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  • donnaruhldonnaruhl Posts: 2,151
    I knew as soon as you wrote , Teach us, and show us the way."It was native." That I think was one of the most beautiful Poem's I've ever read. And I Thank You for posting it.
  • donnaruhldonnaruhl Posts: 2,151
    I knew as soon as you wrote , Teach us, and show us the way."It was native." That I think was one of the most beautiful Poem's I've ever read. And I Thank You for posting it.
  • ByrnzieByrnzie Posts: 21,037
    mysticweed wrote:
    We call upon the earth, our planet home, with its beautiful depths and soaring heights,
    its vitality and abundance of life, and together we ask that it
    Teach us and show us the Way.

    We call upon the mountains, the Cascades and the Olympics, the high green valleys and meadows filled with
    wild flowers, the snows that never melt, the summits of intense silence, and we ask that they
    Teach us and show us the Way.

    We call upon the waters that rim the earth, horizon to horizon, that flow in our rivers and streams,
    that fall upon our gardens and fields and we ask that they
    Teach us and show us the Way.

    We call upon the land which grows our food, the nurturing soil, the fertile fields, the abundant gardens
    and orchards, and we ask that they
    Teach us and show us the Way.

    We call upon the forests, the great trees reaching strongly to the sky with earth in their roots and the
    heavens in their branches, the fir and the pine and the cedar, and we ask them to
    Teach us and show us the Way.

    We call upon the creatures of the fields and forests and the seas, our brothers and sisters the wolves
    and deer, the eagle and dove, the great whales and the dolphin, the beautiful Orca and salmon who
    share our Northwest home, and we ask them to
    Teach us and show us the Way.

    We call upon all those who have lived on the earth, our ancestors and our friends, who dreamed the best
    for future generations, and upon whose lives and our lives are built, and with thanksgiving,
    we call upon them to
    Teach us and show us the Way.

    Lastly, we call upon all that we hold most sacred, the presence and power of the
    Great Love and Truth which flows through all the Universe to be with us to

    Teach us and show us the Way.


    Chinook blessing litany

    Nice one.
    "It's not the daily increase but daily decrease. Hack away at the unessential." - Bruce Lee

    "Don't ride on me man, ride with me" - Byrnzie on LSD

    "Ed Vedder? He sounds like the song of the North West sung by Chief Broom in the body of R.P McMurphy." - Byrnzie
  • donnaruhldonnaruhl Posts: 2,151
    I was scrolling back on the pages last night,when I came across this poem. My reply was that this was the best poem I think I've ever read. And I thank you for re-posting it for others who may not have read it. It's beautiful.
  • Wall of Protection


    How slowly it is built over time. The child places each brick fashioned from within to surround and protect himself. It is all he knows. It keeps him safe. He grows up and realizes that has also served as a prison to living a full life. He couldn't pardon himself so God did it for him. He hoped it was done, but realized that this time he had to take down the bricks one by one. God becomes the assistant by the Man must do the work. Spiritual Emergence--brick by brick and the Wall of Protection becomes the Road to Freedom.


    Ivan Robert Padjen
    I don't need drugs to make my life tragic~E.V.
  • donnaruhldonnaruhl Posts: 2,151
    Life is but a journey,Taken on a train.
    With a pair of passengers,
    At each window pain.

    You may sit beside me,
    The whole journey through,
    Or I may sit elsewhere,
    Never knowing you.

    But if fate should mark us,
    To sit at each others side,
    May we be pleasant companions,
    It's so short of ride.

    Poet unknown to me.
  • Blind3Blind3 Posts: 1,149
    On Winter

    When smiling Summer's charms are past,
    The voice of music dies;
    Then Winter pours his chilling blast
    From rough inclement skies.

    The pensive dove shuts up her throat,
    The larks forbear to soar,
    Or raise one sweet, delightful note,
    Which charm'd the ear before.

    The screech-owl peals her shivering tone
    Upon the brink of night;
    As some sequestered child unknown,
    Which feared to come in sight.

