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Date Posted: 04:55:15 05/30/02 Thu
Author: sp99
Author Host/IP: pool-63.53.132.148.nwrk.grid.net / 63.53.132.148
Subject: Whoops ~ lol
In reply to: sp99 's message, "re: Deep As One II ~blushing I forgot....." on 04:52:06 05/30/02 Thu

DEEP AS ONE II

Go deeply as deep
Or is that getting too hard?
To build a house called poetry
My life is in foundation shards.
But are we, including me
Scared of the deep?
With truth that seeps
Though one may not always agree.

Yet, I've always loved a plane fly
Back and forth across Atlantic Ocean
Flawlessly as a third law of motion
Winging through clouds and skies
Of love easy, love deep is naturel
Yet I so distrust now of stranger's spell
Present love is dry as an untapped well
For the lack of drilling tools, I dry~ish weep.
Seared yet willing for hopes to greet
Far reaching visions, of earth and stars
As a Venus looks upon Mars,
Wondering how twain will meet
Intermingling.
With barely a farthing or shilling,
Should I be scared like a desperate rat?
Or hit a home run with a NY-Yankee bat
For self-faith sailing over a fence of fulfilling.

Despite
"No one knows you,
When your down and out..."
I'm so tired of this so-called rule
Not inspiring to promote desires to lose pout.
Since these overalls be so wanting to jump and shout
Dancing those low down blues going all the way out.
If you think some-how you might be going to know me
Is it not better starting at the worst before best?
My worst is better still than some of bests in all
Though at times, I'm worst than even the so-called.
However, still believe I in the of good of I & I
When you and myself do not wear a blinding hood
Not even of Robin .... or is that robbing?

Teaching me of mine,
What I am and what I could
So I may pass it on
And on, for a joyous world.
Pray never to let it go
Salvations of true humour
And more so than just ecclesiastic rumours
That eternality is always, RIGHT NOW.
Extremely deep bone weary of shrill
That as in fear or distrust turning into hate
Ending up blindly so wanting to kill
Just anyone, or even friends or a mate.
Cannot we just stop?
Will we ever let ourselves see
We're over seeded by gunfire
With the wonder we are losing
Building concrete bunkers
Of fields, mountains and seas.
How do we stop
Without each other�s help?
Are not you tired as well?
Unless one enjoys playing reality Chess
As if we're pawns,
With removable souls to sell

This U.S.A. was not build on secret trials
Being told we are automatic traitors
If of these trials we voters do not support
Of this, grim-faced Ashecroft shadows
A third of another un-golden Bush
Throwing my fear into a wagon train's host
Mystically surrounded by surreal evil,
Uneasy stirs thoughts of covert that worry me most
As some hide behind elections to secretly cavort
Counting many favors for a top Count
In a Court, where his grace Dracula converts.
Yea, terrorists may need special weapons
As in 'tooth to tooth' as truth will forsooth
But not this to hide or disguise secrets evil
From both sides stressing a cause of a third
When one as I, so far
Not able to approach Lady Justice
Always hoping this sear "soon come" *
In our so-called public legal courts
Unable to find to afford the right lawyers
When free of friendly advice, can ever cost.

Already bearing much hidden taxation
As without a ring of phone
Quietly put upon it, translated to us
Who have the least.
Or in the F.C.C.A tax of a beast's pus
I've still not figured out why paying as much
As someone making over seventy thous....
When honestly kills again and again,
Because of now and when once
Inflicted with taxes without representation
It caused a hell of a bang up revolution
Historic three hundred years of more ago.
Now it does and did feel
That we need one more, does it not?
Just one to sharpen our brain-matter
And souls, instead of physical in gunfire.
Shall we beseech the worth of Patriots in 1776?
Spirits as hard to hold down, as pigs greased
Instead of our present elected High Priests
Espying us as hog-tied down, run through
As Native Americans in-the-way skewers
After cutting our hides, envisioning us
As sewn pig's ears .. used as money purses.

� SuSanne &*_*&
9.3.02 w/27.5.02 rewrite
SMB.Powell~All rights reserved

*~"Motherless Child" Old time blues song
sung by greats as Bessie Smith, Billy Holiday
and still Odetta and etc.!!!

Definitions of covert: adjective: secret or hidden;
not openly practiced or engaged in or shown or avowed

Definitions of cavort: verb: play boisterously

Definitions of convert: noun: one who has been converted
to another religious or political belief

I & I ~*a term from with Rastafarians beliefs That this means either just oneself only
Or oneself and ALL within the world.

Thanks be to Vin Scelsa [Sat. nights] of WFUV.org, etc. asking his radio
listeners if we were tired of all this worldly strife?
This poem is one of my answers. Sp99&*_*&

>Would be .. a rewrite and then the next major work I
>do on this piece is some trimming and change the little
>Indians into Polictians [sp?] diguising
>themselves as Indians
>to cast the Native Americans into a bad light???
>Under your comment is the present revise...hehe.
>When I get this machine behaving better, I'll be back
>more often....after all, we are poetic friends, yes?'-p
>Thanks for reading!!!
>sp99
>
>>Wow SuSanne, this was coolo !!
>>
>>Well, if you were a bird, this was a complete
>>description of each and every feather, hehe :). I
>>liked some of the begining stuff, I thought the
>>be3ginning stuff made me feel naked, and that idiom of
>>the vaporous all seeing well was just a little too
>>much, well it was ok actually, but heavy duty. I
>>think the poem had a haunting quality to it actually,
>>and a searing, well you did mention that, which
>>attempted to seep in closer and closer, which of
>>course I like. It had a radiance Su. The facts and
>>everthing that you allude to just cloak or camaflouge
>>the fact. Somehow the meanings were attached to the
>>fact you used, like little indians hiding behind trees
>>and movingin closer and closer, hehe :) well at any
>>rate it was warm and sensual, well I thought so. You
>>have to come here more and stop gong to those other
>>poetry boards, hehe. Just kidding, love ya, al

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