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Posted: 7/13/2008 7:32:48 AM | That damn old couch that is shaded green
A hue that was mass produced long ago
Not like the sleek monochromatic fibers of today
It’s speckled with dots of the seventies
And its wooden frame make it impossible
To move from place to place
But it manages to live yet another year
Every time I sit on it, clouds of dust
Puff out into the air with the smell of humidity and antiquity
That damn old couch cloaked in memories
Of other homes and people who’ve passed on
Of childhood and adolescence and love
First loves and lovemaking, good flicks
And not so good ones, lust and motherhood
Fights and quarrels and bad allergies
I just don’t know if I’m ready to throw away
This monstrosity in my den that breaks all the rules
And sticks out like a green, sore thumb. | |
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Posted: 7/13/2008 7:53:28 PM | I had an orange one, very similar
too homely to ever want to keep
it was never comfortable in any way
but it lived with me for 10 years
strange what lands in your lap
never rising to the level of action
call it going with the flow
flow of what?
that was one ugly couch
I gave it to a family with 4 kids
like they didnt have enough problems... | |
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Posted: 7/13/2008 8:20:15 PM |   
I hear ya guys...lol I got some stuff...soon may have to go!
Moving maybe ...what do I do with it??? 
I GOTTA THING...LOL
Think Granny called it a dining room ...cabinet!
It weighs a thousand pounds!
Took 5 men to move it the last time!
Thats why my mama left her behind!
Pure cherry wood!
Weight is incomprehendable
until you handle her!
Large , scratched up but hides with lots of wax!
I could never throw her away...
was Grandmamas!
God , I could never be so cruel!
lol...thats what my mama said when she left her for me!
So all of the years my son packed her with VCR movies he
collected all his freakin' life!
Since he was 3 or 4 ...my god yanno how many in there stored?
Finally last weekend he came over for dinner
Said Ma " Can I have the old VCR player?"
Almost 70 movies I had bought him all his life...
Many he loved so!
Watched some every Sat. morning for years!
All bought for his sweet young heart!
I said "Son ...take that DVR and all those damn movies"
Everydamn one was bought for you
By me or those that loved you...
He was chillingly happy...smile on his face
Made me Damn well happy!
He said Ma...I missed these things...
I am grown now...wanna watch em again!
Almost made a mother cry!
To know how much he loved em...
Now more to know he would watch em all again!
Nothing better in parenting ...
to know sometimes you did the "Good thing"
He said ma...I have wanted to see these for so long!
Kids in the crossfire of becoming Men...
They so love to go back and enjoy...youth ...again!
I know that of my Son!
Will be 21 in December!
He wants to play and watch all of his things
of younger days...
Maybe because he knows ...he may not get another chance!
I remember those memories...remember those days!
When you get to the age where you know....
eventually ...it all goes ...away!
sniff ...sniff and I did cry after he had gone!
There went my baby...
There grew my Son!
My Man!
I would give him my heart...if he needed it~!
And he asked me politiely ...
if he could have all of these things
bought for him ...
all of those years!???
Does he or has he never had Ears?
Did he never know ?
They were all for him!
Robotjox...movie...lol
Earnest movies...
Terminator....?
Dragonslayer
all these movies we watched together
when he was but a child!
I enjoyed each one more...
because he loved each one!
My God , does he not see how much he meant to me?
I try to tell him,
his fantasies and dreams
always meant the most to me...
I was always the one confused!
He was the one that always grounded me!
Kept me from myself...
He made me believe in things...
Now I don't have the strength to fight for!
If ever an Angel landed on me...
My beautiful Son...
This he is and will Be!
Rock on....my Fine Son~!  | |
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Posted: 7/13/2008 9:33:56 PM |  J. my friend...posted this one for my son...and for you!
~ Bob Dylan~
~No Direction Home: ~
~ Dink's Song~
If I had wings like Noah's dove
I'd fly the river to the one I love
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well.
I had a man, who was long and tall,
Moved his body like a cannon ball.
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well.
'Member one evening, it was drizzling rain
And in my heart I felt an aching pain.
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well.
Once I wore my apron low,
Been a-keep' you away from my door.
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well.
Now my apron is up to my chin,
You pass my door but you never come in.
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well.
Muddy river runs muddy 'n' wild,
You can't care the bloody for my unborn child.
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well.
Number nine train ain' done no harm,
Number nine train take my poor baby home.
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well.
Fastest man I ever saw
Skid Missouri on the way to Arkansas.
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well.
