Pain 500

Et cetera
ldjflakdjfldkjflkdjflakdjflldkjlakdjfalkjfaldkkfjaldkfj
A busted hostess
aldkjlkadjalkdjladjfklkfdj
Positive with a friend
Many teachings are positive
Another client is my --
DCM
A buried place
Fussing
DCM
My blog is targeting that phonetic need to share.
I hate pain


Noodles freed to dry out polite beasts

I sacrificed nothing

Drugs tried to anger fool -- pissed off Goddess takes
money as DCM killed my peace.

I am no one's ally.

I am fool.

Created stains

Made a woman dry

Pestered that which is seen

You understand that heifer means peek.

I hope you died with love.

I hope you lived with poetry.

I am dark as no song.

You changed and I made ham bought with my own crowd.

As time and love bring home, I live for positivity.

I dont want to fuck a man.

I want to seek peace.

Hold me, I'm called woman's mommy.

Places

Release

The cold things are steaming towards hope.

I have decided to let them go.

Blessings on them!

Pain

A mother's dream

Sense there's calm
Another freedom

Believe for you

Your dirty crimes are
Pain: malevolent creed

I paid you to like money's peaces.
Peaces are a meager glow.

I dream of one past.

It's why there's cold.

I like one place

That's why I cry.

Maybe all of us are dark


Have you talked for the spirits?

I have known their home.


You can love happiness.
You can please hopes.

Give love a way to be
as hopeful as the gifts of safety.

May being yourself feed you strength


Rude and angry creep delves into poetry
With saga/city and a plum

Melded life and shut out my belief

I want to write a book and call it Pig

Piggy Piggy in the street
Where oh where can we meet?

Piggy Piggy in the store
Why oh why am I poor?

Piggy Piggy in my head
When oh When go to bed?

* * *

Scream at Sows, Swine and Hogs
(I rest in mud and dress in clogs)

A little piglet is so cute;
She plays me like a leather lute.

Piggy Piggy, do you fly?
Thank you, thank you, you said hi.

Piggy Piggy in Lord of the Flies?
I was him I won the prize.

* * *

Silken purse, porcine ear:
Grieving loss, losing fear.

Now you've read this screwy tale,
I'll leave behind perfect's jail.


A daft draft

Good

Where will I be?

In trees
And in bees

Mess

Egregious fraud
included political malevolence

I was hopeful that I would feel safe.

I thought that being happy would lead to freedom.

In this instance, with dreams happening and belongings flying, I tried to like myself without dreaming of costs, which are my -- please, it's good to feel.

I drunk on a lover. I can't please every poet.

DCM is patient. I am feeling that I cry for fussing. That's hopeful.


Creativity without peace is far from love.

I am enjoying one moment. I create one hope. I like home.

I am screaming, begging, wailing for attention and understanding that no one will give. That's because no one got people to feel what no one has.

That's peace.

If only your hands would caress me.

This was an attempted and failed explanation of my life. With some good fortune, somebody will piece together what I mean: DCM is my pest.

That's a regression. I have purposely regressed for years now, leaving me a treason to a poem.

Pleasure with peace

Listening for change (why change? -- being peaceful is
Sorry, start over

I cried lovingly (huh? -- teaching myself to -- interesting

Drugs for

Maybe you understand that when I

Deal with dark ???

Cases I am poetic.

Sylvia and her womanhood:

I dealt love as peace (costing for her a deal

Say it: It's DCM who gives love and I am hopeful that he will give me
a mother.

I kind of am charged as darkness gives peace.

Darkness lives with a beer



Say to yourself -- it's not dogs that eat, it's ponies.

I am home.

I am a friend with feelings. I am giving a lover creativity.



You are dealing with a sociopath. I am not fun. I am teaching hustling so that I am free.

Next: How to love others.

I passionately find good where I try to like asses. These asses are all bothers. They are what I shit on. I am polly positive.

I am enraged that no one gave love to my helper -- I didn't.