    The cattle all desert the field,
    And eager seek the glades
    Of naked trees, which once did yield
    Their sweet and pleasant shades.

    The humming insects all are still,
    The beetles rise no more.
    The constant tinkling of the bell,
    Along the heath is o'er.

    Stern Boreas hurls each piercing gale
    With snow-clad wings along,
    Discharging volleys mixed with hail
    Which chill the breeze of song.

    Lo, all the Southern windows close,
    Whence spicy breezes roll;
    The herbage sinks in sad repose,
    And Winter sweeps the whole.

    Thus after youth old age comes on,
    And brings the frost of time,
    And e'er our vigor has withdrawn,
    We shed the rose of prime.

    Alas! how quick it is the case,
    The scion youth is grown--
    How soon it runs its morning race,
    And beauty's sun goes down.

    The Autumn of declining years
    Must blanch the father's head,
    Encumbered with a load of cares,
    When youthful charms have fled.

    George Moses Horton
    "Buy the ticket,take the ride"
    Dr. Hunter S. Thompson

    "If I wanted you to understand, I would have explained it better"
    Johan Cruijff
  • mikalinamikalina Posts: 7,206
    The Way Things Work by Jorie Graham

    Is by admitting
    or opening away.
    This is the simplest form
    of current: Blue
    moving through blue;
    blue through purple;
    the objects of desire
    opening upon themselves
    without us; the objects of faith.
    The way things work
    is by solution,
    resistance lessened or
    increased and taken
    advantage of.
    The way things work
    is that we finally believe
    they are there,
    common and able
    o illustrate themselves.
    Wheel, kinetic flow,
    rising and falling water,
    ingots, levers and keys,
    I believe in you,
    cylinder lock, pully,
    lifting tackle and
    crane lift your small head--
    I believe in you--
    your head is the horizon to
    my hand. I believe
    forever in the hooks.
    The way things work
    is that eventually
    something catches.
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  • rollingsrollings unknownPosts: 6,721
    mikalina wrote:
    The Way Things Work by Jorie Graham

    Is by admitting
    or opening away.
    This is the simplest form
    of current: Blue
    moving through blue;
    blue through purple;
    the objects of desire
    opening upon themselves
    without us; the objects of faith.
    The way things work
    is by solution,
    resistance lessened or
    increased and taken
    advantage of.
    The way things work
    is that we finally believe
    they are there,
    common and able
    o illustrate themselves.
    Wheel, kinetic flow,
    rising and falling water,
    ingots, levers and keys,
    I believe in you,
    cylinder lock, pully,
    lifting tackle and
    crane lift your small head--
    I believe in you--
    your head is the horizon to
    my hand. I believe
    forever in the hooks.
    The way things work
    is that eventually
    something catches.

    wow. I love this poem!
    A horse once heard Stone Gossard playing guitar on the other side of a wall. And that, my friends, is where giraffes came from.
  • Copenhagen

    Copenhagen, oh what a wad of flavour
    Copenhagen, I can see it In your smile
    Copenhagen, oh do yourself a favour
    Chew, Copenhagen drives those pretty girls wild.

    By: Push Me and I Will Resist
    Drop the Leash...Get outta' my fuckin' face
  • mikalinamikalina Posts: 7,206
    Annabell Lee - sung by Stevie Nicks

    http://youtu.be/CsfzwhsDnWs


    Poem by - Edgar Allan Poe

    It was many and many a year ago,
    In a kingdom by the sea,
    That a maiden there lived whom you may know
    By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
    And this maiden she lived with no other thought
    Than to love and be loved by me.

    I was a child and she was a child,
    In this kingdom by the sea;
    But we loved with a love that was more than love-
    I and my Annabel Lee;
    With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
    Coveted her and me.

    And this was the reason that, long ago,
    In this kingdom by the sea,
    A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
    My beautiful Annabel Lee;
    So that her highborn kinsman came
    And bore her away from me,
    To shut her up in a sepulchre
    In this kingdom by the sea.

