some of my poems -read in public, etc. anti-copyright!

[anarchist of love]

"i will stand"

i will stand i will seek justice
i will speak i will strike substance
i will be
i will live i will cry--
but i shall give.
i will seek understanding
i will be who i am
i will not be easily damned
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"Indecent Assault"

"Rape of a Child";
What do these mean?
Do they always mean DEFILED?
To the Victim Culture they can be like a crutch
These legal terms struck upon all illegal touch.

If kindly, intimate, even fully loving
If two people in Love—2 people who care?
The experts say NO and the public trusts that’s fair.

Earlier Experts said it was okay for homos to be “sick”
and women to be servants of the one born with a dick.
Courts used their Science to prove blacks lesser
And Kelloggs Corn Flakes promoted the anti-masturbation pester.

Black men who claimed to “love” white women had to be beaten back
Exploited and union-organizing workers could be given no slack

The history of Expert obfuscation is long—-often rewritten (with emotives to keep truths hidden)
from a strategically challenged (and forever "Sinnin'") throng.
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People Everywhere
People everywhere
People everywhere
are in pain, yet…(scream)
People are hitting everywhere yet…
People are hurting everywhere yet—
You will not allow this love
This love this LOVE
--to be understood
People are blindly hating everywhere
Yet you must not listen to this passion
People everywhere seek peace, justice, hope…
Yet you must not question your dogma
You must not listen or hear

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OBSESSIVE WORLD ODORS

Me against the swirled
Me against my age-peers
Me against the art-fartists
And my own smeared tears

Knowing millions got the Answer
In fashion to-day
The Answer to “heal” me and My kind
Make us “nicely” gay…

Knowing that whatever i do can be put
In tidy places
With “helping” labels, trained-friendly faces
Backed by “loving” laws
Designed by the “gracious”…

Who, with Utmost Selfless abandon
Will “grow me up”
from “immature boy” to Virtuous Man
if i bow to their “Truth” and take their hand

If i get to know My Place
And let those who Know speak
While teaching proper prostrations—courtsies
--How to whine for their Mercy
And office visits once a week

Smile, feel “fine” and be happy
Join with the masses in thankin’ the Pro’s knack
To create Prozac

While smiling fart-artists ebb and float with that blow
and other “smart” arts start fart carts in tow.

See the processions as they wend and wind in their wayz
As they dine, mine, and pave
Outline out-rhyme out-grind and Out-Shine
It’s Spectacle is So Great So Bright
It must be Truth
Must be the Ultimate Proof

And our place?

Our uneasy rat race?

Simple illnesses and deluded confusions
Most usefully paired with legions of diseased contusions

“Diseased” and “In Denial” of Therapeutic Issues
If a sole “unsound” plight strays from chemically “balanced” tissues

If my “insane foolery” thinks fer a minute it can
Sober the Purely Civilized edu-dilated gayly-inflated slim-trim and
Graded Guru-rulery

Then very “Truly” there Must be something wrong
Not with the In-Group’s soup, but the goop spouting from me
The Obviously Strayed (or cleverly played) ill kook!
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How ‘bout the Time they Surrounded me in their Kitchen?

With their stupid hysteria swords
Speaking about loping off the genitals
of all "pedophile"-type’s possibly loving chords.
Almost dancing together, unified
In dumb-shit hate for a crucified, tethered
minority whose potential justice guaranteed denied.
Our time is now to be lion-fed
a pleasure-lover Prisoner Of War
The chimerical monster that’s s’posed to hurt all kids

But “pedophile” means “child-lover”—lookitup, i’ll watch your cover
Hysterics push that you must never question their view
And their emotive button-pushing suggestion
You must bow down to their blanket “Truth”
It may as well be a religion

True survivors of Actual Abuse?
--their fucked-over lives serve a fashionable political use
Taught to play the victim culture game
They really think the pros care
And you fit in the friendly little family picture frame…

Only a few fools dare to fuck with the accepted mind-set
i give a toast to them for they are the people who must speak
no matter if it’s chic.