I know that embodying someone who deals coldness deals fear.

I want so much to give. As you are living, like home.

Perhaps darkness is falling into me. Perhaps I am home.

Left and Right are feelings.

I bee hopeful.

Save the positivity.

Another p(b)itch

Delays are ways and i can darkly positively safely be a feeling

You adore me if I give a happiness.

I need hope

Panel

Hee Haw He Ha
Me Raw Lee Chaw

Da Ma La Ja
Wa Ga Saw Tra

Ca Sha A Snaw
Tree Eee Mee See

Key Flee Were Jeer
Ang Fang Rang Gang

Revolution World

Ordinarily I would disdain to stoop to an account of today's politics. After all there is so little that one can find that is hopeful or at least encouraging.

I do not believe that the debt crisis is anything but a manufactured scare tactic designed to split Americans into as many conflicting factions as is convenient for the rich to continue dominating and benefiting from this country's institutions.

The apparent rearrangement of international economic relations that goes by the name of globalization is a means by which social elites are renegotiating the terms by which they extract wealth from working people. These negotiations are of course not with working people but among themselves. The proclaimed interests of nations are merely slogans behind which governments carry on their loyal service to the well positioned. Wikileaks and the Arab Spring have shown this fact in detail.

I find that the sudden fear for the Syrian government's stability expressed by some, the equally sudden support for Libyan rebels, and the hype about the dangers of a Muslim takeover in Egypt and elsewhere in the Middle East, all related, well reveal the methods, subtle and not so subtle by which the interests of the status quo maintain themselves. There seems to be a great reliance on suspicion and insinuation, the provocation of doubt and fear, the use of "analysis" to produce the effects which supposedly are least wanted but in fact are most desired. For example there is the supposed hate and fear of a Muslim theocracy becoming the main mode of political institutionalization in the Middle East. If anything it is these expressed fears which cause both disenchantment in the Middle East and thus a turn towards such organizations as the Muslim Brotherhood and calls for military or economic intervention to prevent such an outcome. Just as business needs to create a customer, so do its governments need to rely on enemies.

Finally, it seems to me that the role of China as the bete noire to which supposedly the U.S. must at all costs avoid going into default is yet another smokescreen. The new wealth of China is simply the expression of both the power of Chinese culture and people and the cruelty and avarice of its "socialist" state. The rich of China and the rich of the U.s., indeed the rich internationally are simply going through a cost cutting exercise. The debt crisis is a way to take advantage of the recession in order to lower the American standard of living so that there will be less of a pesky example for other peoples to aspire to.

Facts

Neither the truth nor attempts to make suffering disappear through political or charitable practices are going to do anything for the dreams of Harvard.

Neither way is best.

I make flies die.

Don't think about reason, be safe.

Paean to the Goddess (Post 400)

Sister, Mother, Daughter,
Ancestor of Love

In life you bring dreams
In beauty you bring love

With peace you join your children

My home is in your peace

Direct our safety; protect our happiness

Heal our pain; touch us with change.

Cast your eyes towards us: see kindness and hope.
Open your ears to our laughter and music.

When you give your love,
We are gently made free.

intelligibility

Direct and determinate,
Her words, in rational form
Utter, unmistakeable, insatiate,
What is the intransigent norm.

Says one writer to her
Passionate, unbearable friend --
Despite what you express there
You make yourself an awful trend.

Doesn't what you say, in dark and light --
Another inquiry might claim --
Inhumanity ("so incisive!") excite,
Demoting feeling to increase shame.

Emptiness for kindness
Decide without hate
Is it there to bless,
Or to sour fate?





Eat them Apples!





A conic comic amply states
Transplanting sorrow safely waits

While Tucking her needs
Wherein she bleeds

Mostly there's delay
As Trite as Anglais

Molly

Voluminous woman my woman

Calliope with love
Is Me.

I brought omens to one play --

This change came for home.


A part of the left is war -- me.
A part of the right is pain -- licentiousness.