    The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
    Went envying her and me-
    Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
    In this kingdom by the sea)
    That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
    Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

    But our love it was stronger by far than the love
    Of those who were older than we-
    Of many far wiser than we-
    And neither the angels in heaven above,
    Nor the demons down under the sea,
    Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

    For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
    Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
    In the sepulchre there by the sea,
    In her tomb by the sounding sea....
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  • mikalinamikalina Posts: 7,206
    Poem by EE Cummings sung by Natalie Merchant

    http://youtu.be/ELMq2jzWyKo


    maggie and milly and molly and may

    by E. E. Cummings


    maggie and milly and molly and may
    went down to the beach(to play one day)

    and maggie discovered a shell that sang
    so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and

    milly befriended a stranded star
    whose rays five languid fingers were;

    and molly was chased by a horrible thing
    which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

    may came home with a smooth round stone
    as small as a world and as large as alone.

    For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
    it's always ourselves we find in the sea .....
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  • USARAYUSARAY Posts: 517
    My Horse's Wish
    Barbara Dunn-Reeves


    Could you bed me down with kindness on the soft, sweet words of love.
    Could you ride me in man's finest, with hands light as a dove.

    Could you teach me with old wisdom by the laws of just and fair.
    Could you be my friend forever with a trust so true and rare.

    Could you meet me on the morrow, with grasses green and sweet.
    Could you free me without sorrow on the plains of loam and wheat.

    Could you say farewell with honor on the day my life is through.
    And remember me forever, as I shall remember you.
  • From:
    The Four Faces of the Universe
    An integrated View of the Cosmos

    By Robert Kleinman

    PROLOGUE

    Fellow travelers
    Crossing a Gobi expanse
    Feasting on starlight.

    THE PSYCHIC FACE

    Leaning supinely
    Dreaming of worlds yet unborn
    He drifts in silence.

    THE PHYSICAL FACE

    In slumbering skies
    Stars burnish the gloom of night
    With soft evenglow.

    THE MAGICAL UNIVERSE

    Regarding herself
    In the dark mirror of space
    She beholds the stars.
  • mikalinamikalina Posts: 7,206
    Motherland... sung by Natalie Merchant

    http://youtu.be/A2JbLUVt0Z0


    Where in hell can you go
    Far from the things that you know
    Far from the sprawl of concrete
    That keeps crawling its way
    About 1,000 miles a day?

    Take one last look behind
    Commit this to memory and mind
    Don't miss this wasteland, this terrible place
    When you leave
    Keep your heart off your sleeve

    Motherland cradle me
    Close my eyes
    Lullaby me to sleep
    Keep me safe
    Lie with me
    Stay beside me
    Don't go, don't you go

    O, my five & dime queen
    Tell me what have you seen?
    The lust and the avarice
    The bottomless, the cavernous greed
    Is that what you see?

    Motherland cradle me
    Close my eyes
    Lullaby me to sleep
    Keep me safe
    Lie with me
    Stay beside me
    Don't go

    It's your happiness I want most of all
    And for that I'd do anything at all, o mercy me!
    If you want the best of it or the most of all
    If there's anything I can do at all

    Now come on shot gun bride
    What makes me envy your life?
    Faceless, nameless, innocent, blameless and free,
    What's that like to be?

    Motherland cradle me
    Close my eyes
    Lullaby me to sleep
    Keep me safe
    Lie with me
    Stay beside me
    Don't go, don't you go....
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  • Escapist --- Never

    He is no fugitive --- Escaped, escaping,
    No one has seen him stumble looking back,
    His fear is not behind him but beside him
    On either hand to make his course perhaps
    A crooked straightness yet no less a straightness,
    He runs face forward. He is a pursuer,
    He seeks a seeker who in his turn seeks
    Another still, lost far into the distance.
    Any who seek him seek in him the seeker,
    His life is a pursuit of a pursuit forever,
    It is the future that creates his present,
    He is an interminable chain of longing.

