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breathless morning rush

judih — Sat, 10 May 2008 06:11:16 GMT

so much to do! so little time!
proofing the yeast for bread
doing my weightlifting for my health
writing my journal for my sanity
so much, so breathless
so cool to have a day to do or not to do!
breathless rush

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60% cocoa sounds

judih — Wed, 07 May 2008 15:41:09 GMT

sixty percent cocoa sounds swell
lifts softly
quells melancholy sighs
melts into functionally wonderful comfort
bite me, eat me, cocoa cries
i sympathize

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Easy Roll

WIREMAN — Fri, 02 May 2008 03:11:04 GMT

Late night bleeding
into dawn,

mist on moors
the golden glow,

black snake rests
in warmth of setting
concrete,

dreams creep back
into falling realities,

sun & moon, then
the other side

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scraping out of tragedy

judih — Thu, 01 May 2008 05:36:43 GMT

every word a blow
every look a shock
waking my sleepy mind

the roar of the war-planes
again fill the night
fear of tragedy
fear of being alone

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sweet spring breeze

judih — Sun, 27 Apr 2008 12:34:46 GMT

breeze follows me home today
loud but lovely
laced with jasmine flowers
She teases me on the uphill
but makes amends coming down
She shows me fields pristeenly shorn
Sand dunes keeping low profile
She whisks me towards the corral
While horses whinney into her delighted smile

breeze stays outside while i peek from within
She rustles pecan leaves
in a luscious crisp sound meant for solitary ears
She reminds me that life is a phantasmagoria
Yes, it is, she whispers
& she feeds my shaky backbone
in gollups of radiant belief

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Light Persists

WIREMAN — Mon, 28 Apr 2008 14:36:10 GMT

voice floating
over the flash
the moment when
the wave peaks
and crashes upon
the himalayas
the andean peaks
and the sierras
eternal and forever
coming from deep roots
nusrat fateh ali kahn

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Laying Low

WIREMAN — Fri, 25 Apr 2008 10:47:23 GMT

who'd a thunk it
fingers still crossed
superstitious cat
i don't deny that
a few days off and
my foots like out
of the frying pan
flip flop time
the snap against the
heel enlightening
day off from hot labor's
time for a saunter and
then some art pleasure

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i've heard that poetry is in

judih — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 09:13:32 GMT

Suddenly poetry is in
really, really cool
yes, just this morning it occured
poetry is in
and i've just heard
pass it on
quick
before it's out

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shade worshippers

judih — Wed, 23 Apr 2008 07:39:38 GMT

100 degrees in the shade
water in, no water out
sweat evaporates before it's felt

hot town, hot fields, hot trees
so hot that hot is seeking cool

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Sun Worshipers

WIREMAN — Sun, 20 Apr 2008 13:27:23 GMT

sandwiched between
the music & words
a light rises
each one of us
shines as bright
as the next
sunrise

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saturday morning

judih — Sat, 12 Apr 2008 04:25:51 GMT

no one watches Jaws anymore
TV puts on Jaws
Sneakers sneaks into 2008
No one watches TV anymore
movies take over Saturday morning
nobody watches Saturday anymore

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walking through an orange grove

judih — Mon, 14 Apr 2008 04:06:34 GMT

if the orange blossoms call, answer
walk through the trees
bees, birds, leaves all cycling with the year
the crunch of branches
sudden hare pops from nowhere
new earth unfolds
a moment away from human turmoil
life replenishes life in rich simplicity

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the fruit of darkness

ultra_low_frequency — Tue, 15 Apr 2008 10:49:34 GMT

i am the rind
you left behind
in your haste
to peel a grape
in your hurry
the briar, the berry
both consumed
you resume
your bittersweet
harvest retreat
what you cannot eat
falls at your feet
i am the rind
you left behind

djones 2008

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morning hit

judih — Tue, 08 Apr 2008 04:46:42 GMT

blast of darkness lifting
nighttime shifts focus
hit of dawn
gut-filled sadness
she's gone

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Mother T

judih — Wed, 09 Apr 2008 18:18:46 GMT

Oh, Mother T
how I call your name for an uplift
a triple on ice
a warm glow over a dusty life
sister to mother
in drab determination
through the corridors of place and time
up garbage heaps
down impoverished streets
through the irk and foul of need
There you blew, in small steps
shrinking the inevitable huge
being there now, how there you were
i call your name to take me through the day

judih
April 09/2008

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bliss on the half-shell

judih — Sat, 05 Apr 2008 02:56:00 GMT

yin whispers yang
bliss on the half-shell
pain coated rapture
joy morphing dread

to open a can
finding pearl spewing oysters
rat a tat moments
melting time
my tomorrow waits for 'i told you'
my now knows no shame
all for you, my love
power in tenderness
appetite before the fast

4/4/08

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joy = sorrow = phone call

judih — Wed, 02 Apr 2008 02:37:46 GMT

love hurts so much it crashes into tears

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you came to visit

judih — Fri, 28 Mar 2008 13:59:51 GMT

i was lying on a Friday futon
under the sweet fan of ceiling swirl
and i remembered how you came to visit
on such days as these
how you'd smile your way into my fantasies
jokes and innuendo paving the way
that way of yours
that link of ours
the sweet dissolve of distance
till distance did dissolve us
those years grew wings
as today you came to visit
and how sweet the coming was

