Souls Weep-2010

Souls Weep
A collection of poe try By Pe te r D. Bov
Souls Weep - All poems 1981/2010 - property of Peter D. Bov ManMade Films PO Box 1862 Montauk, NY 11954 9177059875 manmadefilms@optonline.net All rights reserved.
Souls Weep
a collection of poetry 2006 by Peter D. Bov
Index
Poets Lament ...3 The Eye of God ..4 Heaven On Earth 5 wHen i wAs fIVE .6 Death and the Myth of Man .7 Home Sweet Home 8 Home is where the Heart is 9 Piece by Piece .10 My American Dream ....11 This Gift of Time ...12 Liaison of the Doomed 13 Heads ....14 Find a Way ...15 Avenue Hoche ....16 Dancing With The Moon ...17 All in Good Time .17-19 A While to do .......20 Take me Home Please .21-22 A Faith of Reckoning ..23 A Certain Hunger ...24 A Moment .....25 Reasons For Drinking ...26 Fading ..27 I am What I Am ....28 Larger Than Life ...29 American Alert ..30 Elko ....31 Only This .....32 The Holiday Box ....33 The Challenge ...34 Midnight Phantom Lover 35 When We were Still In Love (Thanks Mr. Green) ..36 Watching TV With Tex 37 Goodbye Sweet Kiss ....38 Rosalie ....39 A Sweet Flower ...40 Alone Again .41 Longing .42 Magic Life ..43 Teddy.44-47 Cool Rain .....48 A Luxury of Time ..49 The Ghostly Deluxe.50 Singin in the rain ..51 The Mysteries Divine ...52 The Ancient Beach Mist ..53 Claire..54
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It Must be Spring..55 Where Nothing is Wrong.....56 Wake Up America.57 Invitation to Eternity..58. Or Was It?.......................................................................59 So we might see.60 Eagle-ness Surprise..61 Educated Fool..62 For Freedom of Our Souls.....63 Where are the Young Soul Rebels?......................64 As We Sleep....................................................................65 Cupid Then?..................................................................66
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Poets Lament
if I were a poet You would love my poems Caress you, they would as a Caribbean breeze From the far reaches of the Florida keys Sun rising in your head Sweet soul music in your heart Or as a huge symphony orchestra in your shower Overwhelming they would be You would laugh cry and sing ode to them Ingest and digest them Keep them in your vest pocket Read them aloud and wonder of the dream See beyond the faade of this eternal palace ball Jumping up and down and wiggling all around There would be no time for bickering If I were a Poet
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The eye of God
I scream at the moon. A lone wolf, howling As I stand eggs on end in honor of the Equinox The eye of God, is discovered by NASA They have pictures of it taken by the Hubble Telescope A huge galactic eye deep in outer space Somewhere in the Virgo Super-cluster Our neighborhood of galaxies It looks down at us Sometimes happy Sometimes not I imagine This winter passed very slowly Despite of the fact that It was the exact same length as last years. Or was it? Time is a mysterious phantom Sneering at us, as he ambles down the long road I sneer back, but he laughs at my feeble human attempts To comprehend the big universe He knows he has the upper hand In spite of the discovery of the Eye of God
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Heaven on Earth
(Poetry version of a song) Take the long road, on a Sunday In a malt shop In the street... An old man stares... Falls down the stairs. Nobody cares We're on our own, in this; Heaven on Earth Heaven on earth, Paradise I start out dreaming of something fun Hard days take me away... Just when I should be dancing on roses... Here I am Over my head, in this Heaven on Earth Heaven on earth, Paradise It seems like it's worth it. I can't really tell. Turn on the TV Get me another pill Another pill in this, Heaven on Earth Heaven on Earth, Paradise All kinds of people dying Out on the streets tonight. I can hear them trying, to find a little piece of some Heaven on Earth Heaven on earth, Paradise I take my kids on a shopping spree. So I can pretend to be free But, the old man stares He knows thats nowhere. Nobody Cares. Were on our own, in this Heaven on Earth Heaven on earth, Paradise So, take the long road, on a Sunday. Cause you never know, when your time will come Youre here today, but not to stay Were on borrowed time, in this, Heaven on Earth Heaven on earth, Paradise
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wHen i wAs fIVE
What ever became of us? So long ago it was. Ran free and slept... So elusive it was... 'Cept for pin-up girls and stuff... I plunder, planet-struck through years... Labor Day Parade... Where did I go? The times I forgot... Jelly stain hot spot cloudy day kite. - A life and a half in just under a night. Who knew how grotesque it could be? Chased by sorrow or fear. Morning light, and when it's all over - The decoder watch and the homemade wine. The old pumpkin patch The first girls hoots Borrow and born now. Boozin' a little bit.
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DEATH & THE MYTH OF MAN
TIME In the very end there is only you. A calm climax, in a Sea of grief Timeless ease, in a world of trials and tribulation A call to the Myth of Man: Eternity. DYING A crunch-crotch mind-blowing payday Death No more moments to feel. No more earthly ecstasy. No more lies. No more No more... LIVING Inside everyones mind lives the truth of innocence, Hidden beneath the remnants of survival. In a bent and sophisticated world, Find the primitive urge and live it. Wrestle the rational urges. Find the truth and live it. Find a huge canyon. Jump in!
