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Hell, Hell and Again:

To hell with hell
It can’t be any worse,
Than my next new poem
Than this next new verse.
To hell with hell
I have heard them say,
You can’t touch me
I’m like a sunny day.
To hell with hell
There’s water all around,
If I’m ever sent to hell
There’s always water underground
To hell with hell
Hell stand up and face me,
But then hell just might
Take a pen and erase me.
To hell with hell
I’m big, bad and bold,
It’s going to take a fight
For all hell to take hold.
To hell with hell
Even after I’m gone,
When all of my children
Still will sing my love song.
To hell with hell
To this I don’t worry,
For I have a friend
Her name is snow flurry.
And even if hell
It’s just for a while,
The heat will be off,
This love, hell’s snow child.

Always Fooled, Always Myself:

I am my own torturer.
The pain is my payment
On the bills of my pleasures.
The damned laugh forever
Knowing there’s no escape,
We all make our own prisons
And bake all our own cakes.
There is free delivery,
No tip is required,
And the words spoken
Came from lips of the liars.
Although I had sense
But always short of a dollar,
The laundry could never
Get the ring off my collar.
And the odds are in life,
Of recouping your losses,
Are like trees in the forrest,
All cut to make crosses.
And never buy a car,
And never buy a casket,
Just deliver all the bread
And always keep the basket.

Life's Children:

Life is my mistress
But suffering is my wife.
I have spawned two sons
They are Victory and Defeat.
Each of them has two daughters.
Victory’s daughters are Destiny and Desire,
Defeat has daughters, Misery and Despair.
Destiny and Desire each have two sons.
Sons of Destiny are Wisdom and Knowledge,
Sons of Desire are Passion and Courage.
Misery has sons Sorrow and Pain,
Despair has sons Anguish and Heartbreak.
Each of them has two daughters.
Sorrow has daughters Broken Dreams and Broken Promises,
Pain has daughters Torture and Insanity.
Daughters of Anguish are Alcohol and Drugs,
Daughters of heartbreak are Lust and Greed.
Yes, they all meet at my house daily.
What is my house, my house is called,
The World…

Fire Petals:

May the petals of the Lotus Blossom Tree,
Shower your dreams with great ecstasy.
May the showers of the Spring time,
Water your knowledge and cultivate you’re being.
Yesterday is gone, it will never come back,
So gather wood now and build you a shack.
A well lighted fire is a signal to all,
I’m buried right here so come back in the Fall.
Burning flowers, sweet ashes of rose,
Long live the writers of nonsense and prose.

Seeds of Mine:

I’m just a timeless river, I travel to here and there,
Always on the look-out, and telling others beware.
I was given this job, by whom I don’t know,
Some days I have a shovel, some days there’s just a hoe.
And all throughout the world, many seeds that I do sow,
Some will hunger, some will pain,
But some will rise to live again.

Times-Signs:

Just a sign of the times
I heard someone say,
That people are turning
Much early to gray.
The colors are forming
A message to send
Is this the beginning
Or getting close to the end
Colors that once
Were bright and did shine,
Are now buried down deep
Like coal in a mine.
Life’s like a circus
And you are the clown,
It’s all up to you
It’s all there to be found.
So color life brightly
This stage is for you,
It really does matter
The things that you do.

Strange-ness:

What a strange course,
That I have plotted,
Smiled to some
To others just nodded.
Has it been me,
Or always been them,
Are we all rocks,
Or just un-polished gems.
We all have a key,
All doors we can open,
We all are just travelers,
Like subway bus tokens.
Our life is spent,
Just living and learning,
And into the sun,
We all just love burning.
Our lives and our jobs,
Are all twisting and turning,
Like the end of an act,
Do the people wait yearning.
We all are the same,
In all that we do,
I do it for me,
And sometimes for you.

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