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by

Kenneth Yellen

My soul is tareing
Through my bones
Through my skin
Through my clothes
Leaving my body my brain
My blood is still
My heart wont beat
My body is cold
Dead
My life has ended
and left in a picture frame
Some say their lives will
never be the same
They wonder how it was
did I suffer when truth,death
came
I hear and come to them
and comfort them
and see them
and carress
and cunsume them gently
with my soul when they
speak my name
They feel a sudden chill
and tears spill and drip
and soak the earth
and their tears falling
soaking my soul I feel
honest beautifull
Love

Lost and Dancing

by

Kenneth Yellen

Carress me like the soft rays of a new morning sun
carressing the earth
Notime
No limits
No pain
No end
No begining
Only freedom
Lost and dancing creating worlds from
a sea of dreams
Shadowing any terror of life
In your eye's I see the universe
Your arm's hold eternity

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Kenneth Yellen

Moan,weep and cry for the dead inside my mind
Graveyards and tombs scattered within
Sometimes asking why left only with
Goodby
Laid out flat can't speak can't think
Fate's stomping me with anciant feet
Only to look down at me in my eye's
and wink
Left only with goodby and an exhausted
Sigh

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Kenneth Yellen

Good freinds
Mountain of beer bottles
Crazy lauphter,easy smiles
at the day's end
Girls are teasing my mind
Pleasing my eye's
Kiss and carress
Sweet and wet
Softly spoken lies in the dark
Foolish love's slow death

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by

Kenneth Yellen

Surround me with your love
With your dreams
Your voice,words
With your skin
I see you all
I love you all
Poets of the night
Burning minds on fire
Poets creating worlds
with emotions and their
infinite meanings
Poets true and bold
Hearts beating to an
eternal orchestra of life
Soul breathing
Thoughts screaming
Memories bleeding
falling like rain
All masks have turned to
dust

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by

Kenneth Yellen

The oceans will flood the land
Mountains will be swept away
The stars will stare down to earth
as they do in such a curious way
Bombs will fall and god will have his
and the devil too
Time will cease and oblivion
will swallow all and it will
happen over and over again
Let me spend my hours writeing and thinking
I cannot speak
Nothing matters anyway it will all pass
and change and fade away
I dont care everything is shit!!
I care so much I cant get passed it
Everything is beutifull!!
Trashcan full overflowing with
cum soaked toilet paper
Drowning in my own semen
sticky with life
I want to be fucked suck
Wild dogs and rats chaseing me
biteing me in my dreams I
suck my own dick
I see the death of the people
I love and I wake up sweating
feeling very lonley and sad
I go into the yard and
breeth in the sweet breath of
Earth and watch leaves shake in
the mindless growing of
perfection

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Kenneth Yellen

Cars roll by
Cool breeze surrouds me
Everything seems smooth and even
Sunk deep into the srong consuming arms ofthe night
Lying on my back on the grass looking up to the
stars
CHRIST!!!
Jesus christ you were a star
You were a superstar
Yer all washed up!
Will ya make a comeback
One nation under god?!!
One nation over god!!
God under nations dirty feet
Dirty from the rotten ground spoild sour
On the suface everything is a god damn machine
and its ganna fuckin breack down
Its not just America
Christ the whole fuckin world is......
Flush it down with the rest of the shit
Christ maybe we're all washed up
Is it us?
Flush it down and purifie, bring it back to the surface
clean and let it flood
Is it hopeless now?
Let it flood
Ill put a god damn doller in yer basket but dont
talk to me about fuckin sheep and sheperds
preist of fadeing words its deeper than that so
reach down deep and pull it up and spit it out and
shout it out if it really matters to you
I dont believe in fuckin god anyway
We are gods and we are devils
Now and in the past hell and heaven on earth
Now and then its hopeless
A river af maddness flows through the veins of
conciousnes
Dive in
Pull the plug and let it drain into oblivion
God damn all suffering
God damn all hate and starvation
and god damn all racism and slavery and
god damn all ignorant minds greedy insane
dripping mouths wet for murder cold and empty
MONEY MONEY!!!!!!! god damn frowns with pride!
Its a fuckin machine blood beast thirsty for more
dying screaming moaning groaning crying
You were right Bob the times were a changein
and their changein now so my freinds rise to your feet
and lift up your souls and open your eyes
but dont be hyptnotized by false lying cries
Its fast so keep up and know its on you and on me
Preach for peace but know war will never cease
Know what is good and live it or
live and cry and never feel peace
Up in Whashington those old men are oout of touch
Their eyes are green
put down all petty melancholy damnit
Sing and dance to the univese arm in arm
And it hasnt been said fuckin enough to love
Love and destroy this fuckin machine
Killing in gods name
Yer all crazy!!!!!
Atomic bombs I dont have to say anything about war and
Dont let mad scientists take over
My freinds its only the begining!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lying on my back looking up to the stars I think of
my future
I think of how I want to quit my job and travle
write and play guitar and I wish I could sing
I wana take a train far away from this land
Wana sail the seas
Catch a breeze from my dreamin mind
Somethin like that in 12 bar blues
I wish I had a voice like an old black man
Like Lightenin Hopkins or Robert Jhonson who is
a lyrical and musical geius
I think of doin that all the time
Every time a train passes by and shakes my grandmothers
house like an earthquake

Wild howling dogs
Railroad folk singers
Old blues songs
Ride the blind away from home
Town to town strange faces surround
The devil hides in a dress
Im goin down to sin again
Cars on fire
Tire pile
Jobs hard little money
Rat race so fased paced
The soils rich, gun barrel
is warm, children fed
Its good to be home
Black clouds cover the sun
Storms roarin
Roamin dead
Spirits whisperin in my ear
as I ly in bed
I want to cry
Cant help but laugh instead
It feels good to be home

My life feels like a prison sometimes
Im 21 years old and I cant remember ever being in my
mothers arms
I am lonly
I have four freinds in this world
Ron,Jen,a guitar and a pen
Is anyone reading me???????????????????

Where were you?

by

Kenneth Yellen

Walking slow with
a heavy stride
Wandering in
endless
night

Birds laughing
screaming

What do you got to hide

Birds in flight

Electric lights
Beat cops
Taxi cabs
Automobiles

Out for the hell of
it
Need the fresh air
Strange stares

Get made
paid
laid
saved

Shopingcart homeless
collecting cans
Kids walking by
holding hands
Cigarett buts
in the sand