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You're welcome although no thank you is necessary, we are a team and it took team work to resolve it. :)

Hmmm, about those dollhouses..

Wait till Christmas and you can have BOTH.....

he he....bring it on.

Good Morning everyone,
time to rise and shine
and make good rhyme!
Sam will be around with Coffee and Donuts and tunes soon.

Please don't touch my eyes in this place with those images
Of the dark space.

This is for poems, and ideas

That is what I am seeing
I know, I know, and It hurts
You do not want my rebuke
But I simply seek the neutral zone
Just stop it, else, I will spill my serious anger
Upon you
You don't want that, I promise.
Before God, learn the lesson, of the root.
I am of short temper, and I am not unschooled.
My boy, has friends, sacrificed for all of us.
I do not need this, understand.
I hate spelling it out to you, but you simply require
Honesty!

Go post pictures of dead and dying troops in some other place.

You will not understand my comments, but others will.
I mean you no personal insult.
If you do contine, then I will never come here again

Never.

So there it is the secret of ridding me from this Poet place.
Nothing to it.
You simply have to be a lover of death and it's sights, in order to be rid of me.

only ten blocks away
buildings burned - perhaps burning now
the august night broken by sniper fire
police men bleeding in the streets
a sniper surrenders (perhaps out of ammunition)
Gun Jammed?
someone sed he was framed in a doorway
like a picture - his hands in the air
when they shot him -

only ten blocks away
from my quiet apartment
with its green ceramic buddhas
& science fiction books
unread skin magazines to be cut up
for collages

only ten blocks away
from my total helplessness
from my boredom enforced by the state
they are looting stores
trying to get televisions
so they can watch the riots
on the 11 pm news

the national guard jeeps patrol
the streets again
the army-green trucks with the
giant white star on the side
moving in the summer lightning

i cd tell you partly
why it happened
but you wouldnt believe me

like in Milwaukee
during a reading
just after i said
"this is a paranoid poem - written when i was
experimenting with paranoid states of consciousness,
but im not there anymore"
& a young girl sat writing
"shows paranoid symptoms"
probably for her psychology class
not hearing me at all

i cld try to tell you
about the hopeless despair
ingrained in ghetto walls
& police brutality or police stupidity
or police reality is more than just words
to define situation
by students looking for a cause.
the situations exist & continue
quietly in the dark while the
protest goes on in daylight -
both unheard.

Really
the police try to protect
the banks - and everything else
is secondary

during the riots
i watched the news
& didnt pick sides for a change

i just sat wondering about all
the living room revolutionaries
safe in the suburbs
who cheered everytime someone
was shot or a building went up
in smoke

ten blocks away
it was real
thousands of tourists
arrived