Tag: Monochrome-Madness
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Birthrights of all children of Mother Earth (2/3)
Birthrights of all children of Mother Earth (2/3) The ruling classes, the rich elite (in their own minds) claim ownership and stewardship of all the discovered and undiscovered resources and the land masses of the planet. Ninety-nine percent of humanity lives at the “pleasure,” beck and call of this one percent. The rest live in…
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Birthrights of all children of Mother Earth (1/3)
Birthrights of all children of Mother Earth (1/3) • No one chose where and to whom he/she was born. • We were all born in the “amniotic fluid” (biosphere) of our mother, Earth. • None of our direct biological mothers would be viable without that same “amniotic fluid” either. • From our present understanding of…
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Don’t Pick Up That Phone
This is my response to all the cold-calls and messages I recieve, even though I’m on the ‘Natioanl Don’t Call Register’… Ha! What a joke… Don’t Pick Up That Phone rather pick-up sticksor hexagram wandsor telegramsinstructions for hallucinationsdelusions of grandeurconjure objects of desireor the lack thereof, whereofwhile writing trivial essaysabout wealth and gainat the expenseof…
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From the Summer of 2009 (Some things never seem to change)
Intro: Cleveland OH – Summer ’09, lunch time, walking the industrial parkway in 90+ degrees. Lunch Time Walk The first cicadas of the season trill through occasional traffic lulls on the boulevard,Walking through Liatris, Cat Tails, andPeriwinkle-blue Chicory, andQueen Anne’s lace in the ditches. As I stroll past manicured, dead brown lawns, evidence of this year’s long…
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Purples, Reds, Blues, and Some Other Hues
Purple Purple, the wearing of, the power of, purple passion,purple haze, purple rain, purple stains of wine, of the lipsfrom “the Arrakine spice,” purple dreams–passionatescenes, onions, one-eyed, one-horned, flying purplepeople eaters, purple mountains majesties, purpleillusions—tragedies, shades of reds and blues, some of thedarker hues. *** Red, better dead than, red faced, red handed, red neck,red…
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Palm Reading
Palm Reading The future, character, past,lines to and from – representinglongevity, health, and happiness So, this palm comes into the barand asks the barmaid,“So what do you seewhen you look into me?” And she replies, “Nothin’but a bunch o’ lines ‘n’ wrinkles …Want a brew, or somethin’to plump, placate, and preserve?” So, this drunk palm…
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I’m Taking a Walk, I’m Taking a Ride
Taking A Walkby John Prine A man came to our houseI believe it was yesterdayI would have invited him inBut I didn’t have a lot to sayHis anticipation of me opening the doorOutweighed my apprehension as it never had beforeAnd drove my concentrationRight through that hardwood floorOoh-ooh, uh-huh I’m taking a walkI’m going outsideI’m taking…
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Forest
Forest Leafless trees and evergreens,weighted, gleaming white withboughs bowing groundward Small tracks, trails, and pathsthrough cold white mounds, betweenstraw textured tufts, around treesand in the hollowed lees Sparkling drips from boughs abovereflect the strengthening sun, magnifiesthe fragrance of melt and thawing ground Puddles gather in low places,melt flows on the surface and below,refreshes and quenches…
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A Posthumous Question for Rainer Maria Rilke
This qusetion is engendered by Rilke’s poem, ‘You, Darkness’, printed below my question poem. Do You Still Have Faith in Nights ? Darkness, you who gathers everything,the rills of awareness, and keys to Bohemiannights, and energies moving therein, You, whose verse and lyrical prose,mentored some by Cézanne and Rodin,became sculpted objects, entities in themselves. In…
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Televission – Streaming Zeitgeist Vissions
Televission – Streaming Zeitgeist Vissions Light-emiting diode screens colorful images with soundthat screams at, or lulls the passionately roving thumband remote, that quite blinds, hour upon wasted hour,or just footage of someone’s cat and its imaginary crown. Quickly, spit out this hopefully humorous vission ofyourself, or our collective selves,before it becomes our only view… too late.…
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