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more poetry
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I strive after beauty
my love of beauty makes truth
and that is the only truth-
the story of my struggle
a dream about the search for a dream-
that I or others
can even reckon
there is nothing else
but the dream
that is my dream
The Dream
I sailed across a crystal blue lake,
still and pristine on a moonlit night
one with the water and the sky.
Then, when land was no longer in sight
encountered another dreaming sailor
He, lost for words
and surprised to find me in his dream
just drifted by
The Jungle
The neverending shrubbery
in the midst of the
fiery darkness
then
yet more darkness
and
shrubbery.
Driving drunk at 2 am
"What is truth?" said jesting Pilate
but just as he couldn't wait for an answer
I cannot wait to ponder
as I carry my car over a field
Indio, Calif.
Lying on scorched desert sand
I see an angel fly down from the sadistic sun
her hair burns crimson fire
and her eyes sparkle like lightning
my skin melts into hers
like a river flowing into the sea
She extinguishes my last burning cinders
with her saliva
Happiness
Drugs are the new religion
the greener grass
that is never found
They dim the inner light;
the adventure
that life itself
was meant to be
The industrial machine stopped
stood up
and ordered all the humans to carry it
from now on
on its journey to nowhere
The
sun rises
like a tree
It gives power
to all things
And it shines
as it rises
like
a tree
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