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I leave my unconfined mind open to every conceivable

possibility nearly all day long

so, you'd think I would at least close it up at night

to help put my thoughts back in the pink

indeed to set all the right apart from every wrong

I do not know perhaps it is simply my signature style

or merely just my way

but where is the key player in this much too impossible

play

whenever I feel far, far below that of blue  

I pick up the pen in place of the ever popular relaxing

drink

the question though is just how far below reality's fine line

am I willing to let myself sink

maybe my many writings are the blocks set in my way

to keep me from any further plunging into the brink

and such thoughts to that effect

always make me stop and think

somewhere in the loose translation I feel there is an

undeniable link

I know so little about, but of so many things

like I know what a telephone is but not what makes its

inner mechanism ring

such simplistic wonders of the domestic kind never cease

to ever so gently amaze

par example' what was all the hoo rah  behind the early

80's hacky sack craze

and exactly what part in life does the existence of the

shortened temper play

so, far be it from me to get in the face of (s)he who

has so very much to say

'make love not war'

'don't get mad merely even the score'

'give peace a chance' (but remain a chilled back racist

all the same)

'love thine brother' (but shoot now and ask later for

his name)

just who planned and cleverly executed such rules

to such an ironic game

not I , said the cow who so heavily holds this pen

I just write out whatever flows from my mind

I don't choose to point any finger of blame..........

(written Jan.29,1993 am)