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settle down
sit right up
standing tall
7 up

there are times
there is now
there is yesterday
there are times of snow
snow white
out of sight
eating the curds they say

hey what is there
what can I do
out of my mind
because
the wars are on
criminals reign
jesus hides out
seen him in the game

the solution
do not kill
not to be done
living in love
raising us some

pumpkin peaches pears and pie
all for killing
holler eye

peace is best
let us be blessed

radicalize
don't resist
you will be assimilated
Captain Kirk
beam me up
coconut
a seed that keeps me alive
almost dead
living life
so full of dread
a time to live
a time to die
times for hope
touchdown in sight
left and right
march
breath
tender for now
seen with smile
mile for mile
endless
friendless
on my own
without fear
with a tear
in a world of evil
common sense
evil Kinevil
better
say it in a letter

I was a kid
and cherries are fine
I picked and picked
and earned a dime
kind is the soul I left behind
lost to war
sensors soar
pleasantly seeking
a home on the range
with deer and elephants
lions and lambs
cranberry soup
stuck in a loop
up and down
all around
the chicken is tame
off with its heard
it is him to blame
chicken little
the sky is falling
now chicken soup
with noodles
tame and dinner
who is the winner
steam and dream
everlasting peace
quite up that here mountain
above the wind
glacier Lillys grow
mowing the lawn
praying for rain
my brain is on a drain
stop in the name of love
before self-destruction is the only answer
destroy and rebuild
evil to the core
never more
time has come
king is risen
loving sea
all to be free
cannabis decision
obliteration
heed or bleed
freedom rings
cannabis is here
housing and lumber
cloths and linens
medicine and food
all from the glory of our father
the one who teaches love
behavior modification
true sensation
of obliteration
stillness
ready for war
I sit quietly
waiting for Babylon to fall
freedom for all
who is to say
medicine is to be denied
destroyed by military gunmen
cry to god
why is this
holiness
destroyed by the will of the masses
evil to others
as we must not do unto them
pray for a friend
family of love
all and all
free fall
floating on a cloud
arms of my god
with the protection of my angel army
sit back
never fail
keep on moving
cloud 9
they are evil all the time
little known

light up the tunnel
i am on my way
freedom calls
for us all now
what will you do
bow down to the rulers
or protest the goodness
demanding evil on both sides
nosedive
subside

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in time
without crime
cannabis was grown
and it was good

what i know
is not much
what i feel
is quite overwhelming at times

sit right back and I will tell a tale:
winter night
feeling fine
no pot at hand
looking for cannabis in all the wrong places
the things we do for drugs
i need an old drug
one that does what it should

pot is not for everyone
everyone needs cannabis
hemp is great
eating and cloth
so much employment

marijuana or pot it is called
has intoxicating effects
i love my thc
THC is for me
CBD not my thing at all

what I need
what I see
what I don' t know
wanting freedom of religion
the rastaman
jahman in the works
I am he
Da Pres
holy at times
demonized at others
follow my path
for self destruction
sensation
obliteration
stop in the name of love

On the brinks of war... people are getting killed and maimed and not just the bad guys.
hand to hand combat with swords would allow for more selection of whose head we want cut off

no war
only faith
faith in the father
cheers for the son
holy spirit in the masses
as we go forward
and glorify those worthy

hand for hand
tusk to tusk
living free
kindness is the name
blindness is the pain
onward bound
even ground

take on the planet
save what is to be
as it is to be
setting the people free
free from ruler demons
and instead
cannabis
the plant that can save the world

to live or not to live
cannabis is freedom
prohibition is those hypocrite leaders which rule unlawfully

sit right back
and I will tell a tale
a tale of a fateful trip
sit back
never attack
goodness
gracious
great times
great signs

I like to be in the place where I am ok
pumpkin peaches pairs and pie
think kind thoughts
even of eye
tear in my I
if I fail in duty
the world could fry
in jesus name we say
let us pray

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Love for life
a must to be
all I am
freedom in my heart
love from my soul
often weak
other times strong
mystery master
the light
don't give up the fight
peaceful Music in the streets
people dancing
trick or treat

I am Saint Lucifer
devil by night
most improved
head demon to Saint of god
a title endured by Saint Teresa
here I am
devil to promise
a promise to god that
that I will do my best
the best I can be
with an edge on life
with the army
but now army of one

