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Heaven for tortured souls

1960's era prison warden

1960’s era prison warden (Photo credit: andreakw)

there are no locks on the Gates
of Hell nor Jailer there
the prisoners do not remember

they are Spirits still
and Free to Dream
of other Worlds

my pops did 3 bits
and would read adult westerns
from the prison library

read happily in his cell

probably nicer than the two room shed
he shelters his 5 cats and dying dog in

but he seems happy with his channel flippin’
remote control

and they took away his food stamps for not filing

back in California I met a drifter
claimed to be a writer and carried a staff
it wasn’t as nice as mine
when first I hailed him

it took me a while to gain
his Trust
he had been evicted by the police
from his spot under the bridge again
and lost all his writings

i think he may have been stretching it
telling me he had a valise full of writing
but he told me some fine stories
one afternoon

i never saw him again

and people think
or is it? don’t think?

a man like that can be happy
have dreams?  create?

tell me, Father,
what Hell have you left behind for your Children?
what Heaven have you created for the tortured Souls?


maybe I’ll just tire of it All

An image from the Electric Sheep.

An image from the Electric Sheep. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’ll go
to Bed
to Sleep
to Hell
and back

I’ll dream
of Electric Sheep
or eating turds in Hell
for people I have wronged
I’ll dream
of movie houses on another planet
like I once did

I’ll end it All
not me, I have no end
I am a Recurrence and have no Choice in the Matter
but you, youze
are projections of the One
that I once was

and maybe, I’ll just tire of it All


unwashed, unshorn

trapped animals

trapped animals (Photo credit: adm)




the known associates are scattered
to the four winds
to the four winds

eating dumpster donuts in the ruins
washed ashore
unwashed unshorn

there’s a season to gather the stoned together
there’s no reason to give one little goddamn
there’s an answer to but one question
where the Hell is Hamsterdam?

washed ashore
unwashed unshorn
washed ashore
unwashed unshorn

the known associates are gathered
at the four corners
at the four corners

beating drums to bring the sky down
cast aside
the habit died

there’s a season to gather the stoned together
there’s no reason to look for what you can’t find
there’s a question you should be asking
and the answer’s never mind!

cast aside
the habit died
cast aside
the habit died

the known associates are gathered

*never underestimate the resourcefulness of ordinary people


where true wealth lies

a wise dude once said
beware not those than can kill the body
beware those that can kill the idea
but then they don’t understand

the idea does not compute in their geometry
it doesn’t fit
it has no place
they have no knowledge
of how to kill it

oh, seeing its potential
they will harness it for a while,
make their filthy stacks of lucre
but they will wither
they will die
and their wealth will be worthless
to those that have no desire of it

but the idea
The Idea
will endure
and so will we
for we know
where the true Wealth lies…

An Idea May Mean Wealth In Your Wallet^ - NARA...

An Idea May Mean Wealth In Your Wallet^ – NARA – 534155 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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