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My poetry is all mine, perhaps

Keith Alan — Sun, 09 Mar 2008 21:01:49 GMT

You write poetry according to those who know, your choice
I write poetry according to me and that’s my choice, I guess
My words more important than any kind of style, I’m so me
As if I cared to ask another’s view on this matter, not really
Your poetry is all yours and my poetry is all mine, perhaps

~Keith Alan Hamilton~

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early morning no sleep radiance

judih — Tue, 25 Mar 2008 03:20:52 GMT

golden glowing sunbeams
radiate from my daughter's bed
smile the size of daytona beach
south daytona in the middle of Oz

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a massive bundle of compassion

judih — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 13:32:09 GMT

how much compassion is enough?
how many gestures of selfless love will suffice?
when will giving be refused?
when will receiving be distasteful?

a massive bundle of lovingkindness
passed from hand to hand
leaving traces of joy as it travels its path
forever moving, forever linking us all

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cartoon characters come down to earth

judih — Sun, 23 Mar 2008 07:51:22 GMT

caricature carnival, cartoon characters here on earth
carousel conversations, round and round
foolish and slapstick
sexy as bugs bunny, saliva prone as daffy duck
how real is the kiss from a coyote?

some may say acid flashback
i say dissolving of illusion
real world in animated allegory
smokescreen in screaming inkblot

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thistles and marigolds

judih — Thu, 20 Mar 2008 04:16:37 GMT

bristling wheatfields
harvest fills the air with green
tufts of thistles sprinkled with marigolds
spring blooms, spotlight on miracles

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balderdash delivery

judih — Tue, 18 Mar 2008 16:41:38 GMT

humming and hawing
in that pin-striped comb-over way
a handerkerchief folded in a breast pocket
shoes shined,
pants crisp
no one would guess
that the t-shirt wore buttons
and the elbows were greased

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perhaps poetry’s words are too personal

Keith Alan — Mon, 17 Mar 2008 23:02:48 GMT

Perhaps a certain style of words is what’s popular
Or perhaps a type of cadence in words is in vogue

Perhaps abnormal words is not palatable to the crowd
Or perhaps words of dissent conflict with the standard

Perhaps poetic words aren’t so impervious to the rabble
Or perhaps poetry’s words are too personal for the mob

~Keith Alan Hamilton~

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dust in the wind cover, take cover

judih — Sat, 15 Mar 2008 06:38:46 GMT

prowling you-tube dust in the wind
sandstorm from every direction
guitars of every complexion
from kansas to outer mongolia
words come, fade into fingerprint mist

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underground railroad

judih — Fri, 14 Mar 2008 04:16:12 GMT

how many lives have been saved?
how many heros have gone there
how many moments of selfless concern
how many times have the tables been turned

it's my life i save when i forgot about me
it's my heart that thinks when i focus on you
it's ego that prompts but ego that fades
the system of underground railroad

(harriet tubman, you will forever inspire)

march 14/08

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open call for peace and understanding

judih — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 03:55:34 GMT

yeah, it's open
door's wide open
step in, step out
all one roof, no roof
we, who look up and see blue sky
yes, it's us and it's now
step into the world
as a quiet welcome nurturing place
where all we need exists
where all we want is only what we need

where pure oxygen
pure water
and basic food
is always around

where a look in the eye of another
a heartfelt smile
is always available

where no one needs to take from another
unless the other one needs to give

open call, now
open for living
peace is here if we want it
come on now
you know we want it

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Buck Died Today

WIREMAN — Sun, 09 Mar 2008 14:39:16 GMT

1994
dangling piece of
rawhide
head em up
move em out
hid in the
post office
for the 50's
and the bar
most his life
a true SOB
horse gambler
land of fruits
and nuts man
ride thru yer suburbs
a true bluesman

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Women's Day

judih — Sat, 08 Mar 2008 12:28:43 GMT

a day called Women's Day,
international women
a day when women look each other in the eye
and try to smile
try to link arms
and think in humour and patience
of all we've been through
and all to come

it's a day for mothers and daughters
and friends, sisters, cousins
to affirm our XX, to strengthen our bond
to say something with no words
to say nothing with too many words
to sing, to dance, to breathe
to kick off our shoes
to undo our laces
to wear our lace
our jeans
our finest feminine selves
to be nude, to appear covered
to do what we most love to do
amongst females doing what they most love

it's a day called women's day

and i choose to spend it with men,
but my heart is purely feminine

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empath shmempath

judih — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 04:07:30 GMT

hey it's hard
it's not easy this 24/7 on the job, be here for you thing
i'd turn it off if i could
and i will

warning: when empath begins to mock the needy
mimic voices and pleas
beware. time has come for empath vacation

all vibrating entities best leave the building
let empath rest

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holding the zen illusion

judih — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 17:22:42 GMT

my zen guide holds an illusion
the bubble of contentment about to burst
till lo, no bubble, just contentment

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life??...

