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    The Positive Prime, a book of Poetry

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      In the end

      Our poets and prophets

      Meet their end

      Not ours;

      We all only leave here

      What we each brought.

      The names remain nameless

      Like all words,

      That only symbolized what we cannot say

      SOME ARE TOO FAT, SOME TOO SKINNY,

      WHILE SOME DONT HAVE ANY

      Some are just too fat

      Some are too skinny

      While other dont have anything to eat

      They can eat and never get enough

      They wont eat any, I do not know why?

      But they starve too death.

      Do they eat because it is just there?

      Do they not eat because it leaves a bad taste in their mouths?

      How can you let a child starve to death?

      We war for oil; we warred for gold and diamonds

      We warred for peace and democracy

      We will never war for them to eat!

      If there is a war worth fighting for then,

      It got to be for them.

      Who would not fight for the children?

      If there are so many bombs and bullets then,

      None fell or were shot for the children who had nothing

      That is why they throw up their food to stay skinny

      That is why they are eating everything in sight

      The body knows whats right:

      The mind cannot decide it.

      If you had a dollar you would give it for them to eat.

      So why cannot the government decide if they should give them your dollars?

      And just debate about it as if you cannot decide.

      We can understand and explain the red tape like it is a history lesson

      BUT we have to learn that lesson before it eats us ALL alive.

      .

      TO BILL GATES

      (For Wanda)

      I heard that you are a fifty-fiver.

      I see where all my money went-

      So much that you emptied the pot.

      So I know what I don't got

      But I could have been you

      You could have been me,

      Somewhat-

      I like what I didn't do

      And you made it through.

      It's more than they see in you.

      I know about you!

      But even more important,

      I see more about me

      That my path I did keep.

      You would have been my all and all,

      When, the bottom fell through.

      Why I am and am not you?

      Take your places,

      On youre mark

      (Stay in your lanes)

      Set and go!

      OUR MIND'S HEARTS

      Mental illness is not just an illness of the mind

      But it is of the hearts.

      Too many people are broken-hearted

      By social, economic, and humanitarian problems

      That we see, realizing that

      In our heart we know

      It could be rectified

      There being more common sense and compassion.

      Not being socially and politically influenced by

      The ignorance,

      Lacking the knowledge and the understanding for each other;

      We refused to give in to the status quo of what our (normal)

      Sanity is.

      Taught and designed to serve for the greater good.

      We as people must remain open with ever our deepest

      Conviction to what is only real.

      Because were not the Nazis wrong?

      Is not the slave owner wrong?

      And this world was never flat.

      The heart and soul of civilization must be selective.

      A view from all angles-

      Even the insanities, are not wrong!

      Just least tolerated!

      1 in five Americans may have a mental illness during life.

      You do not have to do what the voices say, (Please do not! You may not know that person!)

      But know, you can question and always remember why they were there?

      -In our mind's heart.

      ITS BEEN A WHILE

      You know that we all grow muscles,

      Eventually!

      It is like, we come of age.

      Nothing and no one stays like that.

      But there remains

      The same obstacles: myself and other people.

      I have grown to know that it becomes

      More other people and less myself

      Because I can always guise myself,

      Less I know the others.

      It is a bitter pill to swallow

      That I WILL NEVER BE RIGHT!

      Those others know,

      While they do not!

      I know if I am right or not!

      Is this the illness or

      Do we care more about power than being right?

      Do we have rights?

      Some times fools are cruel!

      Is it more what you look like?

      Than, what you look at?

      Or do we just keep

      Spinning the same one wheel?

      Has our life gone anywhere?

      Is it just the donut?

      Maybe it is backwards we go,

      Then up is not the other down,

      What way is go?

      Since the world isnt flat

      Has it grown bigger?

      Caught up in my madness

      I can go on forever....

      Until you are not me

      I am this animal first.

      Before, I am a man

      (That is all science has learned).

      I humble myself

      Before those who are humbler.

      Returning home I have a feast!

      Life is this lowly thing.

      The more I have, the less I need

      The greed makes me have more

      And the needy still need

      There is only one world!

      If we can split the atom

      Then we can make two worlds?

      Make three, four new realities?

      It is possible-

      If a fool is wrong once

      He need not test the water again!

      He is going to be foolish!

      I easily lose compassion for him,

      Because he cries for equality,

      But being foolish

      He can only count to one.

      Home is where the heart is.

      It is not the same as being outside.

      So, you best cover yourself up!

      MY THOUGHTS ON 9/11

      I knew it!

      I was afraid to say it

      But I knew something very

      Basic was wrong with the USA

      Really!

      This is what I (really) felt on that day.

      I asked myself

      Not what they had done against my country (I saw that!)

      But what the hell had my country had done against them?

      Then, there was Enron and all the rest.

      I then said, This is what happened!

      This is what my country did to those people to make them hate me so much!!

      We are told in the media that we

      Are okay with the rest of the world

      But this is not the truth! They hate me!

      If the likes of Enron and the rest are our ambassadors

      Here and abroad.

      If they are cheating strong beautiful American

      People out of there life saving (in America)

      I do not want to know how a foreigner (in a foreign land)

      Is treated by these people of good will?

      We have a justice system to protect us from big business.

      (Though it may seem not to be in our favor some times)

      Imagine what chance a beautiful black African baby with AIDS has.

      Maybe, Jihad IS GOD being God, which only he can do!

      Just as only he can save us all,
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      Only HE can send a destruction and defiance

      As horrible as what I saw on 9/11!

      There is only one God, you see!

      WORDS

      Take the English name Adam and how he was called the first man

      Then there is the atom which is the building block of matter

      Matter is just stuff that became important all of a sudden (It mattered!)

      Take the word prophet, a special person

      And the word profits, the extra money you make after you pay for everything.

      Sometimes a prophet is the one who is an extra special person without worldly cares

      That risk being unimportant or it all

      For things bigger than self!

      Insanity over saneness-

      Simply over complexity-

      Easy burdens over the heavy-weights of the world

      And even sometimes life over death.

      To maximize your profits in business you also must take risks

      (Money is as money does, tough!)

      Take the word: Poet

      It simply means in any language

      A poor idiot

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