It is eye
eye and eye
sandstone
eroding away with the blasts of sandstorms
radiated heat from the sun
sun beams blasting
radio communications
down down down

I love Jerry Lakes.
I love the light
animal lust
from heart to brain
not all days
I am purely insane
belly of laughter
citizen ruled
ruled by those
that don' t love
animal lust in all directions

I hiked into Jerry Lakes
the beautiful place
crazy but fine
living fine
life and laughter
for this family of mine
as my heart heals
free wills
hot wheels
the duke
I am president
gang affiliation
sensations
promotions
gifted by god
the movie reels

I am sick
and seldom gone
loving life
where the birds give me song

songbird
fill my heart
songs of love
soaring with open wings
thermal gusts
fly little bird
whether eagle or grouse
sitting still
breath
think a good thing
and let it permeate heart and soul

Never do I know
of this place
for the final show
wind blow
seeds to sow
live and love
like god above

pure hearted
think kind thoughts
discipline
life without hate
love and hate
only hate is not great
love is majesty
thoughtless yet filling

life
love

it is a goal
baby steps
one after another
out one foot
in with the next
left and right
out of sight
Dynomite

it is time
give up the fight
we can make it right
looking in
without a shout
I wasn't good
but today I am better
looking forward
good moments

rock and roll
be with those you know
flitch
flank
ships sink
razors edge and I sank

up and down
all around
the chicken crossed the road
to pull his pants up
goodness
thoughts
good thoughts

cleanses the soul
heart and soul
body image
pilgrimage

extended fantasy
loving each other
so full of desire
fire for fire
trust

god knows best
free will
even broken angels
Saint Lucifer from fallen angel
love from hate
life for liberty
with justice for all

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Today is a new day with many hopes and dreams unraveling. I AM are you?
forgive but never forget
dynamite
out of sight
the wind blows
no one knows
the troubles I have
nobody knows the sorrow

Lona was beautiful. Then she died and I cried.
Sensations of the past
big blast
ready and willing
up high on the ceiling

I knew her only from the distance and we never spoke
a crush from afar
and she died
I was mad at god
I was mad at me
I went mad when Lona died.
she was so beautiful
and I admired her much
it hurts and exists in my spirit
this pain to lose what I never had

and then came joy
decades pasted and I fell in love
then I discovered the holy love of children
they came into my life
and I discovered the goodness of life
and a love greater than my love of hopelessness and despair

Here I am again
in the circle of life
the cycle of the soul
kind spirit
sometimes I feel like I fallen too far
sometimes I am so glad for the angels that watch over and guide me
it is god
for god is all
and creation is from him
I am creation
made by Him
Him that is all

contaminated soul and heart
seeing the light
but not quite reaching
heavenly wonder
for it is he my father of all
that has given me life and honor
integrity in my heart
not so corruptible

the sensation of life
and there I was at the top of Jacobs ladder
and the angels saw me
and they were beautiful
and I loved them so
and for that I was thrown from heaven
down and down
through the atmosphere
colliding into the earth as the world's biggest meteor
and the dinosaurs did die
and the earth began a new era
the time of man

then it goes on
I was punished even more for my bad ways
I was sent to mars with a wheel barrel and shovel to put my face on mars
for all to remember
the demon hearted one I was
so I dug
and I moved the soil of mars
and I was in fact building my face
on the surface
and it was slow work
then my gramma came to visit me
and she helped me with my project
and that is why my face is there
and not me there

I ran
I cried
I lived
and might die
the solution
is not at hand
we must continue
non violent
love for each other
amongst the differences
people are connected by the innocence of children
become as A CHILD and enter the kingdom of god
true and loving
kindness prevails
and the earth spins

I AM President
Appointed by those above me
The gang
Panther Police
fighting evil with good
non violent
reverse course

Panther Officers
Saw my spirit and the goodness that I had
with a smile and kindness
they new it was me
the blessed
in the spirit of holiness
and the fight
good spirit versus animal flesh
spirits corrupt
spreading vileness to the vulnerable
the zombies
left to die on the streets of our biggest cities
without help
no way out

