the seven freedoms

the seven freedoms *


Freedom of choice

Freedom from want

Freedom to love all

Freedom to understand

Freedom from deception

Freedom to be who you be

Freedom for everyone




* as referenced in,
"The prophet told of the" in book 5








happy new year
Peace,
Rev. Pete

desperate hygiene fellows who follow it

desperate hygiene fellows who follow it
makes all the difference if only for spirit
cast aside treasures it does not make senses
only need pleasure to climb others fences

swallow all hope and curse every telling
if only detection would be more compelling
there is not a desire where only the play forms
cast out what not Truth apart from false norms

never imagine where lurking uncommon
fall under idols and curse all unspoken
see what lies ahead as all fellows must see
there will not be purpose for innocent like we

Beauty oh poetry what drawings

Beauty oh poetry what drawings
and strings played and plucked
flayed and sucked made and
phucked until dawns light. How
we displayed our youth wide open
while the Beats begat Beatles
begat synonyms for early
retirement parties now crushed
by wall street cronies looming
over the streets of justice/injustice
sipping what I know is hyper
shitty - we need to explain to
our others how their needs
have exploded onto more
recent developments than are
required by law (who's Law? - Not
our Law…) - we the people
in order to rightful ordain
our truth by numbers do solemnly
swear to give the oligarchic
Koch-suckers a pow, right
in the kisser of death - as
merrily we roll along to gain
much needed warnings to walmart
shoppers and their employees every-
where how bad it will become.
Never admit defeat - Always
stand for Truth and Love. #######

You evoke his name on your vehicle of

You evoke his name on your vehicle of
destructive vindictiveness against your home
planet of life, so you show no remorse or nary
an effort to realize the TRUTH which gnaws
at you in dreams of fluff and supremacy.

You claim his mercy on the innocent and use
his words to elicit your cause, yet you persist
in all manner of vile hate toward that which
you do not understand or which you are fearful
or threatened by for it is foreign to you.

Why are you here?

Why are you not giving?

Why are you full of that which you
render as what you are against?

Your confusion belittles you.

Your ignorance astounds me.

If you ask my help in a resolve of this,
I would help you to better understand.

Understanding is key. Love powers that
vehicle.

Ponder this...

A man of heart and strings

A man of heart and strings
attached falling toward the
uncontrollable desires of
Human mess

- we leave before the
final act of forgive when
all the seeds are dry and the
true path to any happy-Ness

confounds us by it's only
way to compound Times
desire further

- further we
spin until control is no
longer an option but an
optical illusion ///•

Sad truth remains here

Sad truth remains here
 
- We sit oblivious to the concerns
of madmen and geniuses with
extra confines to the delight of
congressional committees which
now-a-days can leave a slimy
residue wherever they have been
 
 - Once
we get a handle on their genitals
what will we do with them? Are
we better than that? Have we had
enough humiliation and torture?
Would we turn into our enemy as
some have already done - speak to
me the truth of Helen Thomas, R.I.P.

OH that I could contain

OH that I could contain
 
myself as loutish captains
 
boasted their continuance of
 
where about us in scheme-
 
Then pull my shiver from a
 
new packet of lies for only
 
Time can make appointments
 
with newfound lust and
 
only nerves of steel and
 
feet of clay can command
 
respect in the parlor of dwindle.

when winter comes with all

when winter comes with all
the snow and cold, the
icy packed drifts of wind
and crisp - when x-mas is
a secular Time worth expressing
'Peace on Earth' - And all
my fondest memories of those
Times past fill my mind
with a thousand more important's
than sugarplums and mistletoe
or too much drinking at past
office parties - then is a
Time worth cherishing of.

winning it seems requires

winning it seems requires
an unprescribed among of
violence so as to thrive
on empty weight sold to
all broken promises kept
to recycle the veil of tears
 
- once beckoned, it can never
be contained and certain
dread is forecast for all the
innocent abounding in Time's
last good standing - as if being
held hostage by gravity and
mass isn't enough secret
to contain.

My heart beats for her/him as

My heart beats for her/him as
we think where it's best to discover
the age of innocence left unfounded
in our own adorn…

My mind beats for her/him in
a sea to completed gravities
closing arguments while finding
only sand in our shoes and
questions in our solace...

My spirit beats for her/him when
we play to record all our adventures
in one solemn quest to define
the definition of Life and
sphere while we occupy here...

