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| You and I are twined, yet separate
Posted: 4/19/2009 11:50:45 PM | Feathers are light, I want to be this light.
Slowly as the sun willowing, creeping, coming
across this room, then your face, I will touch
run my hand quickly across your face.
How about the top of your head?
That I know so much.
I see it frequently. I am slow.
You are hesitant. Between the two of us.
Somebody will love with the strength
of the night, the day, the sunset.
Seagulls remind me always that I am forever
You, my love, join me in this journey
Following, stalking, wind blowing....
Chasing an elusive eternity. | |
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| You and I are twined, yet separate
Posted: 4/20/2009 6:02:08 AM |
Feathers are light, I want to be this light.
Slowly as the sun willowing, creeping, coming
across this room, then your face, I will touch
run my hand quickly across your face.
How about the top of your head?
That I know so much.
I see it frequently. I am slow.
You are hesitant. Between the two of us.
Somebody will love with the strength
of the night, the day, the sunset.
Seagulls remind me always that I am forever
You, my love, join me in this journey
Following, stalking, wind blowing....
Chasing an elusive eternity.
How lovely, how utterly lovely! How free, spontaneous and truthful! | |
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| You and I are twined, yet separate
Posted: 4/25/2009 10:17:25 PM | Endless Life
I thought it was you
as I entered the room
of silence
and then when no one answered
I fell asleep on a soft small pile
in a room I forgot
then late in the night you entered
and were worried that I was a thief
when I awoke I found you
swallowing me whole like a
anaconda
and I was glad for that
you were laughing
instead of your anger
as I expected
you wrapped me about you
while I was still asleep
and could only move and moan
and hugged me back to
delight as though I was the
only one
the very first time
and what wanton desire
I thought you would never
answer again
to find your embrace
after emptiness
then in my dreams I knew
you wanted me | |
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| You and I are twined, yet separate
Posted: 4/25/2009 10:38:09 PM | Quoting Knut Hamson's character August:
"here he sits between his ears and all he hears is emptiness. An amusing
conception, indeed. On the sea there were both motion and sound, something
for the ear to feed upon, a chorus of waters. Here nothingness meets
nothingness and the result is zero, not even a hole. Enough to make one
shake one's head, utterly at a loss." from_The Road Leads On.
climb on
phusis meisters
at two swim birds | |
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| You and I are twined, yet separate
Posted: 4/26/2009 10:19:52 PM | Motion, sound, waves, men's words
Shrivel when I see you.
I like the way your eyes open
in disgust, in delight, in the search
that translated to volcanoes
to the moment, there was this moment
I delighted you, I like the way you look!
Upon this graceful moment my hand reached
briefly touched you, we are not open.
We gave with silence as the witness that is life love.
Frankly, upon this sunrise, I loved your everlasting blue eyes. | |
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| You and I are twined, yet separate
Posted: 5/2/2009 10:12:14 AM | Trulio and 60, forvive my tardiness in acknowledging each of your splendid additions. I've been without access to my computer for a little over a week.  | |
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| You and I are twined, yet separate
Posted: 5/2/2009 11:40:33 AM | I was just about to write you....autumn wondered if you were okay, then I realized we hadn't heard from you in awhile...
larceny
the girl who'd save his life
arrested him
with handcuff eyes
leaned back her head
her smile lines
contained
her extraordinary laugh
then he knew
she
held the key
to escape
LS 5/01/09 | |
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| You and I are twined, yet separate
Posted: 5/2/2009 12:34:42 PM | Brizo, seems I can't copy & paste via this browser so I'll just say how much I loved the intricacy and paradox of that last poem of yours.
Going to scroll back & see if you had anything to say about the poem in the subject line. | |
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| You and I are twined, yet separate
Posted: 5/2/2009 1:46:49 PM |
The hunter stands apart
from the heart of his prey
I thought about true hunting, like the native americans or other indigenous cultures used to do, where they ate all edible parts of the animal and used the hide, the hooves, the sinew...
