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Posted: 7/27/2006 2:44:59 PM | one hundred posts without much restraint
not all that slobber or many complaints
not toomuch whining or crying in beer
though I'm sure you all could use more cheer | |
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| knowledge .. howmuch can we have?
Posted: 8/3/2006 1:03:26 PM | How Much Knowledge Do We Gain?
We gain all the knowledge our puny brains can hold and
then before we get to use it we lose it
because we wait too long
and life is a short song
so try to sing along if you can
soon time will end for you at least
and you'll find an angel or a beast
depending on beliefs you hold
you may become young again
or quickly become real old.
dust to dust and ash to ash
but what about that other trash
it won't stay the same for ever more
sometime it may just cover your shore
plug up your ability to see the now
making you wonder what and how
the why doesn't matter in this end of days
all accumulated knowledge melts in the haze
originally Posted: 8/3/2006 12 06 PM
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| and now its August
Posted: 8/4/2006 12:51:47 PM | The storms have come to clear the air
high humidity and panting bears
sleep comes easy when work needs to be done
than all night long you sweat to get some
foraging around the burn up gardens
watering shards of remaining beauty
thinking to save something for when they come bye
not knowing what pleasures will still greet their eyes
Its birthday time for the virgo clan soon
If you guide the way you may get a swoon
but more likely a tidy up and clean spoon
for some ice cream and pie round a bout noon
Too hot to work in the afternoon these days
so off to computerland my mind will stray
making up lines of nonsense and play
hoping to pass time in a good way.
I know I'v got lots of things i should fix
there are people to see and enjoy some tricks
time zips past while I think what to do
then feel once again like I should thank you
thanks for bothering to communicate
thanks for the patience when I'm late
thanks for the ice you put in my drink
thanks for giving me spare time to think
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| and now its August
Posted: 8/6/2006 7:07:20 AM | Thanks ladybug and welcome ... to my .... hmmmmm blog?
[well I guess it sort of is ... though I do like thread for its delicate feeling]
blog just sounds so heavy
like something you found in a place you probably shouldn't be
or something you want to see but its always kept in the dark
stark and shapeless
possibly dripping
wait that was an old movie
the blob
sounds so similar
but lighter
the blog strikes fear in the hearts of parents
leaving nowhere to hide
you can close the door
but it enters through a keyhole
or just seeps through all the cracks
so watch your back
here comes the blog
don't jog ... run
or join in the fun with the deluded
typos an quick spells included.
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| and now its August
Posted: 8/6/2006 10:17:13 AM | Hello=)
Just one off the top of my head
no more into we fall
the secrets that binds us
the death threatens to live
the life is living more
except one thing in mind
How many perceptions of reality began with the truth? | |
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| and now its August
Posted: 8/6/2006 11:57:23 AM | hello back at ya.
as for the truth isn't that just a perception
as for the beginnings its sort of a chicken or egg thing
though Darwinists would say for sure the egg came first
possibly from a Dinosaur
now do you need any more than that
to put on your thinking cap
snap back a few
don't have to be brew
stew on the chewing of fat
and that will be that will be that
you can relax with your old tabby cat
or put on a hat
go out to the store
find the true meaning of more
buy some and say
its ok to pay with money you haven't made yet
but your sure some day you will get.
Its false that this is true to being false while its true to being false to being true.
Is perception really a deception or an inception of some random thought? | |
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| and now its August
Posted: 8/6/2006 9:52:31 PM | I perceive to be a mist in the forest
waiting for the sun
shaded when it comes
adored for my cool reception
feared for my mystery
praised for the artistic soft focus
cursed for not being clear
I perceive to be the song of night
a cry from a child not feeling right
the joy of coming to roost with your mate
darkness overshadowing bigotted hate
the lonely distant drone pulling at my soul
upbeat amphibians courting the goal
its never too late to join the band
sing along or just clap your hands | |
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| Perceptions
Posted: 8/7/2006 7:09:57 AM | I perceive to be empathy
so close to you that I can see
out of your eyes the way you do
feel your voice speaking too
I'll enjoy the touch you like as you smile
cringe at the hesitance in unwanted style
taste the food that nourishes your soul
get frustrated by not attaining that goal.
