I Am Right

Jesus said to love your enemies.

Leftists, communists, socialists, environmentalists, are all my enemies.

I do not follow the pervert Jesus.

I am superior to Jesus.

I hate my enemies.

I hate all that which is evil and all those who are evil.

And l am right.

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To Be

To be me awake in my soul and in my mind;

To be me of my whole and my parts combined;

To be, to be, to be—

Is me, is me, is me,

Forever, now,

Again and again.

Me by myself,

No one needing,

For I, I sing,

Sing and sing and sing!

To be me awake in my soul and my mind

Is me, is me, is me!

Forever, now and again, I see—

To be, to be, to be!

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Appropriate

Appropriate—what a beautiful word!

Appropriate—it’s like a bird

That sings the songs you never heard!

Appropriate is so appropriate!

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Happy Birthday, Ayn Rand

Happy Birthday to that light which lit up the dark into day with her self-powered glow;

Happy Birthday to she, our leader of love for our being, and for all that we seek in enjoyment to know;

Happy Birthday, Egoistical Queen of Gold Knowledge, Steel Wisdom, Courage Unbeatable, Indaunted, On Top!

Happy Birthday, Ayn Rand,

Happy Birthday to You,

Happy Birthday to Reason that will never stop!

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Beside

Oh to be thrown alongside you napping,

Wave against slow-soft low wave lapping,

Snuggled in close with a rose-dream laughing

Laughter so fair that it throws soft tears.

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Don’t Like

I don’t just like you;

You don’t just like me.

I love, love, love—–you.

I love you.

You love—–me.

We both have discovered—–love.

Love has uncovered—-that it’s good to be.

I don’t just like you;

You don’t just like me.

We are essential—-to——us.

Your eyes are my eyes looking in and through.

My eyes are your eyes directing me to you.

You don’t like me;

I don’t like you.

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Narcissa

My love of me can only be

As great as my own sight of me,

Who am the light of all l be.

No other height can rise as high

As sacred me within my eye.

All beauty’s worth is here now shown

In my reflection earthly grown.

I am my own.

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