    Robert Frost
  • ByrnzieByrnzie Posts: 21,037
    Charles Bukowski - The Shoelace

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_e6AKChtEPY

    a woman, a
    tire that’s flat, a
    disease, a
    desire: fears in front of you,
    fears that hold so still
    you can study them
    like pieces on a
    chessboard…
    it’s not the large things that
    send a man to the
    madhouse. death he’s ready for, or
    murder, incest, robbery, fire, flood…
    no, it’s the continuing series of small tragedies
    that send a man to the
    madhouse…
    not the death of his love
    but a shoelace that snaps
    with no time left …
    The dread of life
    is that swarm of trivialities
    that can kill quicker than cancer
    and which are always there -
    license plates or taxes
    or expired driver’s license,
    or hiring or firing,
    doing it or having it done to you, or
    roaches or flies or a
    broken hook on a
    screen, or out of gas
    or too much gas,
    the sink’s stopped-up, the landlord’s drunk,
    the president doesn’t care and the governor’s
    crazy.
    light switch broken, mattress like a
    porcupine;
    $105 for a tune-up, carburetor and fuel pump at
    sears roebuck;
    and the phone bill’s up and the market’s
    down
    and the toilet chain is
    broken,
    and the light has burned out -
    the hall light, the front light, the back light,
    the inner light; it’s
    darker than hell
    and twice as
    expensive.
    then there’s always crabs and ingrown toenails
    and people who insist they’re
    your friends;
    there’s always that and worse;
    leaky faucet, christ and christmas;
    blue salami, 9 day rains,
    50 cent avocados
    and purple
    liverwurst.

    or making it
    as a waitress at norm’s on the split shift,
    or as an emptier of
    bedpans,
    or as a carwash or a busboy
    or a stealer of old lady’s purses
    leaving them screaming on the sidewalks
    with broken arms at the age of 80.

    suddenly
    2 red lights in your rear view mirror
    and blood in your
    underwear;
    toothache, and $979 for a bridge
    $300 for a gold
    tooth,
    and china and russia and america, and
    long hair and short hair and no
    hair, and beards and no
    faces, and plenty of zigzag but no
    pot, except maybe one to piss in
    and the other one around your
    gut.

    with each broken shoelace
    out of one hundred broken shoelaces,
    one man, one woman, one
    thing
    enters a
    madhouse.

    so be careful
    when you
    bend over.
    "It's not the daily increase but daily decrease. Hack away at the unessential." - Bruce Lee

    "Don't ride on me man, ride with me" - Byrnzie on LSD

    "Ed Vedder? He sounds like the song of the North West sung by Chief Broom in the body of R.P McMurphy." - Byrnzie
  • rollingsrollings unknownPosts: 6,721
    That Bukowski...
    A horse once heard Stone Gossard playing guitar on the other side of a wall. And that, my friends, is where giraffes came from.
  • chadwickchadwick up my assPosts: 21,152
    Byrnzie wrote:
    Charles Bukowski - The Shoelace

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_e6AKChtEPY

    a woman, a
    tire that’s flat, a
    disease, a
    desire: fears in front of you,
    fears that hold so still
    you can study them
    like pieces on a
    chessboard…
    it’s not the large things that
    send a man to the
    madhouse. death he’s ready for, or
    murder, incest, robbery, fire, flood…
    no, it’s the continuing series of small tragedies
    that send a man to the
    madhouse…
    not the death of his love
    but a shoelace that snaps
    with no time left …
    The dread of life
    is that swarm of trivialities
    that can kill quicker than cancer
    and which are always there -
    license plates or taxes
    or expired driver’s license,
    or hiring or firing,
    doing it or having it done to you, or
    roaches or flies or a
    broken hook on a
    screen, or out of gas
    or too much gas,
    the sink’s stopped-up, the landlord’s drunk,
    the president doesn’t care and the governor’s
    crazy.
    light switch broken, mattress like a
    porcupine;
    $105 for a tune-up, carburetor and fuel pump at
    sears roebuck;
    and the phone bill’s up and the market’s
    down
    and the toilet chain is
    broken,
    and the light has burned out -
    the hall light, the front light, the back light,
    the inner light; it’s
    darker than hell
    and twice as
    expensive.
    then there’s always crabs and ingrown toenails
    and people who insist they’re
    your friends;
    there’s always that and worse;
    leaky faucet, christ and christmas;
    blue salami, 9 day rains,
    50 cent avocados
    and purple
    liverwurst.