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Home Sweet Home
The world crumbles at our touch Bit by bit so make no fuss Each day a new chunk is ripped out And eaten Now Kotex float in oil slicks In the middle of the Atlantic abyss Jacques Cousteau weeps on TV but few care A feast for mankind of rivers and air A girl stands in the rain and screams as it burns her skin New genesis of fish swim in Jersey swamps Protruding teeth, and green skin Primal-futuristic pets of the refinery foreman Here Spike Here boy Come and get it Hyper space inventions run through my head An inner space adventure in an old Hotel room As escape from wretched mortality A fine woman dressed in red Free of age A glow of light World of fright Possessed In a rampant roar am I too a monster Once in a lifetime bottle of jack Take me to the river I'll never come back If ever, I was
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Home is where the Heart is
A swallowing of the Soul Life is How we dread the Mortal dread The Warrior undressed is the fear The fear thus the dread At precious moments A flood of courage Precious precious courage Trademark of the Warrior Which unlocks the door to the warriors clothes Dressed to kill he mounts his prey An American Dream poised for the moment at the warriors feet A golden bough of seduction deep mist of intrigue wild animal love fest A simple ode to the laws of cause and effect Triumphant in repose The warrior undressed once again The mortal dread lurking Waiting But never for too very long As a Warrior War is the proper Home of the Soul
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Piece by Piece
(Poetry version of a song)
An even roll of dice An empty dream you can't wait to step into You're in another world Because, this ones too hard to live up to Down with a dream on your face You believe in a place called easy street A dream of Hollywood One more for the road so you feel good You feel good Piece by piece you're taken in You and I were taken for a ride Looking for a place to hide I can't forget the time you fought that pain nearly went insane Big parades made for baseball came to take you home Won't you be mad and say you will be all the time? They'll steal your sense of humor You'll never be free Here we are so dance with me A golden kid in misery is too much to bear Even though time will pass and anyway Its fun to breathe I was in your arms but you and I could not afford to stay The way things are I'm glad no one ever taught me to trust I could never take a bite out of your arm And, pack my suitcase Innocence is the hardest virtue to behold Hold it tight Hold it right In a world that doesn't know the difference
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My American Dream
I would like perfectly smooth hands and bright white teeth Two girlfriends that don't know each other and a hat that looks right None of these things do I possess A lonely moment of realization told me so just the other day But I'm working real hard to obtain them as we speak Come to think of it, a dozen sunny days in a row A white Cadillac, from the nineteen fifties or sixties Whichever one is right A Hi Def Entertainment Center Some Native American stuff to be cool with Like moccasins or something A large swimming pool behind my larger Stanford White house Several Armani suits a third girlfriend in another State Wyoming maybe or L.A. and uhm some money to play with And a career in the movies Yes, like Bogart or Ted Turner or Sly Stallone Or even a new guy like Ben Affleck Somehow, I've got to get some of this stuff I mean, things are not looking that great at the moment Sometimes I think about my American Dream Maybe soon... Maybe sometime real soon It will all make sense
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THIS GIFT OF TIME

Tis no time as the future lies To purchase a Futon, the master plan of the day We haggle with an Arab bed salesman Long days of Sun and disillusionment Incredible sense of wonders way Dreams of a world in gallant struggle for rare deeds Made in earnest, laid bare before this young mans eyes A long road till the end we take This gift of time Time will teach all we need know The question remains Will it teach what we want to learn or What we must, come what may? This choice is ours alone to make Fate churns for us to take Or attempt to defy Its Heavenly quake I risk everything for the experience at hand The love of this moment, the seconds just passed The precious jewels that invent my life Keep me afloat in the stir of existence, on the edge of a thrill On a beach sandy crests or a grassy hill I roll down... down... and down further still Laughing & crying Too fast to worry, too crazy to care Lifes love full blown events I will someday call my past This endearing fatal moment My disdain for its passing My memories
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Liaison of the Doomed
A lunatic asylum of those still on the outside Known commonly in the neighborhood as Louie's Pre-dawn Tuesday morning comes around And it suddenly makes sense to go in and toss one down Bud, Tex and Ma sit at the bar Frenchy walks in smoking a joint Louie gets pissed and throws him out Zhey would never do zis in my Montreal Frenchy exclaims in his Canada The sun has passed but I have not I am buying drinks now for a chick named Shel A lovely young woman from Pittsburgh But has been living in New York for ten years now Louie's wife hates her Louie doesn't She wants to be an actress But is presently dancing at Show World on 8th Avenue Which is just like acting she assures me Harder even We have another round to celebrate her notoriety Louie's wife laughs at my gesture Louie smacks her in the face We all see it but no one says so Big Sherry walks in - A dyke from across the street With tattoos and a shaved head She makes Shel nervous I thought you gave up meat She says speaking past me to the charming Shel I become irate Shel smiles from the attention Other drinkers scatter when Big Sherry grabs Shel by the hair and Drags her kicking and screaming across the barroom floor I dive onto Big Sherry and a bottle breaks over my head The contents flow over my face and time stops For a brief moment I understand life and the universe An element of intense clarity overwhelms me As I smash Big Sherry in the face I know the meaning of life
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I am living in the moment A moment henceforth known as A barroom brawl with big Sherry over a girl named Shel
Heads
A head in a bowl of soup A lone spirit comes to The surface of a dark facade Who knew? Who knew? I crawl through the truth The hopeless truth The heart of the matter Who knew? Who knew? Who ever knows? No one!!! No one ever knows Thats the point!!! Well at least thats the truth! The God-created truth!!! I mean... What else is there? C'ept... the truth... Kiss me Kiss me in the rain Alone In the rain Kiss me in the Rain Alone Kiss me in the Sun OK I don't care Rain or Shine Just Kiss Me
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Find A Way
(Poetry version of a song)
I was lonely for a friend and I lost my shoes again So I went downtown to find an open inn Nobody could imagine my disgrace When I walked into the bar and was asked to leave the place So I went down to the corner and looked around for a phone I knew it was time that I had to go home Everyone I called collect said they were indisposed When they found out I was stuck out in the street without any clothes Find a way. Find a way before I die Out on the street on the corner and Im starting to cry Find a way. Find way before I die Im looking for a new way home Why cant I live my life like a normal person? Left out in the morning air from the night before I dont even know where I left my shoes I was out in Williamsburg hanging with some dudes We were out stealing hubcaps in the rain Dont blame their religion. Its not to blame The police are coming up the avenue Somebody called cause they knew I wasnt too cool Find a way Find a way, before I die Im looking for a new way home
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Avenue Hoche
The coffee is kicking in-what a rush A very old lady crosses Avenue Hoche She argues with her cane as The noble looking Italian women at the next table sips her Badoit avec citron I am You are They are... A simple moment in a day of sun Composed in part by A series of low hissing sounds A lean, smart Parisian laughs at my first French joke Well, it's an American joke told in French Either way we laugh when My heart leaps suddenly at the smile of a young Basque vision of beauty The waiter has seen it a thousand times "I will get the check Monsieur." He takes my empty cup Then melts into the caf I sit still and watch her olive skin expand with Each of her tiny enormous breaths Velvet by sight Translucent in the sun Her young carefree boyfriend notices my gaze He stares back at me blankly I wonder of the moment he will realize what they were He will be, thirty-three, perhaps He will sit at this very table, in this very caf He will remember her smile, her soft skin The way she walked talked and touched him He will mourn the memory itself This fleeting remembrance of his gift from God As the voitures of the future float quietly by, he will think of me The way I looked into their world My gaze into the future that, he now holds as his life He will know the meaning of my face Their moment My dream A magnificent discovery will overcome him As he sips my coffee Puffing my cigar he will think of me, as me, as himself Yet of her Time will melt into place
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His life will become my face For the waiter who interrupts his thoughts On this Saturday afternoon on Avenue Hoche
Dancing with the Moon
Reams of cotton fill my head As it overwhelms me not for the first time The spin of the world, as I lay in a beat old bed In a dingy motel room somewhere in America I close one eye but it only gets worse Spinning round its axis and, around the sun I become dizzy and my heart begins to flutter I grab hold of the sheets, cause I feel like I'm gonna fall off It's spinning too fast around and around I can't do a thing to stop it I want to get off, but I can't I'm holding on tight to the mattress now and Just, as I am about to be thrown into The frigid abyss of deep space forever She exits the bathroom and looks at me You got a cigarette? She says I let go of the bed and float over to her She must be the moon, the full naked moon I light her cigarette, pour some drinks, and we dance I'm dancing with the moon.
