Thursday, September 13, 2007

Aim High

Are you going all the way?

Can you do it one day?

Rich Person you decided upon your destination?

Bash you really desire to travel there?

Rich Person you considered the fare?

Would you maintain the course of study with no alteration?

Purpose High! Be Steady!

When you travel up and down,

and true peace you haven't found

Perhaps your estimate of your possible is to low,

don't be too proud to impart a hand

your sense of accomplishment will expand

and you'll derive the necessary minute as you go.

Purpose High! Be Confident!

By helping others you will gain

So doing discontinue to complain.

As you lose yourself for the enrichment for others:

you'll happen your purpose so much better

you're living by the spirit of the law not the missive of the law

1 for all and all for one,

Simply all Sisters and Brothers

Purpose High! Person depends upon your success.

Keep your mentum up and eyes consecutive ahead.

Bash not change your course, be wary don't be misled

Be courageous, be consistent, be on time give all that you can-

purpose with accuracy, purpose with care,

the attention I talk of, the care, to share,

don't take too high to see an outstreched hand.

Purpose with love! Purpose High! There's the challenge.

Give it your best don't number the cost

less than your best and the high conflict is lost,

if you're given your very best you won't be blamed,

The Great Scorer, sees attempt and desire

the love of others their good to acquire,

and he ranks us upon the tallness and

the manner we've aimed.

Purpose High! Come Along!

Don't be discouraged life can be a lark,

We've aimed with love we've hit our mark

Don't take with arms purpose with bosom and soul

And if we aimed for the social welfare of others

We've hit our goal.

Purpose High! Praise God!

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Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Dear Lord

Loving Burns me up

it's my truth and I'll state it again

of your debts I've had enough

so take back your "Hi's" in a frame

I detest this human race around me

when you speak to him to tease

all your human race makes is hound dog me

Dear Godhead above

phone phone phone phone call me up

if you please

Loving Burns me up

your the sap and I'll state it again

of your stakes I've had enough

so take back your whies in a frame

I detest this human race around me

when you jest to him to tease

all your human race makes is land me

Dear Godhead above

call me up

if you please

and who cares if it's just hit you now

I'm too tired to give anymore anyhow

too me everything is achromatic and white

you did me incorrect now I'm doing you right

Loving Burns me up

your so owed and I'll state it again

of your diagnostic diagnostic tests I've had enough

so take back your prevarications in a frame

I detest this human race around me

when you walk to him to tease

all your human race makes is buffoon me

Dear Godhead above

call me up

if you please

Loving Burns me up

your so owed and I'll state it again

of your tests I've had enough

so take back your prevarications in a frame

I detest this human race around me

when you walk to him to tease

all your human race makes is buffoon me

Dear Godhead above

call me up

if you please

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Thursday, September 6, 2007

Five Poems on Death

Death Returns

Death returns: it establish no resting place;

I saw it in flight, last nighttime over the Sierras;

beneath the last trips of twilight—!

The condor's wings covered death's decent;

and semivowels now through the air in peace!

Yet death's tail-shadow go forths at dawn, to

go back at dusk, blue-bellied full—as

if it have swallowed a giant (once again).

The condor, the condor, likened to a fly in a web

decease happens no rest, only new flesh, new flesh!

No: 1949 8-27-2007

Death:

The Roots of the Earth

Death have a manner of saying Hello, when it intends Goodbye!

We beingnesses on earth's surface never really disappear—only

Transform.

From the minute of decease the organic structure will change, you can't

hear it, it simply acquires foggy—becoming the roots of the earth.

No: 1950 8-27-2007

The Mystery of Life

How enigmas to be born a human being

—and then to decease as one!

To be able to rinse off those old fleshy garments

of bark and milky-clay…!

We are the honored ones—(you know)

given to a whole human race system—:

1 manus stretch to Heaven the other to hell;

the truth is, we have got got got two flavors.

Those who have not been born yet:

adult male and animal are not so far apart

(and very difficult to please).

No: 1951 8-27-2007

Dialogue with the Devil

"I'll do a battalion with you," said He to me (the Devil),

"I have detested you long enough. I first proverb you as

a child—then when you were old adequate to do friends

I saw you again…. It was you who worshiped my kinds

of sins—then you broke away, but now is the clip to start

carving new adventures. Iodine have got left one run down and root for

you—let there be commercialism between us?"

I said back to Him, "Dark eyed, tusk scandaled, there

is none like thee, among heaven, Earth or hell; none with

such arsenic Swift feet, like your tongue—dark as midnight

are your shoulders—face of a dead seabed."

No: 1954, 8-28-2007

Selected for Death

"No, no! Go from me—!" I left decease lately in her sheath

—oh! Dim it was, for she surrounded me.

Thin, are her arms, yet such as a grip—they jump me,

immoveable, and left me…cloaked, as in a web,

a cocoon—subtle and fleet she was, like magic, in her

binding.

"No, no! I cried, "go from me, I have got still your taste—

your scent, your soot, your aye—halt!"

(But she wouldn't listen.)

No: 1952 8-28-2007

Death Passed Me Once

(1993)

This adult male knew the secrets of decease

(he project them over my head).

No adult male could cognize such as things, unless

he was portion of it.

And now he's gone, he up and left—

(just like that…).

Iodine called, "Are you near?" and he did

not reply me back.

Then at the end of my bed, I saw—why!

There stood in my infirmary room, the

eyes and shoulders of a great being:

He did not speak, —he simple watched

over me.

No: 1953 8-28-2007

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