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Sleep: our paradigm/
of the universe to keep/
through a constant night
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Daybreak young bucks joust
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Antlers clash, wet flank muscle
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Sunlit snow showers, night
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nothing but blue sky
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even the half moon stood still
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night's watch, as birds fought
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magnolia fire
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as the swan swims, rain fell cold
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flowers light the pond
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*Yes. That was me at Kmart in sunglasses asking for Van Morrison's
Greatest Hits.
Pleased to meet you!
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JANUARY 19, 2012 2:10AM
Slow Down First
right
away
belt
line
politics
Oh to be
Kingston Town
now drive past
Ian Fleming's
homesweethome
watch the driver
points
that
house
that
hill
where
Bob
Marley
waits
still
or hairpin
home again
home to Lodi
corner of
Mill/Hill
turn when
[Arlington/Lodi]
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before
night
lest the
wind blow
cold
Comments
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your creative wizardry is for the ages, Algis, thanks. I am curious what you would think of my: 'Motoring' September 9, 2009 8:00 a.m. here on Opens Salon?
Please read *that* post and render advice.
J.P. Hart Motoring might find it via Google.
I owe you a cold beer, vg friend!
once upon a time.
Oh how you make me wish I could be in Kingston Town
rated with love
`
Patience.
You deleted?
I loved.
`
Bob Marley has papers for rolling Canadian tobacco. My neighbor farmer told me.
Last eve the blog about General Westmorland stirred dormant emotions. Potent.
I recalled `Patience.
Patience is`Suffering.
It's to suffer`Forbear.
Lie - eventually`Kill folk.
Westmorland was a`Pawn.
He was a Pentagon`Tool.
DEvil still get in de'`Pants.
Evil possession is`Damon.
4th cen BC is still`Human.
Human can be so`Demon.
a Evil will totally a`Ruin.
cc
email to Beelzebub cohort.
thanks for a wake-up call.
I'll browse the blogosphere.
`
Cigarettes can lure with aroma.
They look cool and puff smoke.
A toxin-habit allures J.P. Hart.
Hamartia - In the end - Ruins.
You can smoke if you wish to.
The habit will not ruin `Self.
Plutocrats sell the inner`Soul.
No rip hole in behind of `Pants.
Media thinks Ya No too`Sexy.
After plucking a apple Ya`Know.
You/me can't fool self`Forever.
What's repressed will`Go Boom!
More later:
find me a ruby
that no king has
taken
find me a king
that sweats at
the brow
find me
a peace
find me
spring fever
and hounds
at the hearth
I wandered off
and sat in my
stinky truck
P.U.
P.S.
EP?
Oho!
Nope.
You were mentioned at a dinner table.
Someone loves you like you Robert H.
Deluty?
(tease)
Tease?
Tease if You are cultivating Kindness,
Love,
Hope,
And that 'suffering' long-patient`Virtue.
Tested
Refined
Endured
Precious
`
Foci
`
The dinner Guest thought your cute.
She bemoans She never slept in bed.
She may email you. Hop in haystack.
Robert H. Deluty is happily married.
Robert DeNiro may say`I'm hitched.
Sorry.
What a nice morn to hop in the sack.
It's a great day to ponder geometry.
Hildgard of Bingen was a thinker.`
`
"When the inner and the outer
are wedded, revelation occurs."
`
Kim Rosen wrote a nice thought:
`
"Poems are holy without being
denominational. Like prayers,
they take us back to the wholeness
that is invincible."
`
bankers have big troubles every day
In their half-ass fast-plan getaway
banker-robbers (CEO's) get flat
the black hearse driver smoke
a rolled 'dupe' dangle from lip
and their is no time to think:`
any cynicism in behalf of law`
and manmade law-and-order.
`
a young law scholar
argues in behalf
of narcissism
`
Howdy ...
Doodle ...
Honest ...
The SWEET
doodle do
help me Smile
`
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Aug 14, 2009 - 3 min - Uploaded by VOAvideo
This weekend marks 40 years since the Woodstock music and arts festival was held in Upstate New York. It ...
razor leave,
razor stubble
deep
trouble
along
yon
rubble
mended hearts
lathered with
fear
the coast
always dear
the line
not to be
crossed
an odd joke
bout the Kremlin
slowly assembled
an A bomb
above the attic
tock goes the mouse
three bears
now outline the can
good mooring
Peter Pan
honkers &
persnickety
what glee?
that soliloquy!
dragonfly
lights upon
red tipped* *(Irish combination,really!)
cigarette
boat (still afloat!) (playful, 'golden'; 'silver' draft uses : yet afloat!)
a jamboree
of sugarcane
for you
for me
grape shot
cannons
salty
raw
fruits
41! lashes
ashes,
Monassas
swords
of
awe
days,
plunder
awake,
awake
the gov's
on the make
(stop worrying,
REGISTER)
cause
there's
sunlight
down
under
sunlight
Much of the best writing ivefound on the interwebs andive actually havehad the op to wrk on the Osbornes computers when in the cracker-jacks was it not '84 but close as the cold floor beneath yesterdays sock-it-to-mes covered in decades old *woolen* skating socks. I adorn the way you do omit the mucus and sting of frostbite tempuratures, dem blue eyes crying afore the rain freezes, pelts stings the merciless labyrinthine near-tunnel like extravaganza of Mr & Mrs cosmos taking what it wants regardless of our thoughts + prayer.
Go on now, one crisp apple of twenty-thousand leagues before the
rot of spring illuminates despair. Marching, now crawling now frozen as death. Rejoice!
I wanna play baseball!
:)
*I covet the peace that surrounds me.*
Much of the best writing ivefound on the interwebs andive actually havehad the op to wrk on the Osbornes computers when in the cracker-jacks was it not '84 but close as the cold floor beneath yesterdays sock-it-to-mes covered in decades old *woolen* skating socks. I adorEz the way you do omit the mucus and sting of frostbite tempuratures, dem blue eyes crying afore the rain freezes, pelts stings the merciless labyrinthine near-tunnel like extravaganza of Mr & Mrs cosmos taking what it wants regardless of our thoughts + prayer.
Go on now, one crisp apple of twenty-thousand leagues before the
rot of spring illuminates despair. Marching, now crawling now frozen as death. Rejoice!
I wanna play baseball!
:)
cafe au lait sweetness.
try it tomorrow with coffee and fluffy slippers or barefeet and a fire.
Tough
Crowd