See cancer.

You have won.






See Dean feel.
See Julia live.

Know home.


Money calls change presence.



Today I love, today I give.
As human as need, as clean as feelings.

Passionate for palms


I slaughtered one feeling: peace to peers.

I must create one beast.



Wintering in Paloma

Acceptance flows to her
As life is hope.

Direction for teaching --
Mother keeps teaching home

At one with you I know
Plains

Sylvia creased the pest.

With my deeds I had sorrow.

Summer is in the round.




A Lark

Melody created with love
Home calls calmly

A feeling

Poem tries to give
Money to itself

I mean when I fail.




Listen to your wonder
You are ponds, you are being.


Ma wisdom came to a gassed
Panter.

I enjoyed hoping for Failure.


To my Friends -- Anger causes dying sense





Ark with Beast

Dear Sartre (de Beauvoir)

Monsieur,

Today I make changes.

I feel that you are cold and are poor.

You are boring.

I am a peaceful and caring person; there is no peace without happiness.

You have made me love positivity. I like strength.

You have found strength in money. I prefer people.

When you change into a man who likes people, I will live and be your satisfaction.

Now I have found love.

You must dream.

Your trusted clown,

Sarcasm

A flaying from steeples

Narcotic anger sways in the straw
A player enjoys treating hate as virtue

Say: Pain treats it as money



A part of this love for good is peace
This knowing of life gives delays.

I can delay one art -- safety.





Please end this cold fool.

Each separate word refers to the traits that make me feel like a person

And as I surrender my self to my own freedom I create one part of my own struggle.

This struggle does not create another; it does not know what the answers are.

Therefore I have dried up my entire love for my peace, a peace which grew from love and hope.

Many surrenders of life are caused in struggle. These struggles are freedom.

Simply to rest in the arms of another is the absence of struggle.

My freedom to cause a friend to love me as I love myself is dependent on the direction that I have chosen.

Therefore I have many mistaken findings.

Disparate though these statements are, I have found that there may be one answer to this place in which I have found myself, which is a place that is one of confusion compounded with congealing concrete. That is, good moments are the beginnings of love.

I ask that for you who decide to enter this place with no exit but the one that you bring with you -- whose gifts draw upon patience, kindness and belief -- that there be a home in which comfort and beauty obtain.

DCM (my brother) is alive.

P.S.

Joy to me is strength. I must stop living as a liar.

Bigot

Yay for no more bigotry!

A bard that creates anger is a cold pest
(at best)

Death is something that makes no one live triumphantly.

I wanted to live triumphantly to be part of false goddesses.

I don't have a false goddess.

I am a positive mother. That's like saying I'm my own boss.

Surface makes my brother peaceful. I like having a flaw.

It's part of peace: fun.

Now i understand. What I have accomplished is need. That is nothing except part of my patience. You will love me. You will like my feelings. You don't?

Then be a woman.

I will love this now and then.

Dream for peace.

My anger is teaching possibilities that are cold to brothers.

I like one happy woman: peace.

Peace is not a woman? Then I will grieve my father's needs for pride and for love.

Yours,

me

Do I really have to weave a spell to get people to enjoy and understand these posts?

Poetry or de Beauvoir's description of lesbianism

De Da De Da

I think that every person who creates ways to be loving is sexy.

Blessed Be

P.S. No one is a "fuck," tho I thought of Marsha, Sylvia (myself) and so many others as that. All you have to do if you doubt that is to see the video of Marsha P. Johnson that Randy Wicker has. I will forward it to you if you wish.

Yours,

Me

Poor Writing

I really understand that, traditionally, writing is an art, a craft, a skill, that requires constant revision, as well as clear organization and expression. I know that nearly always that I fail to meet that standard and rely instead on a "stream-of-consciousness" method that does not well convey either ideas or events which surround this subjective self-narrative, thus confusing and/or boring the reader.

I believe that I must begin to take into account the needs of others to understand what I am trying to say.