ultra_low_frequency — Sun, 02 Mar 2008 21:15:18 GMT

From ten thousand feet away I was staring at myself and wondering who the hell I was…a million people have come through my life and I still do not understand what they are saying to me…when I die I want to go see god and ask him or her why they fucked with me so much during this life…all I wanted was to be happy and I could have died as a child and all would have been well…but no…the great one had more fun and games in mind for me and now I am caught in a web of their cruelty and games…I have to live the life I was given and that is the curse of the whole thing…did you know that vampyres cannot kill them selves??...sometimes I want to just go to a far away place where I don’t know myself…where I don’t know anyone and no one has a face…but that is not reality…reality is suffering and having to smile about the whole thing…we think that life is a blessing when really it is a curse…I remember when I was a little boy…things were so simple…well except for the racial tension…the fact that my father was dying and I was the youngest and the only one still at home…in my life I don’t think I have ever been close to anyone…except for my son and daughter…but still I try to make the best of it…soldiering on like a true trooper…when really I want to lay down my gun and shout at the commanding officer that I will not fight his battles for him anymore…and I have to wonder…who would miss me were I dead??...i doubt that any would but maybe that’s just me…I accept death as a valued part of life and I want mine…I do not know what I want to do…only what I have to do and it’s been that way for a very long time…I don’t think that I have ever been happy in this life…or if I was I don’t remember it…I want some solace…I want to be taken care of for a change but what happens is that I end up taking care of everyone else around me…I want to get drunk and stoned and go out of my fucking mind and do something that I normally wouldn’t but I can’t because there is no one to take care of the mess that would result…I want to go crazy…or maybe I already am and I just don’t know it…like bruce willis in that movie where the kid is telling him that he sees dead people and bruce doesn’t get it that if the kid is talking to him that he must be dead also…but hey…never mind me…the trees all have black leaves and the sun is burning a hole in my eyes…all the streams of happiness are dry and the ocean of love is polluted with pornography and discharge from a million billion cocks and cunts which are all diseased…what can I say to the bird of me that flies through the caustic air losing his feathers??...what can I say that would make him not want to just fly into the cesspool that we call society and fly head on into a light pole or a plate glass window…I wish I had some chocolate jesus to calm me down just now…I wish I had enough explosives to shatter the planet…I wish I had a smile to give you but I don’t have any of those things…all I have is these words and you probably can’t understand them…no worries…par for the course…as I said in the beginning…I have had millions pass through my life and none of them got it either…so why would I expect anyone else to??

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a bunch

judih — Fri, 29 Feb 2008 03:33:49 GMT

a bunch of scared people
jiggling along nervous streets
looking over their shoulders

listening for sirens, alarms
searching for a route to safety
hoping to get through the day

life's getting paranoid
sideways glances into mirrors
talismans on hold

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cheese disappearance

judih — Wed, 27 Feb 2008 16:08:40 GMT

crusty whole wheat roll
emerges from its paper wrap
eager to meet swiss acquainted cheese
impatiently waiting in the fridge
or so it thought
alas and lo
no cheese to be found
no fabulous match of bread and dairy
nothing to be found but tell-tale wrappers
and hurriedly emptied trash

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take comfort in 60's soul

judih — Sun, 24 Feb 2008 16:31:57 GMT

on a cold day
with hush and whispers of despair
i hear procol harem and a thick bach organ
i listen to martin luther k's dream
i peel out a tibetan morning rain
a protest song, a fearless youthful flame
i take comfort from souls on soul
immense embrace of generational high
overcoming claws and snickers of petty minds
i take comfort in sixties soul

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Lonesome Horn

WIREMAN — Fri, 22 Feb 2008 23:23:06 GMT

trains waitin' @
the station
spoonfuls of tea
tears burnin me
too bad
too bad
"daddy was a jockey
taught me how to
ride"
time to be charmed
senses on alarm
baby i'll do ya
no harm
do ya no harm
sittin' on the stoop
with guitar players
wailin' my lonesome horn

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open invitation

judih — Fri, 22 Feb 2008 03:24:08 GMT

i'm opening this invitation
all welcome
anytime
(that is, to whom it may concern)

anonymous envelope
sent by a trusted stranger
courier waiting for response
i say 'ya'

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ode to beans, rice and celery soup

judih — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 03:38:45 GMT

jeans glued to me
soaking wet shoes
socks sopping with rain
oh warm brown rice, rich beans
how you welcome me, how you wait for me
my hot shower steams my legs
while you, oh beans, rice and soup
steam my growling appetite
a day of coaxing language
a day of translating algebra
a walk through torrential rains
the puddles, oh rice, oh the wet lakes of distant provinces
my path a national geographic, oh beans
the trucks that would push me into the niagara falls of despair
those walls of wet, oh soup
yet, yea, as i walked through the storm
the gray outpour, i thought of you
you kept me strong
true to my course
oh beans, rice and soup
as long as you feature in my future
i shall walk the toils and atrocities of weather
oh, may this ode entice you to appear in my day, today

feb 20/08 (& i'm not kidding - it's hellish weather out there - food, are you listenin?)

