tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19254353048198734752024-02-07T19:51:54.772-07:00The Bending of the FlexibleThere is No Great Genius Without a Touch of Madness -- Aristotlevis -a- vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690771561875512464noreply@blogger.comBlogger328125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925435304819873475.post-47364815441053264352023-08-24T07:04:00.005-07:002023-08-24T07:04:45.071-07:00It's slurry scenery when the Calvary shows up! In my dream tonight, I was on a field trip in a small village, and
it started flooding. We were on some kind of hill and water was
rising. I had been hanging out with some people, but they went and got
food, and I was the last to order tacos... and the lights kept getting
dimmer and dimmer. And then no TACOS, just rising water. And were
running looking for high vis -a- vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690771561875512464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925435304819873475.post-3722937553788304972023-03-04T10:35:00.003-07:002023-03-04T10:37:10.400-07:00Broomsticks Are Like Teleportation Devices And Will Really Take You To Secluded Places In The Blink of an EyeWow what a great dreamIt seemed it seemed seemed I was in a maze of my making But first I was on the street in some kind of cityAnd then I found the underground with but no escapeSo when I put it behind me and understoodI was trapped, you can't escape if you think you're freeAnd tunnels led me to a bunch of G's and listened and rapped and satA lot of sitting behind plywood graffitti on vis -a- vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690771561875512464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925435304819873475.post-8333585858068473382023-02-22T08:38:00.003-07:002023-02-22T08:38:41.596-07:00I Hope Tracy Gray is At the Party in Zion When We Defeat The Empire of Death & Destruction & DespairThe: physical, spiritual, dream world; Are married in your soulRejoice! The holy trinity preserves you and God is your guideLast night I flew or more so I floated and did a front flip - likeIn slow motion. 'Twas grand! But there's always a hint of sadnessWhen I lose my dog, or someone I love, in the Astral Dynamics of dreamingI get lost sometimes and end up in Warsaw University campusvis -a- vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690771561875512464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925435304819873475.post-34844288695413405752023-02-16T17:43:00.003-07:002023-02-16T17:45:57.564-07:00When Dogs Sing Victory it Sounds Lonely February, FEBruary, feebruary, feeble februaryI sink, I despair, but days and daze I stretch my eyes to horizonsMy bones stretch longer, my words taake loonger, my thinking sloowsDidn't people come from the jungle where winter's jargon is unknoownBears hibernate, the caveman hibernates in caveman land but I don'tIt's almost biblical, not. Winter is not biblical nor platonic.I mend, I vis -a- vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690771561875512464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925435304819873475.post-61617253421418056792023-02-15T12:05:00.001-07:002023-02-16T17:31:09.216-07:00Geese Guard You and the Gates of Time so Listen to Their Prowling Upon Your Grounds of LieingWe got 15 minutes of sunlight stretched with deliveryAt first I thought I was special, or rich, or spendthrifty!Twas Not! Sunlight is Necessary for an author with a young primer!Da Primer, Yes The Primer! My text I borrowed! Forever!A treatise, an exposition, also an Encyclopedia on Astral Travel!If you should not hear from me again, 'tis okay! Robert Bruce can find me.Great Scott, If I vis -a- vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690771561875512464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925435304819873475.post-81047584961096277782023-02-01T13:49:00.005-07:002023-02-01T13:56:11.862-07:00Every Two-lane Highway is a Game TrailMinter has come and throughout the land is pumpkin spiceThe gray days differ little, but hope gets higher with the sunSinking, binging, almost dead... furious I let it happen againIt's almost like Nirvana listening to my own wheels drivingUntil I find myNoise.net, the radio channel was depressedNow doldrums don't heed my call on sunny day or not, and I...am about to drive a while to fix gated vis -a- vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690771561875512464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925435304819873475.post-6457364228898419862022-09-19T05:45:00.003-07:002022-09-19T05:45:26.456-07:00Computer Update update, sorry my computer was broke. I repaired it with a battery. Now to tune my truck with a kentucky switch of oak. It's pretty rough running, but I can't reach it to tune the carbeurator while i'm pressing the gas, Stick.It took a long time to fix my computer. Parts are kinda slow delivery if they go ground travel or not. Everything is kinda far away as I vis -a- vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690771561875512464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925435304819873475.post-12760883110930032442022-09-19T05:07:00.000-07:002022-09-19T05:07:00.309-07:00On The Road To Nowhere the orange glowed alongside long time way to the sun...nowhere in a flash but stream