Decades ago a wealthy influncial man convinced.

Or should I say brain washed the public into the idea that love is sentimental and that for that reason was a cause of "Inferior creative work" Take that!

File Apart.

I raised my hand again

Though windy it made wine

Our pain transformed

Intelligence in acrobatic form

Holds the secrets

The false alarms

Where animal friends come

I don't speak squiril

Free the humans now.

Tonight I put out a prayer to the God.

I need this one badly.

I still think blood issues within the body are a symptom of winter problems with health.

SLOW DANCE

LONG LIVE

LONG LIVE THE FUTURE

GIVE THE FUTURE DARLING LOVE

LOAFS OF YUMMY BREAD

ALL THE DOVES PRAY IN MAY

TAKING NOTHING

SPARROWS CHASE THEM OFF

NEST GROW HUGE

BIG EYES SPY

I SPY SOMETHING GOOD

AND YOU KNOW

IT S UNDERSTOOD

PRESSING FOR NOTHING

BURNING SOFTLY

AND

LONGING SOFTLY

IN THE LOFT

WITH THE LIGHTS

SHINING.

Progressing is good, but not the same as raining sunshine and joy and peace.

A dream with human beings.

Let us pray for a happier kinder planet.

I follow the dots

The city spots

They move like a snake

As somethings are found

Hidden as if in dreams

As if a story unfolds

And it is not yearning

But a slice of me

Shining like a star

And there is life

Since I know what it is

To give in

To the city lights

Where the circus dreams

Of blue waters.

Not the time.

It was 11:30 on a wednesday

The throngs of crowds began

Their movements

Like red ants

Pacing impatiently

In an energetic loneliness

There lungs strapped around their hearts

Muscles straitening after a great limping

In a schizo like march

The masses made their way to lunch.

Good to be me.

I followed her maze

Always pointing to her

Jabbing at me

And finally bringing me back

Back to myself

My friend.