I was here
then I left

President of goodness
spreading love when in proper order
I am he
sometimes others
time is odd
not quite changing
seems rearranging

the line
draw the line
fishing line
great is the time

I saw the nun. she glowed bright
I opened my eyes wide
and she was the light
the greatest spirit I have ever witnessed on earth
so the story continues

we drove to Montana with dad
there were crosses along the highway
dad told me someone had died where the crosses were
so many dead
like a graveyard highway
the radio played
the BEEGEES sang
after all
life is life
worth living

and she died
Lona died and was so beautiful
I remember when our eyes met
i saw her spirit
and it is her
this nun
the brightest thing
the angel
the life
liberty is justice
and justice for all
I don't know why

Only I know that there are sparks of goodness like fireflies
filling my heart
healing my soul
on the track
AC-DC ways
Highway to hell
to find the stairway to heaven

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As I sit here with a glimmer of peace inside my heart and spirit, I must confess that too often I stress. I stress for this and that and all there is to be done. Loving each other as we are required to do. So much hate permeates society. Kindness can grow as much as the hate and mistrust that has been groomed so well since the beginning of mankind.

Today's humans are different than me. I am man while most of you are humans and reptiles from Mars. Hiliary is head of the reptile people from mars.

There is this AI thing people are so concerned with these days. Replacement of humans with computer brains is at hand. There really is no limit for the growth of humanity to the stars and beyond. Here we will reach out to the others from galaxies far away. Perhaps embryos will travel to far off planets with AI to revive those and give them life when arriving at their new home.

So, apartments next to Walmart is the solution. DishTV microwave foods prescriptions video games... everything needed in life at walking distance. It's our Nation turning socialist. It seems disastrous as homelessness and addiction kills our love for one another.

We need to love as is required for a healthy life. Leaving the military in the early 1990's, I was full of anger and confusion. My alcohol consumption had reached disabling gluttony. I remember my VA Psychiatrist telling me, if nothing else, I need to learn to love.

I want to know what love is
I know you can show me

tempers simmer
summer and winter
hot as hell
frozen to the bones
roaming thunder
fire and brain
set me loose
by fire of a hurricane
ain't got the time
goodness filled pleasure
on and on
the story continues

I have been President for some time. It is a fine job with stress at times. It is my duty to be loving and kind in life and follow the holy spirit residing within me and not so separate. So here I am sometimes holy and other times demon. Loving and anger is a rollercoaster inside my head. Focus on love when it is there and be aware that you are having kind thoughts.

Kind thoughts may come out of bad thoughts but not always. It is better to have a kind thought and nurture it into more kind thoughts. Watching the television is seldom conducive to kind thoughts filled with pure holy spirit love for each other and ALL.

To win this game, it is required that ALL come together and spread love from each other to other. This is done first by demanding cannabis freedoms once and for all at all levels of government laws and legislations. WE will demand religious freedoms for the rastaman all over the globe. It is our definition of freedom to finally bring civil rights to even the cannabis hearted. It is so full of healing and discovery, this cannabis plant. It is like pandoras box as cannabis freedoms pour out of the box into the world against the will of our rulers. Those leaders who deny plant medicine are not leaders instead they are tyrant rulers in which we must obstruct and remove peacefully. A revolution of violence encourages violence in others. It is time. By the way of Jesus, Ghandhi and Martin Luther King we must use a pathway of holy spirit and not engulfed by the demons of violence and destruction.

Here we are in a time of turmoil throughout the world and people crying out for something better but not really having vision of what better is. This idea we can find a better way through violent demonstrations is a fiction. Perhaps the world is ready now for the freedom promised us in America only still to be achieved. ALL have the right to enjoy the gifts of nature throughout the eternal reign of the father who is everywhere is everywhere if there at all. I must confess that of this world I so godly blessed.

It is true that tomorrow is a new day. Pray for each day to let you learn and grow and be wiser and loving for each other.