I perceive to be the morning dew
be so fresh and new every day
shimmer and shine with the rising sun
slow late panic runs across the yard
wrinkle the card you left out last night
help wash the dirt from your auto vision
tweek that decission on how to play
as the sun evaporates me away
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| Perceptions
Posted: 8/7/2006 7:28:34 PM | i perceive to be a pillow phone
I'll comfort you alone at home
you lay your head relaxed on me
then talk all night so anxiously
I'll wait right here upon your bed
or on the couch to ease your head
I'll transfer all the things you said
about the living and the dead
I perceive to be a copper wire
strung up high yet below fliers
I'll transfer power for your work
let you talk to silly twerps
show you video on the box
in others hands I'll pick the lock
I'll tie your wrists to hold you down
or bind the costume of a clown
I'll get hot enough to melt that lead
so as to solder the plate in your head
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| Perceptions
Posted: 8/10/2006 7:02:39 AM | I perceive to be a raindrop
my life so quick and fast
I'll help to create a rainbow
or freeze from a cold blast
I'll hear you shouting up to me
please drop on my crops soon
while someone else is crying
you're making me stay in my room | |
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| a broken dream
Posted: 8/11/2006 1:16:57 PM | Surrounded by the familiar feelin'
I lost long ago
I wake into a broken dream
half buried in the snow
now shadows fall around me
like vampiritic tales
no songs of golden glory raining
cats and dogs in pails
Laughter comes with nervous shakes
while struggling to get free
the numbness of my package
starts burning holes in me
a brain will race with thoughts of wo
whiles the struggle seems futile
amputation from the frost bite thought
can drive you the next mile
I now feel my toes a wiggling
down in this glacial drift
with subtle snakey movements
I can feel my spirits lift
what seemed like a hopeless situation
can reverse its course with calm
rational efforts to do your best
may just create revelation's song
now I'm not speaking of that Bible book
when I use that word today
Its really referring to an epiphany
and a kind of cool word play
This dream of being stuck in the snow
with my privates in dire straights
came so quickly to an end
when a solution appeard like fate
now I use the word like so often
I think you need a context
similies and metaphores are just that
not exact or what comes next
similar and like are not the same
they just create an illusion
if you want the same you have to clone
that is my conclusion
so take this all with that grain of salt
like when it had value in the past
hum and haw your own ideals
as your life goes bye so fast
originally posted in First and Last | |
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| talking to myself
Posted: 8/12/2006 9:01:05 PM | It feel that way so often
just need to work things out
the space is saying things to me
sometimes ya gotta shout
nobody seems to fit the bill
time is comming fast
you like the feel of vocalization
only one way to make it last
I know you didn't ask me to
I know you really don't care
I know nothing is really new
i know your really don't care
So expressing the moment in various ways
inflecting the tonal verse
ignoring the universe
I gunt a song or sentence i say
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| lookin' for hooks
Posted: 8/14/2006 9:02:59 AM | Lookin' for hooks
Ah yes the lyical hooks in pop songs
seem to describe you and me so easily
its impossible not to drift along
as the currents and waves from each new phase
open doors in the haze of our lives
I am guilty as most
in the posting of ghosts
with the hope of creating a catch phrase
but up on the stage
time changes
you hesitate
without the bass and drums
can you keep your timing on
will the words fall out of song
will spaces get too long
you feel like all is wrong
until papillions are gone
Oh the sighs rise so high
as the cries of hope project
you bring your stings into this thing
then a banner you erect
rock solid with the country folk
even slip in a little joke
befriend that lonely bloke at the bar
talk him out of driving his car
then if you get the chance
buckle tight your pants
grab a boppin friend
and dance, dance, dance.
I was comfortably numb
in the heart of the sun
was born to run
as girls just want to have fun
so.... Here we go again
in the heart of the matter
gimme what ya got
take another shot
what's hot is hot
what's not is not
step out of the box
with mismatched socks
come on take a chance
and dance dance dance
originally Posted: 4/6/2006 11 22 AM
in THE FOREST AND THE WIND
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Posted: 8/15/2006 8:58:46 PM | as birthdays approach
the government pushs for more funds
paper trails of permission to do what must be done
renew your life on an annual basis
keep old age moving in stages
user fees for all you do
its nothing new though its lable is lacks
for really its just a form of tax
Forcing me to quiet my exhaust
is very exhausting at times
though I guess I shouldn't mind
now the radio can be heard on low
and I don't have to shout as I go
so... at least that part seems ok
now that I passed emissions today. | |
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| One Moment in Infinity - Tip of the Iceberg
Posted: 8/15/2006 9:15:40 PM | Thorb- I have admired the depth of many of your poems in the past. This thread of yours has many I know I need to study, and ponder...
And I hope you agree, this is a fitting home for the following...
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THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG
This reality is just the tip of the iceberg.
It looks larger than life to us,
Well
It IS life for us.
But it is not everything.
