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  • justam
    justam Posts: 21,415
    I love living in a city.
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  • DinghyDog
    DinghyDog Posts: 587
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  • pandora
    pandora Posts: 21,855
    one doesn't know what they've missed until it returns :D
  • DinghyDog
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  • justam
    justam Posts: 21,415
    another day, another song
    :)
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  • Ms. Haiku
    Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,376
    I will find what I've lost when I make poetry a daily occurrence in my life.
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    Ms. Haiku wrote:
    I will find what I've lost when I make poetry a daily occurrence in my life.
    exactly
    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
  • rollings
    rollings unknown Posts: 7,127
    I'm afraid to go out
    I don't know if it's night or day
    or what is that light
    and why is it so still
    why is it so quiet and white out

    I have lived inside here
    yet I have never lived here
    this was never my home
    how can so much time
    be so unfamiliar for so long

    I don't want to go out
    I just want to hear
    the guitar plucking
    beautiful and soothing
    to take me
  • justam
    justam Posts: 21,415
    Relief! 8-)
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  • DinghyDog
    DinghyDog Posts: 587
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  • pandora
    pandora Posts: 21,855
    tomorrow newspaper is already written ...
    it's tomorrow somewhere
  • supersonicyears
    supersonicyears Posts: 2,619
    You're there straight down in the center.
    "In the age of darkness
    want to be enlightened"
  • catefrances
    catefrances Posts: 29,003
    mother what are you doing with the weather??
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • justam
    justam Posts: 21,415
    My teenage son has a concert coming up. His band's first one. I think I'm nearly as excited as he is about this. (!)
    :D
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  • supersonicyears
    supersonicyears Posts: 2,619
    Believing vivid blue skies, golden streams, emerald green hills
    flowers of every color is what we'll see
    Believing there is nothing and nothing you will see
    "In the age of darkness
    want to be enlightened"
  • justam
    justam Posts: 21,415
    Today I need to get back to work in the back and side garden.

    I'm feeling a little overwhelmed, but it's time to get it all organized again. The plants in the side yards and back have been growing on their own since the Springtime. :shock: It's like a jungle! :?
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  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    poetic grateful dead lyrics
    the unquiet amps
    bent strings
    and the truckin song sucks as does the train fucking song
    all other tunes number 1
    living on reds, vitamin c and burritos

    pink fingernails
    pink fingernails
    and busted down on bourbon street

    get tired of traveling you wanna settle down
    while the merry-go-round is fucking square flat and out of heads to get dizzy
    out of guts no dizzy
    everyone became lawyers
    everyone became astronauts
    this the spacecraft walker & the new york boogie

    truckin somethin-somethin buffalo
    revoke the fucker for tryin
    kiss my frickin keester
    and tell the judge
    yeah tell it to the judge
    hairy fucking ass and pucker up butter cup

    then the fuckers lit joints
    the tradition
    the light or the rainbow is green
    was green
    always gonna be green
    so yeah tell the fuckers
    as the fingernails go pink
    fingernails done gone pink
    hot fucking pink at that
    yep yep
    hot boiling fucking pink
    then green
    pink fucking green
    pink fingernails fuck green
    green licks her pink
    green mouths her pink hot fingernails

    and so on and so forth
    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
  • brianlux
    brianlux Moving through All Kinds of Terrain. Posts: 43,664
    chadwick wrote:
    poetic grateful dead lyrics
    the unquiet amps
    bent strings
    and the truckin song sucks as does the train fucking song
    all other tunes number 1
    living on reds, vitamin c and burritos

    pink fingernails
    pink fingernails
    and busted down on bourbon street

    get tired of traveling you wanna settle down
    while the merry-go-round is fucking square flat and out of heads to get dizzy
    out of guts no dizzy
    everyone became lawyers
    everyone became astronauts
    this the spacecraft walker & the new york boogie

    truckin somethin-somethin buffalo
    revoke the fucker for tryin
    kiss my frickin keester
    and tell the judge
    yeah tell it to the judge
    hairy fucking ass and pucker up butter cup

    then the fuckers lit joints
    the tradition
    the light or the rainbow is green
    was green
    always gonna be green
    so yeah tell the fuckers
    as the fingernails go pink
    fingernails done gone pink
    hot fucking pink at that
    yep yep
    hot boiling fucking pink
    then green
    pink fucking green
    pink fingernails fuck green
    green licks her pink
    green mouths her pink hot fingernails

    and so on and so forth

    Great, Chadwick! Lovin' those Grateful Dead references! Been listening to some New Riders of the Purple Sage lately myself. "Panama red"!! :mrgreen:
    "It's a sad and beautiful world"
    -Roberto Benigni

  • rollings
    rollings unknown Posts: 7,127
    In the attics of my life,
    full of cloudy dreams unreal
    full of tastes no tongue can know,
    and lights
    no eyes can see

    when there was no ear to hear,
    you sang to me

    I have spent my life
    seeking all
    thats still unsung.
    bent my ear
    to hear the tune,
    and closed

    my eyes to see

    When there was no strings to play,
    you played to me....
    in the book of loves own dream,
    where all the print is blood.
    where all the pages are my days,
    and all the lights

    grow old

    When I had
    no wings to fly,
    you flew to me,

    you flew to me

    In the secret space of dreams, where I dreaming lay amazed.
    When the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold.
    when there was no dream of mine,

    you dreamed of me

    (Grateful Dead. Attics of my Life)
  • justam
    justam Posts: 21,415
    I may have no clue about what I'm doing but I still have to stay alive somehow.
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