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Living my life is me: my effort to define

Keith Alan — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 11:25:35 GMT

The living of my life is my teacher, my guide
My lived experience is the answer to my living
Why I am and who I become is what I learned
I resolve my own "self" worth by what I know
Living my life is me, mine, my effort to define

~Keith Alan Hamilton~

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ego-sandwich with some hubris on the side

judih — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 03:16:08 GMT

i've eaten ego
i've had it at parties and political rallies
i've tasted it at sit-ins, love-ins, jazz fests
i've seen it in the farmers' market
the bedouin souk,
the sidewalk cafe
i've crunched on whole wheat, crusty white, bagel nourished ego
i've had it.
i like a little hubris on the side
a fall after some pride
a cathartic cool one, no straw
i've done that scene

now, i'm trekking over starvation avenue

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I’m a Nature Activist: my words of thought

Keith Alan — Mon, 18 Feb 2008 18:57:25 GMT

I’m a Nature activist having a spiritually emotive concern
for “all” of Nature as a whole, not just for the humankind
this makes me a Nature-itarian, more than a humanitarian
proactive in my activism, recorded in my words of thought
words to be considered as being nothing more or any less

~Keith Alan Hamilton~

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tha alpha wave waltz

judih — Sun, 17 Feb 2008 03:24:21 GMT

breathing in the ions of energy
breathing deeper the ions of empathy
breathing in, breathing, breathing

breathing out the shattered constancies
breathing out the withered insistencies
breathing out, breathing, breathing

breathing the alpha wave waltz
dancing the alpha and beta wave waltz
chanting the waving waltz

playing the mantra again

(about to start a wild week - need a good dance step to keep me amused)
good sunday to all
-judih

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I'm an Individual: me I'll be

Keith Alan — Mon, 18 Feb 2008 16:56:01 GMT

Me is me, I am what I am
Like me or not, I just am
Me is what I am, me being me
For who I am, that I'll be

I'm an individual
For that's me, that I am
Take me or leave me, I'm me
What I am I am, me I'll be

~Keith Alan Hamilton~

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If the so-called Maker: I'd say

Keith Alan — Sat, 16 Feb 2008 21:01:24 GMT

If the so-called maker chose to meet me at my death
I'd say for who are you; and, where have you been?

If the so-called maker chose to meet me at my death
I'd say is that it; is that all the time I've had to live?

If the so-called maker chose to meet me at my death
I'd say can't I live again; why would I not want too?

If the so-called maker chose to meet me at my death
I'd say what did you learn; wasn't my living your purpose?

~Keith Alan Hamilton~

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I'm just a Thinker

Keith Alan — Sat, 16 Feb 2008 20:10:25 GMT

I think and think until I wish I couldn't think
Never do I stop thinking; thinking I always do
While thinking I wonder, why so much thinking
For thinking about thinking makes me think more
Think and think I must it seems; I'm just a thinker

~Keith Alan Hamilton~

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coming your way

misha1 — Fri, 15 Feb 2008 02:46:17 GMT

orange dot-flowers unite on the virtual plane between thistles and marigolds, open your orange hearts together, i am pouring a doze of i-love-you your way!
let it rain!
ultra-old skeleton man, jewish magical princess, big-heart tin-wire man, el viento azul, shy doe-eyed bala, subterannean goddess, white bird cruizing at great altitudes, moon--the star catcher, who else is there in their wise orange presense? i hail thee
throngs of writers, scribblers, night-walkers, poets and lovers, there's a huge wave of love
coming your way!

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a day is a day when you start with poetry

judih — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 03:51:43 GMT

it takes a while to escape the cloud of night
to wipe away the cobwebs and drools of distant netherworlds
life holds hands with illusion, till a moment of clarity slips in

to hear the voice of poetry
the impassioned guts of a friend
or a wistful prayer of an artist
is to awaken to a fine friendly day

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I'm Just Me

Keith Alan — Sat, 16 Feb 2008 00:47:04 GMT

I'm just me, plain and simple
What did you expect, me like you
Get real; I'm different than the rest
I'm just me, unique yet similar to you

Keith Alan Hamilton

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radical terror

judih — Fri, 15 Feb 2008 05:58:04 GMT

outside the winds howl, the clouds paint themselves gray
the newspapers blare with threat, warning, fear
it's all a joke, a light-fluffed facade
inside i'm a quivering piece of dread

radical terror
imagination rips open the future
to watch a dali-esque landscape melt into days
reality uncooked, globules of impossible moments
this, then, is my future.

why's it come to this?
have i paid my dues for past life blunders
and now i am ready for new?

ain't seen nothing yet, - how well i know that phrase
if this is bad, just wait
if that was gory, hang on
ain't seen nothing yet
meditate long and meditate well
recruit inner tribal mantras
ain't seen nothing yet
ain't seen nothing yet

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red pepper

judih — Mon, 11 Feb 2008 14:09:13 GMT

long curved shine
slick, sleek, fabulous
sexy to hold
delicious in mouth
life surged pepper

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today

ultra_low_frequency — Wed, 13 Feb 2008 10:08:56 GMT

today
i want to be
the young black man
i was
25 years ago
leaping and dancing
poetry flowing
like a river
of words

today
i want to find
a black haired
Grecian woman
with glowing green eyes
and hand as quick
and sure
as minerva's

today
i want to have
all the money
so i could give it away
and take care of
everyone
feed the hungry
clothe the naked
and shelter the homeless

today
i am an old man
with bad eyes
bad teeth
bad memory
and just enough love
to keep me alive
but
there is always
tomorrow

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raindrops

Bala — Fri, 25 Jan 2008 20:46:30 GMT

let it rain
the love you
see
is in the rain..

oh let it remain,
in the spark
when
night time sets
let it rain

for you see
me as
i
stand here
no ones to blame
let it be remaining
untouched
in
the rain

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fruit quotes:

misha1 — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 20:53:17 GMT

Sad is the orange that wears a tag--a prisoner wearing its number in a basket of free fruit. Tired of travelling, tired of being passed along and not even smelled, tired of waiting ... Not worried about its celllulite but afraid of its juices drying up, of moving past its prime. It longs for the smile of a messy mouth that eats it.
It cries: "I am a ticking taste bomb that got stuck! Please let me die while i still have a chance!”

