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Here's a beggar in 2002
With some things
Maybe nothing to communicate
Maybe days are brighter than
Foresight that drifted in worry
Can end up in
The field of burnt up cadillacs

Driving down emotions
Watch unfolding
Scenes of inspiration
From brotherhood
Of unwriting poets
Rationalizing their survival
By honest means.

The meek one
Says to the radical
Whispers of cascading
Through the land of the timberwol
Blood thirsty for tree
Sap and recycling
One hundred dollar bills
While mothers care for
Tender ones who could
Care less.
Balance is the justice
Within and without the mind.
Trust in Love
Is the crazy thing.