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The Change In The Change(s)

At Night I Dream of Vampires Who Have No Bad Intentions

Human History is Pockmarked With Tragedy

EXPECT COMPLICATIONS

A New Clear



What Exactly Comes Next?

Unseen, The Lilacs And The Daffodils

morning thoughts (begin again)

Encounter Before Dawn

Somtimes in Surrender

The Cruel In The World (Blue Bag Metaphor)

Shedding Your Skin

On the Wings Of A Bird

My Heart Knows Him Still ( For TLP)

NEEDING /KNEADING MORE (sometimes)

WHAT WILL YOU THINK GENTLE READER, AFTER YOU'VE FINISHED READING THIS?...We Are All Star Children

Not My Season

Belle Du Jovan

The Hope Of All These Things Which Would Never Come In a Box

The Best Revenge (For All Your Critic's Critiques)

The Birds Are Such Un-numbering Creatures of Distant Hitchcockian Past

A Man Of The Clouds

Sometimes In Losing I Have Gained A Lot

Informed Through Pain

Shrine

Silver-Tongued Devil

I Will Return

TONIGHT

Expect Yourself

When My Blues Are Gone

The Factory of Resentments

They Grew (A Poem From The Imaginarium)

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the earth is our mother



the earth
is the only Mother
we must take care of her
it is the Indian way
it needs to be our way

as our response to failed political policy
as our response to the idiocy of failed leadership
as a direct resonse to the greed of corporations

we all must unite
despite the odds that face us
we are more than the sum of them
in number
in unusual persistence
we shall overcome
to save our Mother

we must

for if we do not now
it is us
who will be extinguished






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