Activities of Buddy Bee Anthony

Grant even us cynical, non-beleivers, heretics and Saturday Sinners our peace.
Don't shoot, kill or beat me, marauding crusaders,
backed up by your army of wild beastly freaks.
I will awe and amaze you, I promise you'll love and adore me.
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Free born natural women or men
have the sense to tell
all too well
when they've been teased
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If your heart ain't in it.
If your heart and soul.
Your rock n roll ain't in it.
Then you ain't about it.
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Ed was a sawed off piece of greased lightening, tougher than steel, he was a a self proclaimed hobo. A loner Former Military, who wasn't going to be home for Christmas. His grizzled old think man, moved like a praying mantis, , shifting body and neck at near impossible angles. Like he was the model they used to create gumbie. Neck always on swivel. Livin' the only way he could ever live, the way he was born to live out doors the way he was trained to live. free. hobo style a camp in the high grass and bushy, tumbleweed, bulrushes, ,160 yards from the banks from the sleeping, Ganges stillness of the Colorado River. Ed's camp was strategically located on the outer perimeter, standing guard for the feral, a line of separation between a newbie like me, who he had already sized up as relatively harmless, and the scandalous, hateful, power hungry shiftless searching and wandering for Ed's belongings. He was certain they were out there and he was probably right No sanctuary out here from the Con artists, clowns, escape artists, and shape shifting, muggers, pretending by day to be landed aristocracy. by night, rapists, violent and dangerous weasels smelling blood and closing in and wearing down the [ pass out, drunks scotch and water, whores, quick change grifters, amusing hop heads, giving speed freaks, a royal working over. mind fucking female impersonators, short changing the coke heads. taking something away from those who have everything.As for Ed, his rules of engagment were simple. He said he liked to meet me, and cook me a meal, I can only guess, because he didn't like to eat alone.
But, his only rule was to announce myself before entering his piece of ground, before entering his inner sanctum. Because anyone who tried to sneak in unannounced, well, Ed would assume they were hostiles with ill intent for whatever he held dear and if nothing else, it was his personal spacee, so his rules of engagment was first announce yourself, since there is no door or wall here where Pitch a tent Ed, a holy man guru, Fairy king of the forest a man of the big river out here in this outback.. Sneak into his personal space without an invitation, and he'd have to assume you were a hostile and had intent to cause bodily harm
so, My new friend and dinner partner, Ed, the ex-Marine deep in his Semper Fi, ministry, would have to kill me If I don't announce myself when approaching his tarpaulin palace...
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Ed was a sawed off piece of greased lightening, tougher than steel, he was a a self proclaimed hobo. A loner Former Military, who wasn't going to be home for Christmas. His grizzled old think man, moved like a praying mantis, , shifting body and neck at near impossible angles. Like he was the model they used to create gumbie. Neck always on swivel. Livin' the only way he could ever live, the way he was born to live out doors the way he was trained to live. free. hobo style a camp in the high grass and bushy, tumbleweed, bulrushes, ,160 yards from the banks from the sleeping, Ganges stillness of the Colorado River. Ed's camp was strategically located on the outer perimeter, standing guard for the feral, a line of separation between a newbie like me, who he had already sized up as relatively harmless, and the scandalous, hateful, power hungry shiftless searching and wandering for Ed's belongings. He was certain they were out there and he was probably right No sanctuary out here from the Con artists, clowns, escape artists, and shape shifting, muggers, pretending by day to be landed aristocracy. by night, rapists, violent and dangerous weasels smelling blood and closing in and wearing down the [ pass out, drunks scotch and water, whores, quick change grifters, amusing hop heads, giving speed freaks, a royal working over. mind fucking female impersonators, short changing the coke heads. taking something away from those who have everything..
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Didn't anyone warn you to be careful, , the city would find you then grind you to dust, for the count, blood on the mat, Sometimes, even when you think you don't let it..
Every day you pray, on knees
that are frayed.
and say an anxious prayer
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Li'l Miss/Mister
Someday
you gonna drive my big fancy car
Li'l Miss/Mister Someday
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Hooray, just like a Shakespeare play,
you look so God awful good much a doin nothin' all day,
Strike another curious, though spurious pose
I like what the doc did
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She asked if I were to write a poem about her,
would I concede that she's my Helen Of Troy.
It's true, the holes I'm finding in my boat
are causing quite the stir.
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Yet, I want to be here, there, everywhere. all the time. I want to build my life on the forever highway. I want to be busking
on infinite boulevard. And, hugging, holding and kissing that special, soulful lover in an endless summer driving in my race car, convertible, hair flying in the breeze
on the everlasting avenue.. I want to be the first sentient creature to borrow the moon, rent out the stars,
Suck out the marrow from Venus and Mars
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