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Biofeedback
Humans control the open windows of thought. Insight gives prestige. Money persuades the population. Controllers envision the months. Calendars equal the whole perpetuation. The projects of bio-control. Still-increasing people supposedly are unruly, The objects of bio-control.
This might be trite
This might be trite, But, (And how!) Is your voice A violin's bow on me. Few tho they are, Far tho you be, Your gentle words harmonize the chords in me. Choice sounds from fingered strings Soothe as well as sing And accord with what is true. I love to be played by you. (Because) Music is made by two.
Like the magi of old
Like the magi of old They trudged thru the snow Seeking the sayer of signs But when they came near To a house in the clear A voice could be heard from behind Gentlemen, it said, You soon will be dead What here are you hoping to find And the voice like the wind As fragile as tin Shattered their stillness of mind One to another They looked on their brother Pilgrims stopped on the way Before one could say Now here we must pray Heaven's hollow swallowed the sky This is the story Of man's pitiful journey His sorrowful search for a why A this for a that A peg for his hat All reaching, all reason, awry So smile while you can And hold out your hand The empty will soon overflow The high will fall low The sharp will turm dull Those who argue don't know
Reveille sounded before the dawn
Reveille sounded before the dawn They lined them up in rows With pointed guns behind their backs They trudged thru bitter snows To the work stations Or collective farms To earn their watered gruel Man is a wolf to his fellow man But are even dogs this cruel In Moscow The Commissar Dines on tea and Asian sturgeon And knives the meat with steady hands He is an able surgeon While two more men in Gulag Five Drop dead from deprivation The poet was a communist The captain decorated Tonight they share a common grave For crimes that were never stated But a slander Or a wayward word Convicts you for high treason The Minister of ideology Doesn't hand out reasons Not long ago In days gone by They carried the party banner And passed out leaflets on the street To every passing stranger To warn the common working man Of the present danger In fifty-six the tanks rolled in To crush the Magyar youth Who joined ranks with old factory hands To state a higher truth With Kalashnikovs And hand grenades They kept them all in line But the curtain fell on iron rule At last in eighty-nine But sadly As winter nears The unemployment swells Dreams of fortune spin the capital The borders live in hell When will man at last be free History will not tell.
Be Without Fear
Be without fear Draw from the near Work without art Speak from the heart Quiet your ear Sound becomes clear Quiet your eye Blue is the sky Peace is the truth Truth is the peace Mind is at ease Do as you please Each girl and boy Life is a toy Be like the stars Free from all cares Life is most dear Father is near Be without art Live from the heart.
Time
The Created And Creating Creation How Anxious Decades Ever Anxiously Make Centuries
An Atheist at Prayer
daffodils embark upward the leaves unsure blue jays mock the words eternal and winter from our balcony i tremble behind a screen door
for an unknown central-hower high student
ONE: DESTROY THE RECOLLECTIONS, STUDY. TWO: HE, A SINGLE, ASKS THEM TO LOVE. THREE: AND EVEN SHEEP CAN, AT NOTICING LITTLE BELLS. FOUR: HUNDRED MILLION THE STARS, WHAT IS ESSENTIAL, LIKE MORNING. FIVE: BITE DOWN, WHAT WITHOUT WHAT HE IS, INVISIBLE TO THE EYE.
Re-member-ing
The sun shines blue On God's green earth Round and around The tremulous girth Thieves abound for All they're worth The sun shines blue On God's green earth for Man was born both wicked and wise If you have ears then Guard your eyes but If you have eyes then Guard your soul Center your Self and Gain Control for Man was born Both good and kind but Too much logic Alters the mind while Too much mind Alters the Work "Why are you here?" "I was brought by the stork."
Love goes
Love goes, Earth goes, Can this be? Our relationships should be trusting. Without it, a man is deluded by Don't! Many. Be to us love. Finding fault effected their actions. A little bit of aura never loses. Most euphoric to be freed. Hard control: the different laws that happen always follow. Thousands the qualities, How everything happens, the man, it, individuality. Who knows from the nature, vibrations, looks a long way. All actions are on yourself. Evil!
i had a stoic dream last night
I had a stoic dream last night. I was polishing a square oak table. It was flawless. Then I realized that I wasn't things on a table. I was the table.
Same Old World
CHAOS RESULTING feel called Nature by futile composed had existence been bed is an in the . . . ALL ASSUME PREPARE SUCCEED SCIENTIST UTOPIA ONESELF.
The False
The false the counterfeit the fake is crushed The genuine ready-by diamond.
Genius Abused
Genius abused privately mercy behind the hell indiscriminate nothing somewhat approaching the divine.
How Many Times
How many times must you change the did Ready or not Until is found the world is rid- den once past three The old oak tree A chance to be the hid- den laughs Out Loud But not outlawed From the garden mist If only as you don't the must- y thin tight lips And at last not swallow their crust- y slice of hate For those who wait- ing quietly are sky Born lights Up Down Encircling 'round Nothing at all.