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I see
what I have done
done for myself and father
some things to be left undone
for now
for the future
it is time
no crime
simple pleasure
in defeat
on the win
temperature cheer
where to go from here
the blizzard of hope
the fragrance of the mountain stream
so much to know
to and fro
jack and jill
lost on the hill
fever
not bill
jill and bill
never to be
while jack and jill
so much the thrill
blaming
taming
future cause of time
time bends
makes amends
circumvent
distant chill
wheel of fortune
cat of nine lives
looking forward to never
never alone
never again
loose in laughter
detriment remains
holy batman
what is that I see
so much suffering
so little guilt
amazing exaltation
heroes of the past
be real
be lost
don't know
but don't know
that you don't know
crimes in the city
hoodlums of the present
mish mash
fight for hash
true essence of a free being
a being
who is loved
and to whom it is concerned
mystery my majesty
thoughts of heaven
resting from hell
emergency forbidden
life long history
in the madness
with gladness
being here and there
almost always awake
without hate
make the grade
transposing into the wetness
tear in my eye
road rash and gravel
dead man tells no tales
afterwards
there is a place
a race
limping alone
never wrong
lost in song
sit still
feel
soft
rock at the roll
dream visions do grow
how I do know
laughter for children
children of kindness
correctness to angel choice
knowing right and wrong
choosing right
when the world is so wrong

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seen
and seldom scene
break loose
take a chance
the joy of a heart of love
desperation is the engilsh way
stay here
lost in there
plentiful desecration
of the joy of an innocent heart

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My great aunt june

PICKING HUCKLEBERRIES AT INDIAN HENRY – 1922

By June Doyle

We usually camped on the bank of Kautz Creek at the head of the Indian Henry Hunting Ground. This was on Mt Tacoma, now named Mt Rainier. I was seven years old, my brother Donald was twelve, sister Virginia four, and brother Frank was three.

During berry season many Indians also camped there. I was always attracted to the handsome horses they had staked out under the huge trees. It was a beautiful spot in the woods with abundant wildlife. Dad and Donald pitched out two tents. One was our sleeping quarters and the other was for extra supplies. Mother always packed some things in a wooden orange crate. After this was emptied, dad submerged it in the creek. A few rocks were put inside to hold it down. This served as mother’s ice chest. Because of the bears, our bacon and ham were hung in a cloth bag from a tree some distance from our camp.

Early in the morning before starting up the trail, we always had a hearty breakfast. It was a fourteen mile hike, round trip. The forest floor was covered with century old moss and fallen pine and fir needles, making the trail feel like a sponge. The walk up was always lots of fun. Often times we paused to watch the mountain goats grazing on Goat Mountain across the canyon. When we reached the beaver dams, we always took a break, usually eating some of the good peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwiches mother had packed in one of our back packs. It was very still and peaceful as we sat on the edge of a pond listening to the humming of the bugs and the singing birds. The beaver were always alert to the fact we were there, as they swam around carrying sticks to their houses. We especially liked the sound of their tails slapping the water as they dove under.

Approaching the berry fields, we discovered the country was more open. It was a big alpine meadow covered with huckleberry bushes. There were many crystal clear springs bubbling up out of the ground. These were our drinking fountains. We picked berries in the same fashion as the Indians by putting a light blanket under a bush and whacking the bush with a stick. The berries fell on the blanket which we picked up and emptied into our containers. The Indians carried their berries in big baskets tied to their horses. Sometimes, dad made a deal with them to carry ours.


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It was very important to start back before dark. When the sun went down, it turned pitch black in a moment’s time in those dense woods. The return trip always seemed so much longer than going up. Many times I wished I was one of the younger ones in our family. A lot of the way, Virginia and Frank were carried by mother and dad. We often saw cougar tracks in our footprints from the trip up. This kept me watching over my shoulder quite regularly.

When we returned to our camp, all dad had to do was cast a line in the creek and we had delicious trout for dinner. Were they ever good fried in butter over a bonfire! After eating, it didn’t take us kids long to fall asleep on our soft and fragrant beds made of pine boughs. The tent flaps were tied open so we could watch the fire flicker in the dark and hear the snap of burning wood. Mother and dad were usually busy getting things in order for the night. With them in sight, we always felt safe and knew everything was alright.

Sadly to say our campsite was later destroyed by a flood on Kautz Creek. Thus, I was unable to show our sons one of my favorite childhood places. However from these trips I learned to hear all the wonderful sounds and smell the delicate scents of the forest. I will never forget them.

The End!!!!

