Praise to the Bay Area!

The weather can be relaxing
Even the plant life is mellow
Plus you can dress badly
Or very unusually
But it matters not
Its casual and not
You see a giant spot
More food and food
For thought
Deep and heavy
Strange place.
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Life is long and there are boulders..

Rolling around off tight shoulders

People who know no illusions

And can't wave their hands

And insist to persistent spit

Upon a rapid rabbit Rabbi

Pigs move into rooms

Only venom is

Mount Doom

Doom, doom, doom

Yea

I feel ya!
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More research shows anti Semitism is really and has been an over the top prejudice.


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A day of remembrance of genocides, mass killings and insane wars of the last 200 years global.

New thing?
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Nothing holds me back none fingers grasp..

On my way I say yes

The grass is small and calm

Will luck come like fresh wind

I look inside a clock and watch

I see a hive of hornets

And military jets

The secrets.


Gray Sky's

Eyes staring at Netflix

Ground 0 at 50% is

A red cloak

Alone.




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Can you find my key?

He speak into the deep

As they listen if..


Can you know the door?

The ways through holes?

You soul caught in a hole?


Take a day off

Be a troubadour

It shall move faster

Yes hold up the stuff

Time is spun

The gryphon's are arriving

Bearing gifts..

And not violence?





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When all else fails become a social media multi colored big butt tweak Star!


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Off the streets she was..

Her man in hand cuffs

And it was a walk

Along long walk

Home.
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I think there is a law in biology..

If you hate upon someone much of that hate will hit oneself, as hurting another person would cause physiological pain for the abuser.  Not even violence is free, even online!
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When people ask people wether they believe in Aliens exist from other planets..

I just see red flags for conspiracy theories.  Big red flags.

Why do we waste time on conspiracy theories?  Many hours, and emotions?

Egad!
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The argument that bad writers write poetry while good ones write novels is bunk.

Shakespeare wrote both poetry and plays and this has happened with other poets through out history.  I don't know why.  What do you think?
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