| Swiss Poem Account Collection |
| Poem Account Poets judih wylde Paul Kren Barry Fitton Craig Moore panta rhei Orphicgoblin Joshua Griffin Jota |
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| Judih Poetry I Ghost of Luther King Henna Hands Picasso Lover Enemy Attack |
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| Ghost of Luther King Is it me ------ or is an ebony energy sweeping over my sensors seeing all knowing consciousness blessing presence baptizing me with love and strength to move along the path i look up and its you doctor healer of doubts fixer of hesitancies you to remind us the path is here stepped towards tomorrow unity looming distant smiling from afar King of vision so clearly you saw you see still while we huddle under distraction movie, music, vanity anything but the compass point of truth America! freedom! Human kind must be kind Throwing out the lies and promises that feed the rich man's agenda yes! we are so feudal system pawns working our fleshly schedules to fatten up god diatribe lies and promises Newspapers applaud the dow jones of our hope up and down work a little harder but leave the lies alone is this our national anthem? King comes to call Remember how truth sings -- listen! Let ring your voice in our Veracity Choir Sing the truth lets get movin mankind towards its destiny or else we are doomed |
| Henna hands So tell me jazz shaman dancing this juju night why why am i an empty stone rolling from echo to echo My questions refuse to be asked Hiding behind tumbleweed indigestion Tell me o one, you in trance with vibration and soul why do i fall vacant on my own shadow My content gasps in starts and stops my mirror shatters my tears of yellow sandalwood fall in evaporated sound bytes enlighten me with your song Why am i rattling on empty? |
| Picasso Lover yesterday i made love to you picasso lover shaped of stone your poses so primitive roundly drawn 3D canvas of flesh you kissed me trying to breathe trying to live beyond the cold your touch so sour wrong great mind control substituting thought for that helped me through our museum tryst i love you i'd rather fuck gaugin than cubist afternoons i think i'll drink magritte |
| Enemy Attack best defense is offensive she watches me anticipating my every thought she already has a counter-attack claws bared ready she's memorized Howl i can write nothing for she's the soul of Please Master and she's done it all the curly haired enemy who poses friendly pretentions to clarity knows me well knows reality hovers somewhere in my next incarnation she knows my last chance is about to pass me by |