    or making it
    as a waitress at norm’s on the split shift,
    or as an emptier of
    bedpans,
    or as a carwash or a busboy
    or a stealer of old lady’s purses
    leaving them screaming on the sidewalks
    with broken arms at the age of 80.

    suddenly
    2 red lights in your rear view mirror
    and blood in your
    underwear;
    toothache, and $979 for a bridge
    $300 for a gold
    tooth,
    and china and russia and america, and
    long hair and short hair and no
    hair, and beards and no
    faces, and plenty of zigzag but no
    pot, except maybe one to piss in
    and the other one around your
    gut.

    with each broken shoelace
    out of one hundred broken shoelaces,
    one man, one woman, one
    thing
    enters a
    madhouse.

    so be careful
    when you
    bend over.
    byrnzie, i love this poem. thank you very much for sharing this with us. incredible. i best find me some books on this guy
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "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
  • ByrnzieByrnzie Posts: 21,037
    chadwick wrote:
    Byrnzie wrote:
    Charles Bukowski - The Shoelace

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_e6AKChtEPY

    a woman, a
    tire that’s flat, a
    disease, a
    desire: fears in front of you,
    fears that hold so still
    you can study them
    like pieces on a
    chessboard…
    it’s not the large things that
    send a man to the
    madhouse. death he’s ready for, or
    murder, incest, robbery, fire, flood…
    no, it’s the continuing series of small tragedies
    that send a man to the
    madhouse…
    not the death of his love
    but a shoelace that snaps
    with no time left …
    The dread of life
    is that swarm of trivialities
    that can kill quicker than cancer
    and which are always there -
    license plates or taxes
    or expired driver’s license,
    or hiring or firing,
    doing it or having it done to you, or
    roaches or flies or a
    broken hook on a
    screen, or out of gas
    or too much gas,
    the sink’s stopped-up, the landlord’s drunk,
    the president doesn’t care and the governor’s
    crazy.
    light switch broken, mattress like a
    porcupine;
    $105 for a tune-up, carburetor and fuel pump at
    sears roebuck;
    and the phone bill’s up and the market’s
    down
    and the toilet chain is
    broken,
    and the light has burned out -
    the hall light, the front light, the back light,
    the inner light; it’s
    darker than hell
    and twice as
    expensive.
    then there’s always crabs and ingrown toenails
    and people who insist they’re
    your friends;
    there’s always that and worse;
    leaky faucet, christ and christmas;
    blue salami, 9 day rains,
    50 cent avocados
    and purple
    liverwurst.

    or making it
    as a waitress at norm’s on the split shift,
    or as an emptier of
    bedpans,
    or as a carwash or a busboy
    or a stealer of old lady’s purses
    leaving them screaming on the sidewalks
    with broken arms at the age of 80.

    suddenly
    2 red lights in your rear view mirror
    and blood in your
    underwear;
    toothache, and $979 for a bridge
    $300 for a gold
    tooth,
    and china and russia and america, and
    long hair and short hair and no
    hair, and beards and no
    faces, and plenty of zigzag but no
    pot, except maybe one to piss in
    and the other one around your
    gut.

    with each broken shoelace
    out of one hundred broken shoelaces,
    one man, one woman, one
    thing
    enters a
    madhouse.

    so be careful
    when you
    bend over.
    byrnzie, i love this poem. thank you very much for sharing this with us. incredible. i best find me some books on this guy

    Everyone should have some Bukowski on their bookshelves. I recommend a book of short stories called 'Erections, Ejaculations, Exhibitions, and General Tales of Ordinary Madness': http://www.amazon.com/Erections-Ejacula ... 0872860612