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ice music moon magic

misha1 — Wed, 06 Feb 2008 19:44:57 GMT

http://youtube.com/watch?v=NPzu302O7NY

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say no to junk food

judih — Thu, 07 Feb 2008 03:18:00 GMT

at this very moment
there might be a foil-wrapped candybar
a sweet, fizzy drink
a well-intentioned carob snack
just say no
don't think twice
walk on

the stomachache avoided
will thank you

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what would you say

judih — Tue, 05 Feb 2008 14:21:19 GMT

what would you say
if you were offered a mountain
filled with red flowers, not poppies, but heavenly all the same
would you drop your life
your habitual this, thats and musts
to slip on your hiking shoes
warm layers and free flying mind

would you say yes
would you rush into the fields and hills
would you leave your schedules without a thought
what would you say?

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sore throat, i deny you

judih — Thu, 31 Jan 2008 03:44:29 GMT

this is not a sore throat
it is morning dry
this is not a sneeze
it is healthy atmospheric response
this is not winter
cold is a passing fallacy

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heartbreak

judih — Sat, 26 Jan 2008 18:03:12 GMT

she held her crystal heart
sunlight warming every facet
light within, light without
lighter when he said goodbye

cracked glory
healing one day soon
tears for fractured dreams

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another student erupts

judih — Mon, 04 Feb 2008 03:06:35 GMT

seething volcano
another student erupts
flailing arms
rolling eyes
chair projectile

siren alert
another student erupts
voice bursts into impossible decibels
super teacher runs to the rescue

fear alert
another student erupts
begging for mercy
pleading self-incarceration

teacher cries against tree
woodstock generation
love has everything to do with this

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i look at your photograph

judih — Tue, 22 Jan 2008 16:48:03 GMT

i look at the flesh and sun-reflected life of your face
a casual smile from a wall in Tangiers
sudden collage of photographic artistry
a rich jump through the matrix of existence
again, the tears, i cry for the infinite truths
caught up in those finite years

you're gone
you and your subject
and probably the fine old wall

tears cause i knew you
smelled your humanity
held your complexity

i watched you eat a NY sandwich
and walk a NY park
cross the street to your NY destination

and now i see the photograph
and i feel your brilliance
a rush of longing for more than we're allowed

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a beat

judih — Fri, 01 Feb 2008 11:53:59 GMT

enter a beat
tripping over mats of loose grass
worn out walkways
skip over
move to golden threshold
where guitars lose no time
sync with your step
lift up the past
push it,
groove it
feel the beat

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tell me about your rooster

misha1 — Mon, 28 Jan 2008 18:15:25 GMT

My rooster is robust!
Fat red and golden with specks of white light.
What escapes the fierce shiny eye? Ferocious beak and claws unearth deep wiggly treasures.
His song is short and
to the point.
It kicks me in gear each morning, all day long leads the way--
wide brave breast!

Exciting
and ...

exhausting.

But
it goes early to bed. Thank God!
Then
i have a little time to be
with my brooding hen.
Head under wing, curled up with a book or
pen in hand,
a hot cup of Mellissa next to me

and

all the while

the hands of the
clock

ticking...

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who whispers in the night to you jam

judih — Mon, 28 Jan 2008 03:01:22 GMT

again i heard whispers in the night.

back in the day,
i'd say it was the Ones!
oh, ones, yes ones, whispering in the night
i'd say that for the sake of others
(what ones? Ones?)
but today i name electrons
in text that rides on technology

vibratory grooves that speak hushed enlightenment
long watching impulses that know when to show
messaging in tongues of chakra direct

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refrigerator code

judih — Mon, 28 Jan 2008 02:43:04 GMT

i wake up to sounds of direction
act as if you're hunting
caress the sword
centre, slash, attention
intention to proceed
i carve the forest path
stepping over gnarled root
leading to safety

refrigerator engine
has plans for later

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and now a few words...

ultra_low_frequency — Sun, 27 Jan 2008 15:33:45 GMT

from the thorn in the foot of your moderator...
http://www.scottezell.org/?page_id=50

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your two-liner:

misha1 — Tue, 22 Jan 2008 01:21:14 GMT

Stop throwing your heart at my feet!
Don't you see i'm dancing?

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the romp poems...

ultra_low_frequency — Mon, 21 Jan 2008 20:28:52 GMT

Romp 01/19/08

1
we connect in subtle ways
talk of inner lives
creeping
into the work chatter
we touch
more than shaking hands
in the safety
of ourselves
we hug and smile
in this place
where no one is weak
and we are all
men

2
we move
like we remember
what it was like
to be flames
and waves
where
there is no cold stare
of critical eyes
we remove the masks
and express inner urges
of men
we move like the wind
now here
now gone

3
we hide
in a hole
remove our masks
and wipe our eyes
looking at the open world
the open arms
we open our eyes
and become
who we are
until the morning
the sun of You
casts a long shadow
before our eyes
and then we hide

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playing the game

Bala — Thu, 17 Jan 2008 22:51:13 GMT

caught
between
the crossfires
of
my own mind..
stirring
to
make sense
of who i am
to you
and
how
you see
me

the view
i
cannot make sense
of
what
once was
between us
will there
ever
be
anything
between
us

i am pinned
almost
in
checkmate
as
i still foolishly
wait
to see
what the deck
will
turn over

flushed
as i
can barely
hold on to the cards
that
you are dealing

will
you ever
make
your
move..?