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All in Good Time
In time everything will change Life pretends eternity In that nothing seems to alter Its inevitable course Deep down I frown on my wants My need of sex A tender trap of lovelorn seduction I've trampled through a romp of rue to get here Where am I? Now I can't stop Help the poor boy with his shoes fer Petes sake Will ya...? True Love or just a dream? My heart is breaking now I cannot appreciate the simple meandering Each moment a lifetime in hell I suppose I should have known. Should have seen it coming The fact is I did I was powerless though Powerless over my love for a dream No different from any other Are we all actors in the greatest farce in the universe? If so, raise the curtain for I am through with the farce Forgive me the all too mortal end This loss of human spirit A spirit once so rosy and gay Once bursting at the seams with life All for a life not even my own To possess her was my quest To survive her my fate
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Is it truly this we must survive? Or myself who must wait? (more) (All in Good Time, CONT)
How long will I yearn for that which loves me not
What will it send me to? To what level of mayhem? What gory details will I be ruminating a year from now? I shudder to think I do not love right now Only terror in store for me The bitterness of life, not the joy of living I yearn to remember that This too shall pass Only not just yet All in good time All in good time
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A While to Do
It took me a while A coupla weeks But now that I got it I'm almost through
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Take Me Home, Please
I jump in a cab after a long night of drinking... We travel too fast down Broadway I watch the lights flicker by, faster and faster, until mesmerized. Suddenly I'm not in a Taxi Cab. I'm on a hot-shot rocket to the moon on a fantastic journey. A trip to my past... Teeny-bopper dreams, and an old yellow car. This girl named Maggie, and a bottle of Gin. We hit a bump in the road and pull to a red light stop. A moment passes in and out of focus, and we're off again. Me, and my taxi driver The lights begin whizzing by again, faster and faster. I see my old schoolyard. There I am. A schoolyard fight; My first. Hit hard in the chest, I fall to the ground The terror grips me. Then from a depth I have since known came the anger. I rise to eye level with the boy who hit me and go for his face. I want to rip off his skin. I can see myself tearing it from the kid's skull and throwing it to the ground. Bits of his face mixed with gushing blood, hair , dirt and teeth, then his eyes and his throat. But, the Sisters come and take us away before any of this can take place. The images are coming faster now as we race down 7th Avenue: Flipping baseball cards on the curb with Stuart, and my Dads new car; a Chevy Caprice, the way it smelled up the whole garage. Just a few days before could have been a lifetime away.
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(MORE)
(TAKE ME HOME PLEASE CONT) The old black church I snuck into as a child. very large enormous black ladies collapsing to fever-songs. If my parents ever found out I'd have been shot. Martin and I trading lunch and bits of stuff beneath huge Plane trees, behind the school; They thought we were strange... Vonnie's dick without balls shown with proud grief, in the boys room. His Aunt from Georgia or Tennessee chopped them off in response to his incestuous advances to his cousin Denise, who is now in our class at school. And who now no one will even look atwe won't dare. She has seen it, we all know. She told us about it. And now we are in the boys room seeing it for ourselves. Impossible, but there it is. I want to touch it, but I'm afraid to We gasp in horror holding our own with our cupped hands; the first and last to see, and believe, again and again. Look at me. I'm alone. Sitting on a curb. There I am, Weeping. Finally we come to a stop. It's my house on east twelfth street. "Eight fifty" comes the voice I reach in my pocket and pay him. I step out of the cab and there she is falling into focus on the sidewalk. She's a hooker and I know it, even if I pretend to myself she's not. She smiles and I take her upstairs. She undresses me. How quickly I ease into the world of splendor and deceit. I take a quick check to be sure it's not Denise and that her aunt isn't around Here in my drunken repose it begins A monsoon of love juice comedy hijinx. Houdini. My memories, passions, mystery and remorse; disappear in the face of it. The mere thought of escape from the wretched mortality I always seem to find at the end of the rainbow. At the end of the hall, or the end of the highway; The highway to Hell
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A Faith of Reckoning
A bewitching proposition; Faith The seeming by-product of a flat spin, A thorn in the flesh, Or some other horrible event... Like flogging a dead horse I rush through the confusion Through life A frightened young girl knows my name. I wonder how to comfort her existence The glitter surrounds her like thousand fireflies of delight. Exhausted... Relieved... A small town A wild fling with an older woman Two simple yet astounding blemishes The Liberties of a modern day Don Juan Soon to become a modern day Don Quixote... Faith Such a fine weapon To withdraw the gall of bitterness Which makes game of me That surrounds me on this icy winter night Alone I run to life Chased by death Holding the light so I might see...
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A Certain Hunger
A million midnight dreams cover a million faces On the night-light streets of Bombay Young and old, ravenous to the core They search for truth beyond the veil of illusion A loud blast Screams: Then loud wailing erupts From beyond the shantytown of newspaper huts Which belie my storybook vision of the Arabian Sea A young girl rushes by Tears explode from her sweet young ferocious face onto mine She stops suddenly and turns towards me Kneeling, she wipes her still moist tears from my face With her one remaining hand as a way of apology Her parents had cut off her other hand years ago To make her a more sympathetic beggar It works, I think I cry my own tears at this news and say a small prayer You've lived an entire life in your mind A small bonus of the modern world of fame and fortune Go out to the streets where other fellow creatures live and breath Poor, poor miserable fellow creatures Watch as they cry clinging to the heels of a dream A dream come and gone a thousand nightmares ago A dream of life A fantastic life Of a dream...
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A Moment
Sitting alone in Junes Bar he imagines himself in a sad show He's the hero and she loves him He's been here for hours He couldn't find his way home So bantered about like Dante until he ended up here Finally, a moment of elation-Can it last? He wishes it, and smiles But it doesn't The police have arrived They are speaking with June and looking his way In this story he's the loner A forsaken lover, twice betrayed Once the soft spot in her heart A place in the Sun Gin and Lemonade Living for fun Half moon rising He daydreams the impossible dream And strives to make it so Nights in happy with Her The cops are tapping him on the shoulder now His tears begin to flow He knows he shouldn't have done it June pours him one for the road Bourbon, no ice He looks up at her old smile It's on the house She says. Come back soon But she knows he won't be back. Not soon any ways The police take him gently away A sorrowful exit They can sense his pain He didn't mean to do it It's obvious now Now that they have him by the arms
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Arms stained with, Her blood
Reasons for drinking...
