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I FORGIVE MYSELF





Everyway of knowing is blessed by scurrilous dogs and

Bootleggers. The government does not allow ecstasy to

Be sold so we have to find it in the back alleys and byways.



I went to the cathouse and they told me it could be two for

The price of one.  Why is it that women are devalued in such

A way. Methadone is state sponsored heroin, can we live with that?



I feel like weeping everyday but the pain is so deep it won’t come

Out. Please help me to extricate this pain.  I know it all started with

The Big Bang and the origin of the universe.  Will it ever stop?



So many people speak badly of us.  Don’t they know that we are

The Christ. Lord forgive them for that. There is no universe without

A dreamer.  I give credence to all the dreamers that suffer like Christ.



A drowsy numbness narcotizes my senses.  I know that I am a dreamer

And that the FBI chasing me in my dreams are nothing more than the

Unfinished business in my psyche.  Allow this purging to take place.



We are always floating in the shadows below the dock.  The dark hook

That seeks us out in those shadows is always saying farewell.  Goodbye

To you and all that you stand for.  Goodbye to your way of life and your joy.



The only way that I can give closure to the dream is to forgive.  I forgive all

In my dream that ever harmed me.  Yes, I forgive them because I know that

I am the dreamer that dreamt them in the first place. It is I who is forgiving myself.