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LuRain & theCodifyer | September 28, 2009
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- Touching Me…Touching You
August 31, 2009 | 9:00 pmI read a post on Sleepy Eagle’s site tonight titled A Songwriter, a Monster, and a Myth. Sleepy Eagle wrote, “I never really knew the man, all I had to go by were myths and stories passed down by a family that seemed to hate him. He was abusive, unfaithful, drunk, and stoned on some strange combination [...]
- Two great and mighty warriors faced each other on the field of battle
August 24, 2009 | 9:22 pmThe carnage wreaked its vengeance on those they led into war. The dying and dead lay about them and blood flowed over the land. They eyed each other, swords drawn, knowing for one or both this may be the last few moments of existence. One looked around and saw his comrades no more. He realized he forgot why [...]
- The Mosquito Ranch
August 18, 2009 | 6:11 amI live in the north part of North America. The area which “enjoys” a minimum of four months of snow every year and advertises four distinct seasons. The last few years, since I moved back from the temperate climate of Mexico, has been an eye opener. My garden didn’t survive last year and this year [...]
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Yi-Ching’s waking up new camera strollings :..: Tigercity's Growls :.
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September 15, 2009 | 10:46 amSomething is brewing you can sniff it in the air someone is stirring springs squeak their complaints muffled shuffle of slippered feet ancient hollows blackened alcoves palpable fear replete Something is awaking you can feel it in your bones someone is approaching palpable contraction of intestines pangs like hunger tormented imagination imminent destiny convenes Somewhere it’s happening you can sense it through your glands someone is encroaching unfamiliar footwear on the tiles hushed breath [...]
- the temptress
September 7, 2009 | 8:56 amOnce sampled the sweet nectar of lexical love rests on the lips as a kiss would oh temptress is she that I can’t resist her clutches she beckons to the lonely wordsmith helplessly lost in the fading twilight and fosters his spirit hence he may spread his wings in glorious soul flight
- News Release, God Sighting
August 23, 2009 | 10:36 pmWhen will we be ready then? When we’re all siting quietly, cross-legged on the lawn.. Or in front of the telly.. I can imagine… “This is a CNN ‘Breaking News’ event… we go live to Mount Everest where the lord God is due to make a sensational live public appearance.. stay with us.. after a this message [...]
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.: Colleen's Sprinkles of Light :.
- Birth of the Soul
November 7, 2009 | 6:42 amA formless puddle Of energy Rippling, softly Here I float Surrounded by Light I swell In rapturous harmony Existential delight ! Must I go ? Must I choose The trauma And heartache Of this Life ? Darkness descends A bloodied womb My cradle The beating heart My only constancy Oh the pain ! I wince My face distorted Squinting at the brightness Reluctantly I emerge Into the cold
- Soul Purpose
September 22, 2009 | 7:27 am
Oh Soul so tender
How You flinch at my touch
A purplish glow
Replaces the light
Revealing the bruises
Inflicted by
Life
Why choose this suffering?
Divine creator
of chaos
I cry…
And I plead
Take me back to the beginning
Oh how I yearn to know!
I am willing
Heart wide open
Listening…
Waiting…
For enlightenment
to unfold
- Freedom
September 5, 2009 | 6:44 pmstealthily in search of the key we dip into pockets near and far yet to discover the illusive freedom exists within
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Love…by blissbait and coal
Coal | September 27, 2009
I finally figured it out
perhaps i always knew
love is not
love’s everything
what we think
beneath our thoughts
it is
it is
love is a journey
a journey
back and forth
in and out
through time’s
of time’s
endless roll
infinite laugh
the stuff that makes
the fluid samba
our hearts light and bold
of our weightless hearts
to care
embraces
and accept
and accepts
whatever it is
everything
that is thrown
in its path
and make light
and is not capable
of [...]
Spark :: theCodifyer
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Scry Ball :: theCodifyer
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bouzouki’s ramblings
bouzouki | September 10, 2009
Bouzouki looked around. “what are we doing here?”