Scenic views of a lost world come to me in my palpitating dreams I wonder back to Time spent in the outskirts of town, With her... An old desert trailer and some garbage In back of the old church How the air rendered sounds of howling beasts. Desert winds at our back. The light changes I cross the street Fifth Avenue and Twenty First street How many times have I been here before? I decide a pop, just to ease the pain. I try the old number. My skull shrinks with each ring. Each sip of whiskey... I have met one of lifes great pains: The longing for something that isn't there At times like this I know everything. I am an artist of incredible skill: Self deception; And laugh I laugh so hard it hurts. At this moment death has no meaning. It could come sweep me away and I would welcome it. So, I decide a drink. Just t'ease the pain
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Fading
Fading... Like dust into shadow Or blonde hairs on a tan leg at the beach When the Sun goes in Actually the clouds come out We only say, the Sun goes in Why? Yeah... Oh yeah... Uhmmmm... Fading... The details of her face In the dim light of the bar And I know I've had one too many Now, even the meaning of her words, are Fading...
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I Am What I Am
To live like a man Is all a man needs To feel like a man Is all he really wants To be a man Is all a man could do Not to be a woman
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Larger than Life
I've got a really big heart. I've had it from the start And every time I go out, I keep hearing people shout. We need it! We need a piece of your heart We've got a heavy day ahead of us we need it to start. Everybody, everybody, everybody Wants a piece of my heart. The masterpieces in my life are very, very young. I need my really big heart, so I don't lose my tongue. I know that I'm on fire from my head down to my toes. I'm a mega-personality that everybody knows. I can't go outside without a clever disguise. Too many people see me. I have nightmares of their eyes. Those glaring eyes never stop when youre on the top We need it. We need to know what the love of millions does. Now I'm on the road to panic street in a nightmare thats real. Until I whip it out, a huge red bleeding heart. That beats a beat for happenings and sex machines And friends from left and right Everybody, everybody, everybody, Wants a piece of my heart. But I've none to give away And it will always happen this way. I wake up in the morning with my heart up in a sling And soon enough I start to hear the Liliputions sing. We need a piece of your heart
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AMERICAN ALERT
Ah... at last a War on our soil! Could it be? When, I wonder... The terrorists? We are the terrorists: Every American taxpayer. I will think twice about every Arab cab driver Carry a gun Tip less, Hold the comments such as "Have you tried a shower?" People will forget about AIDS For A time and screw like mad again Ah... the passion of War The passion of the streets It bears upon the soul The fear The dread for horror The passion of the Arab men The smelly Arab men who will rape and pillage-Ha! It is I who gets up from the smell of fear Like all those who have nothing to lose We accept unity in fear, in war... A war of Devils Ours and theirs
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ELKO
Now and then I see a roaming vision. A mount of departure It only just arrived. A small favor Disguised as a midget named Elko, he smelt like shit. A lone goat odor Followed by relief. A smmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmall fffffffffffffffflower.
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Only This
Only dead wood on Gulf Shores Sun setting wind elastic pores Then long winding swamp boat as my Seminole guide David Tiger sails too fast To remember can keep me from lingering Carefree no more A flower is not a gift It must be taken home and cared for Love is never the same ever Twice Lost moments are to be embraced Tangled forces of memory find way to my face By the simple fact of love lost The divine grace which once was mine Until the moment she said goodbye How long could it have lasted? I only knew not forever Now that she's gone I can't forget Sunny eyes set big in a rosy face Till death do us part never entered the picture
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The Holiday Box

Only now can I admit the perils that are mine The obsessed moments William Blake wrote that "The road of excess leads to the Palace of Wisdom" Only the road is a long hard road full of pitfalls and dead-end turn-around one night stands on Your ass in a cold hotel room of peeling paint cigarette butts and frozen dreams The dreams of your life as an endless stream of what ifs An iconoclastic piece of elastic memory A counting of lies A daily tally of your long lost youth The road to the graveyard is paved with these mistakes The forsaken moments you insisted on giving away Sometimes just for the fun of it Just to see em' laugh Or cry You really had em goin' It was plain to see Now what? How to follow an act like this? Man, tough gig to follow An old timer meets me in the street his hand outstretched I stare into his eyes The last tear took its exit a long time ago Too bad you weren't there to see it You love the details of remorse The gory details of spent lives It gives you a kick Yeah, a kick in the head The rain falling outside my window on the big town defines my present feelings of sorrow and pity A couple days in my room with some Chinese Rocks and the TV A lovely little combo I like to call the Holiday Box It takes me far away but it's a round trip fare and I always end up where I started On the road to where I don't know? Sometimes lonely sometimes laughing Always the road
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The Challenge
Highway robbery if only I could put on a sofa a girl in a hood Nighttime pleasures if only I could I wonder of the people who do and who knew The fiend in the closet I know him well very well. All too well were you to ask I never go elsewhere whilst wearing a mask Only to walk past a moment of pleasure or possibly pain A face for all seasons to out wit the weight of existence To out-fox the fatal blow lifes reckoning Of Lust How could I have done it? I'll never know To slither and plunder to depths so low To fathom my motive Too subtle to know To deem excusable would you have to know All of the moments that make up a life A time of rejoicing A time for you to blow I know what this sounds like a hole in the wall. But don't forget the Great Palace Ball Time cannot change us We only forget What motivates strangers Motivates us
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Midnight Phantom Lover
A virginal fireball of thunderous passion, of lust, discovers me by accident, So told, one night, yet perhaps by fate? I ponder this. A sex-charged lustrous dark night phantom of mysterious impulses Drawn clear by a wet electric fuzz sensation, known commonly as a telephone call. Over which velvet images of her soft bright-white thighs and breasts, Is translated to me. Her endless desires, her charms, tirelessly approaching orgasmic reactions to The mere Sound of my commands, deep into the boundless resplendent laminations of an Obscured Nocturnal swing. Her blissful yet, listless romantic images burst forth into flowery blooms of fire; Exclaimed as lost expressions of excitable pleasure. Expressions that find their way to me by some unknown property of grace And hover about for a time in; my bedroom-my sanctuary-my bed Where far-flung imaginings of my wondrous Midnight phantom lovers scent, emerge fearlessly from my pillows. The shadows of her wild essence scream across the walls-fill my room I reconstruct her reverie in a golden dream floating naked upon her bed, Legs spread wide as instructed, enslaved to me by her intriguing sexual secrets. Secrets that now spill from her, filling like a pool of loves invention, her world of Mischievous encounter. Her dripping wet vulva. Her lusciously voluptuous, hips. She grinds hopelessly into nothingness for I am not there to engage her in the Physical rights that stir deep within her and that lurk about her; these lucid stalwart Visions of the unknown Causing her phosphorescent mind to wonder and reel of the boundless tempestuous images: A wild-animal love-fest with the man who will introduce her, without question to Original sin Our minds engage hindered by the absence of physical proof the ancient right of passage Into the realm of deep-hot-secretive-intimate Sexual-wet enlightened love mutually sought by creatures such. Take to wing my sweet gift into the mysterious unfathomable nocturnal Ecstasy that eludes you Allow hearts to fly high above the long dreary fog riddled middle-passage of fear Into the metazoan renaissance of delight, bodies yearn to fulfill. Know without limitations the ultimate fate of intemperate natures we, which are due inevitably To boil fever like through unseen and intensified Venus de Milo apparitions far beyond mere Linguistic challenges in the dark chaperoned journey of endless celebrated dreams of lust, Presently encumbered, imagined. Your love an island unto itself no more.