and brook,then sum timed and squared to make a 4.53 foot Diameter hole in the rock would be 19 feet squared or round with a tunnel maker from the TyRex Corporation.Some Shocked, some hot, some drilled, and lots Not!A curious snake weaved it's way with a leash and released inside the apart hole straight out vis -a- vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690771561875512464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925435304819873475.post-18170845617412675922022-04-25T06:20:00.001-07:002022-04-25T06:21:45.181-07:00Unrequitted Love Flowers spring unbidden unexpected unwantedThe rose greens up anyways and Crocus bloomsThe soil holds you and warms your rootsIt is your destiny to bloomNow wherefore did we ask what you wantWherefore did I ask whyI pity those fools who always look for an answerAny time you don't knowEndless bickering.Argument after ArgumentYou do not tame a shrew.They leave eventually,When you stop feedingvis -a- vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690771561875512464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925435304819873475.post-28323620136028531232022-04-24T06:25:00.001-07:002022-04-24T06:25:20.370-07:00April Springs My Day Started Darka little earlier than usual, and I could see sky stars shinedand when I could see sky I felt betterThe vines haven't awakenedLike We haven't wokeFlowers spread now thoughGrass greens with each day of SpringSoon, very soon, I can burn and cut to burnOut Deadfall and into my woodshedThere isn't much in the countrysideExcept work we make for ourselvesLike berry picking timesvis -a- vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690771561875512464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925435304819873475.post-84155066029747668472021-11-16T10:46:00.004-07:002021-11-16T10:48:52.032-07:00Word Karate Poetry is my empty
hand
That grasps at the
handle.
The world lacks
that!
It’s hot, it’s
cold
Or slippery like a
criminals handshake
This eel annoited
with thieves oil
Is in my empty hand
But then my image
escapes
From where I was
with
Handles afixed,
tipped over-side
Maybe left beside
Or in the right
place with the wrong meter stick
To beat said
criminal with
And so I pull out
vis -a- vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690771561875512464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925435304819873475.post-38590703281392041892021-08-23T17:30:00.003-07:002021-08-23T17:37:14.293-07:00Today I sit with myself for awhileputting handles on what I've placedWith empty hand I can grasp themAnd put back memories abandoned on dinner tableBack onto My Library shelves.There is a place in our hearts and minds and necksMy Dad lives now in memory and our hearts and connections,And quite a few odds and ends like Knick-Knacks,Twixt us and them his friends and family as scions of my Dad.We vis -a- vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690771561875512464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925435304819873475.post-47943205349839254012021-07-02T07:55:00.003-07:002021-07-02T07:56:16.824-07:00Lean into Failure and Tip into Successthere was a story I buriedBecause I killed itBut you know feelings....They have a way of undigging themselves. And now I think I understand psychosomatics -All, because of one Diana Cho vis -a- vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690771561875512464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925435304819873475.post-21458679132849893512021-06-12T07:58:00.002-07:002021-06-12T07:58:57.774-07:00Best of Friends Weasel decided to go on a boating trip.Tiger signed on, because he loved camping.This was before cellphones, they just wanted to get away.So, they found a lake, and traveled a ways,And came to another lake, and traveled away.And came to another lake with a small island to camp on.It was pretty unremarkable, except for the lone outhouseSmack dab in the middle of a tiny little rocky island vis -a- vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690771561875512464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925435304819873475.post-45073712283402390152021-06-07T18:32:00.003-07:002021-06-07T18:32:55.485-07:00Histories Quotations Unfinished Finished Failing at something isn't the worst thing at least you tried, and think of how many people you made happy.That bears repeating.. to people who have had one too many chocolate covered Huckleberries.vis -a- vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690771561875512464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925435304819873475.post-44591798968390409882021-06-07T05:31:00.005-07:002021-06-07T05:35:35.331-07:00Practicing and Play Weasel and Best Friend TigerWere playing in their parents garageFRISBEE! It was so much fun...