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| The Rake in this Spirit!
Posted: 8/12/2007 8:58:24 AM |
The sky is so clear you can see the strings of
the puppeteer above the dancing stars.
great line, I really like that one..... | |
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| The Rake in this Spirit!
Posted: 8/12/2007 9:00:57 AM | Sorry to hear of trouble
in your unstable neighbourhood
not feeling at peace where you live
truly is not very good
safety is an important thing to me
I am hoping your situation
rectifies itself soon for you to see! | |
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Posted: 8/12/2007 9:16:14 AM | Decided to listen to Jim Croce---always a good choice, how we forget over the years.
Never thought of "Don't Mess Around With Jim" as empowering, but I never sought power
back in those days. This morning I was keyed up like a mother worried for her child, only it was that bad ex of mine still out of touch, haunting me. Then of course, there are the great neighbors of mine, newly discovered only to find out they are the victims of a ruthless witch whom I know quite well.
Anyway, the beautiful Jim Croce is sounding through my house and here's the first song in cue.
I just like the notion of the local bad guy getting his due. You know it's really only the local ones that are any of our business. What a hero, that Slim. Bet he rode off into the sunset.
Uptown got it's hustlers
The bowery got it's bums
42nd Street got Big Jim Walker
He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come
But he stronger than a country hoss
And when the bad folks all get together at night
You know they all call big Jim "Boss", just because
And they say
You don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim
Well outta south Alabama came a country boy
He say I'm lookin' for a man named Jim
I am a pool-shootin' boy
My name Willie McCoy
But down home they call me Slim
Yeah I'm lookin' for the king of 42nd Street
He drivin' a drop top Cadillac
Last week he took all my money
And it may sound funny
But I come to get my money back
And everybody say Jack don't you know
And you don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim
Well a hush fell over the pool room
Jimmy come boppin' in off the street
And when the cuttin' were done
The only part that wasn't bloody
Was the soles of the big man's feet
Yeah he were cut in in bout a hundred places
And he were shot in a couple more
And you better believe
They sung a different kind of story
When big Jim hit the floor now they say
You don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Slim
Yeah, big Jim got his hat
Find out where it's at
And it's not hustlin' people strange to you
Even if you do got a two-piece custom-made pool cue
Yeah you don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Slim | |
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| You Don't Mess Around With Jim by Jim Croce
Posted: 8/12/2007 9:22:40 AM | Hi Don. That'll be great. I'm trying to housekeep, listen to music and calm my agitation a bit.
Can't wait to see what you may bring.
Hi Wicked. Thanks. It's not so bad. Everyone is safe and sound this morning. It's a long story and yuk, I won't go into it. This is an excellent family. Pray they get to keep that house. They've been paying rent to this "person" who in return hasn't been paying her mortgage and in the last phases of her own eviction is threatening and harrassing them for more money, even though they've been paying her twice the amount of her mortgage.
Ok. I didn't mean to get started into it.
But now, meanwhile, Habitat for Humanity has had no idea what was going on...so to me, the
obvious answer is to let this good family buy the house from Habitat.
Then there's harrassment and threats that the owners sons might do something....
Nope, bic----- quick get foot in mouth and leave it be. | |
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| You Don't Mess Around With Jim by Jim Croce
Posted: 8/12/2007 9:51:20 AM | To my invisible~
Out of a thousand winks I awoke
To the vision of Christ’s blood—the deacon
Offered that partake thereof—but the sin
Was yanking at my psyche. I am but a man of
Hidden meanings—and what omens plague
This soul of the never departure—I treasure dearly.
As the poetry pours out—I allow the ink to rupture.
In truth—every venture renders heartache and soulfelt
Agonies—thus, to the stars I seek no illusion. Embrace
Me as what I present—and never shall you utter of a
Deception from this vessel of spirit. Sex is but a burden
Without the soul of the mind attached—thus, I have only
Conquered a few. Those without the strength to rebuttal—I
Left screaming within the night. Thy words are affected with
Intellect—thy secretive passions are drenched with wit—you
Have felt the pains of abandonment—you have touched the sores
Of God. Possessiveness is but the birth of insecurities. And
Misperceptions can ruin a nation. I accept what you give—without
Want of clipping thy wings. If he keeps thy soul—I will but recite
God’s poem at thy wedding. | |
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| You Don't Mess Around With Jim by Jim Croce
Posted: 8/12/2007 10:11:45 AM | What can a mere woman speak at the fountain of truth, Don.