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news in the a.m.

judih — Mon, 21 Jan 2008 03:38:55 GMT

had to do it
had to read the news
had to know who was the victim
who was traumatized
how much damage was done

and now it's there
stuck in my mind
generations of children sent on their way
lost in a nightmare of anxious fear

that's the story
a continuing saga
with bursts of pathos and dread

i used to read astrology
or pull my i ching
the days of messages from a bottle

but now, i'm the bad news
i share the bitter facts
on a morning ripe with potential

large wise humans
open my eyes
today is for the little chances
the speeding trains
and the slow-moving sheep
children ride horses
we smell the newly picked carrots
lush green fields feed our tomorrows

i do the japanese dance
i walk on, choose my pose
walk off

a moment is all i've got

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boom cracka cracka

judih — Thu, 17 Jan 2008 15:44:51 GMT

searching for buried treasure
rocket ploughs into earth
alongside mother ficus
her sweet tendrils caressing space
all safe, we cling to medusa overgrowth
all safe, we look into gaping hole

all safe, we hope we have heard the last
boom cracka cracka clunk
till another rocket lands

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the Keys

WIREMAN — Wed, 16 Jan 2008 02:28:16 GMT

oooohhhhhh i'll write
you a song
more than illusion
'bout midnight creepin'
one way out'n
blues harp fills
the night
steady back-beat
true...truer blue
powder to deep
blues
roller coaster ride
harp wailin'
endless boardwalk
and caliente sand
ocean sittin' out
there blue
the Thunderbird flies
this morn
and a Sadhu blows
his lonesome horn
blue mountains majesty
as the blackbirds hound
the red tail hawk
all the way down
Market Street

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threadbare's in season

judih — Mon, 14 Jan 2008 03:32:27 GMT

write it down
threadbare's in season
broken nails to peel paper from shattered thoughts
hope's off in hibernation
tried to wake her
but she's out till the first crocus pops her bud

glamourous derelict cardboard carpet
flat tires get me where i want to go
x marks the spot
rainclouds know their tune
rehearsal now in session

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soundproof booth

judih — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 03:43:01 GMT

running out of ammunition
they locked me up in a frozen cell
soundproof booth
my mind straining to catch a tune

imagining wild winds and frosty
palm trees bending from the roots
i felt my cell trip over icy branches
tumble down alpian slopes

all in a dizzy whirl
my world spun in nauseating silence
mind forming sound effects
applause, laughter, herculean sighs

all this in a cell with no heat
surrounded by grey concrete
not a cockroach in sight
or a hope outa hell

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What would Stanislavski say?

judih — Fri, 11 Jan 2008 04:56:07 GMT

new post
What would Stanislavksi sayToday, 8:54 PM
What would Stanislavski say?
feeling the moment from the inside out
getting into my id
bypassing my solar plexus
feeling meridians shudder with chi
what would he say
as i surge into my total being
cocking a seashell
on an ulster night
wandering the sands of corfu

what would stanislavski say?
would he nod as i became withered eggshell on beach
encourage blossoming nectar behaviour
what would he say?
would he call in fritz perls
to angst my encumbrances
would he disrobe my affectations
stir up my inner brews
what?
stanislavski
what would you say?

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gnawing gnawa

WIREMAN — Sat, 12 Jan 2008 00:03:59 GMT

between trance
and romance
rhyme and on
time...all about
scream and holler
for the dollar
better than to drive
lonesome freeway
where ya pay and pay
edge of milky way
good people cry......."Get the hell outta my way!!!!!"

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bended chord night

judih — Fri, 11 Jan 2008 16:16:05 GMT

tearing cactus from between my eyes
sweet bended chords stroke my lashes
i feel a hendrix coming on

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timewave zee row

judih — Sat, 12 Jan 2008 06:34:46 GMT

matrix-ual voice
spanning the timewaves
terence on the cosmic surf
vibrate from past to future
into the radiant sense of sublime
words echo centuries long
reaching out
caressing our minds
stretch towards understanding

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wednesday morning, 6 a.m.

judih — Wed, 09 Jan 2008 04:02:26 GMT

there are flames warming the living room
small fires on the hearth
the noise of distant clouds about to burst
rain-soaked paths, leading through grass fresh wheat
six oh-one as i leave my coffee cup
to push through a jungle day

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black and blue

misha1 — Sun, 06 Jan 2008 08:18:04 GMT

She grew up black and blue. She grew up to paint others black and blue too. Any tool would do. It was the power of art, the art of power, that inflated her so she could jump out of her own shoes and lift off above the rabble, power to not hurt, by hurting others. The Black and Blue period... They say Picasso had it for 5 years. Apparently it can last even 75 years... variations on the same theme...
There is no more power to hurt others, no one has any power on her. Daily, i am pulling great rainbows across the sky, a wide open palette, dripping with colors, just for her... And still, grimly determined, every once in a while this frail old lady falls all over herself, you might say "head over heels", breaks a bone or two,
but no matter... you could almost detect a smile on her face "see what i did?", as if she feels alive, in her element, the only one she knows, my poor old mother,
Black and Blue.

