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  • Originally posted by john girl
    Bean Counters

    thank you corporate america
    Happy Thankgiving,
    I think it is not
    for those
    going hungry
    unemployed
    striking on the
    grocery stores
    in line
    where is the compassionate cheer
    Holiday or Holy day
    only for those winners
    only for the greedy
    how green is your bank account

    Oil your palms
    and the Politicians
    where did you get your 87 billion dollars?
    Where is mine, am I scum?

    One day, someday
    enough of us will rise
    the hungry, you will see
    ghosts will breath
    Mother earth will erupt
    she will teach you
    and you will know
    you will beg
    that is the price
    of greed,
    one day,
    one day,
    one day


    John G. Earl

    Michelle/John :) I like your schtuff! I'm particularily fond of the above quoted entry.
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • Maya Angelou
    would run for president...

    Some say that in this new century is about female power...
  • thank you
    I like your being
    of enlightenment!
  • Originally posted by john girl
    thank you
    I like your being
    of enlightenment!

    Anytime! And when you actually have your book for sale, PM me. :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • A bout

    ...the way pelicans fly
    beaks down and dive
    for fish
    pin points precise
    with eyes
    encircling, his watch
    some odd feet above
    alive, about to dive
    nature's hunting
    without any hesitations
    a bout for flight and the swim
    about our instincts and men
    carry their own wait
    kill with their doubts

    ...the pelican
    survives on his flight,
    smell and vision
    fly diver
    bathe in your sea
    I envy the spectacle,
    ocular bird brain
    free and fearless
    against the current
    into the waves
    winging along
    about his mission
    a way to his catch...

    michelle raine
  • listening
  • Originally posted by john girl
    I'm just waiting for a the White House Press Release
    where the administration joyfully says to the American People

    "Let them eat cake"

    I don't where this nation stands anymore,
    maybe it is likened to the last days of Rome.


    I just saying to anyone whose an American and an artist, it's very chic and cool to be humble etc...

    ,but NOW is not the time to reflect that in art/music, WE need to wake up, speak up, speak our thoughts even if it is harsh, but out of love, to preserve our future freedoms of expression.

    that's what I always appreciated about Pearl Jam, they have no qualms about what I just said.

    that's the direction my poetry is going to take.

    Remember:
    You are SAFE.
    Keep on WORKING.
    Keep on CONSUMING
    We are working for YOU
    We aRe listening to YOU
  • Unpin

    Unpin it
    as plain as it's rose
    wanting petals
    that fell out of clouds
    the descent
    bored depth and blood
    out of wrist
    and that what I missed
    is not I
    but the most salt
    and the mist
    that blows out of waters
    to the fallen
    the moist
    fogging the broken mirrors
    to wash myself away and clean
    in the freaky times
    who hasn't
    snapped like the peas veins
    for the dimes we pay
    we play on
    to tell it to the world
    I gotta move on
    that it is insane
    but I hang on
    when they gauge out
    the tame,

    this is for reflection

    to spill out of the oyster
    to unwring a treasure
    born of single grain of sand

    we play on...

    John G. Earl
  • Ride Along,
    Romancia

    Hanging on the red wreaths
    drawing straws for magic
    he's in me,
    on white light
    the turn key scratches
    a drivers door
    sign had read loo
    missing the letter K
    where are you
    bliss to your sea
    it's not so tragic
    when he's in me
    radio d' jay vue, the song plays on
    your tune'd
    as we hover over a plain
    on late mourning stages
    it's about our dreams and painful
    the cages,
    the dazey games
    on the pages
    ride along
    on the changes

    Be seated in floating chairs
    never missing the time
    as we look
    down on there
    the be seiged from the sky
    I'm late
    more often than I can tell you
    I try and
    it's slower than the hand that goes
    moving two
    past three
    further out to follow the
    ever greening shade of trees

    He's in me
    in the la la land
    of dreamers
    scratching poetica
    the expression
    explanations and alphabeticas
    notes drive by mine
    and what it is
    to be
    alike and the same
    to love
    he's in me
    and running
    up the side of a mountian
    inside myself
    we want for a better vision
    his air
    in the sunshine
    for some luck
    for something real
    when it's about to drop
    so I could feel
    the dew
    of good water
    dames feed the flowers
    remind her
    he's in me
    the chase renew'd
    my love thought
    romancia flew...

    michelle raine
  • this ear's on

    is it the psychic
    or
    is it the music
    or
    is it the truth

    radio experimentation
  • does anyone else have experience in premonition coming thru in there lyrics/poetry?

