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almost twelve
clouds & mates
slow morning

bomb blasts
on them on us
noise of hell

the dear brothers
inside and outside the play
table is ready

(I´ve seen last night Gorostiza´s 1978 teathre play "Los hermanos queridos" ... still contemporánea ... keep safe, judih!)

red dawn
low clouds
coyote is always hungry

what's that sound
everybody look what's going down
always afraid for you

the enemy of both sides

the sunlight
lights up the old stones in the garden
but this time of year
they still look cold

machines in sky
dread in heart
another war day

somebody please
give peace a chance on this a
still quiet morning

got the newspaper blues again
i would drive through hell on sunday
just to see you another day in paradise


peace it could happen
what else can I do but believe
in-spite of my Misanthropy

Judih be safe
in the goings on
going on there.

a diet of beans....

morning farts
versus
outside booms

everybody knows
a good defense
and we all fall down

I wish I had some words of comfort for you instead of these careless farts

no joke
a deep breath
within this moment

..........no ceasefire agreement yet

no joke
no cease fire either
just a cosmic goof

and slop
"

She said, "Father, father it's for the kids (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh)
Any and every thing I did.
Please, please don't judge me too strong.
Lord knows I meant no wrong.
Lord knows I meant no wrong."


morning in the republic of paradise
riding with my trunk
full of funky junk

1812 overture
gets on my nerves
after a while

Please let it end
The promised lands' promise is broken
Shalom

papers & hours
birds chirping ouside
music is wanted

with each breath
yesterday's promises
expand in silence