It is that piece of existence, a single universe
That appears to behave in Newtonian ways
In its scales of space and time.
It is as far as the eye can see
Whether aided by radio telescopes
Or electron microscopes.
It is perhaps even as far as the mind's eye can see
Aided by equations and mathematical models.
It is far back in time as humanity can remember
Or perhaps even as far back as the furthest red-shifted galaxy
Known to our generation of astronomers.
And it is as far forward as anyone can dream
Even as far as their children's children can dream.
Even with all that..
It still is not enough.
We swagger through life
Our worldview distorted
By our enormous egos straining
Against our tiny bubbles of existence.
Each of us is an island
Alone
Isolated
By our unwillingness to surrender
Our egos, our swollen egos
For a chance to see what really is
Without bias, without preconceived notions.
Without the shackles of narrow thinking
That is necessary for survival
While it dooms us to mortality and a certain death.
Oh, to be able to see the world again with the eyes of a child
To see the world without distortion
Unencumbered by the need to be right.
That need to be right
That corrupts world leaders
That turns their benevolence sour
And make them victims of their own intoxicating power.
That need to be right
That can incite domestic violence
Between a man and his woman.
As well as the need that fires up the ire
Of warring clans.
You can see that need
In children's taunts
Of "My dad is better than your dad"
And "My dawg is smarter than your dawg".
That need to be right
Subverts religions
To kill and perform atrocities
And worship contradictory scripts
Because what they believe must be right.
Even as I write, I am responding
To my own need to be right.
So then I remind myself
That just as all forecasting models
Are inherently wrong
So too are any worldviews
Of which I am too sure.
I drop my gaze
My shoulders briefly slump with the futility of it all
Then a smile lights up my face
Because I know that wrong ideas
Can be as beautiful as any that claim to be right. | |
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| One Moment in Infinity -
Posted: 8/16/2006 8:10:37 AM | Thanks ... violettestarr ... and yes that fits beautifully into my moments of introspective thought and rambling verse.
The smallest thing can be so large
can take charge of so many lives
lasting beyond any one of them alone
atoning to no religion or science
just being its own work of art
The lagest things can be so small
when missed by all for a bargan sale
that only comes once a week
the meek are pushed to the side
by snide remarks from sharks
Somewhere in the middle of all
we ponder life and shopping malls
wondering if ever we'll get the call
hit the bigs and have a ball
or stall on the side of life's back roads
unable to carry the load without wheels
we'll ponder again what's needed and real
take what we think might be stolen or lost
then shuffle on down the road
at what cost?
time is only what you think
moments of life can turn to drink
can nourish your soul or rob your goals
can go so slow when you stink
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| One Moment in Infinity - Wisdom of the fool
Posted: 8/18/2006 10:16:57 AM | Wisdom of the fool
rising up to fall again he laughed and rolled around
not thinking about anything 'cept how it feels on the ground
sounds of music within his head even without an ipod
he's bothered by no angels, no demons, no devils or gods
he doesn't know how to use any tools
doesn't have to work or go to schools
can sit around and play with drool
if he wants to he can even be cruel
see that's the wisdom of a fool
It don't matter what kinda cloths he wears
it don't matter if he combs his hairs
it don't matter because he don't cares
if all you peoples fall down the stairs
and lady if you got a nice pair
he may just want to stand and stare
and even when there's no one there
you'll find him trying to compare
irrational thoughts that don't impare
Oh the wisdom of the fool
leads him to a jewel
he'll toss in a pool
as you work your tool
study in your school
say "they are so cool
I gotta make new rule"
with himself he'll duel
say "can I have some gruell"
while this thread needs a spool
originally Posted: 2/25/2006 10 30 AM
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| One Moment in Infinity - Back from Dreaming
Posted: 8/20/2006 7:03:42 AM | eyes coming back from dreaming
thoughts retraced the scheming
patience melts
its seeming like the clock is losing time
scan the room to build defence
those eyes will become intence
moments stop
common sense indicates hidden signs
how to shake the cusps dull mist
driven by demands never kissed
an epiphany
with a twist coming through the line
limbs feel weak from sitting here
the mind is slowly getting clear
pressure release
as I hear a name that isn't mine.
originally posted: 8/20/2006 9:09:22 AM
in - First line Last Line | |
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| One Moment in Infinity - Depression-not
Posted: 8/22/2006 10:12:25 AM | They say depression runs in families
I say it runs in societies
we dwell on the smallest of troubles too often
leaving us wide open for big hits
I am sorry to hear sad family histories
as the maker takes so many back
life is so full of mysteries and wonerous silly facts
it keeps my mind away from the crap surrounding societies woes
I think a positive outlook will fix so many of those
praying is good if its positive
its bad if its only for gain
I see many greedy souls trying to fix the game
You throw the dice as well as you can
sometimes it comes up lucky seven
then there are times you wanted a nine
that same seven don't take you to heaven
craps !!!
