777 feels good

FinsburyParkCarrots

No, Crowley's not my thing either. An ex-g/f of mine (still a good friend and published novelist now, I'm pleased to say) is very accurate with her tarot readings.
I think many of us have experiences we can't explain.

john girl

Mycean

My caves
almost folded in
as it lays
let it fall
my walls, her
backlit fades
may into
Mandarine and
the turquoise
pain,
my trust, my own
my room, my quiet
my greif
grew from flowers
angry fragrants
breezed
and porous fire
Know I am not blind
of blinds kind, no
I ache to a vagrants rose
for the good of a dream
learned
is
a tolls paid
mean day of masks
those dead eyes
pluck me outloud
to black petals haunt
my hands
lace be chord
govern's bloom in swords
atonement, Why?
I'd been lingering's
shadow
course return'd
no absence
this abstinence
wore no smell
and I want to reek
so come no stillness
come active...

John G. Earl

john girl

miss you
bleeds

john girl

a "have" to go home,
family already bought the ticket,
Anxiety, no Dad
I am not a loser...

I can hear him already
and I feel sick...

Going to lose myself
downtown, emp, tower
sunset and Hendrix

john girl

amps

amps


kisses

to

plants

john girl

with
drops
of
distortion


Jimi
can
you
find
that
~center~
within
me

john girl

meter

Being Enlightened

Originally posted by john girl
amps

amps


kisses

to

plants

Have you hugged a tree lately?

Very short but very sweet john/michelle!

john girl

too, Iowa

yeah, what the fuck
bought an electric guitar,
baby,
i'm on route 37
and just like the
poetry
I
have no
idea
what the fuck I am doin',

the saddest part is
I am sleeping on my ex's couch
he told me last night
i couldn't practice
in his house

I am sufficating, amps
he is sufficating,
my lamps

go to hell
to go to heaven
go to hell
so I breathe in
sevens

I can't help what wants to come out
why does this make me feel so guilty
I can't help myself out
I can't help him
where is the door
when I only want out
to find my chorus

again,
begin,
don't hold back
breathe in
she wants hers
she wants someplace
some in

Guitars are not the sin...

John G. Earl

Being Enlightened

Originally posted by john girl
too, Iowa

yeah, what the fuck
bought an electric guitar,
baby,
i'm on route 37
and just like the
poetry
I
have no
idea
what the fuck I am doin',

the saddest part is
I am sleeping on my ex's couch
he told me last night
i couldn't practice
in his house

I am sufficating, amps
he is sufficating,
my lamps

go to hell
to go to heaven
go to hell
so I breathe in
sevens

I can't help what wants to come out
why does this make me feel so guilty
I can't help myself out
I can't help him
where is the door
when I only want out
to find my chorus

again,
begin,
don't hold back
breathe in
she wants hers
she wants someplace
some in

Guitars are not the sin...

John G. Earl

Wow!

john girl

for now,
sweet dreams
may all
our dreams be
a suite
my friend
a man
amen

john girl

woke up hearing this song
going in my head

"in the plows, in the plows"

you know how it goes
hmmm,

john girl

Lucy Jo'b

john girl

A
pit
inside
swallow
the aches
I desposed

Not despised
a truth
wears a dread
that I lose
ink, so it does
always fade,

the links
we unwind
in down time
like the
good ground
from a print of
blue shoe,
shue, shoe
take me for away
for awhile, to you



michelle raine

john girl

another complicated song

you may think it
If I remember
you,
oh,
how you said it

be strong
and send me along

You knew
cause it fell
for you

if the experienced
could...

you'd tell
ah,ah
lost the words

to me
it is that
what carries me on
for everyday
i eat for
completion

ah, ha

a little mess
for me
conflict,
is a fear of
my own frictions

I have come to this
so what
confessions
so what,
composure

It's
complicated,
So,

Michelle Raine

john girl

a poem into song

~leak on me

36 keys I noted on my keyboard
from the right hand side
count back to

leak~
18 + 14

17 on~

17+ 14 me~

I'm ~27+31/19+14~ odd I see
3I+27
32+27

18+14

FinsburyParkCarrots

Thanks, john girl!

I've often puzzled as to how numerology works.

What does my date of birth tell you? I was born on the twenty-first day of the seventh month, in the year nineteen-seventy two.

By the way, Jimi's music does that to me, too. When I listen to a version of "Stone Free" that wasn't put on the "Live At The Fillmore East" album but was from the Band of Gypsies gigs - that includes a section of his rare "Valleys of Neptune" - I'm completely gone!

john girl

was just trying to match words up with how I thought it sounded,
experimenting,

john girl

stumbling onto
the bricks of
Bernstein

it's hard to breath
it hurts to read
all of his way

john girl

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