Inspired by the word works of our own Hayley Riesel aka “Happy Girl”
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Fickle frauds, betraying freedom’s… will’s lifelines bend, against the… folks forgot, this lifetime’s high… obscured life’s peace, one’s joys… forego truth’s tease, conflict’s s…
In law; not her, the subornation o… Is a “crime”… from the “swearing o… to tell the truth in a legal proce… be it spoken or written.” See where IAM going with this?
What mountain’s top holds truth’s… its vista viewed as life’s specifi… promised above earth’s horizon, soon home to you, this present era… prized perch upon and soon so mann…
In these long nights I welcome sleep, yet I am deprived of dreaming’s please, hin… by hot thoughts and lack of comfor… strong drink and companionship; th…
Selfish stoats wear familiar gloat… and fear a radar static’ scalping “Aqualung” to Jethro’s “bird” that spitting thing that Elle Mae broke the neck of…
“God of all beings God of all life in the humanity we are dreaming of: Politicians are profoundly humanis…
The bard, the muse, the low versif… each the times bemoan; stressed by compassion’s grasp, ingrained word sown life disowns; individualist rare, previews minds…
Rare compassions, for that which saves life; benefits for you, from the provider’s prime; that one created,
On this night I open myself to that other side of wanderlust… remembering, the moves
The bond between, mind’s words onc… and heart’s truth; exasperated tho… expressing mind’s din, or clarifyi… mixed deep within unconsciousness and callous dream; one’s shadowy s…
To what depth, can one reach in search for their soul; through what trials, will they struggle
amerika, amerika, how you falter, how you run; remember running on the graves, of all your daughters and sons; turn away, you seek no cause,
Day’s hours pass to weeks, months,… converting sense, from truths to i… wickedness fains as evil yeas, widespread life spoils, death’s st… established thought succumbs to fe…
Surrender mind, down on two knees, feeling so very randy; thought focused, homing on, flesh as sweet as tasty candy; eyes, watch quivering lips,
Dark, heavy, and so very weeping hot, are the streams of tears, which do now flow and beat down upon