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When We were Still In Love

(Thank you Mr. Green)
How can you mend a broken heart? How can you stop the rain from fallin' down? Somebody please tell me Tell me... Al Green makes sense I can't make sense on my own right now So he must I go to the ice tray and get some ice for a whiskey and I remember She was here when I made this ice Just last night When we were still in love The night she stopped calling me Daddy I can still feel the breeze. That rustles through the trees Those misty memories of days gone by... But we could never see tomorrow .will you believe, No one, no one. no one ever told us about the sorrow; A broken man... And mine is... She won't come back I'm sure this time It's too much work now this I know True love is never like shoveling snow I saw it coming Even tried to get out of the way It found me this time just like it will next When we were still in love
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Watching TV with Tex

I'm watching TV with Tex. Her milk filled breasts an added roadside attraction Of sex and excitement for the many generous men she entertains This worn out vision of youth A yearning never ending notion Likely never to repeat itself in the short time I will be here A mourning for the lost moments of earthly delights High exotic lover on a cloud of indifference Highway visions on a Texas girls chest A false excursion into the soul of man A baffling misadventure that may never be forgotten Soon to become an enduring nightmare A foul smelling trained killer visits her one evening She knows how to behave so good So very good... Never again will she open her heart Not to a man... Not entirely What life has given man has taken A one-sided love affair if ever there was one A prime example of pity and remorse An event better forgotten on a cold rainy night Watching TV with Tex
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Goodbye Sweet Kiss

I'll never forget her tears that night The whimsy gone From her face The panic that follows folly The naked moment just shared A fatal slip I'll never forget Her tears that night Or mine
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Rosalie
A picture is worth a thousand words So what's a laugh worth? A thousand pictures? A hundred bucks? A hundred fifty? When I was a boy life was so grand Now it costs a grand to feel like a boy I sip on a whiskey in a midtown bar Fine long legs and a pretty scarf I buy her a drink and she laughs Laughs so hard it hurts Me, not her I ask for her name and she says Who wants to know? How to answer a question like that? I do I say, smiling Rosalie is the answer Rosalie I say Rosalie You don't look like a Rosalie That's okay, you don't look like my husband We sit there in the dim light of the bar getting plastered Hours go by I order another round, then notice she's gone Rosalie I say, smiling Rosalie
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A Sweet Flower
I wander through the shadows of life in the new millennium. Ensnared by the mystery of modern delusion and deception. Alone... When her stunning eyes pierce me with challenging gesture. I am drawn sharply into them. These commanding eyes of graceful: Yes They penetrate me deeply as, Her knowing lipstick smile stops me to breathe. It knows something I do not, this eloquent smile of beauty and power My chin is taken by the sweet gentle grasp of her majestic hand My knees weaken as she tilts my head upward to her eyes, unchallenged. Captivated, I submit to her power and beauty. Her spellbinding gaze, pierce my eyes... I am as helpless captive! Firmly, her sweet gentle clasp, draws me ever closer to her commanding smile. She takes from me: A kiss! This sweet magic kiss awakens in me a return to the world of three dimensions. Awakened, I seize her hair in my powerful hand. I fathom the immense power of this incredible flower. She struggles with the moment, unsure. My clasp evolves from gentle to firm and assured as I lay her down. She succumbs to my intent, the sweet thirst within her. A sweet glowing fragrance of lust My eyes delve deeply into hers, Deeper and deeper still, until at her very soul Helpless, she must give to me completely her immense power. Hungrily, she unfolds as a rose in July. Her mouth once knowing, searches for my sweet commanding kiss. She opens to me, entirely as a flowers bloom; Eager to the sun. Relinquished in soft surrender. She transforms A Sweet Flower
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Alone Again
My sadness erupts at the thought of her face A sullen expression as she said goodbye Sift through the rubble that is me. I look her way. Shes not there. A lipstick stained coffee cup sits in for her. An unkind gesture Lipstick belongs to lips and anatomy in general But no, here it is on a coffee cup. Her coffee cup It used to be hers. Now it is mine. All mine. Alone again. What time is it? Oh shit! Im late
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Longing
Accidents occur as does love My doorstep far away now as I lean back in a jumbo jet Streaming forth at jet speeds Shaking occasionally. Like now... I think back to recall My feelings of the recent past Observations made suddenly worthwhile as The memories wash over me Alone in my tiny Jumbo Jet seat I think When will I meet her? Who will she be? Kind? Yes. Her sweet face inescapable A telling face in which sit two enthusiastic slightly sad eyes Eyes that portray the wisdom of Lifes gifts and, hardships The beauty of angels flying like moths across The great Nebraska plain in spring Her body beholds grace of the great Gazelle Who fly across the ancient African sunrise Her mouth? I won't consider her mouth, as I am beginning to suspect now that If I were to give up this fantasy My dreams may come true
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Magic Life
A chime rings from a distant room I repeat my longing to the moon Who I am convinced listens yet responds not A far cry from my imagined paradise of good intent Created from the all too rare glowing fragments of the society in which I reside A brief yet enduring dream of those beckoned by longing hearts For a less harmful engagement of their fellow man A gooseneck slide into human benevolence Not unlike a third base runner sliding into home on a sacrifice fly An agreement encountered as habitual Time slays a distant gloom and I glimpse the meaning of faith A harp-sung journey to the edge of night Rearing a loose-knit fabric of brilliance, of light The mere allowance of the unknown its ballast I sing for the moon, a love song of tiny sorrows Or disgrace but wait, this on my face, a smile? -- To battle my tears of bewilderment? So odd a moment which concerns itself with the reasons why Man does as he does and does as he thinks he must Only now that my heart has been lifted To the cosmic reaches of the moon and beyond A galactic awakening of a simple milky way journey Enthroned with the power of one Inside of which am I do I come forth to heed what is known by all Ready or not and however deeply buried, as the simple truths What is before me then I am to deduce is in fact what is before me What is to come is yet to be And not my own to foresee But the unraveling in time With much appropriate consequence A sweet magic Life
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TEDDY
I hope you and Teddy get along. Divine creature that he is A plunderous, sometimes misanthropic pursuant of publicly unspeakable unmentionables, sectional erotica and experience-proud balls-ass naked mother f-er! Exuding irreverence not merely through lavish rodomontade, but through a rollaway lunge. A catastrophic blessing; grace vulgas in a perpetual state of luminous. Some find him lupine, a lure to their more momentous nature. A right of passage to the Riviera of the mind, heart and soul Just what is the cost of freedom? Just what is the freedom of cost? Ah! Ooze... oozing... Oodles of on-line onlookers As Teddy might retort Ya, gotta understand. Pain is good for pleasure Ooze... Oodles of ooze... Teddy: Governor general, lover of whores, faggots and outcasts of superior nature Scams flimflams and those in the slammer. Encapsulating cheap and deep circus poise. The equipoise for the still faced nodding to the Endman, hoping he goes away... Teddy: Free for the cost of freedom. Free: The four letter word of the New Millennium. A bourgeois commodity A hop-heads dream. A modern day mystery A contemporaneous enigma Free: Unreliable at best, always temporary and, most likely bogus and blasphemous Hardly the amalgamated fun-house, roller coaster, nosegay, hot-bed, hot-rod, bang-bang, hotshot's hot-spot, late night three days running hospice on a hot-blooded hot-pot gravy train, give it up, hot line to the world, hot-house tomato and pepper on a hot plate to grease me, release me, to please me that it should be Believe me. I know what I'm talking about. So does Teddy. He won't diddle or dawdle to a lackluster craze. His proscenium intact, he is left to aspire the pulpit: His end! So he slips into pulse modulation; pulse jetting fragments of pulse-a-tile truths. He knows puckish linguistics bombard brain diaphragms implanted by years of treachery; Personnel and political, self-grandiose, rationalizing, ultimately fascist and instantly gratifying to the beholder. Teddy is no objective tool of the common good, or is he? Oh, how good it could be, if only... Teddy is an ethicists madman for all occasions. Give him an Eton jacket and he'll spit it out on fire.