    if you have had this happen, describe, post,

    this has been happening to me and it's a little hard to take in.
  • Isn't it not very fuuny
    drive-by shotput paint
    and down goes the honey

    Hematoma headache, it's freezing
    so swell
    pound off tanking seizures
    war is hell
    am I to know or to tell
    it the bone core

    another round at the apple convention
    here's a bell
    takin' it off the skid
    burnin' rubber
    alumini, numb by
    the intentions
    a street war
    my souveniour
    the criminal concussion
    I reap a treasure
    to no ends and these years
    of abrasions

    Drop the random target practice peace
    here it caught me a burst on my sheets
    a center, a release
    a stand, you got me
    to wrath and my attention
    this to you, oh well
    bruises are numb to infection
    eating icy crumbs
    I'm attacking the flow
    at your service
    no point to the cowards road game

    Frown, drown
    melt away the bad be as gone
    as the far, as the blame
    hold the fresh in my tears

    Onl the beats on
    only has a heart to be strong
    I won't choke to be tied on the chain

    All abort
    let it ring in my ears
    out of mouth
    sing, sing
    me your tears

    All abort
    from your hurts
    off your fears
    seize and desist
    off with the shirts
    I am deflection
    No I am protection...

    john G. Earl
  • Originally posted by john girl
    Frown, drown
    melt away the bad be as gone
    as the far, as the blame
    hold the fresh in my tears

    Onl the beats on
    only has a heart to be strong
    I won't choke to be tied on the chain

    All abort
    let it ring in my ears
    out of mouth
    sing, sing
    me your tears

    All abort
    from your hurts
    off your fears
    seize and desist
    off with the shirts
    I am deflection
    No I am protection...

    john G. Earl

    Now I hate to chop up your post but girl, I really, really dig the part that I cut out!!!! Not to say the beginning isn't good but the end just kicks! Nice to see something new! :D
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • Thanks

    I was thinking how our
    brain is abstract to logic sometimes.

    Happy Holidays
  • Originally posted by john girl
    Thanks

    I was thinking how our
    brain is abstract to logic sometimes.

    Happy Holidays

    :D I know mine is! LOL!


    Happpiest of holidays to you too! I'm outta here! :D
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    Kavita's Saw

    Vaulted
    in idea, dna
    movin' all over the prairie
    reclined on the private moments
    I'd harbored
    no cherries
    for keeps I had carried
    the old secret of
    his shame on me
    I've lost these thoughts
    grew through the timid
    and the rots of leaves
    innocence has been so sifted

    I remember how it's torn, drifted,
    we doped, relieved,
    when it's the crossing
    to go, a leap and born
    of recites and hopes
    of why or what makes
    this an answer
    groping for the touch
    of soap tasters
    made in Iliad
    the
    want is lust, charge
    the jest of ancients mused
    sensory humor, no past has purged

    ~leak on me, I am odd I see
    this floater feeling to
    form a point to destination
    I was wanting a reason
    if you have to know
    there in no reasoning
    only thrown into my guts gulley
    a mending streams of persuasion
    the push becomes by believing
    I have a place and dumb luck

    That and what wasn't only makes you tough
    good or bad
    always want to prize, those from the rough

    got to get a better rut
    a better way than to sink
    to my Father's lures
    hear, I can scream, all my dreams
    through doors that never shut.

    Michelle Raine
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    "poem" in India, feminine

    "Saw" my expression for a guitar
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    Evening Grace

    Teething able biters
    chew this lorn
    Oh ma labored cane
    hard sugars, scorn
    a gnaw, a scrap
    the seeds, chored
    and feed my raw,
    the
    in gender
    make potent

    interuptures

    no hand over mouth
    mine wants a kill
    full of kiss
    warming and warning
    of the thaw
    spliced lip, spliced lip
    splice lipped
    the bloody tell me
    of your
    spills and drip
    to love more
    no war
    no weeps
    sleep more
    how down, how steep
    should I want to crawl under
    to peak in
    my poor feast , pleased to eat
    the damning fruit, aah
    I am beast, too
    pick up what fell
    to bite again
    grace
    how you come shivering
    to a bitch,
    like my men
    seize the beauty
    in a luna's shawl


    michelle raine
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    a work by Alistair Crowley, isn't it?


    I like to seem pragmatic
    But in fact I'm telepathic
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    I don't know much about Alistair "Crow"ley,

    i'll admit
    to reading tarot,
    numerology
    etc..