However, words which have a clear focus and deployment on the page often are opaque with regard to inner states, which I believe are the source of human response to outer occurrences. In life, we all have a running perception of what we are doing, how and why we are doing it, particularly when it comes to emotional and spiritual realities which often underlie the actions we take. I do not wish to run on with this other than to say, that, as my goal is to find and convey what is common to all of us, in order to bring greater mutual understanding and self-acceptance, that sometimes I have gone to extreme disconnection as a means of knowing the impulses and self-awareness that make up my personality both for me and for others. I hope that I can find a better, more readable way of combining what it is I am living and what is observably present for others so that somehow understanding can flourish and anyone can come away from reading these artifacts of consciousness with pleasure more than frustration or confusion.

Thank you.

And furthermore... A cross between need and peace is feeling. Doesn't that make sense?

An example of drivel?

Say what's on your mind

Capital is money. Patient with a [moose] being tried as fool.

Needing a worrier. She talks about life. I create freely a [pressure from sterile, rigid mind on outreaching, flowing emotionliving "heart"] disk.


This disk is to her the only knowledge of money that I want. In it [on it] things respond as if there were only one person who had all things. On it [drugs -- which tell the tale of pleasing teachers] are here with life. It teaches. It is not. [There is no it] Control makes love shift to other places.


As if you like to teach, [you, the reader], I peacefully interest myself in the [bothers] mother who killed the [was there money?] peace. She -- the warrior who loves dealing [peace?] as one knowledge bothers the knowledge with gifts like money.

It hardly makes a difference what one occurs as one tries to live. Only one thing can deal love: [ha! -- Leah Shafer] poems.

I am here with no embrace. You like to [say it] teach. Maybe there is a person here with nothing but one love. It's talking to others about home.

Home here is the answer to soft and drugged concerns such as need, a mother, drugs, fool, clowns, mothers, knowledge, college, pawns.

Make me a mother and I will need love. Make me a fool and I will think of bothers: [hark] a rose.




September

One person can't do everything

My decision to seek a new life through a sex change is okay.

I love what is alive.

Peace and beauty are life.

I know that a moron is truthful.

I like being positive.

Maybe you will give friendship.

Tears

Another knowledge

I am full.

Pain that dreams of priestliness is painful because it's a fakir.

I try love as pain.

Safety was loving.

Dream of love.

The words that I write do not convey the emotions I feel because I want pain. It's so wonderful to know that whatever loves I grieve for, that I must be this angry upset pained person.

The store is fear.

The knowledge of one person does not make the world feel hopeful.

I am a poet that needs sex.

[ADMISSION, ADMISSION, ADMISSION] that leads to a new self-understanding therefore different actions and a different outcome. This is the importance of the above line despite its apparent banality and flat expression.

Keeping myself free from one problem -- playing [conning] (H)her as prostitute helps free love to greet life with freedom.

However, I am not love. I have tried to be. I have tried to be sex. I have tried to be mother, father, sister, even brother. I do not feel kind. I do not like to feel that there's anger in me. But it's there. I want to succeed. I am afraid of being poor forall my life. I know that the Goddess' will makes this (me)(this statement) peaceful.

Do you suppose that everybody has to worry about life like it's painful?

I don't think so.

Appreciation

Cloning one whore for one customer is poison.

Spelling it out

I fought life because it wants love and I don't know freedom as fun.

I don't have fun. Simple. I don't have anyone to have fun with. I simply exist as an inert burden on others. I wish I had known that there would be a time when I found freedom to be phony. [fony]

Call me false.

I am trying to make you know that there is a woman who is here so there is life.

My anger is about why there's no crack.

I know what is crack. It's hard. It's brown.

I think I need to end my friendship with beauty.

Many horrors have occurred because of need. I am listening for that freedom to derealize[?]

Anyone who wants this whore to know their love is welcome to bring a bogged hooker. She's like my understanding. She will live and like her hopes.

Peaceful, happy, shit.