It's not a matter of misconstrue

It's not a matter of misconstrue
where all sides agree to transpire
for a long enough Time to apologize
for Times grieving party wogs
- I've been alive in this sphere
to recognize the Bullshit from
the Truth of all prophets (including
Lennon) - you don't know shit
to contain an apostle of lost
virtues or an acquired taste
of what constitutes mass-
disception and imaginary
friends - not many for me but
thanks












happy winter solstice

Your weariness amazes

Your weariness amazes
me as the man once inferred
before the threats were made on
his oysters and Martin-ness
- How dare they request that
but how dare he succumb
- NO BALLS - but I
blame not for if those
loved involved, and I'm
sure they were, who would
rise to the Blame of it?
"The Masters make the rules
for the wise men and the fools
- I got nothing ma…"

why we was when we

why we was when we
could've be forgot - what
we was while we was
'membered --- Did I Ask
to be mentioned in a hiedi
hey ho raga toward no end
of your pleasant smile?
- or how about those hidden
clauses Santa? Any chance
I'm on that list? Come get
me if you can fit your fat
ass in my chimney .^.^.^.

you only have to say it once

you only have to say it once
until you've said it over a
hundred times - Go Look
in the mirror of onslaught
to realize How Vacant the
House has become - we had
things to do and did them
- we had dreams to dream
and we dreamt them - we
had plans and almost got
stuck in the mire, or at
least the spending came to a
grinding halt - that's when
I knew things were not as
real as before - Hey, not
so fast there Mr. Freem
you ain't the spring chicken
you used to be - nor are you
the boy of summer on that
porch stealing flesh for the
Learning curve of derived
pleasures…well that's
the way my time is spent.
more so than any amount of
money I ever had to use on
survival - Not where the
deer play - but where all
else has failed to promote
any other Dreams we all
had. So take your valor
and bury it behind me in
a place I can't find.

What am I going to do with

What am I going to do with
you? I will have to keep
you now - your unique
demeanor and character has
Left a most indelible mark on
my life print, so I must be
predisposed to Act accordingly
on our be-whole = You're
just like me in almost every
feature - stubborn, rebellious,
grouchy, wary of others, independent
beyond all peers, ner' do well, A perfect
example of a silly kitty ---------

She sits alone in her room

She sits alone in her room
watching worlds collide on
the distract-0-Plate - More
Gobs of color and numerals
set into motion than an average
Einstein could have imagined.
We await an eruption from
next door as the components
for the musical devices lie
dormant in closets near and
far…As for the woe I
often carry in my heart
and the sudden death I
wear on my sleeve, there
is still doubt after
ALL this spent Blood - I
was minding my business when
taken by surprise I got
erected into a statue - A
pose at every corner and
a corner for every deli -
Please Don't get me wrong or
Left here for that is where
I am Now - beholden to a
- A… - Another Time, and
Place, but it's just the
path I walk next to
 
- For, on it, I never
Understood the matters
of many, many WHATS.

The few are but a pause

The few are but a pause
 
for the many's forward
 
as we rush toward the
 
final current emancipation
 
of our class - may we
 
stand OUR ground
 
amidst shallow verbiage
 
seeming to repeat our un-
 
demise ever lasting to be
 
born and free at last
 
oh, most Rev. Dr...

What does she got that I

What does she got that I
haven't got - will she give
you a flow in your being
towards a truth that is
prescribed by Time - will
she really give you comfort
during the storm of emotions
wrought forth from the day
to day bullshit you must
endure - didn't I tell you
in the Last sphere that we
could be the conscience of
each others fortitude and
become synced in this current.

un-ir-reconcilable different

un-ir-reconcilable different
in thinking with uncontrolled
rambling congested so fulfilled
in our together that the farce
of the play has become a hitherto
ceiling of post de script adequacies
in the foundation of doubts
 
- will our hero be teleported
to dimensions beyond the plains?
 
- will our heroine adjust to
misguided fortunes of reversed
magnitudes and realize Truth?
 
stay tuned after the commercial
suicide.

Don't take it seriously

Don't take it seriously
- take it up the wazoo!
- that's like a kazoo
ONLY blown from the
other end - Sly said
'STAND', But we lounge
on comfy-ness and
watch babes talk
about all kinda
shite ---------- We
screwed - we want to be.

More and more

More and more
and more it
calls me…

it sings to me - it
worships me - it
mesmerizes me
like only a
CALL CAN.

I told you true - A

I told you true - A
fortress of sage to
your cause and you
shrugged - you left
it to shrivel in the mid
day blistering sun - The
last purpose of anyone
still left SANE - So
sad - and so much denial
that even my crispy tongue
is at odds with such.