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Teddy: Very real to ethereal. Have him with your morning cereal. Teddy: A gas! An ethnic white man Deification due to delinquency and delicious delirium Teddy: A roaming moaning taboo enclave of self-joyous romp! Teddy: An endearing endearment. A contra-wise continuum A high rolling buddy, to all who seek his court. Those who dare smash to bits the proscenium, which separates them, instead of drudging on and on to the drone of contrivances made of ghosts wailing in the form of fellow droopy, drowsy, bloodshot, hacking, whacking, functional bleeding wheeling hack-em ups. Those chasing dream justice; wanting to be Caesar, but only managing Brut Teddy: A lounge class love feast high as a kite modern day Druid A polycentric poltergeist to the evangelical polymorphs Wan hypocrites; hyperventilating to the sounds of currency divine as they merchandize Hypodermic injections of superfluous religious raunchy rhetoric anthem antics. A-super-fix-ticket-to-heaven-can-I-afford-a first-class-fare? Oh God I've got bills to pay can I be saved for maybe... ten a month? Okay, I know I can afford more; Twenty okay? I'll cut down somewhere but just save me! Release-me, grease-me, please-me... Teddy says; "These TV evangelists are causing a spiritual rheumatism. The anti-fix amen! A twenty please; You want to be saved don't you? Again there is Teddy: Our misanthropic anthropologist. The anti-climax is complete. Get dressed, get on your hog and answer them. They' re calling out to you. They want and need you to bust and stomp them. Teddy: Rosebud. Teddy: Saint Teddy; Size em up and sell them the truth for half of what they're paying for false praying. Save them from they're savings accounts. Who's Teddy you ask? Maybe youre Teddy. I think there are a lot of Teddy's out there pissing away in some esoteric swirl of mirth. Or perhaps a corporate chump, or maybe even a politician could be Teddy. Teddy is in all of us waiting to get out. Just rub yourself the right way and Teddy will appear like a huge magic genie ready to grant you three wishes and a kiss! A hyphenated swelter of the best virtue: Innocence. Teddy: A chump you say? A clown? Ha! Remember "He who laughs last... Yes: You can fool some of the people all of the time and all of the people some of the time, but you can't put one over on old Teddy!
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Teddy: The key master, the muck caster, the lead in to tonights news. Hear it and adhere it to something and forget about it. You probably couldnt afford it anyway. But then you'd be a moose with a hat-rack if you knew the truth about Teddy. Everyones Heathcliff A beacon to the bacon-consuming herds of tumultuous grim reapers and Dorian Grays Palpitating severely retroactive personalities acting out the visions of Hieronymous Bosch. Teddy: The boy next door. The girl down the hall, who you believe is living proof that there is a God! Teddy: Two people balling, soaring to daring heights of ecstatic aesthetic. Yes, and don't you know, brutality is always knocking on Teddy's door? Making sure he's home then nailing it shut? Ten-penny nails Finish nails; Coffin nails for crying out loud... Yeah, a lot of people claim to be Teddy, some are, most of them aren't. Most Teddies don't know who they are. They merely wonder who everyone else is. In fact it is my firm belief that everyone has met or at least seen Teddy. In themselves, or in someone else but they think he's insane. The pulsating tincture of Teddy at play blows most peoples minds one way or the other. Teddy is a powerful fundamental terror. No Prima Donna either, Teddy is a full time, full blown kindred to us all, like it or not. He'll haunt your ass or kiss it; it's up to you. So, take a sincere and serious look-see. Or make ready a make-believe normal posture in our great civilization. As corrupt and obsolete as it is, it's no wonder it's crumbling. And oozing out from its cortex is who else? You guessed it: Teddy! That infernal Teddy That happenstance slaphappy do-no-wrong hack-em up! The milestone in our midst The punchy pure Punch and Judy Show. That scandalous scalawag Scapegoat of the scared and stodgy And me? Well, I'm no structural linguist. If ya don't get what I'm saying ask Teddy to translate this for you. It's 5:26 AM January 10, 1993. I didn't sleep last night cause Teddy came to visit, as he sometimes does. I've seen him on TV scared and mutilated or just himself, Tell Tale Teddy: Tete-beche on a Texas tower. So take off your high-hat, high life, high muck-a-muck junkies and Have a high-time, high-keyed, high-jump on the high-road or the high-seas or in a high-rise. Give me the hi-sign or give it to Teddy. Hit hell or high water with treason and high-tension and watch the high-toned hit the highways on a high-wire act on some high-priced, high-proof, high-comedy high-jinks and get some high-flown, high-falutin' fun.
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Take a hillbilly to a high level with the high livers and see a high-pitched high-fidelity all out shoot-em up. Complete with a high-priest speaking high-German during the high-holidays and watch Teddy wail with mirth, as the height of the high-spirited eloquence of the divine moment sends the high-bred high-tailing it as they unsuccessfully attempt to trick their way into the high place where the only thing you'll get is a handshake and a smile from Teddy himself!