In that case, I don't think the hunter stands apart from the heart of his prey...or in the case of (human) stalking, the hunter is jealous of his prey....longs to possess the heart of his prey...if someone is bow hunting, they have to understand their prey...a hunter spends many hours studying his prey....
I am guessing, since I have never hunted...but I would think before rifles and scopes and things that made it easier to hunt (and commit war), and to remove yourself from the act and the immediacy of killing....a hunter had to become one with the heart of his prey....and when they died, something of him died too....that in the beginnings of mankind, when human life was still fragile, fewer lives, animal or human, were taken lightly... | |
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| You and I are twined, yet separate
Posted: 5/3/2009 8:07:50 AM | | Thanks, Brizo... I meant nothing as tolerant as your interpretation but rather that the hunter doesn't feel/empathize with the heart/essence/love of life of his prey... | |
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| You and I are twined, yet separate
Posted: 5/3/2009 11:10:28 PM | Their pursuit stopped at the craggy viewpoint.
Whispers, strategies, triumph.
Below them the grizzly moved knowing
sensing, digesting, synthezing their motions.
Gun was raised, eye found the target, stillness before...
the stunning shot.. grizzly turned / saw his death.
This beast knew not one moment of hesitation...
There was no shame as he exploded into death.
(got caught up in this real drama on some stupendous hunting T.V. program. I thought it was a Nature program. Two hunters who went to the body after the kill and thanked the grizz. Hmmm.) | |
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| You and I are twined, yet separate
Posted: 5/3/2009 11:24:53 PM |
grizzly turned / saw his death.
This beast knew not one moment of hesitation...
There was no shame as he exploded into death.
What would he have to be ashamed of? Dying at the hand of a hunter with a scope? | |
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| You and I are twined, yet separate
Posted: 5/4/2009 8:02:15 AM |
What would he have to be ashamed of? Dying at the hand of a hunter with a scope?
Strange to find you here when you assured me you never read my threads and pleaded with me not to post on yours! | |
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| I love you. help me
Posted: 5/5/2009 12:35:12 PM | I for u.
in I u.
n u i
for
u love me
and I U
for us all
Today | |
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| I love you. help me
Posted: 5/8/2009 9:32:40 PM | Truth. What is truth?
is truth a hitch hiker in the rain
apples on the ground
a beaver girdling a cottonwood
eating through corrogated bark?
or is truth all question
or is truth all one?
is truth composition
is truth all or none
simple?
is truth expression
and nothing else under the sun?
is the true different than the true
what does it mean to 'truthify'
some potency?
we know what it means to 'falsify'
says Nietzsche
a man is true or dumb
Is Sextus Empiricus correct:
"The true is said to differ from truth in three ways - in essence,
composition, and potency. In essence, since the true is incorporeal
[judgement and expression], while truth is a body [is a declaration of all
true things or knowledge].
In composition, because the true is a simple thing, as for example 'I
converse,' whereas truth is a compound of many true cognitions. In potency,
since truth depends on knowledge but the true does not altogether so depend.
Consequently, as they say, turth exists only in the good man, but the true | |
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| I love you. help me
Posted: 5/8/2009 11:26:48 PM | Truth is the moment at turning
I found your eyes telling me
without a shingle of artifice
you believed I would survive.
Truth is another moment
Craving was bigger than my intent
to go on and I went on and on
Understanding the power
that lifts me from the ground.
