Jan Freundschuh

If you live in the present,
You are a soul that has
Chosen the crest of the wave.
Hello, Fellow Crestor.
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Oo-oh Freedom......Oo-oh Freedom.........

I'm all for freedom!
Freedom of the brain!
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'When I am dead, my Dearest, sing no sad song for me.........'
No! That's not what I meant to say (that old poem from my youth) .......
I meant to say, When I am dead and on the other side.........
I hope I don't make a mistake, and
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I have been such a follower
In my life
If shown a picture book, of birds, hidden
In a leafy tree-top,
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Purple, as in flowers,
Has an after image of blue
Such that, spreading out from petunia,
One has to check,
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Where do the butterflies hide in a storm?
What do the hummingbirds do in high winds?

And why do I ponder on victims?
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I'm needing to write
In praise of the
Common squirrel.
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My mother, whose rhythms were so regular
That she knew what day I'd be born,
Said I beat her by half an hour;
I was in such a hurry!
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As a small child my father
Showed me the pretty lights of
The big city
As we drove home at night.
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Eventually
Everyone has to
Design-a-world.
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We voluntarily rush towards oblivion
Every night at bedtime.
We close our eyes and hope
To shoot ourselves, hurtle ourselves
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When I consider where I came from
As a soul,
..Soul....
I never feel it's something
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I am used to finding that edge
That slice
That escape angle
Where circumstances around me
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Hey, Hey, brother Dylan, I wrote you a poem,

Been thinkin', 'bout your choices,
Elder brother,
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If I were being robbed
And Robin Hood appeared
Bow drawn, and
Ran the creep away,
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The Code is calling to my attention again,
The code of Life, that is -
I am struggling to decode.
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In my dream, my father saw me off
On my oceanic voyage to the other side
Of the world.
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I didn't know there was a red tulip
Planted among the Lunaria's purple?
A volunteer?
No, bulbs don't 'volunteer'.
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Don't argue.
Change the energy.

To a chilled person on a March errand,
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When I was a young man, there were
Trees, and wanderlust, and the roof-line.
It led me away, and I went gratefully
And thus, my life has been acted upon
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