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Posted: 7/13/2008 9:58:28 PM | all that talk about couches....
when I left, I left everything
started fresh
it was a chair for me
the very first piece of furniture
that sat solitary for months
in the living room
brought me comfort
a 5 dollar peachy pink thing
bought at the local mission
well worn and broken in
although kinda ugly, still looked good
and felt good as soon as I sat in it
a recliner
everyone needs a recliner
a place to put your feet up
in a place that one calls home
that chair recently went back
to the mission I bought it from
and all I could do as I watched
it drive away in the mission truck
was hope that maybe someone else
down on their luck
would find that chair and a new beginning
and while they sat in it
they would find themselves
thinking that although life
seemed bad it could be worse
cause finally they had
found something
comfortable to sit in | |
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Posted: 7/13/2008 10:07:41 PM |  
sistah...E.
I am tellin' someone will feel the vibes
The love from that ole peach recliner'
They will sit in it...and they will find mind
and more...maybe sweet fine hope
So let us just say...nothin' good ever goes to waste!
Cause someone needin'
could always use it ...
hold it like a precious jewel!
Beauty in old things...
this in my whole life
I have found!
They have brought me more
beautiful memories and holds
Although ...comes a time
you have to let em go.........
off to someone else
That needs em ...
more than us!
This is life!
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Posted: 7/13/2008 10:14:30 PM |  Yanno ....this is the hardest thing I ever had to do!
All my life I have been collecting...
things my life and loved ones held
I stand now like an idiot!
I wonder if they know...why?
someone finally has to let go?
Don't they?
if they didn't
my gawd ...I would be a warehouse???
right>'
guilt fills me...
yet I know ...
someone will benefit
I wish I could tell each one the stories...
of the life of each and every thing!
Not possible
I just know they will feel it...
its Kismet...
Life goes around...
things feel so much ...
we feel so much!
Somehow they will know part of it
If they are human...
And I cry each time
I part with each one...
my god we cant have everything ....
forever???
can we?
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Posted: 7/14/2008 12:30:06 AM | Is one ignorant enough
to think me ignorant?
Of their disbeliefs and indrescretions>?
what an ***hole ...I am!?
Not...
I am wise to the clowns
wise to their ways
I have lived long before'
and after their days...
I have heard all the stories
drank all the wine...
One idiot could copulate
after their shine!
loll...
such idiots ,
live everywhere...not just here!
we live and we learn
they jive and they jeer!
Just knowing I am so much kinder and real...
I could never use my losses...
to feel...
I am clear!
 that sucks the BiG ONE~ | |
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Posted: 7/16/2008 7:06:10 AM | | in brief, i love all the writes and expressions herein. i look forward to rereading them in the future. | |
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Posted: 7/23/2008 12:04:54 AM | This was a first line last line but I thought it belonged in here as well, not something I normally do but it just fits.....
Poverty's Daily Quest
Imagine poverty’s daily quest
To live in squander broken mess
Sullied blankets tatter clothes
Chosen, destined only knows
Seeking solace from hollow eyes
Petitioning within the tender cries
Soliciting penance to fill the soul
From passers by with each cajole
This is poverty’s daily quest
To fill the souls of discarded guests
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Posted: 7/27/2008 12:48:08 PM | | ^^^^ it is always an intrigue with due reason. i thank you for placing this here. i can see why it belongs. | |
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Posted: 7/27/2008 1:03:52 PM | Infused unto abstract thought
Infused with smoke.
Fused with thought.
The spirit-room invokes.
Literature becomes taut.
But an unpainted canvas
Looking unto her for creation
Do create me
Do give to me sensation.
Never the understanding in
Some, uncritical minded
Lower chakra dwellers, hate
Filled, unknowingly blinded.
The joy and freedom of
Thinking well, the shared
Homage of critical thought,
The shelter within the erred.
I live here, unafraid, fixed
In the ratio of impermanence
Adrift in the shapes of humanity
Loving You for reading this.
Then the reflection settles.
Even consciousness is conditioned.
One’s milieu has structured awareness.
Is this more than split’ed frictions!
The room is filled with smoke.
The mind is sweating.
The world is speculating.
In it all, I awake, beckoned.
Tell me more of the unknowable.
Convince me to believe unto
The comfort of withered minds.
Now tell me I’m free! | |
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Posted: 7/27/2008 7:32:13 PM | Plastic glass,
Distorted and
Blurry, an
Architect in
The mind
Of the
Unimagined.
Sculptured, thus
We thrive.
And to
You I
Come, to
Inhume my
Phallic pulse;
The betrayal
Of divinity;
The pioneers
Of Eden.
Furnish my
Mind with
Hope. Manifest
Us in
The color
Of certainty.
Take us
Without the
Desperation. Resurrect
Again the
First kiss
Of love.