In the smallest sense
Truth is this dumb dandelion
silently thrusting into this crack
of common concrete, forgive me
Truth never forsakes , not for even one damned second. | |
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| I love you. help me
Posted: 5/9/2009 3:22:05 AM | yes, the soul is a stranger on earth,
-Es ist die Seele ein Fremdes auf Erden-
but no stranger to earth than this
estranged soul bidden to fall far above,
feet always uplifted,
an inverted world with the roots of the
suspended in the heavens
the fruits on earth, no? bonobo's peck
and paw, but love endures
like a spider in a house of sand
forever climbing the shifting grains
the telegraph poles poked out of the
dunes with their wires
shredded casings
the windows now holes among, vacancy,
weathered, sand worn and wooden facings,
built in 1917, then moved the Trak to
the north shore where the loess was lis
pleas'ain't
the inverted world like an hour glass
the horizon of being
shifting sifting
settling the
temporal
Da[vid]sein, The Star of David, and inverted superimposition of two
triangles, the symbol of three points, one an inverted tree with its roots
in heaven, and one with upside down and in the reverse position,
its roots in the earth, 3 make six, love's superimposition, & as fer the
whole truth & nothing but the truth, I claim amnesty, there was first the
light, where the light got in there was a slit. That is how the light got
in. Davidsein. The whole beautiful truth, the whole beautiful, truth, is
that that is how the light gets in, there is a lack!. I prefer my fissure
tool, on super vacuum cleaner, or crevice tool! I ain't damn right, no I am
one Joey's boys down by the corner brook street, off the shores ob Quebec
not a sight, not by a damp site yet, some how a flicker got in,
otherwise ther'rd be darkness & fright. Throw the whole shuck of em back in
the sea, bill. They're thesis ain't nor weren't no better than birch pitch
in a cold sunday morning bench in the townships.
Yes the soul is a stranger on earth | |
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| I love you. help me
Posted: 5/9/2009 1:00:15 PM | Trulio, many thanks for this:
Motion, sound, waves, men's words
Shrivel when I see you.
I like the way your eyes open
in disgust, in delight, in the search
that translated to volcanoes
to the moment, there was this moment
I delighted you, I like the way you look!
Upon this graceful moment my hand reached
briefly touched you, we are not open.
We gave with silence as the witness that is life love.
Frankly, upon this sunrise, I loved your everlasting blue eyes.
and this:
yes, the soul is a stranger on earth,
-Es ist die Seele ein Fremdes auf Erden-
but no stranger to earth than this
estranged soul bidden to fall far above,
feet always uplifted,
an inverted world with the roots of the
suspended in the heavens
the fruits on earth, no? bonobo's peck
and paw, but love endures
like a spider in a house of sand
forever climbing the shifting grains
the telegraph poles poked out of the
dunes with their wires
shredded casings
the windows now holes among, vacancy,
weathered, sand worn and wooden facings,
built in 1917, then moved the Trak to
the north shore where the loess was lis
pleas'ain't
the inverted world like an hour glass
the horizon of being
shifting sifting
settling the
temporal
which I have quoted only in part...
And thanks to you, dear 60, for this:
Truth is the moment at turning
I found your eyes telling me
without a shingle of artifice
you believed I would survive.
Truth is another moment
Craving was bigger than my intent
to go on and I went on and on
Understanding the power
that lifts me from the ground.
In the smallest sense
Truth is this dumb dandelion
silently thrusting into this crack
of common concrete, forgive me
Truth never forsakes , not for even one damned second.
What a richness the two of you have provided! | |
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| I love you. help me
Posted: 5/10/2009 9:05:05 PM | | Motion, sound, waves...is not Trulios. The poem is mine, but nevertheless I enjoy the communication. Yes. | |
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| I love you. help me
Posted: 5/11/2009 8:00:20 AM |
Motion, sound, waves...is not Trulios. The poem is mine, but nevertheless I enjoy the communication. Yes.
Ugh, how could I have made that mistake, but let me reiterate what a fine poem I think it is. | |
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| I love you. help me
Posted: 5/11/2009 6:15:20 PM | Old friends
coffee for you
for me
the inevitable Pinot Grigio
you, frazzled
but still
my mentor
I adore you
you wonderful silly man
what an incandescent bright spot
in a day of so many.
a la prochaine mon cher ami | |
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| I love you. help me
Posted: 5/12/2009 7:44:02 AM |
Old friends
coffee for you
for me
the inevitable Pinot Grigio
you, frazzled
but still
my mentor
I adore you
you wonderful silly man
what an incandescent bright spot
in a day of so many.
Coffee with you
and Jessica
- a treat
and a half! | |
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| I love you. help me
Posted: 5/12/2009 11:31:25 PM | Coffee in Montreal
I'd certainly go. (can't)
I have a funny, little lady going soon.
Would you coffee her?
Certainly, let me know. | |
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