(I must confess), then it got boringBecause they didn't have anything in commonBut Parents, and you know what they're like.So Weasel reaches up an and pulles down the attic ladderAnd turns saying, "Let's play my favorite game!"GUNS! shouts Tiger. Swell, said Weasel, <snaps his fingers>vis -a- vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690771561875512464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925435304819873475.post-54086236860231718082021-06-07T04:10:00.004-07:002021-06-07T04:10:47.615-07:00Attack of the Killer TomatoA killer tomato attacked me todayIt flew at me super madWhen I tried to get her with a vacuum.And NOW! they're selling them at the store. I've seen what they can do first hand.No I have no tomatos today,What will happen when I next workSweep up some killer beans?vis -a- vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690771561875512464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925435304819873475.post-52329903940679295812021-06-07T03:36:00.001-07:002021-06-07T03:44:58.899-07:00Quality Casper Many times my imagination has snuck up on me,Having been haunted for so longThe spirit that had left me, had left me with a holeAnd then all these spirits cropped up. Like something wicked this way had come.Now that they had left, yet again, cause you know ghostsEchoed like ripples and starships burning jet fuel in the rain.Further and further and further and Quieter and Quietly and vis -a- vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690771561875512464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925435304819873475.post-58872723494269875552021-06-07T03:20:00.003-07:002021-06-07T03:20:42.969-07:00Play it Again Sam the fear of a blank page, began to haunt.The more I painted and the more I wrote.Soon it began to haunt me in my dreams.I must confess, they began to multiply in my life.With bland slates in my relationship.And brown cardboard, And stationary,And a cabinet with nothing but blank paperSoon the dirty deed was done.And my fears were foundless! For JOY!There truly is nothing to fear, BUT fear vis -a- vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690771561875512464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925435304819873475.post-47766639185980765132020-11-05T18:59:00.003-07:002020-11-05T18:59:41.952-07:00In Passing We Live Again In Our Love I learned today information occupies space & timeThere is no knot without a piece of rope holding tightThe sight and lots known. now.. as strife..Dad Died, I cryAnd find; my keys . I cry in life where he lies .And in my mindshare, he's aliveHe's a jedi of patience of vis -a- vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690771561875512464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925435304819873475.post-32023607237838296682020-08-01T17:31:00.002-07:002020-08-01T17:32:36.634-07:00Splinter in the Mind's Eye
You're still thinking of an objective truth
The promise in a rainbow
The honesty in kindness
We are the light
We are honest or kind
God doesn't want you to be light-footed
You already are,
I want you to let your light out
I want you to BE kind
In the beginning there was darkness
And then there was light
BECAUSE there was the word
We are that, too.
I am kind
I am light-footed
I can be honest
vis -a- vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690771561875512464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925435304819873475.post-48279030990981207682020-06-23T06:55:00.000-07:002020-06-23T06:55:21.283-07:00Conjuction of our Function
time&space are conjunctions
time And Space
Judgement And Expectations
Unexpect Everything
It'll serve you better
As one makes Friends
Because one won't Judge them
Love And Peace
Hope and Faith
Charity
be Charitable friends
And thank Jackie
We have friends
And if you "thanks"
You are going to have more Friends
PeaceLove.org
One Love
One Hope
One Life to Live
Live, Learn, Laugh, and Love
vis -a- vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690771561875512464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925435304819873475.post-38937276762578466372020-04-18T19:44:00.000-07:002020-04-18T19:44:08.143-07:00Beneath the Well
March the dread dog is dead
Beware the ides, Beware The Whole Month
Spring is stealing life
Green is stealing grey
Sunlight today
And bees, and bees, and bees
New pup springs lightly upon bended knee
Like greyhound around the house and through yards
Thankfully, I'm alive too
Apparently March hates me
vis -a- vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690771561875512464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925435304819873475.post-20925398459446505162020-03-12T04:52:00.002-07:002020-03-12T04:52:36.648-07:00A Dollar Per Line Is Forty Less Than a Million Copies
The Last Day of Poetry
Burned it's trademark into a library
Until the poetry dissappeared from tome and passages
Which was within the hallowed passages
Of work unpaid, yet to be admitted,
And so remains mine
Printed on the side of a pick-up.
It was 3:15 and soon the pages flipped
Unseen three times, and books closed
And classrooms without teachers excused
Themselves to bring into our world
vis -a- vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690771561875512464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925435304819873475.post-55170546108707568872019-07-17T09:03:00.002-07:002019-07-17T09:07:19.441-07:00Techlobytic Needs
My vitamins are an antibiotic
My vaccines a vitamin
If Famines bring Death Disease and War
And War brings Famine Disease and Death
And death, etc.
World War Three is literally skin disease and bone cancer
Let food be thy medicine someone wiser than me thought
Chronicled through the ages in every food cult
A new book, Eat to Beat Disease
Says vitamins are useless, that foods are synergistic...
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