Possessiveness is a quality so childish, I've long stopped entertaining its possibilities.
What is a soul kept, but one who is possessed by questions one human could relieve.
When you will, I will delight at more of your offerings. | |
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| You Don't Mess Around With Jim by Jim Croce
Posted: 8/12/2007 10:15:41 AM | Indeed! Women I adore.
But never wast beauty born
Till you. I sit wondering how
The wine tastes in thy presence;
Knowing that the gods are with you.
My addiction is unto death; can you
Appease my aching soul? I twist
Moonstruck; knowing that you
Possess the secret; the one that will
Release me from sin. You inspire
Poetry. You, a woman worshiped by
Picasso. You think me insane to convey
Such words. But not all can capture me
As you hath. Forgive my lustful heart.
I am but a man; afflicted with the poetry
Of God. Tell me that dreams see light.
Tell me that you believe in forgiving a
Man addicted to women. Tell me that I’m
Not wrong for craving the emotions of God.
Human we are; attempting desperately to
Connect with something worthy of trust.
I confess, I have died and returned for thee.
We once walked through the Garden of Eden.
You and I were the beginning! Am I blind
For seeking out thy fruit? The first fruits of
Existence! | |
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| You Don't Mess Around With Jim by Jim Croce
Posted: 8/12/2007 11:28:09 AM | Dear Don,
Your poetry is exquisite, your words so humble.
I'm going to write what I can. You inspire me beyond words.
But I know that if I know you, I'll be inspired back to words
back to the part of me that now stands hushed and waiting.
What can I forgive and what can I teach?
I can only forgive your body, were I to know it.
(It's hard enough to forgive my own. ha ha.)
What I have to teach
is just who I am. Let
me say one thing,
Taking pleasure in someone's body whom you don't care to know--
and you've learned this---is too close of contact for strangers.
And well, another thing,
I think maybe there are two kinds of people
in the world, those who bravely
pursue understanding through truth
(as comes from human speech)
and those who seek security at all costs.
It takes forgiveness and patience to align yourself with truth.
I'm sorry. I'm really rambling. My brain's blood flow is drained by lunch digestion.
I wish I could write something
that would convey how beautiful your mind is to me.
Instead, I'm going to nap a bit... and Jesus said, "Will no one stay awake with me?"
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| You Don't Mess Around With Jim by Jim Croce
Posted: 8/12/2007 3:07:43 PM | Did someone mention a beautiful mind
that must be me
you are so kind
Will no one stay awake with me?
taking a nap?
it's nearly three
we need to cook up
some chemistry | |
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| Catharsis (???a?s??) is a Greek word meaning "pacifying" or "sucking"
Posted: 8/12/2007 6:11:25 PM | The algebraic sum of all the transformations occurring in a cyclical process can only be positive, or, as an extreme case, equal to nothing.
Quantitatively, Clausius states the mathematical expression for this theorem is as follows. Let δQ be an element of the heat given up by the body to any reservoir of heat during its own changes, heat which it may absorb from a reservoir being here reckoned as negative, and T the absolute temperature of the body at the moment of giving up this heat, then the equation:
must be true for every reversible cyclical process, and the relation:
must hold good for every cyclical process which is in any way possible. This is the essential formulation of the second law and one of the original forms of the concept of entropy. It can be seen that the dimensions of entropy are energy divided by temperature, which is the same as the dimensions of Boltzmann's constant (kB) and heat capacity. The SI unit of entropy is "joule per kelvin" (J•K−1). In this manner, the quantity "ΔS" is utilized as a type of internal energy, which accounts for the effects of irreversibility, in the energy balance equation for any given system. In the Gibbs free energy equation, i.e. ΔG = ΔH - TΔS, for example, which is a formula commonly utilized to determine if chemical reactions will occur, the energy related to entropy changes TΔS is subtracted from the "total" system energy ΔH to give the "free" energy ΔG of the system, as during a chemical process or as when a system changes state.
