| om's palms
Posted: 6/6/2007 6:13:53 AM | I cleaned the kitchen today
I even wiped the dust off
The other chair | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/6/2007 6:16:56 AM | Space Cadet
I’ve seen the day crawl into night a thousand times
It happens when the cold reaches my hands
That’s when I go into dream
Rush through space in open cockpit
Bragging and waving to the moon on the way by
See, see how big my hands are
It always smiles
And I carry on
Gulping moon-dust and dodging space debris
Every so often
I turn on the radio and listen to history repeat itself
Or climb out and stand on the hood
Pretending I’m someone famous
Searching for the green button
That splits the universe wide open
So that everyone can climb in
To heaven
I’ve never found it
But this time
The next time the day crawls into night
And the cold reaches my hands
I’m not going to dream
No, I’m not going to dream
And I’m not going
To dream | |
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Posted: 6/6/2007 6:22:22 AM | Entitled
I’ve drifted a year in uncertainty
Bumped up against boxes
And soft round thighs
Days light, days dark
Speeding through space slowly
Listening to verbal silence
I smile now
My heart’s afloat on sound
And I’ll watch
Keep watching
The shadows
Fire Flies
It’s what I know now
It’s what the Gods have shown me | |
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Posted: 6/6/2007 6:56:58 AM | The Experience
There are so many voices here
Shift-working the dream-block
This sizable union
Squeezing-in circumstance
Forging verse
Into gunpowder
Listening
For slow earth quake
And psychic revelation
We gather for love-mass
In books stores
Barns, and on far-out icebergs
Huddled apart
Waiting
To touch love
It’s a familiar echo
That floats through the day
Like Sunday morning prayer
Low in winter | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/6/2007 6:59:18 AM | John Lennon Still Lives
You stand in the big sky like a steel bird
You are the dream warrior
Flying through the surreal
Collecting tin cans, flowers
And old war photos
You swallow the blood of madness
Then scream-dive full tear-drop
Into war zone
Dropping poems like propaganda
On an enemy you now love
And understand
Then waddle like a penguin
Amongst the believers
That see through your eyes
My hero
My muse
My steel bird
That sings | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/6/2007 7:01:18 AM | Dream Boy
If I could fill both lungs
with air as pure as angel wing
I would blow a righteous breeze
across the plains of war
and level the day
back to spring
when life was a small boy
playing in the dirt | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/6/2007 7:02:43 AM | The Actors Guild
She was a pale skinned Brahmin Jewel
With breasts the size of confidence
Lips as sensuous as India itself
And walked the city of joy
Pretending not to notice
Every mans erection
Manisha
Even her name
Summoned the hearts of peasants
With gifts
And cows
A real movie star
Without a movie
Name dropping her way
To the star-struck bottle
In her public sun-dresses
Something was telling though
When I heard the words
Fuck me baby, fuck me
Faint echoes from the
Local strip joint
Then it started
The 3 am liquor calls
Daddy didn’t love me
That’s when I knew
The gold on her lips
Was just
Store bought
Lip gloss | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/6/2007 7:11:09 AM | A Penguins Right
I waddled on over
And huddled In
The crowd of penguins
Head bowed
Pressed against
Hunger
And life
I got a woody | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/6/2007 7:12:17 AM | One day
We'll fly a miracle
Inside a timeless moment
When one soft small whisper
Will split the heavens
And carry us on
To a dream | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/6/2007 8:00:44 AM | WOW OM!!! Glad these are no longer buried!
Still reading, but you chose well in that a.m. energy disturbance *smile
Post 8, September Man..perfect!
and this one ...well "it were love"
and I
The sensitive creature I am
Will always look upon
This hush
As if it were
Love
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Posted: 6/6/2007 8:09:34 AM | | Om....just marvelous. Each and every one! Reading these left me legless. It's very powerful to have them all compiled in one spot. Really well done! | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/6/2007 8:20:14 AM | !! It's a treasure trove of OM !!