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COOL RAIN
Apples and Rockets A day at the beach Holiday madness I want to reach Coming to see you on a blade of grass Sharp razor bone A quiet jet plane A tooth fairy farm girl lies on the ridge Cool rain Tells her a story of Eons ago The wonder of wonders There is no where to go
Although Cool Rain is one of the shortest poems I have ever composed, it just may be the wisest. I dedicate it with all my heart and soul with full humility, to my sweet ever curious, daughter Claudia Maris Bov. May, though your adventures bring you far and wide across this; Gods amazing earth, you always know the wisdom of this simple poem. I will love you always. See you in heaven, Daddy.
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A Luxury of Time
Dedicated to my sweet son Nicholas T. Bove I remember things now A luxury of time Chilling memories of time passing quickly The blink of an eye Fond ones when time ambled on a gentle breeze Sublime as July And a butterfly That appears from the trees Clouds... Only seven years old Life is all fun and games A dream Yet, already you're waiting Waiting Waiting You sit there on the lawn with a baseball In your hand and you wait Somehow you're already aware of it Even now as a small precious child A bleak vision of a lost world The one you are presently in You begin to wonder of the one Which you are about to enter Mere gossip from the moon Not to worry... Pray hope and don't worry There isn't much more a good person Could really do about it anyhow
I dedicate this poem to my son Nicholas Theodore Bov, who very often can almost make me believe I have traveled through time and dimension to see myself as a young boy. May, though your adventures bring you far and wide across this; Gods amazing earth, you always know the wisdom of this simple poem. I will love you always. See you in heaven, Daddy.
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The Ghostly Deluxe

Sublime betrayal of wonder-lust Appeases each gray hair Wandering towards a fair tomorrow Disguised as riches but nay Eons to hours of life in dream Moments to treasure before growing pains flee Silently through dark passage of night Appears the true in heavenly light Divine intrusions of stipulated wonder Simple to reveal betrayals blunder Come to me in my palpitating dreams Divine destruction of every scream Naked lies smiling frown The dreams of a child fallen down The bloom of a rose belies darkness of night Away float possessive trappings of fright No more will I delve the path deep and dark Forever it seems have I known it a lark Now it is I who smiles a frown as I let go the ghostly deluxe to the ground
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Loves Breeze
I will feel love's breeze As wind through the trees Dance through my soul On a magic carpet ride My spirit will glide As gravity gives way And trees begin to sway My heart will soar to heights Where no more the city lights Flicker in my brain But now it starts to rain As though I could care I let it fill my hair I'll never be the same Now I'm singing in the rain
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The Mysteries Divine

2008 by Peter D. Bov
Ah the mysteries divine... Conjured from a hidden dimension Of light speed quantum wish dust Otherwise known as a Guardian Angel? Sweeping forces of heady difficult grace To be loved if fulfilled Measured by a different purpose Beyond the eloquent thrill Of a kiss Or a dance While afloat In the heart of another Then, fearless give way The moments must betray Infinity and beyond The universe a pond Ah the mysteries divine Sweet ocular device For the vision of the soul When all is washed away Engaged in sweet respite Trappings of earthly delight To fathom what they must A clean getaway from lust Never will we explain The sweet ecstasy of pain Spontaneous acts of kindness Of these Mysteries Divine
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The Ancient Beach Mist

Orphan Waves drown wounded kisses As drunken shadows dance upon the moon Oceanic castaways upon the sea foam We laugh with lightening eyes Forgotten whispers Hush rapacious delirium Mysterious riddles hidden beyond the surf The memory of stars in timeless night When awkward earthly murmurs Silky beneath the sand Heal mourning for the drowsy navel of before Yet, with morning smiling delicious spring rain We sigh and falter afar Where furtive love hunted found Is cast into the ancient beach mist And once more timidly dies
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Claire
Her name was Claire Her soul held flare As I watched her smile that night Her eyes enticing Her mind demure Yet never moving slowly I found her there Behind her hair And instantly wanted to know her It was her laugh Deep in tone That first grabbed my attention Time would tell if Id break the shell Shed built around her invention So I wrote her a poem Before she went home And left the rest to Gods intervention
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It Must Be Spring
Wild intrusions The madness of spring Cause me to shutter a tempestuous roar She a blossom of wonder and delight Its spring I tell myself and bound to occur A lure that builds within reaches only imagined What then must I do? To alleviate, demonstrative acts of kindness? Of, lust? Ah, the lust which sculpts my direction this day Which causes me to leap and sway Back to the place which I have scorned and abandoned That warm heated place deep within It has left its trace on me a sin It must spring I tell myself. How can I begin? To betray this deep biological nuance Of physical grace The passions of spring Or will I sing odes? To spring
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Where Nothing is Wrong
Thick washes of memory invade my rest People long gone from this world Like the happily robust trumpet man From the tiny Italian marching band His face made red from the homemade wine Blowing his horn at my Dads invitation Theyd come to honor Saint Rocco the Divine And to fill with song the driveway celebration Wine and song found me early in life Neither has yet to depart Many sorrows have they taken away Which filled deep my tender heart From a sometimes elegant but mournful existence Found on this pale blue Earth As sweet as she is she ends with a fizz Her gravity pulls at me always Pulling me down down And down further still Until my doctor, he offers a pill Which I refuse preferring the muse Of what did I call it before? Still always welcome with little resistance A sometimes elegant yet mournful existence Of wine and song where nothing is wrong
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Wake Up America
Obama is no born citizen Of this once great USA He can only be our president If we look the other way Wake up and smell the fascism This country suffers from Remember! We are the Americans Escaped from banker scum But only for a little while till banksters had their fun Congress did they beguile The Federal Reserve Act did they style After the Act of 1871 Made Washington DC a corporation in denial Of the organic constitution In the face of treachery and duplicity Brave men died to style And now it is you who is thoroughly beguiled Wake Up America! To the Freedom they hoped wed keep Wake Up America! We are not helpless sheep Wake Up America! Things have never been worse Wake Up America! Youre living under the curse Of angry Satans Government In absolute betrayal Of every persons right To Liberty and Freedom Stand up and take to fight Before even this pale illusion of independence gives way For it is with your very souls that you will need to pay And in other worldly darkness Will you no more see the light You must be fast asleep to think anything is all right Wake up America! Stand up and fight! This fraudulent inauguration day will seal your fate Wake up America! Wake up! Before its too late
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Invitation to Eternity
1979/2007 by Peter D. Bov
Invitation to eternity Calls me each new day Actions I must take As pine trees sway Awash in sweet blue sea Gesture of divinity Even as I betray The truth in drift away Right me while I pray And walk the razors edge Here I will not stay But venture the unknown instead Where mysteries betray knowledge At once I thought I held Far deeper must I go Yet whom do I tell? Oblivion its secret goal A race that does not know Intricacies of the deception The place to which it holds Far below the Serpent Who runs this unearthly show So much they havent told you So much you need to know
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Or Was It?