A dose of pit falls seems

A dose of pit falls seems
like a good place to start
when you get to go fishing for
trombones and malomars
 

- I had an idea I'd say
that but it was found to
be disturbing to the accepted
graduates of our choir
 

- when the rogues return to
mourn their mothers, that's where
our knowledge of plastic covered
houses is used to our advantage…
Oh to be oyster now that
pearls are all the rage (sigh)…

I may be a drunkard but

I may be a drunkard but
I am not a liar - My
life is complicated like
most so I have a mixture
to subscribe to but not a
formula - We have
seen the future and it
is not round - We
are bound by secular
nuance and much
conscription - #.








remember Lennon...

Elmo's got his whittle down

Elmo's got his whittle down
MAN - when he gets it all a
shiney - it's like a beautiful
raven who congeals at that
moment in TIME AND SPACE -
She'll hold it in her
head until its the current
Time and temperature

- At this point we must
phone the mother superior
for an opinion or at the
Least a Look see to figure
under that nasty habit if
shaving is not a myth o.

While streaming one day

While streaming one day
I found a passage to the
body sync of lost words
which may explain the
vast armchair surplus
in this current KLEPTO-
MANIAC climate -
which end does the
screwdriver really screw,
mortimer, old pal...

Amazing Little

Amazing Little
machine that we
can communicate
with each other with
and hold our breath
as it's monitor of
us is brought to
witness paranoid
destruction between
the honesty and friendship
of neighbors and
friends.

WHA 'JA EXPECT - YO

WHA 'JA EXPECT - YO
It's a perfect coup
de' tat for tit ala
me in vogue for
yet another glance
- been a very long
Time - been a lot
of happens this Time
we had - but NOW
it Time to think
and maybe re-purpose
lest gravity fails us.

Paraphrase lightly what

Paraphrase lightly what
begins as farce and
ends in tragedy - such
is Life… what ends
now Begins later as Time
has a space and vice
verse would be poetry
about bad habits…
 

They called me once, maybe
twice I never followed
through - truly the downfall
of most humans in exile
from an otherwise outstanding
career of sorts.

I'd be the first to

I'd be the first to
admit that once we
bite the fortune if presented
before us, then forever
would we be a part
of the protectorate that
encompasses their folly
and mundane bullbosh
- I'm for a new system
- What say ye?

It sure is a hard Time

It sure is a hard Time
of it on your farm here
Mr. Too - You have degraded
all of us for so long it Looks
like cornflakes to me - being
a new found diabetic, I know
from whence I speak - ALSO,
my wife loves the Noise Machines
that make her lawn look like
carpet - Me, I'd rather
die standing in Paradise
then on my knees stretching
canvas - (I've done a little
of everything, son), 'cept skydive
& scuba dive - muff dive - OKAY!

Where'd they all go when

Where'd they all go when
I was NEARER on than
when we might - Do you
ever see a posses in the
garage of for-to-fade - omit
the bob and someone else
takes on a circle of friends
- Let them all visit us in
The NON-TIME, while we
explain a pardon or forgive
a lack of truth for lack
of lustre or trying.

0 Why does the ivory not

0 Why does the ivory not
glisten when WE make
mention of the fact to reunite
a full Zebra stampede over
our flower bed of incan-
descent learning for the
maniacal demise of two
for the price of one in all
our pity's grief and weather
worn parlance in the umbrage
of society's snowfall so
ripe for the castle walk
heathens and messy a 'La
'carte of New York's Neatest.

goin' down to

goin' down to
Ultima Thule - going
to be where it never was
and could always be with
me - you also, but need
your bearings when you
travel in unknown
Times and Spaces -
 
Limits have meaning in
the spheres of ONE -.

The plague of abject

The plague of abject
machinery - A logarithm
jostled in a boob-hatchery
of complacent jests -
what on Earth happens
here? - What manner
of bedlam is released
on our Time slot
- I really doth
protest
Motherfucker!

Oh say can you see All

Oh say can you see All
the hypocrisy O'r the
slaughter we wrought On
the peoples who roam free.

At the broadside we strike
toward the perilous blight As
the TV we watch with our large
fries and soda gleaming.

And the Shock and the Awe
the bombs banned in Geneva
Gave proof thru the might
that our Flag doesn't care.

