
