<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=544143" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Abject Poverty</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Abject Poverty</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For A.B.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Access them early, but slowly. Before sight or text.<br>Meaning-full hope: <br>The stems of dreams: the wanton spring-picked <br>Full-bloomed flowers...Rx, Rx.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don't look to the past, or ahead, <br>Nor down or up for that matter.<br>Have some manners and dial in and to what's within...<br>Pay little mind if you get the wrong number, <br>Just dial again, and again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spill it, vent it, scream it, cry it, <br>Or pontificate on the dirty soap box 'cause you stand upon It; <br>For the cold washing waters has not yet cleansed <br>The hands, head and heart...your Spirit! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We begin to tell all, the voice of an already spoken: HOWL! <br>With tears and ashes more compact than an ocean of fears-<br>Once we were drowning, until now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh God, we sing your praises when the Egos and the Politics<br>Take a momentary back seat (a salivating nap) , the higher mind's slave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What lies beneath, LIES in hard minutes, and easy years of Denial<br>Anxiously explain...<br>How-vile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">True-self is good.<br>It serves us stronger when we are weaker later.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, help the good friend, as the bad stranger becomes<br>Your only blue righteous companion; <br>For what is red flesh and Truth wills itself to be a friend-<br>Long term, long run, let's run the term of this white course<br>Together.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How could one hate something they have never thought to Love, <br>Or perhaps just never a term such as hate uttered the love of: 'MOVE ON! '<br>But equally-do we decide this? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No politics of the Soul-is Bliss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">c.2010 John Carroll Walls</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Walls">John Walls</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=544143" data-title="Abject Poverty de John Walls" data-description="Abject Poverty For A.B. Access them early, but slowly. Before sight or text. Meaning-full hope: The stems of dreams: the wanton spring-picked Full-bloomed flowers...Rx, Rx. Don't look to the past, or ahead, Nor down or up for that matter. Ha..."></div> </div> </div>

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