every night the spirit leaves me every morning it's found back in it's quite uncomfortable when it's going it exits through the sides on angles both sides at once, scoring around feels like everything metallic has left
We made it to the new place. Now we live out in the country. This is a new experience. There's a farm with horses and fields across the street. (!)
Nice! Now you will be able to experience autumn and winter again
Yes. I am very happy with this new place. It's quiet and peaceful and it has the simple yard I wanted. Lots of grass but not much else except for lots of trees behind that.
I just realized the obvious--this week will be a good pj week for everyone.
Pearl Jam will be on late night tv on the 23rd and the global citizen festival will be broadcast too. Two good events for ALL the fans to look forward to!
thought it was a rock had crawled hard came far for me found its way my shoe there i stood with uneasy pebble foot pebble under foot
seems the moon the sky a few smiling stars going for it just a small life here
troubled soon a broken string another restless snap tired wore thin a wolf eaten don't howl seems winter will now be silent
with standing stone i step guided direction the path delivered hung there ancient grandmother old penny pockets fell now water & stone pebble foot pebble under foot
"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
if we were bees we would have to fly into flowers imagine flying into flowers if you were a bee imagine being a bee you'd have to fly into flowers imagine flying into a flower if you were a bee
taught us all back then her life's brutal hand sometimes hummingbird style others peacocks to the notion of kong's king beauty woke morning's chaotically unrested home curtains never ajar a sun or moon could only but have its glimpse here
we ran like the devil drifting with trips of dreams a field or parking lot simply cracks through weeds or saplings branches as tiny as they seem would be supporting our having playfulness so the clapping had this, the cheers of shouting out of tune or in
a nearest mouse calming the serpent before the big flood on broadway
into the rain we drove our carpets bubbles gently coast along from poisonous stool to resting (on poisonous stools) dandelions & dandelions & dandelions just as vast as rain on salmon circling those moss firs where ferns & flying squirrels carnival together only daring that lofty adventure as paintbrushes dance on
scrape center usa syrup farm how may i direct your call
I took the car out of the garage the needle somewhere in the vicinity of "FULL" I drove all night in the rain and the fog to get away from everything that had become my life
the bridge buckled beneath my tires the headlights pulled me along for 187 miles the darkness, the quiet, and solitude eased my mind I had to get myself lost just so I could find my way back home.
Peace, Love.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
And & dont forget... The singing! All ail ale ... Ail not if All ale a wee bit.. 'tis true & north towards the free ZING ail poured off for a tipple from pure tar sands of time on my hands worn to a wrinkled freckle of a tatoo who you travellers leaning close to the page delivering a note of pure sweet celtic honey dew take your time to imbibe the tainted spirits along the cinammon road of burnt
PHONE CALL WITH MY MOTHER IN THE THROWS OF ALZHEIMERS WHILE SHE WATCHES "BABYS DAY OUT " FOR THE NTH TIME"
"A noite e larga e o dia e longe" The night is wide and the day is far
play by play the description gives way to giggle, a romp at play in ths fields of the lord giving way to curiosity...what of jacobs ladder?
"do you see it? Again, he is here, beautiful.... painting the devil I never seen this before, never seen this woman before, not his mother. small child, I understand nothing, dont know what she is saying, I will give you the phone and you can kill yourself with laughter amd watch the film...I love you... "
today is a slice of bread laying flat can you hear the barking dogs suspending one corner? It's spring and the world is out so much to do just one thing is weight, so much I don't even have the specialty of nice around here anymore I still like what the nice used to do , so much
It's never wearing as thin as the glass the thing I no longer have to cry as the thing opening doors like walls are long would you like to have a look at what's as tall as me sometimes less sometimes more sometimes trees are shorter just this rectangular jungular I once thought more I once thought less I once thought more or less
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Nice! Now you will be able to experience autumn and winter again
every morning it's found back in
it's quite uncomfortable when it's going
it exits through the sides on angles
both sides at once, scoring around
feels like everything metallic has left
will be a good pj week for everyone.
Pearl Jam will be on late night tv on the 23rd and the global citizen festival will be broadcast too. Two good events for ALL the fans to look forward to!
hair through the sun and wind
hanging on to younger days
the grass below could never hold
morning guitars
stars and stomping shoes
bent knees
the storms that night bring
songs like a child
blowing like a veil
how can pain stay?
how can pain stay
had crawled hard
came far for me
found its way my shoe
there i stood with uneasy
pebble foot
pebble under foot
seems the moon
the sky
a few smiling stars going for it
just a small life here
troubled
soon a broken string
another restless snap
tired wore thin
a wolf eaten don't howl
seems winter will now be silent
with standing stone i step
guided direction
the path delivered
hung there ancient grandmother
old penny pockets fell
now water & stone
pebble foot
pebble under foot
set it free
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
It normally starts around Halloween.
We need it, But not all at once.
So be kind Mother Nature.
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
well, as free as I can be
I wish the rain would go away
and head on out to sea!
her life's brutal hand sometimes hummingbird style
others
peacocks to the notion of kong's king
beauty woke morning's chaotically unrested home
curtains never ajar
a sun or moon could only but have its glimpse here
we ran like the devil
drifting with trips of dreams
a field or parking lot
simply cracks through
weeds or saplings
branches as tiny as they seem would be supporting our having playfulness
so the clapping had this, the cheers of shouting out of tune
or in
a nearest mouse
calming the serpent
before the big flood on broadway
into the rain we drove our carpets
bubbles gently coast along from poisonous stool to resting (on poisonous stools)
dandelions & dandelions & dandelions just as vast as rain on salmon circling those moss firs where ferns & flying squirrels carnival together
only daring that lofty adventure as paintbrushes dance on
scrape center usa syrup farm how may i direct your call
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
the needle somewhere in the vicinity of "FULL"
I drove all night in the rain and the fog
to get away from everything
that had become my life
the bridge buckled beneath my tires
the headlights pulled me along for 187 miles
the darkness, the quiet, and solitude eased my mind
I had to get myself lost
just so I could find my way back home.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
these words dont come easily
until you find home
The singing! All ail ale ...
Ail not if All ale a wee bit..
'tis true & north towards the free
ZING ail poured off for a tipple
from pure tar sands of
time on my hands worn to a wrinkled freckle of a tatoo
who
you travellers leaning close to the page delivering a note of pure sweet celtic honey dew take your time to imbibe
the tainted spirits along the cinammon road of burnt
"A noite e larga e o dia e longe"
The night is wide and the day is far
play by play the description gives way
to giggle, a romp at play in ths fields of the lord giving way to curiosity...what of jacobs ladder?
"do you see it? Again, he is here, beautiful.... painting the devil I never seen this before, never seen this woman before, not his mother. small child, I understand nothing, dont know what she is saying, I will give you the phone and you can kill yourself with laughter amd watch the film...I love you... "
laughter without control or
mannered affectation.
ti amo mamai
hiya
laying flat
can you hear the barking dogs suspending one corner?
It's spring and the world is out
so much
to do just one thing is weight,
so much
I don't even have the specialty of nice around here anymore
I still like what the nice used to do ,
so much
instead replaced with the crushing of
Godfather.
the thing I no longer have to cry as
the thing opening doors like walls are long
would you like to have a look at what's
as tall as me
sometimes less
sometimes more
sometimes trees are shorter just this rectangular jungular
I once thought more
I once thought less
I once thought more or less