ya just gotta live with that
in fact that's really the thing
ya gotta live with whatever they give
beg, borrow or steal or bring
depression is in everyone
just some can foucus real well
they take a look so deeply that they forget to smell
the roses with those dangerous thorns
looking so nice from a distance
even up close they look pretty good
with an odor to break your resistance
touchin .. oh ... do you think you should?
keep on keepin'on is the line in a song
that makes me not give in
depressive clouds will cover my world
remember crying is not a sin
it helps create endorphins
these pick you up from time to time
you can even find a bit in chocolate
but you have to watch waistlines [waste lines]
Oh and another help is humour when the will is feelin low
try to share some laughter with another good fellow
or only just a neighbour or the local merchant you know
its really quite contageous and laugh lines don't really show
originally Anything Goes...and so it does
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| One Moment in Infinity - 121
Posted: 8/22/2006 8:23:52 PM | ah... do I just cut and paste
or is that a waste
of this moment inside the moment
after a good write in another place
how can I change the pace
replace
reface
replenish the reservoir
with new inspirations
invitations
to dance
romance
enhance the chance
wear nice pants
pick a stance
glance
yes
we have been here before
its clear we know the floor
now try to find the door
to your heart
start breathing deeply
let your mind relax
forget the facts
they only tax your brain
making you complain
its always the same
again
like a drain
taking away the rain
you remain
the same
again
don't complain
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| One Moment in Infinity -:-
Posted: 8/25/2006 5:36:25 PM | Don't wanna be now sinner
don't wanna cry in the night
don't care if I'm the winner
i guess it would be alright
don't wanna stand in the spot
don't wanna feel your blue eyes
don't care if I'm a loner
I guess its a good disguise | |
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| One Moment in Infinity -:-
Posted: 8/27/2006 3:57:22 PM | funny how the eyes don't see
some things that sit in from of me
it could be thee or thou shalt do
still I miss such simplistic clues
now for no can be subliminal
a Freudian slip but never criminal
can't see my glasses cause they're on me head
can't take the hint from things I've read
its always the simplest thing that will break
give myself time and I'll surely be late
if all of these things were caught by my staff
I'd have no more stories to create a good laugh.
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| One Moment in Infinity -:- justice facade
Posted: 8/29/2006 9:14:45 AM | please let this one be the last injustice we see here on this earth
though out in space the time may come again because of thirst
it seems to me in this reality that the will of man is small
the goals we paint across the universe make us think we're tall
but all in all its only a facade ... some silly front we've made
to fool that passing stranger into thinking we are brave.
originally First line -- Last line
Posted: 8/29/2006 1148 AM
[then expanded with the following ... now]
I pray to what i feel is hope and faith in a better way
thinking sometime its going to happen and everything's o.k.
the papers seem to come and go around my busy world
showing me so constantly how brazen cruelty unfurled
open mass destruction for sake of greedy pride
corporate resolutions push and pull justice aside
taking what they think they need to fill the bottom line
faceless shareholders in shadows smile thinking profit is divine
on a beach in Florida or is it the Cayman Islands
nursing fresh skin's cancer growth denying all the violence
first is last in the line of true compassion for fellow man
winning the race of possession with underhanded scams
Oh yes we all are sinners as we pass through daily life
coveting like beginners or stealing pens for the wife
now petty crimes of passion can make for troubled times
little white lies and shorting of change easily slips the mind
Though being in god's image so close ya gotta think DNA
maybe some genetic personality flow into our ways
there might be flaws in everything in or out of this universe
can you accept a imperfect god as well like needing to rehearse
As long as life purports to be striving for the best
Darwinian evolution's call for the stronger than the rest
take charge of all around us with a ego so inflated
god complexes in pop singers making kids feel elated
writing words that fill young minds with clichés not always true
building castles in the sand for princely overviews
justice for the masses is sunken in a well
the sewage has polluted and we sure don't like the smell
so most often its just forgotten in our daily times of need
between that brunch and dinner date some sympathy may bleed
across the video pixels and spread through grocery rags
they think it will get better if we make some star into a hag
what to do in so short a time as what we have on earth
may there really be reincarnation and karma involved in birth
then it all won't feel so bad to us as we scan the glob
watching wars and corporate spills decimate young and old
please
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