Thank you so much for sharing so much of yourself with us om! Absolutely wonderful!! | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/6/2007 12:27:12 PM | | A nice library, comfy chairs that you can sit cross legged in, good view of the moon and stars from the picture plate window, a fire crackling, wine and poetry. Thats what it feels like in here. I'll sit in the corner quietly and listen, with a big grin on. | |
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Posted: 6/6/2007 6:40:26 PM | | om ~~ just awesome!! | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/6/2007 7:36:05 PM | well woob, there are some awesome folks here that inspire us, eh!..;-)
Thanks, everyone! I appreciate your encouraging words!
The day shift's calling, lately...back in a while...;- | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/7/2007 9:24:23 AM | Oh, yes, om, awesome indeed. Lovely pond to be swimming in, eh?
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/8/2007 12:28:53 AM | Genius Lives
A selected few perhaps
Witnessing your shadow
Pass through the nights
Like a professing romantic
Box-car hero
But who am I to explain
An unfamiliar myth
Deep in the blue
Yet so beautiful
I retreat to the unsung
Sorry nonsense
Only to catch my breath
Long enough to say
Genius lives | |
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Posted: 6/8/2007 12:30:58 AM | It ok
It, lends
Always
On times
Always
Resurfacing
Forms
In-forming
Elusions
Served up
Down to the last
Walloping
Moment
And all the while
It ok | |
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Posted: 6/8/2007 12:39:39 AM | | om, so glad you've compiled these in one spot, some I recognize, some I don't. Very inventive, keep them coming! | |
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Posted: 6/8/2007 7:52:42 AM | cheer, rory
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Endings
winter has ended
outside
the air
thick
in fortune
tonight
my eyes will fly
into the sun
I know her form
soft as sensitivity itself
and I will die again
a rose
in flame | |
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Posted: 6/8/2007 7:55:19 AM | A Beautiful Friend
From the bellies of ‘Mongrels’
‘Half-breeds’
And ‘Pure-Bread’ Buffoons
Sanity explodes
At this drive-through sit-in
Driving desperation
Murderous thought
And Kinder-eggs
Up the asses
Of a primal peoples
Hush
Fear’s locked down,
Unlocked to the day room
Till night becomes
A beautiful friend
And stubby pencils
The key | |
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Posted: 6/8/2007 7:59:08 AM | Into the Hollow
I’m in a hollow community now
Where night and day have no shade
Days dragged by time
Time by Space
And Space
A White noise
Sharp as flour
There are faces here
Lots of faces
Pressed in mist
Locked in grey
And uncertainty floats
Like gas fume
Amongst the screams
Laughter
And dead air
And I , a paper cut-out
Adrift in lung
Watch
As stone busts
Fold themselves
Then vanish
Into the hollow | |
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Posted: 6/8/2007 8:19:11 AM | Feel Good
You know
Sometimes I think
I’m glad I’m not well read
I mean
I can take my original thought
And it into time
And feel good
You know
Feel good | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/8/2007 8:32:35 AM | Within a Moment
We played till the sun went down back then
Searching for more ways to play
Asleep, dreaming like kids dream
Driving clouds, around and around
One behind the other, following
Each moment,
To an endless sky
Then time
Slow
Unnoticeable
Barely traceable
Dissolved our innocence
Into a hard, history world
Aware of doubt, chaos
And murder
Guarding our cautions
Driving our lives
We exist
But as slow as it began
Fear
Gives way to dream
To the possibilities
Beyond daylight
Beyond history
And far beyond caution
So that once more
We can allow ourselves
To play
Within a moment | |
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| om's palms
Posted: 6/8/2007 9:41:28 AM | Ah, we were young then
smoking Balkan Sobranies
or black Egyptians
or Russian cloves
or pastel ovals
but not inhaling
long black toreador pants
and bright silk scarves
waiting for a poet
with heavy jaw muscles
or a black dancer
it didn't matter
because everything was
just
so
intense
. | |
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