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| Mixed CD
Posted: 8/12/2007 6:59:55 PM | Ah, Hb: so the heat from my chest is passing into the reservoir of my breasts. inflammation, mastitis. yes, yes, elementary, my dear Watson... 
I've got a long post here. Today I listened to the first mix CD the ex made me. It was before I ever even sat at his computer. He had his catalog of titles over here one day and I just checked off a bunch pretty much at random. I've made a little collage from lyrics excerpts.
To give you an idea of the quality of our love, think Braddah IZ.
It was tough. This is the first time I listened to it since we broke up. There are some instrumentals on the CD that I haven't bothered to describe.
Also, lyrics in Spanish have been translated to the English.
It's strange how this rich collection sounds like the biblical "clanging bell or tinkling cymbal" without his love in my life. It's great for you guys to tolerate me. This is just a momentary lapse, I'll be back to my own bungling self soon.
Mixed CD
Ay, ay, ay, ay
It sings and you do not cry
Because singing they are glad
Whoa I am just a vagabond, a drifter on the run--- the eloquent profanity, it rolls right off my tongue
And I have dined in palaces, drunk wine with kings and queens...
But darlin', oh darlin', you're the best thing I ever seen
Kicked by the wind, , , , Robbed by the sleet, , , , Had my head stoved in but I'm
still on my feet
And I'm still ... in a whole lot of trouble
Slip me a slug of the wonderful mug ------an I'll cut a rug just as snug in a jug
Drop a nickel in the pot joe
Takin it slow
Waiter, waiter, percolator
I love coffee, I love tea
I love the java jive and it loves me
Coffee and tea and the java and me
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, boy!
He was shy
And so was i
And now I know I'll never, ever say goodbye
Ooo whee, say you ought to come and see
He's the most
From coast to coast
We would shout and swim about the coral that lies beneath the waves
Oh what joy for every girl and boy knowing they're happy and they're safe
We would be so happy you and me
No one there to tell us what to do
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden with you.
Let me sleep on it...........Baby, baby let me sleep on it
Let me sleep on it...................And I'll give you my answer in the morning
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
Kiko and the lavender moon...........Out playing - makes believe nobody can see
And then he waits
And then he fakes
And then he bends
And then he shakes
He plays and plays
Still playing till he goes off to sleep
His verse is light green And it is flaming red
His verse is a wounded stag
Who seeks refuge on the mountain
This is crazy
I wish I was the moon tonight
Chimney falls and lovers blaze
Thought that I was young
Now I've freezing hands & bloodless veins
As numb as I've become
I'm so tired,
I wish I was the moon tonight
How will you know if you found me at last
'Cause I'll be the one, be the one, be the one
With my heart in my lap
I'm so tired, I'm so tired
I wish I was the moon tonight
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground. What have we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here.
now when you pick a paw paw,
or a prickly pear,
and you prick a wrong paw,
well next time, beware,
dont pick the prickly pear by the paw,
when you pick a pear, try to use the claw,
but you dont need to use the claw,
when you pick a pear of the big paw paw,
Have i givin you a clue?
Now there ain't no cure
For the summertime blues
Now there ain't no cure
For the summertime blues
When I'm walkin' in the dark.........I'm free to covet all I want........You've made it all
so very dangerous
I can't stay away
Ay, ay, ay, ay
It sings and you do not cry
"Roll 'em Easy" and "Willin' " by Little Feat
"Cielito Lindo" sung by Los Lobos
guantanamera Jose Fernandez Diaz
"Kiko and the lavender moon" Los Lobos
"summertime blues" los lobos
"Boy from New York City" Manhattan Transfer
Java Jive
Manhattan Transfer
Paradise by the Dashboard Light
Meatloaf
"I wish I was the moon tonight" and "Tightly" Niko Case
"Bear Necessities" Disney
"Octopus's Garden" Beatles
"Over the Rainbow" "Wonderful World" Braddah IZ | |
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| Pursuit of Happiness
Posted: 8/12/2007 7:18:58 PM | I don't get it.
We have to have a job.
You can't expect someone else to "make" you happy.
Our counselor even told us, you can't
expect your partner to be responsible for your sex life...
(existentialist lesbian snob....ahem)
I don't get it.
