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Free Speech

Why do they hate him so
When he just wants
To help us
Be safe -
Be prosperous?

I am aghast
People who,
To my knowledge, never,
Ever, spoke
About politics before
Are now so adamant
That
One cannot say
Anything
At all

I have to remember not
To speak
Or they may never speak to
Me
Again

It's bizarre
What have we become
That we cannot speak
Are not allowed
An opinion ?

Those who say
Free speech is a good thing
Now
Allow
No one
To say
Anything
At all 

Just Sayin'

Along the lines of 

Overreaching people -

Over-arching egos -

We now have 

The

"Tango Teacher" 

I have never met one 

Who understood this dance 

But how could they ? 

They don't know you -

And how sweet you are 

Within the music 

Within the song 

As it plays 

As it sways 

And the embrace 

They worry and fiddle 

With steps and contortions 

While we enter into 

The tango cloud 

And float around. 

It may be a case of 

More knowledge ruining 

Something -

Like zen 

- only don't know -

And you will know more 

Than those who 

Think they know 

-chill-

Notate:

Looking somewhere

For a little 

Peace 

Something to 

Remind me of 

The fact that 

We all die 

We all cry 

And 

Not to get too 

Upset about it 

A "friend" 

Tells me and tells me 

What 

She would 

Have me do 

Take the chill pill 

Now 

Not later 

Don't, for 

God's sake, 

Let me interrupt 

Your train 

Of thought 

Your chain 

Around everyone's neck 

That all must do 

As you would have them 

Do 

Lighten up -

I

Thank you for your 

Advise 

But 

Not for the delivery 

Style 

Next time 

( and I'm sure there will 

Be one )

What 

Shall I do ? 

Breath deeply, 

Smile sweetly, 

Ask a question back

Which I know - Ms. 

Know it all -

Won't know the answer to. 

Maybe an experiment 

Could be 

Made 

Along those lines 

Not to be unkind 

But yes -

In self defense 

We shall see -

I'll get back to you 

     On that 

Oh Phone -

Oh phone 

In my pocket 

Why 

Have you not yet 

Spoken ?

Why do you remain 

Mute ?

You are adequately 

Charged -

And yet you do not 

Ring !

What am I to believe? 

That he does not think 

Of me -

That he is sufficient 

Unto himself 

As if 

A boat 

Tossed upon 

An assure sea -

Oh me 

Oh my -

What am I 

In high school? 

We are senior citizens 

Here -

Facing 

Imminently 

Our own 

Demise 

Dancing on the deck of the 

Sinking Titanic 

Comes to mind 

Do we never learn ?

Do I never learn ?

To become so Zen that 

The cessation of existence 

Is merely a philosophical 

Question ?

Oh but the Zen Masters never 

Knew 

Such a one 

As 

You -

If they had 

Their Haiku would have been 

All about 

The strength and the 

Character 

And the kindness 

Of you -

Forget about 

The grasshoppers 

And the cherry blossoms 

And the moon ! 

- Still the phone sits 

In 

Deep Meditation