Posted by Ralph E. Cook on Jan 14, 2018 in Day Gun
Shadows surface killer whale
Shark fin lockless monster tale.
Hold the reigns this woolly mammoth
Pull my finger trickster hand fist.
Let me kiss you here goodnight
Sweet dreams fight lucid fright.
Talking back to the mirror
You could use a trim hear hear.
What you will until fulfilled
Nothing’s free there is a bill.
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Heard your heart beating.
A tap on the window…let me in…let me in
bad directions brought you
here.
You want my body to burn? Burn it
You want bones to break? Break them
Take it all out on me.
Then be free.
For awhile
Until another triggers your belief.
Summon the witch mob if you like, but remember I bite.
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Posted by Ralph E. Cook on Dec 29, 2017 in Day Gun
Wait. Wait. Rest.
Winter me.
Everything in
the Great Hollow Tree.
A warm whisper tongue
sings it true.
Some days I get it wrong,
someday flowers bloom.
Some days I fled to run
from falling night.
Quiet heals,
reflection brings sight.
The time is ripe,
ripe for you.
To say I Love,
I Love You True.
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Posted by Ralph E. Cook on Dec 24, 2017 in Day Gun
Dear ones beware,
there are trophy hunters out there
who long to skin bare
your conquered carcass without care.
Never real or sincere,
your love a meal for their lair.
For until you prepare
to shield yourself for spiritual warfare,
the wild horse of your heart
may be mounted like a trophy hunt.
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Posted by Ralph E. Cook on Oct 13, 2017 in Day Gun
Conformity what a bore
Never wild, tame like a dog
Lame like a horse, just put it down
Be free from the chore.
Collectivism what a play
Used to divide, take freedom away.
Taught in the schools
brought home to fools
Playing the game
day after day…
life after life
Rotting your soul,
just do what you’re told.
Pay no mind and follow the blind?
OR
Find your own damn way!
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Posted by Ralph E. Cook on Sep 20, 2017 in Day Gun
I pledge alligators to the State Health Department
which force feeds Minnesotans
a toxic waste slurry
in our water
under God indivisible
with plenty of slurry for all.
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A 12 year study on the effects of fluoride on children’s IQ’s:
https://ehp.niehs.nih.gov/ehp655/
Posted by Ralph E. Cook on Sep 15, 2017 in Day Gun
Ants with warheads dream evermore deeply
Mind infection force fed to the sleepy.
Cycles of time wipe clean eras’ great lies
An 80 year earth breath goes sy, cough cough, sy.
So what is the crop on this farm?
Who is the farmer if we are the farmed?
I’ll tell you this much, but you won’t believe me
This place: a school for souls to hone feelings.
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Posted by Ralph E. Cook on Aug 27, 2017 in Day Gun
Three shots from a passivist’s home
(This is what happens when I’m left alone).
1.) Body life in this world is hard
Many do what they can to speed up their end.
2.) Society is nuts and corrupt
Successors in the charade march in a death parade.
3.) What do you feed with your life?
It’s never too late to rise above strife.
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Stuck, struck and sucked by fear
Can’t move
Only down.
Just, like before and before and before
Be for your Self.
A tapping foot gateway,
open door to the dance floor.
Process is play
shadow and day.
Light and night
Your own steps, right
where you need to be.
Will, You dance with me!
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Posted by Ralph E. Cook on Jul 30, 2017 in Day Gun
Sweaty palms and suffering
Hiding from Truth
a full-time lie.
Shed your skin and dive right in
No time to waste
once you’ve had a taste.
Try and try and try
Until you see it’s not easy
Just, as it should be.
I believe in you
do you me?
Call if you need a slap in the face.
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Posted by Ralph E. Cook on Jul 23, 2017 in Day Gun
Hey, let’s play all day!
Rather than fight through the night
Which side is right?
Lost with no sight,
we all dwell in night.
It’s time to have fun
like we were young.
Loosing track of time
seeing everything as fine
grains of sand washing away
in a flood of Love.
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Hey, let’s play all day!
Rather than fight through the night
Which side is right?
Lost with no sight,
we all dwell in night.
It’s time to have fun
like we were young.
Loosing track of time
seeing everything as fine
grains of sand washing away
in a flood of Love.
Day Gun