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  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    flying

    and the beauty of vodlka
    is to question it's spelling
    of course while imbibing...

    LOVE the PILOTS!
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  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    BIBLICAL

    BURNING BUSHES

    a
    b
    c


    and seein' #37 every fucxkin' where
    waz' up with that, GOD!!!
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    and I really do pray alot
    with the assistance of the Marys'
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    blame the juke box
    blame me
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    inside of me
    is it
    paranoia
    paranormal

    my instinct, logic and analytical nature
    claim it as both
    and that is OKAY,
    with me, my campadre

    *I'm writing these "seemingly nonsensical" posts
    to try to make some sense out it ( these thoughts, these obseverances {of signs}, these feelings, for myself... and I am blood
    brain matter
    emotion
    and flesh,
    oh yes
    and
    nothing more
    in the excesses
    of my own will,
    oh yes


    in the plows
    in the plows
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    what's that famous line from Hawaii 5 - 0 ?
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    WAY~VANA
    WAY~VANA
    WAY~VANA
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    as I sit down to edit,

    Roger Daltry on TV
    a picture of Stonehenge
    Led Zeppelin on the Sterio Houses of the Holy
    a memo pad with LEMONADE on the cover
    very psychdelic picture of the lemonade

    I'm on Syd Barret, I'm on

    Baby Lemonade

    POETRY~MUSIC~SPIRIT

    LOVE YOU
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    with Elvis

    #330

    high times
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    want to hold her head under water
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    Was Jesus a stoner???
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    THAN GOD IS SEVEN
    then God is 7
    then god is seven

    this Monkey's gone to heaven,

    yeah! and I
    ran outta
    thread
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    Seven leaves...
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    Tight

    Three years
    to presence,
    a look
    the light
    of a dream
    I confess
    this is not the
    sickest world
    I have intruded
    Life is poetry
    and
    I LIVE IT
    wholly,
    and
    I CHERISH THIS
    completly,
    my womb
    my mind
    my soul
    it is the might
    of it to
    hold me close
    ~tight



    {oh, madonna}
    for myself to finally kick in those last barriers of my furious stupidities,
    I see the eighth sea
    Amen
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    The Mystery Of Paper

    I can't leave you
    ...
    down to
    my thoughts
    there
    you all are
    renewal
    in
    ink
    drop
    letters
    stretching
    youth and dream,
    memory and wrinkle
    unfolding at the edges
    of panic
    I distressed
    as when I am
    my silent enemy
    and still anger
    when I am my
    voiceless alliance
    those words have me
    at a gathering
    the best she served
    paper cuts are
    healing...

    m.r.
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    What Grows from Spring

    slid
    in a sight
    a call was
    acknowledged
    in a K-Mart passage,
    a miracle
    as far as I could
    see the buddha
    gold
    three or so many
    years and
    verses
    ago
    the blue lit errands
    for water,
    puddles
    dug it up
    weeds floating with petals
    dream carnations
    yellows had glows
    in the last garden tried
    and true to red
    you are not a lonely bloom
    in the beads of rain
    we are wet and stems
    of summers shine

    m.r.
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    drivin june

    at the wheel of a turn left
    or was it my luck of the draw
    in a prayer
    to say to
    my drive in speaker
    God
    was it a thought
    to jar, to thank
    a fear of nothing
    to guess at
    my right of suspicion
    pasting on a page
    to burn her i want
    to fire the movie leaves
    that I had heard
    that I had you fallin'
    in hopes
    and I need no reason
    but love running the road
    we all travel
    to the dead ends
    living our own shows
    don't leave me bare
    as I stood
    I am always first
    in line to mock my own body
    so twisted and warm
    and laid it to the land
    I want to understand
    how you spell it
    I
    love
    you
    and it wasn't me
    who would crash it
    in the misty roll
    the slow time tears
    of the dew scripted
    I know his body so near
    we picked the words up
    and threw them like
    they were rocks
    the rocks of our tears
    from some empty lot
    we are the noise
    of the junk and the wreckage...

    m.r.
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    to the end
    in why
    I was stilled
    by grand impressions
    the shy hands played
    and shivered
    me to silence
    her action
    in words,
    my mouth had a song
    it covered
    out of breath
    no more
    and I deliver
    my lie
    into his felt
    you saw to cut me
    at a bend of folded paper
    releasing he opened
    a waste of no ones station
    walking in these wounds of control
    myself exists
    unmoved in the dark
    if I had not asked
    where is that key of no unknown
    unlocking a secret I was in it
    to be opened
    as a plea to be devoured
    by the dare in my heart
    of believing
    if i could just cry
    I want more
    out of my own
    two hands~
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    the last three years have been
    literally "spiritual boot camp"
    and rock- n- roll high school
    always playing in the back ground

    I never wrote poetry,until three years ago
    It all started by a "chance" encounter
    of seeing the Dalai Lama and him looking back at me

    It probably was maybe a mutual glance that was a second or two
    but for me it is the moment that is timeless
    and defining
    complete and for myself transforming

    at first I couldn't define what I was trying to write
    But it was rock n roll that gave me the canvas...

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  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    I just wish you'd write more often for us.

    Thank you.

    :)

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