my brown-eyed girl im sorry for the la dee dah and other revolutionary ideas

What dominic
Strauss-kahn
I can what
Rajnikant I can
Im superman
Peter parker
I’m bruce wayne
Im still only
Trying in vain
The power
That will burn
Through your clothes
And get into your pants
Is not mine but yours
And only now I understand
Lets see how long
This lasts
I’m also a dog
A pup in your hands
I only have one
But love is how
You call my name
Im everywhere and
where you’re not
im there but I
shouldn’t have gone at all
it’s my faults
makes me a superhero
look at that gumption
for a mistake I’ve made
and proud because
I’ve heard what you
Had to say and
Il remake out of rubble
A house of faith
Where my seed will
Grow into rose bushes
I will remain
Forever in the petals
Which are yours
Forever yours but
So is the thorn
My careful hands
My hands to make
My heart burst

also


Let’s talk now
About something else
Let’s keep doing it
Changing the topic
Wherever the talk may turn
It will come back
to where it started
Till we realize best
would’ve been silence

I’m a pony in this city
A limping foundling
That pays no heed
To the flow of traffic
The mothers panic
And the girls shriek
It will be up to men
To do something
They discuss education
Rehabilitation and
relief and a useful
future in the service of kids
no wonder some of us
are afraid of pity and
little believe in charity
seeing the price one has
to pay for it
maybe some are grateful
I’m only a horse
and not the wind

they offer me a roof
I escape from the chimney


Hunterman jim corbett was of the opinion that it was more likely for an abandoned waif to come to harm among men than in the jungle. Well he didn’t completely say that but his emphatic avowal of the way of the jungle as a just and humane business automatically juxtaposes that picture with that of our disemboweled lebensraum to leave us with no doubt as to which world is in more need of the benefit of the doubt.
Now the only difference between wild and order is, freedom, where the opposite ends are not abundance and total lack but rather the extreme varieties, unencumbered and disciplined. But really with men it’s been there done that when it comes to freedom of the uninhibited kind. That was the state of nature for you. The state of nature is the country englishmen and much of their european cousins inhabited before the arrival of one hobbes. That was some time in the 1600s. Hobbes demonstrated that it was a capital decision to have seceded from that state and live in splendid isolation; it had already come to pass, he was only telling them about it so that they could behave themselves and follow the script. But anyway that state only entirely predisposes one to shopkeeping. Later our man darwin would come along and say that ours is also after all the animal story and truly there had always been much chaos at hand to dismiss him out of hand.
The social contract was the enshrinement of the common cause with subclauses dealing with mutual differences. But trust humans to be pedantic. Animals quite do the same thing and get by admirably without caucuses and corporations. That is what corbett means when he speaks of the unspoken law of the jungle. I would imagine we would have done a lot better for all that talking.


For unless you are a child at heart thou shalt not enter the kingdom of heaven.
Better still a babe in the woods. Even paris hilton wouldn’t mind that.


please see-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TG8Ect3Xn7w&feature=related