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This is my great aunt june

MT WOW

By June Doyle


I must tell you this story. Of the spur of the moment one morning, we decided to take a hike to Mt. Wow. It was to be a short trip. We told Tom Elliot where we were going and drove to the head of the trail. We hadn’t been to Mt. Wow before so everything was of great interest. Not paying attention to time, we didn’t realize how far we had walked. Darkness was soon upon us. Now, what to do? How do we get back? Nights get very cold in the dense forest. We were not prepared for this. Dad hadn’t even brought flash lights, something he had never done before. My first thought was “will we ever get out of here?” Dad told us to sit down, hold onto each other, and don’t panic.

We knew he would take care of us. He and mother talked a few minutes and decided we should get on our hands and knees, one in front of the other with dad in the lead and mother bringing up the rear. Mother always remained very calm and trusted dad to do the right things. Dad crawled very slowly, feeling his way in the darkness. We had gone some distance when he called out “everybody stop!” He must have been on the edge of a canyon because when he reached out, there was nothing there except space. Slowly we backed up. After regaining our composure, dad found the trail, and we started crawling again.

We knew we were safe just before we reached our car because all at once there was lots of light. Tom, Ben Longmire, and several more men were there carrying lanterns. They were ready to start a search for us. After much rejoicing, Tom and Ben started to lecture dad. Poor dad, as if he didn’t already feel bad enough. I felt sorry for him. He said he would never forgive himself.

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a story by my great aunt June

CAMPING AT TOM ELLIOTS

By June Doyle


Kautz Creek was not the only place we camped on Mt Tacoma, as Mt Rainier was called at the time (1922). Sometimes, we camped at Tom Elliot’s lodge just outside the Nisqually Park entrance. Between the highway and lodge was a row of tent houses. It always upset Tom because we preferred staying in one of these tents instead of the lodge. The tents sat up about three feet off the ground and had wooden floors that had lots of knot holes. Over the top of this was a tent. There was a wood stove for heat and cooking, a couple of beds, a table, and chairs. Also, there was a washstand where we put our buckets of water which were carried from a pump. It was important to keep our drinking water covered because of the little chipmunks that were always scurrying around. Wooden boxes were nailed to support poles and served as cupboards. Nearly every day we took a hike some place, many times to the Nisqually River where we kids spent our time building sand castles while mother and dad fished. Many of our evenings were spent around a big bonfire listening to dad, Tom Elliot, and Ben Longmire plan their bear hunting trip.

Ben was a member of the pioneer Longmire family. The old homestead that was built about 1888 still stands at Longmire Springs. I can still see Ben in his tin pants (so named because they were made of very heavy waterproof fabric) with the legs rolled up even with the top of his boots, a plaid wool shirt, and wide suspenders. He was not a large man but very strong. Ben enjoyed taking us back into the woods to some sulfur and soda springs. There wasn’t any trail but he didn‘t need one. We knew when we were getting near the springs, as you could smell them. Mother said they smelled like rotten eggs. When we arrived, Ben would say “all right you kids get down on your bellies and drink some of the good stuff. It’s good for what ails you.” We did as we were told because we didn’t’ want to hurt his feelings.

A few times when we went to the mountain dad and Don drove up and got the camp set up. Mother, Virginia, Frank, and I followed a few days later by train. We boarded the train in Tacoma. The end of the line was at the small town of Ashford. Dad and Don met us there. This was where we stocked up on food. Not far from Tom’s was a farm where we could buy fresh milk, eggs, and some vegetables.
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One time near the end of our stay, something happened that none of use kids ever let Frank forget. Mother’s supplies were running low. She was down to one cantaloupe, so she cut it into six slices, one for each of us. She placed them on the table and continued cooking dinner. I guess we were all busy and not paying attention to Frank. Pretty quick we heard this little voice say “gee, I had a lot of cantaloupe dis day.” There he stood rubbing his stomach with a big smile on his face and juice running down his chin. Not one bite of melon was left for the rest of us. Since this was one of our favorite foods, I am sure you can imagine the big trouble Frank was in. Needles to say he was a social outcast for the rest of that trip.


In 1941 we went back to Tom‘s for a short visit. Tom hadn’t changed much, still quite a large man with his same bushy mustache, wearing a rather ill fitting coat sweater, baggy pants, and a beat up hat. He always called us “his kids” and showed us much love. No one seemed to know if he had a family as he never talked about anything like that. Tom passed away a few years after this. I have always wished we could have spent more time with him. I don’t know what became of Ben. The mountain has never been the same for me without them.