    Or one of his later books of poetry, such as 'You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense': http://www.amazon.com/Alone-Times-That- ... 0876856830
    Or, 'Betting on The Muse': http://www.amazon.com/Betting-Muse-Char ... 1574230018
    "It's not the daily increase but daily decrease. Hack away at the unessential." - Bruce Lee

    "Don't ride on me man, ride with me" - Byrnzie on LSD

    "Ed Vedder? He sounds like the song of the North West sung by Chief Broom in the body of R.P McMurphy." - Byrnzie
  • rollingsrollings unknownPosts: 6,721
    ~~~
    at their best, there is gentleness in Humanity.
    Some understanding and, at times, acts of
    Courage
    But all in all it is a mass, a glob that doesn't
    Have too much.
    It is like a large animal deep in sleep and
    Almost nothing can awaken it.
    When activated it's best at brutality,
    Selfishness, unjust judgments, murder.

    What can we do with it, this Humanity?

    Nothing.

    Avoid the thing as much as possible.
    Treat it as you would anything poisonous, vicious
    And mindless.
    But be careful. it has enacted laws to protect
    Itself from you.
    It can kill you without cause.
    And to escape it you must be subtle.
    Few escape.

    It's up to you to figure a plan.

    I have met nobody who has escaped.

    I have met some of the great and
    Famous but they have not escaped
    For they are only great and famous within
    Humanity.

    I have not escaped
    But I have not failed in trying again and
    Again.

    Before my death I hope to obtain my
    Life.


    ~~Charles Bukowski
    .."What Can We Do"
    A horse once heard Stone Gossard playing guitar on the other side of a wall. And that, my friends, is where giraffes came from.
  • mikalinamikalina Posts: 7,206
    Always a favorite ....

    "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways..."
    by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

    How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
    I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
    My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
    For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
    I love thee to the level of everyday's
    Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
    I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
    I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
    I love thee with a passion put to use
    In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
    I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
    With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
    Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
    I shall but love thee better after death.
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  • chadwickchadwick up my assPosts: 21,152
    Kubla Khan
    By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

    In Xanadu did Kublai Khan
    A stately Pleasure-Dome decree,
    Where Alph, the sacred river ran
    Through caverns measureless to man
    Down to a sunless sea.

    So twice five miles of fertile ground
    With walls and towers was girdled ’round,
    And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
    Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
    And here were forests ancient as the hills,
    Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

    But, oh! That deep, romantic chasm which slanted
    Down the green hill, athwart a cedarn cover:
    A savage place! As holy and enchanted
    As e’er beneath the waning moon was haunted
    By woman wailing for her Demon Lover!
    And from this chasm with ceaseless turmoil seething,
    As if this Earth in fast, thick pants were breathing,
    A mighty fountain momently was forced,
    Amid whose swift, half-intermitted burst
    Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
    Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail;
    And ‘midst these dancing rocks at once and ever,
    It flung up momently the sacred river!
    Five miles meandering with ever a mazy motion,
    Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
    Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
    And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean.
    And ‘mid this tumult, Kublai heard from far
    Ancestral voices prophesying war!

    The shadow of the Dome of Pleasure
    Floated midway on the waves,
    Where was heard the mingled measure
    From the fountain and the caves.
    It was a miracle of rare device:
    A sunny Pleasure-Dome with caves of ice!

    A damsel with a dulcimer
    In a vision once I saw:
    It was an Abyssinian maid,
    And on her dulcimer she played,
    Singing of Mount Abora.
    Could I revive within me
    Her symphony and song,
    To such deep delight ‘twould win me
    That with music loud and long,
    I would build that dome within the air!
    That sunny dome, those caves of ice,
    And all who heard should see them there,
    And all should cry: “Beware! Beware!
    His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
    Weave a circle ’round him thrice,
    And close your eyes in holy dread:
    For he on honeydew hath fed,
    And drunk the milk of Paradise!”
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "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
  • rollingsrollings unknownPosts: 6,721
    chadwick wrote:
    Kubla Khan
    By Samuel Taylor Coleridge


    ...So twice five miles of fertile ground...

