Innocence and Evil

Peek A Boo I see you  tryna be Trite

Casual as though it’s a Triumph to Be

Normalcy is bane to comply with It

The Killer in me is the Killer in Blight

There’s nothing left for Vultures and they Beg

Not an Ounce of their Mischief I am Game

But speak to me now, why is Meaness Cruel?

Why is’t it Beautiful not even That?

When Beauty dies a Lackety Lacks

Arrives at the Scenes of Arrested Truths

And sprays into the eyes a Chemical

It burns into memories profoundly

Scorches the innocence of the young Lambs

With the vengeance of an Eviller Strength.

Beauty at Once is Beauty Forever

If you notice it’s a rhythm and rhyme

  Ticks to alert before running wild

Then it Tocks at the end of a trail

Meanwhile as the leaves rustle restlessnes

Their spirit is spent in foment the touch

one after another lose shape then sound

they become animate with force of cleft

wedged free from the vast and expansive world

glistening with moist inebriate life

rustling with joyously ripaste a  while

the central desire is in its source

what it takes as it gives the gentle force

without arms or defenses or qualms heaves

beauty at once is beauty forever.

Beauty at Once is Beauty Forever

If you notice it’s a rhythm and rhyme

  Ticks to alert before running wild

Then it Tocks at the end of a trail

Meanwhile as the leaves rustle restlessnes

Their spirit is spent in foment the touch

one after another lose shape then sound

they become animate with force of cleft

wedged free from the vast and expansive world

glistening with moist inebriate life

rustling with joyously ripaste a  while

the central desire is in its source

what it takes as it gives the gentle force

without arms or defenses or qualms heaves

beauty at once is beauty forever.

Ode to A Poet My Father's Verse

Ode to the Poet who is my Father

Evon, see, comes to the scene looking well

whose Benevolence incomparable

I try and I faile at forgiveness.

Not because I am incopetent though

but because it is his name I forward

with each and every letter is composed

Equality, Peace, Love, and Uniqueness

none of them are similar Each is percfect

such as the yellow flower petal formed

counted as inclusive and exclusive whole

in each one is a dimension closer

had it a common stock it was gentler

It took no airs from another to scar.

Last Look of Che Guevara

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   Last Look of Che Guevara

   What we all fight about Che Guevara.
   It is the happy secret in your eyes.
   not even a critic could turn away.
   Why was he martyred why were we cast out
   To live as though living was just alright
   Nothing to remember so anyhow
   If Love would have done why'd they kill you?
   Ask your defenders they'd say it was due.
   That you knew all along yet laughed at Death.
   I have my private convictions as well.
   The reason for the passion in a wink
   That sparkles for the truth of a starling.
   A face that launched a thousand ships or more
   To capture the last look of a hero.

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     The Censorship Train 
     
     I love censorship for as we know things
     happen to us because we asked for them
     I know the labor of mind it foments
     still would take no other path but the poem
     Again, I would read it again I would too
     Nothing can stop a train but derailment
     The even pressure of the wheels is its strength.
     It speed into the eye finite distance
     It grows smaller than a molecule would
     History is the caboose of time's engines.
     Though it be large and as powerful wind.
     Yet it is but the afterthought of time.
     Measure of Life is Love's Coefficient.
     What has brought it along is its Present.

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       Ayy Edith no discredit to the historians here because they are actually the first to turn things around for us to observe the whole process of the censorship train derailment.. So they are the derailers if you will.

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Truth and False: Peace and Failure

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   Ayy Edith

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   Nonsense of Failure : ( But things get to Look UP Soon.)

   In a world of nonsense, nonsense nonsense
   there is usually laughter expected
   if there is no Truth, Conviction, Art.
   When it was nothing of that but a stage
   that lacks wonder, humor and cathatsis.
   What is it that has nothing all at once?
   Rather than adorning the young slatterns
   sooner are covered in filth of reason
   with mutually exclusive to knowledge
   falter without both reason and passion
   These are mere side points when whining is thick.
   That can't have enough of too much failure
   the sun rises and sets in exhaustion
   the moonlight glows in corroboration

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   The Peaceful Revolt of Peace in the Classroom
   
   I have intentionally confused them.
   My students. I let them question my creds.
   But I've pretended so long that I'm dumb.
   They all must rise up to take charge of things.
   I bring along a syllabus to start
   As long as they read and they write harder
   They pick up more evidence to counter
   I act as though nothing has happened here
   And just as I knew it innocence urged
   Truth for its taking with each owns portions.
   Some have been broken or bent yet they learn
   That they are their own Master each for their own.
   They learned what they did all by themselves.
   While I held closed the door to their Censurers.

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