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this is a story of my Gramps' sister June.

A TRIP TO PARADISE INN
By June Doyle

In the ”twenties,” a trip to Paradise Inn on Mt Tacoma (Rainier) from Tacoma, WA was an all day occasion. At that time the Inn was the only thing there. This was a dress up affair for us, so we wore our Sunday clothes, as they were called. Mother took great pride in her appearance and always dressed in style. I loved how she looked in her corduroy suit. It had polo style pants which were tucked into the top of her boots. The fitted jacket showed off her slim figure, and the perky hat with a bright ribbon trim was perfect for her. Dad always drove the Packard for this trip. It was quite a show car. The exterior was a pretty canary yellow. The upholstery was black leather. The two front seats were what are now named bucket seats. Under the edge of the driver’s seat were two handles. These were cutouts. A cutout opened a part to let the engine exhaust directly to the atmosphere. For extra seating we pulled out two jump seats. These were on pivots just behind the front seats. When not in use they swung around against the side of the car. The big back seat was soft and comfortable.

When we arrived at Longmire Springs Lodge, we got into a line of cars to form a caravan. A pilot care led the way to Paradise. It was a one-way road winding up switch back style. Every few miles there was a pullout spot where we could stop and let the motor cool. When we reached Paradise Valley, it was truly a paradise. By mid-June the alpine fields were covered with blue lupines, trilliums, Indian paint brush, and many more colorful flowers with a background of the majestic mountains towering above.

Our picnic lunch was packed in a group box on the cars running board. Most everyone had what was called a running board carrier. This was a metal carrier that stretched out like an accordion and clamped on the running board, keeping things from falling off. After a day of breathing the good fresh air and enjoying the scenery, we loaded the car and got in line for the return trip. If the weather had turned cold or it rained, Dad and Don put the side curtains on. In case you don’t know what side curtains were, I will try to describe them. They were made of heavy canvas with sections of isinglass shaped like windows. These fit into the open part of the car with each piece having a specific place, thus they had to go together in the right order. They were held in place by large snaps and buckles. When they were all up, a touring care became a sedan. Storing the curtains just right a difficult job. Isinglass is a semi-transparent brittle material made from mica. Thus they had to be folded in the correct place, being careful no folds were in the window parts. The space under the back seat is where they were kept.

With heat coming from the manifold heater and blankets, we were always nice and warm. Listening to Mother and Dad talking and the purr of the motor, it didn’t take long until we were sound asleep. Thus ending another wonderful day.

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fall we flow
waters below
friends and foe
high again
in the end
there is better
and much worse
so you want to lay down and cry
the ocean delivers
like the earth wind and fire
so full of desire
please
I ask
don't kill me now
three steps and miss
having intuition
majesty
so full of damnation
individual terms
worms on a hook
the book
thrown with haste
pepper spray
it is mace i say
burning and churning
cold and hot
in my brain
seems to be rot and snot
stranger beware
i see
I say
I live
vape hay
what is this
the calm moment
the moment of thought
thought intrusion
left and right
mighty moe activate
friendship that honors
feeling the peace
the tease
craft macaroni and cheese
please
thoughtless interpretation
evening and day
what is this i say
lost in space
feelings of my own
drone attack
smack and crack
distract
the end my way
what is this I say
draining and arranging
desperate attempt at evil
what is this
have a sip
drip and drop
don't know what
or why
stay calm
breath
ease the mind
free the soul
i don't know
I AM no
I AM know
NO Parking
saved for I
I am No Know

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Baby's got blue eyes

my eyes don't lie

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Look UP
Look down
don't make a sound
the spring summer air
flowers blooming
nature brewing
hold tight
feeling alright
the emperor wears no clothes
garden hose

