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'The true profession of a man is to find his way to himself' Socialist-Buddhist, hard travelin', ramblin' cowboy/beatnik/hippy poet. I slowly, cautiously post my stuff on here; my early stuff is fairly innocent, my later stuff can be brutal. Greatest influences on my poetry are: Allen Ginsberg, Gary Snyder, Bob Marley, Grateful Dead, Kris Kristofferson, Townes Van Zandt, Hank Williams, Johnny Cash, John Denver, Woody Guthrie, Bob Dylan, Phil Ochs, Pete Seeger, bravery, cowardice, cigarettes, alcohol, drugs, sex, the mountains, the rivers, the forest, the oceans, the desert, the trees, the flowers, the grass, the dirt, the dust, the sand, the birds, the bears, the deer, the cats, the earth, the moon, the stars, the universe, the serenity of being, life, death, war, peace, love, above others 'tis love. 'Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose.' - Kristofferson (wrote it for Joplin) 'Let us be realists; let us insist on the impossible.' - Che Guevara 'Take it easy, but take it! ' - Guthrie '...the old people had learned how to comprise, how to get along, how to leave things as they were...but it was the young people who taught us all a lesson...' -Seeger Make love not war. Live fast, Die young. Remember the Alamo.)

The Best Poem Of Paul the Lion

Sweet Country Girl And I

My eyes first caught her across the street
She looked like someone I'd fancy to meet
She was wearing a long violet dress
But I was rugged and my hair was a mess

You were wondering who was this cat
Sitting on a rotten bench in a dirty cowboy hat
On his guitar he was trying to play some John Denver song
You laughed because half of his chords were wrong

She walked up and asked if I wanted a cuppa joe
I boyishly smiled and said 'I reckon so'
I strolled down the dirt road with this girl in a pretty gown
She said there wasn't a single paved street in town

At the restaurant he informed you that he was from Amarillo
Where the cops are awful and the democrats are yellow
You smiled and said 'tha pigs are worse here, I'll bet ya'
You nonetheless added 'welcome to Georgia'

I grinned as I stuck a Marlboro in my mouth
And told her it was my sixth trip down south
I said I enjoyed rural towns in this part of the States
Where life is simple with no technological updates

You somberly said you no longer find this place desirous
For the city of Atlanta is spreading like a virus
You said your days are full of concern and strife
For Atlanta's threatening your way of life

After coffee we took a long walk in the park
It was peaceful, there were no dogs there to bark
I told her I though she was very pretty
And apologized that I was so dirty

You bashfully accepted the compliments from this young man
And said 'well ah tra to make masef as beautiful as ah can'
Then he kissed you, which was a bit of a surprise
But you didn't mind as you closed your eyes

I felt kinda guilty for kissing her quickly without reason
So I told her she was obviously very smart and a good person
I said she was much nicer than city slicking bitches
Who are materialistic, dishonest and untrustworthy snitches

You looked into his weather hardened yet pretty face
And offered to take you both back to your place
He lowered his head and shyly agreed
You were glad you didn't have to plead

I awoke before her
With my mind a blur
But I hurriedly left a note saying I must catch a Greyhound
For it was San Francisco where I was bound

You woke up with an empty stare
For he was not there
You probably thought to him it was just a game
And that all men are the same

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