1981 by Peter Bov So thoroughly embedded not realizing when It ends So will the illusion The precious fragments of polymorphous invention and collusion An embroidered face of scum and guts will be bought and sold Heaven on Earth for a price The rich end, and who are the owners? Stolen comforts plague rulers until the temptation is overwhelming Satisfaction, a myth of timelessness In a degrading reality of time and place No disguise can mask what has come and gone without a trace to its Victims Does it matter that the life of all mankind through millennia Can be likened to the life of a single man from birth to death? Too deep in the throws of his own bestial and contemptuous existence Of pious indignity to wonder of the dream? This faade? the Ferris Wheel of life? This eternal palace ball? The beacon of enchantment was not goodness personified. Or was it?
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So we might see
What once was Eden is now the machine Dark and foreboding no more do we gleam With Heavenly light to cause such a fright We traded our Souls for humanely goals I meditate or is it too late? Can we succeed to overcome greed? I attempt to still the mind Set it free In hopes that God will speak to me How I yearn for a simpler time Before he Industrial Revolution lie A revolution, which now I see Moved us farther from the Mystery In opposition to our divine right The very source of a glorious life Now we lay stranded in exile ruled by forces dark Deception is law for the rank and file All but few are slaves on this earth I have seen the puppetry the strings of betrayal pull How they make us dance not to divine but false promises full Broken yet unseen to the grand illusion, do we cling A spider web of lust for what is not our own Strings pull faster and harder to the bone It gives to us shadows not light Are we unable or unwilling to view its plight? Trapped and lost on the road to perdition We Deny the truth that will set us free Weve redefined the truth as lies As more we let go the Gardens ties Eden yes What was ours Not a dream Is now replaced by the dark machine Though chased by fear from darkness flee Seek the light so we might see
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Eagle-ness Surprise
Over-dimensional cracks of stupefying enigmas Lazy lizard wax of fine crested liners All too rich for the waiting heroes of eons ago And to say with a sway onward Onward to the lands of flying erasers Minds guise policies-surprise Real disguises of peoples minds Floating in a pond of apathy The too comfortable people Wait for eagle-ness to set them free From royal fragments of offensive urban verbs A would be quintessential awakening Rising from the surf like a thousand gray birds in winter A slow condensation of sorts in the skull Dock wholloppers smooth and crooning to Junes airs And the fish captured plunder to policies surprise Much too late because They are already dead eagle-ness policies surprise Every now and then Occasionally mind you I get a glimpse of what its really all about With this I can often weep and go get drunk
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Educated Fool
Youve memorized the alphabet And many made up facts But you may never understand The insidious attacks On Your Liberty and Freedom This land has bow engaged Upon our sons and daughters Where is the justified rage? Which should be on the minds and lips Of every American So endless the infractions I know not where to begin To tell you of true lies Shrouded and affected deep in mystery Created to enslave you Is invented, history You are obliged and even proud To learn and memorize Too few the minds who know This is wool pulled over you eyes Learn to think and question as they Everything that you see Or soon we will all be sinking Into the bottomless sea Of global domination Made in Secrecy For many they wish elimination An end to Sovereignty By the New World Order Ruled by Money Masters Wake up this is disorder Soon to wreak disaster You think you know the truth But in lies do you believe Youre an educated fool So easy to deceive
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For Freedom of our Souls

I cant believe its happened What are we going to do? So many people sleeping Who dont know wrong from true Our lives are regulated In everything we do So few truly educated Are heard by me or you Meaningless meanderings As distractions are instead Accepted as important Have you lost your head? The owners have rejected Peace on earth for ownership Control of all the masses Soon to insert the chip To watch and hear and follow Every step and word and thought Into your hand it goes theyll say For your life this is a better way Be not so absent to this allow For our children are not cattle Be bold the time is now To enter into battle Every waking moment now you see Is war for good or evil; a state of emergency Gather up and rise No more accept the lies No more alibis Can we ever need to make For Freedom of our Souls Is what we have at stake
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Where are the Young Soul Rebels?

Everywhere I look they are not there Running in circles Without a world in care Faded glory in its stead do I find Myself deep in wonder How this did we plunder? This you ask? Do I say? Heaven on Earth no more A steady decline Emptiness in heart to the core Do you now possess and why? For thousands of years The hedonism you crave Manipulates your fears And makes you its slave This world you seek Is beyond your reach Were you to touch it Your goodness would breach And upon your Soul Will walls crash down Then will you frown The job would be done No more could you run Your fate will be sealed An eternity revealed In Hell Soldiers of a shared vision Who once fought tooth and nail For freedom of our souls Now watch television Have they gone for good? Where are the young soul rebels? To fight the gall of bitterness Of so many in denial of the truth Where are the young Soul Rebels? Find yourselves! Come back! Come Home before the final attack Where are the young Soul Rebels?
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As We Sleep
Darkness fell upon us when time hid the truth When might we awaken to the snare of this noose? What might we learn? Where might we be? When we open our eyes, what might we see? For now we are sleeping awash in this haze Indifferent to the call for glorious days All in Gods time I once was told But what does this mean? What might unfold? Why am I here? What must I do? To answer the question and learn what is true? I ask these few questions, in earnest I keep My quest to discover why do we sleep? When plentiful the signs from God up above If we ponder the mystery and seek only love Awaken sweet children, for look as we sleep So much is occurring to know is to weep That we have forsaken the ultimate prize Of heaven on earth let us open our eyes To this prison we keep, we live such as sheep Deceived, led astray, with our souls will we pay That we trade them for wealth is our earthly masters goal Let go dust disguised as riches, seek His love with all your soul Then may we fathom that we are of light Though Adam and Eve from Eden took flight Now here we are sleeping unknown is the truth So hard is the path that will let us break loose From this dimension and realize that we Were made in His image and meant to be free Now made in His image runs through my mind In what ways exactly are we in kind? Were we meant divine graces of telepathy, of flight? But our brains remain largely in darkness of night Divine is our nature this may we learn To realize His plan or will our souls burn Nary a peep does He hear as we sleep Awaken sweet children, for the pain will not keep
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Cupid Then?
2010 by Peter Bov
A sadness long lived has parted Enchantment in its stead do I find This do I fathom now As dizziness pervades A bounty as boundless as the sea So great as to end the sorrow Then without apology will I defend the honor She a blossom of a Guardian Angel Cupid then? No matter, divine in nature and intent So neer will I refrain my path To all that is good and sweet
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Due to circumstances beyond my control, I am the master of my fate and captain of my soul. D Hofstadter

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