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there is this place
not so safe
less disturbing than some thoughts so near
without fear
with hope
despite the illusion
the illusion of institution
government intrusion
so great and kind
somewhat divine
and on time
no story
is untold
peasants calling out
set me free
I am a prisoner of my own mind
thoughtless black hole brained
on the verge of insane
only others not to blame
treachery tomorrow
forgiven of the past
rash
stash
monster mash
sinister flash
clear my mind
on the sign
greatness
understanding
lack of assimilated thoughts
garbage in
awfulness out
sing and shout
Father's Day
attention on deck
children in my life
watching them grow
so true
with me and with you
a more holy sacred ground
wholly earth
mine from birth
sinister
breaking through
so much goo
fly birdy fly
in the air
no reason why
fly high
fly low
risking it all
to live it all
all love
without madness
deception
within dispersing
reminiscing
within
without
breath
shout
quietly to my god
the one of all
through him
I was created
how did you come to be
look within
look without
song for jah
jahman of creation
created
not on accident
loving each other
wanting to be peace
places to see
stop in the name of love
the children of war
have no more tears
and the rivers run dry
without the angels' tears
tears of joy
for the kind girls
and wonderful boys
live long
and be strong
life is ahead
somewhat behind
all the time
I AM
what are you
true blue
radiant red
live and love
peace
fight for your right
to party
kindly
where is the joy
without so much
much to live
love to grow
see to know
Father's Day
hey hey
today is our day
the ones that love
children of the earth
from not to birth
don't make me hurt
love long
and prosper

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in the night
is the venom sting
the dream
darkness and fear
drinking beer
i like it here
smear and deer
what is left to be
is there more than just me
question stated
answers rated
stone in my heart
no one to blame
giving god
power of his reign
sit and stalk
human heart up above
the madness remains
such a drain
flattening of the git go
he or they
she and him
crazy of thought
this day of hope
never be not afraid
it is said
beaver teeth
standing tall
take down that tree
kill them all
make a haul
the gladness
mixed in the light
let down your fear
angel above
save my soul
sweet like a dove
rug and roll
rock me my love
setting you free
from all alone
tickle
smoke a pickle
sunshine and daydreams
lifting my mind
into the left right left
eclectic inclusion
how does your garden grow

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stop in the name of love
before you wreck my day
lips and hip hop
regimen
rot in sin
ways to win
ways to end
end my friend
feasting on the beast
trick or treat
smell his feet
demon sideways
upside down
and around
lift my heart
don't let me fall
interesting future
sutures holding together
forever

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sit
laugh
stand on grass
lost at last
haste and waste
childish heart
forgiven
the reason
not why
instead how
jump so high
right and wrong
singing to myself
not knowing the words
hello my friends
it is I
I am IT
don't know how it is
dimensions of the past
free at last
given the shaft
once then twice
feel the putter of my heart
free start
break away
thoughts relieved
inside my thoughts of grace and madness
unforgiven
as i AM O
tiger bye the tow
ashes and ashes
dust to dust
cannabis freedoms
in this time
the most
cry to fly
amnesia
demented moment
first and last
disaster of most
us be blessed
in the light of sun
illuminated stars and sky
reason or rhyme
this life
this sweet life jah
pizza twisted
giving into good
the final redemption
intensified glory
obscene dream
daylight blunder
into tomorrow i giggle
knees and toes
how it grows
sit still
free will
long yonder fantasy
gross
more gross than most
fallen angel of spirit so much the demon
the reason
life today is fine
living all the time

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holy cow
meow
mixed with kindness
civil war
no more
angel cry
down from the sky
what is to be done
mastery of none
discreet
my feet
sainted
granted life
without strife
it is I
ready to fly
begone
sing a song
temperature cheer
watch the deer
ready to flee
who needs we
I am created
cheering
redeeming
thoughtless mention
saber of truth
the booth
be mine
all the time
rendition of faith
the great
how can it be
there again my friend
watching to end
end the fight
full of might
get it wrong
get it right
running clear
of the endless tomorrow
Sainted Lucifer
the miracle of saint Teresa
for she never lost faith
despite the evil
so stone hard it my heart
but today
softer as she graced upon my holy spirit
for it is I
healed from the fight
mighty might
good or evil
lost and found
inside
outside
right side down
holy spin on life
living with love
like the dove
quick to anger
slow to know
how it was
when all is gone
song after song
getting so wrong
tickle the past
righting the future
decimation
by institution
radical display
life and liberty
justice for some
get it right
get it wrong
clearly learning
renditions of overture
supply and demand
hold tight
the ride is rhythm
strait jacket my heart
hold me so alone
in the isolation
never to be loved
never left behind
forgive without the forget
tickle true
trickle false
the dance
sticking to the story
Saint Lucifer
as granted from the Saint Teresa
under Jesus Christ superstar
who I might contend
body of created flesh
spirit of the father
as the sun
with my holy ghost
roasted flesh
us be blessed
wanting to know how it is
black panther president
sainted for miracle after miracle
dust to dust
rusty well
switch back mountain
to climb out of hell
hells bells
emergency
electric light
ACDC
stand up
for a fight
loving good
discouraged by hate
later than yesterday
be my friend
the friend of Jesus
Loved by jah
helping each other
without just cause