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lost swirls in a star-studded sky

judih — Mon, 07 Jan 2008 03:51:05 GMT

from a distance, the stars twinkled down in apathetic beatitude
while a lone human braved the winter road
her skirts swirling as suitcase rolled along
the iron gate opening before her, sliding shut
noise like trapped parakeets
then only the rollers kept the beat
while 10 p.m. populace slept behind shutters

her long travelling feet searched for familiar terrain
hoping for the sound of friendship
till a voice called out from deep in her bag
a cellphone voice from a faraway smile
a glimmer of warmth in a foreign timezone
then her breath clouding in a comic bubble of hope
she cried out to an approaching being
name to name,
long-armed embrace was ready to pounce

(Tova has come to visit me!)
judih jan 7/08

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boils down to 1 night

WIREMAN — Sun, 06 Jan 2008 00:23:53 GMT

lights viewed from mountain top
air razor sharp
in point of fact.........cyber
whole new game
endeavor
place
space
time
communication device
we're even throwing rice
marrige of minds
instantaneous
more so
the better
tap....tap.....tappin'
we be tappin' the future phase
tappin' them cyber keys
in it's infancy
so far to go
beginning of the show
on the fringe
the edge of the milky way
facing forward

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okay, so the shaman says to me

judih — Sat, 05 Jan 2008 06:49:35 GMT

sowee, yah, sowee yah, sowee yah
and you roll it on the floor
so i wee, yah and i wee yah and i roll it
and he says
no, your own voice, you so wee your own voice
so i
so wee, yah, sowee yah
and i sing a voice
so mine, so true
that all else melts away

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she doesn't know...

ultra_low_frequency — Sun, 30 Dec 2007 04:44:52 GMT

It Might

if you knew how much
i wanted you
it might move your mountains
of fear and suspicion
if you knew how much i needed you
it might drain the seas of your reasons
to reject me
if i showed you
that i cared enough
to be the best man
i could be
it might clear the skies
of your doubts
and let the sun of my intentions
shine through
if you knew how much
i've wished
your touch
it might melt the ice
in your heart
if you knew how much
i wanted you
you might want me too

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cadillac dreams

ultra_low_frequency — Thu, 03 Jan 2008 10:07:11 GMT

Cadillac dreams

Well
I dreamed I was a Cadillac
Nineteen hundred and fifty five
Yes
I dreamed I was a Cadillac
Nineteen hundred and fifty five
If you want to ride me baby
Just get behind the wheel and drive

I came out from Chicago
Rolling on the open road
Yes
I came out from Chicago
Rolling on the open road
I got a real good heater
Baby don’t you worry
About the rain and snow

My seats are made of leather
I got carpet on the floor
My motor’s purring for you baby
Why don’t you open up the door

Yes I dreamed I was a Cadillac
Nineteen hundred and fifty five
Lord
I dreamed I was a Cadillac
Nineteen hundred and fifty five
If you want to ride me baby
Just get behind the wheel and drive

I got brand new tires
And I’m ready for the road
A nineteen fifty five caddy baby
Can roll your heavy load

Yes I dreamed I was a Cadillac
Nineteen hundred and fifty five
Lord
I dreamed I was a Cadillac
Nineteen hundred and fifty five
If you want to ride me baby
Just get behind the wheel and drive

Djones 03/01/08

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typical thursday morning

judih — Thu, 03 Jan 2008 03:56:32 GMT

open one eye
four a.m.
turn on BBC
fabulous drama
crawl out of bed.
yes i've got legs
pee, check out mirror
yes i've got face
boil water
check out house temp
16 degrees
turn on some heat
check out computer
tribes
gmail
studio8
spiritplants
flickr
facebook
arcanum cafe
water boils
listen to music
read some poetry
water boils
get up to make coffee
cracker & cheese
check out the news
coffee coffee
munching my cracker
coffee coffee
listen to music
read some poetry
look at my e-mail
answer in brief
think about 6
6 is the limit
five fifty three
thinking of shower
looking at photos
wishing fond wishes
five fifty three
minutes are delicious
typical morning
typical day
off to the shower
exercise
dressing
shoes and fond om-ing
wake up the kids
hope they awaken
say goodbye 3 times
wait for their voices
unlock door
open, close
off to school
walk by trees, green
check out sidewalk for crushed snails
or other sundry mishaps
look at kibbutzniks
bicycles, children, tricycles
om my way on
with luck a sync'd meeting
someone i love
and then it's up to me
connecting to humour
to keep me afloat

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talking about crying

judih — Wed, 02 Jan 2008 03:59:26 GMT

diamonds and rust
baez cries
nancy
leonard cries
joy luck club
judih cries
talking about crying
talking about plugging in
melting on the floor crying
talking about the 3 minute flood
getting nowhere
but talking

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big phat won

judih — Tue, 01 Jan 2008 14:14:54 GMT

big phat kiss
big phat smokey one
big phat phabulous jazzy one
big phat splendiferously fab one
big phat one to pass around
big phat hug
big phat group harmony
big phat won

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fear of understanding

judih — Mon, 31 Dec 2007 03:27:42 GMT

after a few centuries of shedding skins
my inner person is ready to confess
i need you
i travelled across the planet to tell you
and now i'm shivering
exposed in my honesty
every sigh with nowhere to hide
i found you again
but even after 300 years
i crave habitual camoflauge
i'm a flat tire looking for a blow-out

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he got game

misha1 — Fri, 28 Dec 2007 21:16:50 GMT

she?
she's a blank slate, blank
empty frame used to showcase
his bright face and mane.
she
does not figure in any
credits, has no fame of her own except her
flame.
But,
wooden thinkers,
beware!
Hers is
the Shakti game.