Uke smiled. “i wanted Flod here.”
bouzouki looked at his name, thinking that was how he spelled it, at this point feeling male, but that could change, he knew, especially under the influence of fingers, stroking frets, gender fails and emotions enter, taking the shortcut to the [...]
the dirt on the side of the road is still star dust
bouzouki | September 10, 2009
I am semiliterate, some of the time, and asleep when I need to dream. I have been taking melatonin to aid in my sleep and my dreams are vivid but not lucid. At times I think that my view of reality is damaged by the fantasy that I saw something in [...]
bouzouki | September 4, 2009
I know I have this tendency to ramble on, and I do try to keep it in check, until I start following ideas that been me from place to place, and I chase the elusive clue until I have to do something else. I am fascinated with words, even if my vocabulary doesn’t go [...]
Firefly Universe :: theCodifyer
LuRain & theCodifyer | September 3, 2009
appropriately, on a sunday
y | September 1, 2009
appropriately, on a sunday
we drew the distinction at
god’s pulpit: black preachers
can preach love, love, love all
day long, then say just one
negative thing, and america
explodes. white preachers
can preach hate on their own
twenty-four-hour station, and
nobody says a damn word.
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fear of flying
y | September 1, 2009
fear of flying
.
in a period when an economic
stimulus plan is fingering
the six hundred expendable
dollars in your pocket
it is only fitting
to find out midflight
that the airline has filed
for bankruptcy, has been
bought by a competitor, or
has announced a merger
halfway between
pouring the first cup
of cream and the last
pack of sugar
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y
things often end
y | September 1, 2009
things often end
when you realize that
some things never
end, and there is
no longer an ache
to hold her hand
and just wait
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y
you capture me like the cool
y | September 1, 2009
you capture me like the cool
evening rain, unforecasted
nevertheless
a continuous fallen and falling –
where eight blocks
in this city can take
forever, but eighty blocks
just disappear
and soaked right through
means never having to wash
.
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y
you are better than the movies, better
y | September 1, 2009
you are better than the movies, better
than the serenading warmth of
a darkened theater, better than
the wounded seats always leaning over
to caress, better than the sweet nothings
melting on tongues, better than light
dancing and plunging into bouquets
bearing lovers and warriors
to their most secret
meeting places, and far
far better
than the stories that brush up
against us
at their very end
while we [...]
finding you is not
y | September 1, 2009
finding you is not
unlike finding
myself – some things meant
to be whole
cannot imagine
breaking, some things
broken cannot bear
recognition
till whole
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y
your rain arrived just
y | September 1, 2009
your rain arrived just
this afternoon and our
galoshes are already
conversing in colorful
tongues, casually
sealing covert
kisses
in mint puddles
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August 30, 2009 | 12:00 pmsnake rope on a stick tongue flicks flicks flicks boy scents swirl damns apple eating girl wojcik@
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dead guy’s battered trunk :.- May 10, 2001May 10, 2001. I’m finally over my disgust with politics and economics, but not my life. I have no edge, no inspiration. I need to get back on track and stay on track for what remains. … my friend, you are like a little river. You flow steadily in one direction. If someone does something to [...] […]
- about melover of paradox seeker of the all-telling “about me” ever-changing yet the same always getting lost to find myself expressing the dishonest truth smiling sadly so that’s why I wander aimlessly in places like this climbing and slipping rising and falling cresting and troughing waving hello and goodbye going nowhere with all my time Time [...] […]
- what lies betweenbetween possibility and reality there lies a universe . . If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: “Hold On!” - Rudyard Kipling …in a certain sense [...] […]
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w7whitebuffalo :.- Buffy Sainte-Marie: totally relevantBecause she says it all so well, I’m giving the posting stage to the incredible Buffy Sainte Marie who sings straight to the heart of things. The lyrics are available on YouTube. While there what might be judged a better vocal recording of “My Country ‘Tis of Thy People You’re Dying” is available, it is evident what this particular selection has to offer. […]
- Sept. 11 on your mind?If the events of September 11, and the ramifications thereof, are of continued concern to you then there’s a Paragon Radio Suicide (audio collage collection including actual news footage, spoken word performance, and interviews) you might want to hear. Simply surf into infowarts http://www.infowarts.com/ and click to listen to # 100 – Suicide C – 9-11, Be […]
- Hunkpapa Information Questing?Okay folks, this is probably of most interest to the people who visit and view the 1922 Cheyenne River Indian Reservation Social Surveys but seldom post comments. That’s cool. You come, you read, you return when another survey hits the blog. No problem. The blog stats tell the story. Now, heads up though for this question which [...] […]
- Buffy Sainte-Marie: totally relevant
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