You have to make yourself happy?
What is there to pursue? | |
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| Pursuit of Happiness
Posted: 8/12/2007 8:01:54 PM | ah pensky, I believe you are supposed to attract, not pursue.....sort of like a magnetism thing.....
well, it's sort of passive.......it may not be your thing.....
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| Pursuit of Happiness
Posted: 8/12/2007 8:06:21 PM | What is this "attract"?
Attract? magnetism. Ah, I know what you're talking about. It's the "attracting" what your desire into your life---thing. yes, yes....
Show me the research on that.
I mean that good-humoredly, Brizo, I hope you know that.
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| Pursuit of Happiness
Posted: 8/12/2007 9:14:12 PM | I tell you what I attract...
I attract kids.
That's what I'm hiding from even now--
I slink around, postponing my fate.
I love em, yanno.
Doesn't matter if I wish there were more to life
to attract to myself...
Maybe I attract em cuz I do love em--just don't know.
I just wish I had someone my own size.
But kids are out there waiting...
They'll catch me.
If I forget my role,
they'll succor me in.
They know I'm on their level,
and their movements in space
complement my own.
Pitiful little darlings,
they fully expect society
to work--for my part,
I try to show them it can.
It was all I could do to have
kids of my own--there are
so many to be had and just
multiplying all the time.
No, Brizo, I just don't get it. | |
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| Pursuit of Happiness
Posted: 8/13/2007 3:29:20 AM | The Little Children and Jesus ~ Luke 18:15-17
15People were also bringing babies to Jesus to have him touch them. When the disciples saw this, they rebuked them. 16But Jesus called the children to him and said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. 17I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it." | |
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| Never give up on love
Posted: 8/13/2007 4:18:49 AM | from my own experience
this is what I have found
when love hits you
it keeps on going round
round and round
and round and round
two circles within each other
giving love and joy
as a father, sister, brother
heed not the words of others
listen to those inside
your Father and your Mother
and your inner child
Love always conquers hate
the battle does go on
my love loves me
he knows he is the one
Love makes you crave a child
God planned it that way
incest his only choice
Love keeps that sin at bay | |
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| Love comes again
Posted: 8/13/2007 4:51:10 AM | Love comes again in its own natural time
love is like finding a smooth easy rhyme
love moves along to its own steady rhythm
lovers want the whole world to move with them
Be open to love and just let it find you
it may sneak up so silent when you're just feeling blue
fear it not, let your heart find a warm place to rest
if it's true, you've found something that is just the best. | |
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| Love comes again
Posted: 8/13/2007 5:22:50 AM | Thank you both so much, hb and likes a laugh.
It never ceases to amaze me the encouragement and support to be found in pof poets.
Poetry seeming just for me, I can't help but embrace and be honored. Hard to stay depressed in such a state.
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| Love comes again
Posted: 8/13/2007 6:02:26 PM | Just stopping in for one last post
to a dear friend
an amazing host
I've decided it's time to fly
need to put before my eyes
a different blue sky
always your poetry to me will be sweet
just like your heart
knowing you has been quite a treat
yet for us this is not a final goodbye
for in life
I am sure we will gaze up at same skies
so my friend
away from POF I must go
just wanted to give you
one last show.
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| Love comes again
Posted: 8/13/2007 7:50:30 PM |  Hey V. my friend.....I am crying again! Guess this is my substance in life...after you hit 48? shit...no fair! but I shall live...I pray veil! lolll 
Off into life another one flies.......
like wings and wind of a big flighty bird..........
Seems nothing can stop her...
we all knew and hoped......
for finally off...her sweet heart would go.........
Has found another life....
one of care and of love........
one where no one....has to wish of another!
two hearts as sweet...as a couple of lovebirds in a nest.....
The kind of love that is only meant.........
for two of the kindest hearts....I have ever known!
I send them my blessings ....
for their hearts...my love shows!
"May they always see sunshine........
may they always see love........
may every cloud...that is from above.....
shine upon these two ....like a heaven of glory!
May they always know love.....
may all know of their sweet lovely story!"
hugs to T. and S....my hugs I send................
never forget this SQUIRRRELLLLLLLLLLLLL......
for she is your favorite CHEERLEADER!
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