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i don't know what happened...

ultra_low_frequency — Tue, 11 Dec 2007 15:32:09 GMT

i don't know what happened to me
i thought
like fools think
that love solved everything
that love and trust
were the things that heaven
was comprised of
i don't understand
what's going on down here
are these my knives?
why do bullets issue forth
when my lips try to form
words of love and trust?
i don't get it
everything is changing
everyone's out of focus
and there's something
in my eye
i don't have a reflection
when i gaze into the waters
everything seems all wrong
or maybe it's alright
and i don't understand
what normal means because
i have never been so
does this make any sense to you?
do i make any sense to me?
what are senses and why do mine tingle?
everything seems to be electric and vibrating
but i feel wooden these days
filled with worm holes
i drift upon a sea
which brings me neither
nearer to the shore
nor further out
i can hear seagulls calling
but it sounds like echoes
from the past
they circle overhead
but i only see the shadows
of their wings and they never land
i don't know what happened
or how i got this way
maybe i've always been this way
or that way
directionless
in a place where it is neither
day nor night
is it twilight or dawn
what time is it
whose time is it
where can i find the time
i don't know
and maybe that's the way
it is supposed to be...

djones 2007

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i can only hope...

ultra_low_frequency — Sat, 29 Dec 2007 21:10:46 GMT

One Day

One day
I believe that
All things will be different
That I will be at peace
That I will be loved
One day
I believe that
Life
Will not be a struggle
I undertake alone
That I will awake
To new days
With hope
One day
I believe that
I will not fear
The long nights alone
That my voice
Will not echo in the stillness
Of my bedroom
One day
I believe that
I will see my reflection
In the eyes of someone
And they will smile
One day
I believe that
All these things
Will come to pass
I may be old
I may be worn by time
And this hard and lonely life
But
One day
I believe that
Life will be worth living

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writing responsively

judih — Fri, 28 Dec 2007 15:56:33 GMT

responsibly responsive
oh, the echo
oh, the echo
oh, and uh the echo on
under echo, under on the echo
oh the echo oh oh
oh, response
sible sibilant sibling sibilant
simply sibilant, seriously see really right
right reponse, high responsible response
right
writing, writing going writing real
right and oh, the honour oh
writing responsively, responding
write

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tribal peacefare

judih — Sat, 29 Dec 2007 06:27:31 GMT

i listen to your energetic offerings
here round the campfire of private public space
a drum in my mind
a stringed accompaniment on my itunes
together alone but together
tribal peacefare
glowing in grooving shared space
my clock no clock our moments
this mind fine society
our tribal peacefare
you dare to show me your heart
i dare to reach out to hear
brave souls, courageously conversing
joining a long gazing eclipse
counting our separate stars
reaching strange sync conclusions
mutual blog, longing to listen
being heard, thankfully wondrous
in tribal peacefaring journey

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long live jerry garcia

judih — Fri, 21 Dec 2007 02:39:14 GMT

icon, don't care much for groupies
but here i am, jerry
crying to see you gone
laughing at your rebirth in music
listening to your space and breadth
big fat harmonious longing
delicately placed among the chords
a word of historic karma
what was will be again
rejuvenating in your glory, jerry
come back soon, ya hear

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one hero less

judih — Thu, 27 Dec 2007 16:12:19 GMT

benazir bhutto
a beautiful heroine
going against the odds

shalom lah
may one rise to pick up the feather of peace

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i cry cause of the waste

judih — Tue, 18 Dec 2007 02:44:55 GMT

do you feel your tears well up
because of the waste?
brilliance, curiousity, energy
imploded waste
pointed intelligence
pointing nowhere
do you get tears
in the face of such waste?

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the ways of the wind

Sub — Mon, 24 Dec 2007 16:56:07 GMT

the song of this bird will make me just stop, frozen silent, to listen.
my ears are open.
my eyes strain to find the source, to see where she sings from, and why.
questions arise, but the answers do not matter,
i am thankful to be comforted by the sound.

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wordless syllables

judih — Tue, 25 Dec 2007 04:08:57 GMT

breathing into tonal gestures
radiating emotion too large for language
don't ask for explanation
all i offer are wordless syllables
from my gut, scorching my throat
painting purple clouds on windowpanes

all smudged in the air

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something for the old...

ultra_low_frequency — Tue, 25 Dec 2007 17:48:40 GMT

in days long past
celebrations
had a purpose, a reason
more so than simply
tradition
or a over abundance
of alcohol and drugs

in some places
money will not suffice
to fill the heart
devoid of love
and purchased oddities
are seen as
an insult

for some people
being held
in warm arms
kissed by willing lips
and being told
that they are indeed
loved
heals wounds
that modern medicine
cannot detect

i remember
when all she had to give
was a dozen cookies
a hug and a kiss
on the top of my head
she is long dead now
i am far from her
but i have never felt so loved
since then

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