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.