Oh say does that star
mangled murderous corrupt
Corporate Politicians still
get paid…

'Cause the
Land of the Free... Never
was… ever...

brave.

http://www.blackfire.net/

ALL these objects speak

ALL these objects speak
to us to use the metaphor
lightly - Since it all
happens on different wave
lengths, some of us tune
into those gravities -
 
Some become obsessed with
them to the point of compulsive
insanity - And still others
pine for those they can never
afford and let the objects
majik get the better of their
personal MOJO - you can't
take it with you, but you can
dream of the smell.

When Time stops giving it's

When Time stops giving it's
attitude to us (for free, btw)
how will you react? will
you call to complain to your
congressperson? - they
don't give a shit about you.

Will you complain to your
local bureau of Time saving
ideas as seen on TV?
- they won't know what
you're talking about and
may squeal to the
authorities who are as Time
would have it, NOT authorities
on anything, since they have
not a cLUE. You could
file a grievance with your
local Watchmaker, but
these fine craftsmen of
old are a dying breed of
artisans, and besides,
by the Time you find one
it will be all too late… /////////.

…So here it is the

…So here it is the
Time of eternal disregard
and ethereal enchantment
or as they say in Quantum
theorem, "wha da fuc"
 
- You must be joking
when you say eat my
burger Beenie or die in
trying to Ass-certain
the trials of godsend
mistresses to which I
say - What it is, will
be what it will as long
as the lights stay VACANT.^^^^^.

EVER FIND AN IMAGE TO

EVER FIND AN IMAGE TO
convey your sentiments exactly?
I can't say it's happened too
often but all metaphors aside
it's numbing to admit a mind
swell,and as swell as I
try to be it gets worse as
the Time sticks in my throat
like a swallow of stale bread
 

- But give it time, and enough
space to follow and it will
ripen into old age, like
iron age but not so old as
stone - still, I like to
rock and always do when
mood takes me there.

so many ways to clear the

so many ways to clear the
air in our Time - so many
Times to clear the world
of our air - so many kinds
of types to be kind in as
many Times as ways
to be clear - as we temp
fate with our quotient and
leave hollow tubes for the poetry
fairy under our ointment of
delite - may our pleasures be
many and our music be verbose!

Crimson BLUE Green

Crimson BLUE Green
universe waits outside
the next sphere as we
roll a thought toward the
Plexi MINDS of foolish
educators relaxing near
the pool of indifference
- when the moods of
Queens are thrust upon
us like rotten fruit on
opening night, I feel a
warrant coming on, but
those have been out lawed
slowly and now must
caress what is Left on
the tits of liberty and
justice---For myself
I see many free souls
in a few eons, so until
then we should lift
the burden of proof on
a snow bound game of
CandyLand as my NANA
sings 'You are my sunshine'
while cooking on that
hotplate of chance and
scroll down to the edge
because yesterdays dream
was lost at see...

Eyes open to a path of

Eyes open to a path of
ears clearly seen to approve
of the taste in music will
be a test to get back at those
Times when we had a hold
of the neighborhood kids
- it was part of youths'
indoctrination into who
was the coolest of them
all - So we set out to
conquer all dance halls and
staples in the vicinity of a
life style gone to homage
of all things loud in 4/4
and no one could touch us
save to smell us coming.

How I once forgot the plump

How I once forgot the plump
fruit and flesh there of
for which desire breeds an
imperfect lust - The type
that causes mistrust and jealous
feelings and often remorse
takes over as a guilty pleasure
leaves for a holiday - you
can't sometimes and you
might once in a while, but
you should think about it
more in depth - use imagine.

xerographic cat spurs

xerographic cat spurs
on to discover the true
love of snipes in the zone
of fruit less ness - As we
rode the roller coaster of
Time so we ride the
wave of utmost profundity
interspersed with sauce
of spacial relativity and
fervent fraternity within
our best offer beyond
a reasonable doubt.
So it is written by my.
brains refuse.

one's better than

one's better than
none and some's
all we got to get
from early bygotten
most - But the host
ran out of toast 'cause
to boast is disdained
by most unless the post
distributes a from.

It works for me Mortimer

It works for me Mortimer,
same as before the paint dried
or the refried Lawn where
we bought that 1968 Gibson
SG Standard - man those was
some good times out on the
road - Long ago and Long
away And twice removed
from anybodys uncle once
the questions were recovered
from the fights off stage.
We was younger than twice
the storage fees And more full
of energy than any of those
bars we took on - every
bit of mis-direction and
lots of salty parts.

when of a what protrudes in

when of a what protrudes in
your space and Time will
abundance if ample to throw
down a couture of significance
while grooming reluctance in
askew of telling order in
aspects known only in Greek…

Once we figure that out, the
rest is pretty cut and wet depend
-ing on whose daughter shows
up at the inquiry - my vote
goes to the babe at the car repair
shop - MAN, those is some short shorts.