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look in
look out
summers coming
sing and shoot
tenderly I dare
front and center
always beware
children dancing
spinners abound
singing with laughter
giving all the charm
right or wrong
what can it be
displayed recognition of greatness
front and center
yell in a garbage can
I am evil
no respect
hating evilness around me
getting second best
Christ is alive
crowned upon the floor
living full of happiness
people loving each other
center square
speak one's mind
kindly and quietly
he who saves from above
Jesus Christ
superstar
burning up the rubber
in my racing car
simple disdain
here to reclaim
knocking on heaven's door
to the core
forever more

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tenderly I dare
stay a while
we can share
plentiful standard
looking yonder fantasy
place in civilization
train station
long black train
friend or foe
enemy of darkness
injury by light
so here I am
yesterday I was
today is kind
today is fine
spring sun upon my shoulders
another day older
climbing the mountain
into the sky
wheat or rye
thorn in my heart
eat the vampires
from the start
tell the crazies its beef
none to tell
eating vampire flesh
in stew
or burger
it's gone
singing wrong
showing peace
everlasting
in the mind
of the soul
jewels in my crown
touching an angel heart
nowhere near
enemy from the start
plentifully given
institute my diversion
elementary my dear Watson
endangered life
nowhere near
after all
the friends are clear
eat the cow
meow
kitty litter
sound of heartbeat
next to mine
fine
rhyme
just on time
as the flowers grow
and all to know
the scent of spring
and all that it brings
fills my heart with joy
until I thrill
another day
in gods given will
peace
still
kindness
grace

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parasite in my eye
never tell me the reason why
Blinded by the light
head in a noose
lynch me tonight
for I am the evil
evil of all of them
I am evil
he is eviler
they are the evilest
mob rule
making the fool
tender heart
programmed for fear
delusion
reiteration
party crashing
the American delusion
they say we were just
some say we are kind
some say the end is near
hear me out
then lynch me tonight
I am free radical
praying for our own way
not much to say
wondering why
i am so shy
teeter totter
how does the garden grow
from dead soil
to poisonings chemicals
i drank three kinds of Poison
and I still live
mob rule
lynch me tonight
I have hope
I am not the fear
shadow of death
who loves best
spring sensation
forward into the past
freedom is just a word
for nothing left to lose
and much for the right
insight
relax
god is here
there
everywhere
i do not like the terrorists I see
I don't want them near
my family
up in a tree
under a bush
check the oil
squeeze a paper
in the future
god is still here
what is the lesson
quietly he whispers me name
in the wind and the stream
mountains and dreams
he is here
and so am I
he is not me
and someday I could die
cry in the feast
chicken dinner delight
poultry
pig
flesh
and dead cow
grind it up
cheeseburgers
for all
not i
fry
high
able to die
come lynch me tonight
a free radical
with hopes for trump
listen
the earth trembles
Ranier beach
what is the peace
all they are
is a muscle in a car
look within
love with us
turn they cheek
I ask for peace
or just lynch me tonight

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center
met her
every which way
salutations
indecisions
institutions
full of delusions
where can freedom be for me
places to go
I really know
where i was
illusion
plus size
hunger on the rise
stay still
where it is must be
the only place for me
settle down
wear a frown
upside down
content in one's heart
jolly green giant
sensations below
to grow
forbidden promise
keeping up
jones to jones
as to be
must be
hades on the run
careful my beloved son
what is to be
must be
heaven sent
hell ward bound
season
indecision
wanting my own way
stay hey
hay is for horses
best in show
love me now
dereliction of duty
snooty
left next to me
right as can be
settled
bedeviled
wanting mostly
to thrive
learning to improve
better by the day
smile
you're on candid camera
or perhaps not
never knowing
but wanting
what is not to be
so free
damsel in distress
let us be blessed