    ... As if this Earth in fast, thick pants were breathing,...

    very cool poem
    A horse once heard Stone Gossard playing guitar on the other side of a wall. And that, my friends, is where giraffes came from.
  • rollings wrote:
    ~~~
    at their best, there is gentleness in Humanity.
    Some understanding and, at times, acts of
    Courage
    But all in all it is a mass, a glob that doesn't
    Have too much.
    It is like a large animal deep in sleep and
    Almost nothing can awaken it.
    When activated it's best at brutality,
    Selfishness, unjust judgments, murder.

    What can we do with it, this Humanity?

    Nothing.

    Avoid the thing as much as possible.
    Treat it as you would anything poisonous, vicious
    And mindless.
    But be careful. it has enacted laws to protect
    Itself from you.
    It can kill you without cause.
    And to escape it you must be subtle.
    Few escape.

    It's up to you to figure a plan.

    I have met nobody who has escaped.

    I have met some of the great and
    Famous but they have not escaped
    For they are only great and famous within
    Humanity.

    I have not escaped
    But I have not failed in trying again and
    Again.

    Before my death I hope to obtain my
    Life.


    ~~Charles Bukowski
    .."What Can We Do"


    Dear Rollings,

    I dig you.

    Love,
    Chip McFlennigan
    I knew it all along, see?
  • rollingsrollings unknownPosts: 6,721
    “She had blue skin,
    And so did he.
    He kept it hid
    And so did she.
    They searched for blue
    Their whole life through,
    Then passed right by-
    And never knew.”

    ― Shel Silverstein
    A horse once heard Stone Gossard playing guitar on the other side of a wall. And that, my friends, is where giraffes came from.
  • ByrnzieByrnzie Posts: 21,037
    rollings wrote:
    “She had blue skin,
    And so did he.
    He kept it hid
    And so did she.
    They searched for blue
    Their whole life through,
    Then passed right by-
    And never knew.”

    ― Shel Silverstein

    What's that video clip all about in your sig? A tornado?
    "It's not the daily increase but daily decrease. Hack away at the unessential." - Bruce Lee

    "Don't ride on me man, ride with me" - Byrnzie on LSD

    "Ed Vedder? He sounds like the song of the North West sung by Chief Broom in the body of R.P McMurphy." - Byrnzie
  • rollingsrollings unknownPosts: 6,721
    Byrnzie wrote:
    rollings wrote:
    “She had blue skin,
    And so did he.
    He kept it hid
    And so did she.
    They searched for blue
    Their whole life through,
    Then passed right by-
    And never knew.”

    ― Shel Silverstein

    What's that video clip all about in your sig? A tornado?

    yes, it's a tornado. it appears to touch down right in front of them, it's like a personal tornado.

    Do you see it rip the tree apart and fling it?
    A horse once heard Stone Gossard playing guitar on the other side of a wall. And that, my friends, is where giraffes came from.
  • ByrnzieByrnzie Posts: 21,037
    rollings wrote:
    Byrnzie wrote:
    rollings wrote:
    “She had blue skin,
    And so did he.
    He kept it hid
    And so did she.
    They searched for blue
    Their whole life through,
    Then passed right by-
    And never knew.”

    ― Shel Silverstein

    What's that video clip all about in your sig? A tornado?

    yes, it's a tornado. it appears to touch down right in front of them, it's like a personal tornado.

    Do you see it rip the tree apart and fling it?

    Yeah, it was kind of weird, like the tornado had a human aspect and ripped the tree up with it's hand or something.
    "It's not the daily increase but daily decrease. Hack away at the unessential." - Bruce Lee

    "Don't ride on me man, ride with me" - Byrnzie on LSD

    "Ed Vedder? He sounds like the song of the North West sung by Chief Broom in the body of R.P McMurphy." - Byrnzie
  • rollingsrollings unknownPosts: 6,721
    a severed hand
    A horse once heard Stone Gossard playing guitar on the other side of a wall. And that, my friends, is where giraffes came from.
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