Do I
Pray in
Vain! Is
The human
Condition the
Eternity of
Us! And
You sit
There, reading
Me broken;
Reading a
Part of
Us, that
Will perish
With tomorrow. | |
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Posted: 7/27/2008 7:59:08 PM | a part of us
LIVES
in the fray
the fringe
the binge
the subdued
hues of certainty
the smeared colors of clarity
black is not a color but an
an absorption
of all
that is light
or was that was
and can it be broken?
or just reframed
or mamed
as in bonzai
pruned
I loaned my paint brushes
to a lost man
and he threw them in the trash
and said
"paint me, if you can,
a picture with no colors
a voice without others
to love by"
and I cried
because I couldn't
and knowing that even if I could
I shouldn't
his eyes see
the things
in and around me
but they're not his
and they will not be
because these things
belonged to me
for but a moment
and I exist in it
but other moments
will come
and in them
I will find myself dumb
if I haven't been
enough already | |
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Posted: 7/27/2008 11:16:29 PM | a magnificent mistake
came today
I sought
to make it perfect
smooth and lustrous
what came was roughness
textural reality
a crackled piece
of art
that shone
a wonderous thing
I could not have
created except
for my unknowingness
it was a happening
of happenstance
so beautiful
the end result
I chose to preserve
lest the process
be forgotten
the knowledge lost
although try and try as I might
I could not repeat it
that gift of perfect
imperfection
was just that
a momentary benefaction
gifted by inconsistence
and chance | |
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Posted: 7/28/2008 9:53:45 AM | meaning
physical
cast
roll
read
somethin'
throw somethin' down
see if you can drown
out the voice
with your own will
tell me where I'm at
needed?
...maybe....
so, then the lessons failed?
can we be honest with ourself enough to take things for what they are?
do we need another to tell us what we already know to make it so?
letting go of what is seen
and looking for that "in between"
if you can't look inside yourself
how will you ever look god in the "eye"
or maybe I should say "I"
IS that really faith then?
does it take away from my faith to question it?
the spirit
so easily led astray
another piece of self it costs
idolatry wasn't just statues
what's more empowered?
the spirit u seek or the candles you use? | |
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Posted: 7/28/2008 5:28:25 PM | lost lyric
of a melancholy melody
meandered word-ward
dazed and paraphrased
sung strutting
stealthily on staff
once worthy lullabies
disbanded, behind bars
rest quietly
up-scaled andante
to a tone | |
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Posted: 7/28/2008 5:32:56 PM | The Sound
shadows come in droves
accumulating clouds
that hang like death
foreboding
water walls that swell
crest toppling
brine waves
bend stolid stone
and sand
the body breaths
one mindless whisper
suffocating sound | |
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Posted: 7/29/2008 4:45:18 AM | Walking with the desert
It won’t allow the sun to forget
Remarkable in the shades of yellow
Even sunglasses can’t erase
The brilliance of mankind
You forgot to make amends
The wind howls
Wear your glasses
It won’t protect your mind
Somehow I do believe you will take this personally
Just ask and you will find how much I love you
Dare you
Or do I have to await another blue moon?
Someone is scared of poetry
A heart beats towards the pure moon
As I sit and play in the sandpit
How many castles do you want built?
With a moat and a drawbridge
Heck I’ll even bind you in chains
Today I wear lipstick
It’s only plastic
I know what is real 
thank you NAW...I got the plastic inspiration from you...in poetry and poetic licence...thankfully you NEVER take me to heart...you know I only blubber...and I thank you again for this home; I can also shed my tears in | |
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Posted: 7/29/2008 8:41:12 AM | i sit and read and reread. but i'm not at all offended.
expression. it can not be hampered. and i would have it no other way.
i thank you all for sharing.
it is 'always' appreciated.
naive. | |
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Posted: 7/29/2008 9:30:08 AM | what is abstract but the painting of a mind
set in the framework of opulence divine
a blur of pastels soft as down
a vibrant brush of fire and sound
an epilogue of a dimensional hum
a razor slice of what’s to become
a portrait of what remains true
a flash when space and times askew
naive been enjoying your place thanks | |
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Posted: 7/30/2008 10:33:50 PM | | ^^truly amazing! i love every line. and i thank you for placing it here. | |
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Posted: 7/31/2008 10:24:45 PM | Pastels rain down in colourful hues
Painting the sky to gently transfuse
A vision to interpret into hungry minds
Tracing the beauty and all that it finds
Creating an image for each to relate
Each for his and his mind to create
Perception of vision is solely their own
Captured, sculpted and delicately honed
The vision of lights dancing up into the sky
Streaming in greens the lights never deny
A vision of beauty to dance with the stars
Tracing the night in the structure of bars
A vision of elegance, the Northern Lights
Reaching the heavens with infinite heights
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Posted: 8/1/2008 3:53:40 PM | | ^^^ truly fantastic! i love it. and i thank you for returning a placing this marvelous poem. | |
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Posted: 8/2/2008 8:31:44 PM | Hi Josh, it's been awhile....I like the poem beginning with plastic glass....we do live on, in heart and memory
learning planet
the roles we play on the stage of creation
run counter to the equation
our burgeoning population
requiring more than our ration
in the world of creatures
we're over reachers
greedy bliss beseechers
when we were meant
and cosmic sent
to be each other's teachers
LS 8/02/08 | |
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