gypsy or a quaker?

Getting into violence and another reason,
aside from religious containments...


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Into recess, the gene-info rolls in,
redhaired children have a new something there.

Parents can be of any type of hair.

Colored blue, green or black
defer defer... another attack.


Tough one to live with,
in the time of no know,
only a basket...
mrs doorstep droppee.
blame it to some filthy gypsy.
a flower power without a start,

blame it on a stoic quaker,
livin' on a quake,
a have-to, get rid of it,
before they throw their darts. 

A night drop,
living-in imagines told,
a little extra chill,
chill-out in the cold.

A tiny witch wearing
a reg-in only ever
colored,
a dangerous red-gold.

Can't really hide it,
goes everywhere she goes.

"red hair, just hide it away, hide it away,
show some respect for your new mother-sitter
the one who cooks and cleans."

.....
Mother wears a frown,
it was a basket drop
not from her slutting around.

that way would have been better,
a forest to go back to and entertain.
.....


into the unspoken... what do you wear?
why that color of hair?

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2 sons, and now a daughter?
get real, this is a hate game
who is the ruiner of this mans' astral plane?

Take the sons in, as an army fresh,
"you do my bidding at every request."

Did you oversight or relook at me,
what's that snipe up,
are you trying to leader me?

Eyes down girl, eyes down.
this dude is junkin-in,
he is manchurian emperor time,
rules of the gorilla,
that is the way it will always be.


Never cry, never in front,
try to get a little artsy.

Lost it didn't you, your art table first.
Too big, a statement, owning a seat
a judges bench on the side,
whats with her,
Go paint outside,
its at least monet time now,
not some plymouth rocker craftin' inside.

want reality?

"this is my life,
a mutinizer speckin eyes in,
at my throne.
a takeover child,
as if its her home."

your a god damn witch,
just go to sleep,
in your little bathtub bed upstairs,
its pillow sided, and totally fair.
"comfortable, thank you father,
I love my new bed.

Thank you daddy,
pillows on the side,
I'm a princess,
living in the land of your wonderful care." 

the claws are painted aren't they?
to re-remind...
its flower power now,
a time where guitars freely struum,
not a tabernacle of glee clubic power.

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a gypsy or a quaker, am I bi-polar now?
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they're just retarded mormons, what else can i do,
lets practice philosphy live on these 4 few.

how fun, how fun,
thier redheads,
a total free play,

dang it,
with that fatherly anger though,
what a wishy life.

too many stars... i wished into,
letting that other group of celebs,
over-rise, hitlering movie propaganda
for more than the years of a few.


is this funny?
sinking dreams of the little witcha,
probably birthed somewhere in kansas
and now i have to feed her?

where's the proof, the proof its mine,
its sadisticly turned into
proof of ownership,
from a fortune-tellers rhyme.

cancel flower power,
its a total trick,
a love child, again ...red-haired and curly thick?


"a blood test", run one and all
a blood test will conquer our demanding call.

These are not my children,
yet I have to drive them around,
no way,

does this happen theyre practical fleas,
what is going on, are you talking back to me.

Who cares the plated scar
forever worn on your brothers face,
thats my option, and my decide,

talking back to me,
he was wording-over,
hair overgrowing and on the show of extra long,
a practical girl-as-a-boy for all to see.
a girl, across from the table wording out against me?

get out of here,
too rich in your overdecides,
it's my table and it's my life.

They're my plates, and my forks to fly,

owe.
a time spent long ago,
let it go,
let it go.

They're good and trimmed-up men now.

what's this church, what is the religion called?

money, mr spriro
money is their god.

want another painting?

sadacious remind

Ticket to ride?

I do not forget.,
What am I an elephant..in spirited animal remind,

A photo taken w/4 generations of women, from my mothers family,
all present, all visiting and a great aunt too.
A fantastic gathering of women,
a charm into and laughs held into the air far after the visit.

As if I had backers anew,
a new found warmth of easy-to-talk with people and a party of bond,
that strengthens away from, the other hates and energies of broken circumstance.

Endurance over the objectory male to persons kind.


She doesn't really talk much,
chides her great aunt,
with a disappoint to her.. as I was not being a little more entertaining,
She's like my older sister, already,"
she rebels out, without fears...into the foyered living room,
"how ridiculous, the worries around her everyday."


When the visit was over, the alive and allowed energy left,
and they all went back to Texas or some other state somewhere.


In a raft awaiting the reaction.
Anything to break the ice away from a titanic experience episode in-house.
Lets ride, ride those sleeping bags down the stairs again.
Fill the occlusion he feels struck with by the visitors.
... were back, as normal ... the children that move on.
I didn't really enjoy them that much,
deny deny deny, the extra happy at the new teddy bear grandma brought,

ignore the event, and never look back it on.
Not to a rewind into, nor a record of that experience ever known.

Perhaps I do not know their real names,
only persons I sneak into memory
and can re-read from the experience, as a book at night,
as a major event to contemplate of, that was once,
random chance allowed in my life.

The tensions surmount past a quieting of my furth.

The ax the big long handled ax,

My favorite place to sit at, the largest picnic table in the world,
in-house, that lived in our dining room. That table 5 7 9 feet
I back away as the swings entertain there.

Hacked to pieces, never again to dine from there.
11 feet away, backwards, back away, the kitchen is a momma there,
I protect to her that day.


Are we still walkin here, .