As I near the goal it is wise

As I near the goal it is wise
to remember that only myself is
responsible to my people and their
quest for freedom - the thirst
for knowledge and the desire for
wisdom and of course the
deepest hunger for truth…

Justice will be ours my sisters
and brothers all the myths
not withstanding - we will prevail
- we shall surface in the surly
face of adversity and regain
our dignity against oppression.

In the guise of most

In the guise of most
 
refreshment and the play
 
in rehearsal is not the
 
thing, (oh bard…) it is
 
what founds the idea
 
that is the formal chance
 
to sing with lips at the
 
angels breasts and tell
 
not a soul of that only
 
foreclosed deed - when
 
we came upon the last
 
Time here, then we can
 
have a good smoke for
 
the work is complete.

What is it with man's perverted

What is it with man's perverted
obsession to imitate the shock
and awe of lightning and thunder
- for man will never attain that
degree of power and if he does
he will destroy all of this
natural world in the process
which, is really what the
ultimate goal is rather
than coexistence - How
stupid that ideal truly
is………………………

Big fat giant ice cream

Big fat giant ice cream
bars melting in the Mid-
Day Sun - How tragic it
becomes when the only
metaphor sheriff within
a hundred miles is Jazzing
the waitress, Penny, out in
the parking at Jimmy's
Diner in the back seat of
his brand new white/aqua
1957 chevy Bel-Air - The
days were there once...

Grab a pencil - Take

Grab a pencil - Take
some adhesive And
hide the oceans - train
whistles in  the distance
memory - Five:Ten AM
and counting - Bleach
is not safe and neither
is the main stream MEDIA.
 


HOLD ON TO YOUR SOCKS
AND HIDE ALL THE
PARTICULARS YOU CAN
BEWARE OF FALSE SMILES
AND SUSPECT HIDDEN
AGENDAS - CARRY A BIG
STICK?

- OH as I breathe hear

- OH as I breathe hear
we listen to the fallen
words of mentors and
hero's to reclaim the once
tired grievances of our
ancestors in a sea of only
proclaim efficacy  - which
way is now called up?

- hint: it's the way that
the masses proclaim
freedom to be - - -

whose passage of rite

whose passage of rite
is this, Reverend - Are
we not men? What
do you expect from this
circus of self-proclaimed
experts? - A massive
bunch of losers
par excellence - The
smell is quite consuming
yes, kill the lawyers - ALL.

What's in the budget for

What's in the budget for
twenty five curse words in
successive rapid fire and
who cornered the market on
discounted tongues of liars
once they disguise themselves
as friends of the peoples…

I object not only your honor
but all who sit silent in the
dark full of fear and not
ever so slightly of standing tall
to these men of extreme
patronage of hatred...

Repeat the pirates plea anD

Repeat the pirates plea anD
coDe for what we moDe
to asparagus to with
a lite Romano sauce
and ever so faint bits
of oregano and basil ---
may we always succumb
to the delite of sustenance
and may our desire for
foods be at least as equal
to those who deserve a meal
- I have lived the nightmare though
only part.

- That wasn't me talkin' - I

- That wasn't me talkin' - I
swear… It was the libido
pouring forth due to under-
connections to flesh unresolved

she was a he and then we could
only agree - I sweat you
and you dribble me - to-
get-her we do what only
is done by we - and when
we are all to-get-her, even
freckles on the cleft of innocent
flesh dives in heat uncovered.

going underground

going underground
I'm just a goodbye
away from being on
the road or in the street
- Depends on basic trans•
por•TA•TION As to which
---Hail a cab or Hail
Hail Rock N' RoLL - Those
DAYS have Long since Past
I did say I would Bide
my Time but the wind
carries me into another
ZONE, AND for whatever FATE
has in store the shelves have
been re-stocked.

So we rode in on the horse

So we rode in on the horse
of honesty and got kicked
in the gut by the force
of lies in the corral -
 
my weariness, (bob), amazes
me, and was that a motorcycle,
a drug problem, or the cia giving
some threatening advice concerning
your future and your family's
 
- I guess I could understand
and maybe forgive, but did
you have to be so blatant
about it - even Joni got
all perturbed. /////////////