tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24165505134288776852024-09-11T21:39:47.506-07:00pmpopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09875916273569870358noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2416550513428877685.post-48111457294066141332023-05-08T13:04:00.000-07:002023-05-08T13:04:20.689-07:00<div>Everyone has fallen into a stasis field&nbsp;</div><div>put spring on hold&nbsp;</div><div>fooled by a cheap cinematic trick setting off fireworks&nbsp;</div><div>on a summer night&nbsp;</div><div>as the dog lay shaking&nbsp;</div><div>wrapped in her thunder coat</div><div>A newspaper</div><div>A database scrapper</div><div><br></div><div>number five&nbsp;</div><div>when your fingers can't wait&nbsp;</div><div>won't work and why should they? hitting it hard resending from position&nbsp;</div><div>receding there's a little chart&nbsp;</div><div>at the top of a daily paper&nbsp;</div><div>let's get them all stirred up superhuman geriatric types&nbsp;</div><div>and&nbsp;</div><div>overwhelming scent&nbsp;</div><div>of garlic and developing fluid</div><div>the mysterious phasing of giant gnats when you least expect&nbsp;</div><div>SURPRISE!</div><div>an election panel with pills&nbsp;</div><div>and pills and pills....</div><div><br></div><div>At a particular time of each and every violent day&nbsp;</div><div>the vanishing point lives</div><div>in a force field projecting such overwhelming chatter video clutter audio chatter without guitars or paper lights&nbsp;</div><div>forget about scripting&nbsp;</div><div>reflecting the shadow play magnetic forces are polarizing microcellular movement&nbsp;</div><div>much the way you'd use a crowbar on a molecular level.</div><div><br></div><div>In just about every way under the Sun every day every way every wave crashing against every adventurous ragged zig-zagging shoreline&nbsp;</div><div>wave wave wave&nbsp;</div><div>where the water meets the Earth their lives can be run&nbsp;</div><div>and put that in the poem&nbsp;</div><div>to be scribbled inside&nbsp;</div><div>cheap little poet notebooks waiting for that heavenly inspiration to flow like Hollywood cinematic magic&nbsp;</div><div>into the this crumbling world&nbsp;</div><div>stay true at all times, stay true</div><div><br></div><div>Mine is not the world to spin as a roulette nor to be waited on hand and hoof as some sacred cow turned blue with centuries of worship in a far vast developing world where online voices prove you can build a luxurious patio and pool was strenuous labor time lapse function in a day or two to spend before tacking it on the wall in cyberspace</div><div><br></div><div>When it all comes down and the subject comes up lines will form for the necessories we speak don't get too hot or take it to smugly think of it as a bagel or a transfer for the unsalted</div><div><br></div><div>There is an hour inside each of us when the head is splitting the wolf is howling where we all each one must answer the most difficult question lying lying in a pit of our stomach noising the sinister knowing of the waves of the hair in the in the hair of the harpy in the howl of the engine the Great and grading crush of humankind</div><div><br></div><div>Of the stone wheel wake up but don't pretend that your world is real that your hopes are anything other than a posture toward pretense of ego propulsion into the slow dive following deep in the painful pit of the place where all the titans&nbsp;</div><div>Wound up world&nbsp;</div><div>Including the gnashing of teeth&nbsp;</div><div>the day is too gone infomercial awards committees have nodded off over and out,&nbsp; good buddy even the rubber duck wanted out&nbsp;</div><div>by the end of the flick knowing that every road runs out of ground when it hits the coast&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div>went to waving you off</div><div>as I've been from to coast to coast to coast and Coast</div><div><br></div><div>It's a brain jacked attack&nbsp;</div><div>to jam as much info&nbsp;</div><div>as can be shared&nbsp;</div><div>at first blush it seems&nbsp;</div><div>Amid the great uncertainty&nbsp;</div><div>is washing us away&nbsp;</div><div>Strewn along the violent shore&nbsp;</div><div>with all the fire;&nbsp;</div><div>all the smoke,&nbsp;</div><div>all the crazy lighting tricks&nbsp;</div><div>of course the devil has always been screwing around in the details&nbsp;</div><div>of all the detritus virtual&nbsp;</div><div>or not sunken off&nbsp;</div><div>a floating island planet&nbsp;</div><div>in and atop the bottomless deep blue sea.</div><div>Check your local listings&nbsp;</div><div><br></div><div>oh what could the trouble be?</div><div><br></div><div>The market gets timid but you mean&nbsp;</div><div>it scared you&nbsp;</div><div>can make up who is positive and who is tested negative</div><div><br></div><div>&nbsp;time for time to move time</div><div><br></div><div>to run&nbsp;</div><div>I can't get a thing done&nbsp;</div><div>have to get all the time&nbsp;</div><div>in the world&nbsp;</div><div>I'm not getting worried&nbsp;</div><div>tired or uptight&nbsp;</div><div>just taking in the light's noise&nbsp;</div><div>yes, lots of noise when you don't&nbsp;</div><div>intend to&nbsp;</div><div>share deep dark secrets...</div><div><br></div><div>Which are really no secret&nbsp;</div><div>to anybody at all who has known been known been around the block&nbsp;</div><div>kick the tires&nbsp;</div><div>broke the rules&nbsp;</div><div>just because you could&nbsp;</div><div>I could voice it&nbsp;</div><div>upon useful stupidity&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div>why would I and you shouldn't feel shackled to that stereotype things&nbsp;</div><div>I did, I wanted to do&nbsp;</div><div>nobody gives you a guarantee&nbsp;</div><div>that you'll ever be able&nbsp;</div><div>to do&nbsp;</div><div>again. Right?</div><div><br></div><div>New day rising! New day rising!&nbsp;</div><div><br></div><div>Rip off your pajamas</div><div>Strap something sturdy to your feet</div><div>Assume the position in the full armor of God</div><div>Everything</div><div>The whole of it</div><div>To defend against the slings and arrows</div><div>To defeat the corrosion of complacency</div><div>The conformity to bow your head and kneel in truth</div><div>To the revelation</div><div>To the truth</div><div><br></div><div>A slight and slender five lined skink</div><div>Came to visit me this Saturday</div><div>Should have waited 24 hours</div><div>For the feast day of Saint Francis</div><div>Wouldn't have noticed her</div><div>If Lulu hadn't been preoccupied with her daily sniffings</div><div>For rabbits and field mice</div><div>You stupid skink - I huffed</div><div>I'm trying to put you out in the sunshine</div><div>So you can enjoy your life</div><div>She slinked down the fence</div><div><br></div><div>And away</div><div><br></div><div>The cruel winter hinted by diabolical agents trying to incorporate miserable lines stitched in like your mouth stapled shut with metal staples shards jammed in with a surgical staple gun</div><div>if you ask for me&nbsp;</div><div>you can ask glorious&nbsp;</div><div>who saw me wandering alone&nbsp;</div><div>who knew when I was hungry&nbsp;</div><div>I didn't have to learn no damn euphonics&nbsp;</div><div>to write my blues&nbsp;</div><div>on the far horizon&nbsp;</div><div>with tangerine&nbsp;</div><div>thinking horizon&nbsp;</div><div>in your perspective&nbsp;</div><div>from the prosecutorial&nbsp;</div><div>it is only personal background&nbsp;</div><div>the politician will never&nbsp;</div><div>tell&nbsp;</div><div><br></div><div>Attempting to speak to you in a cryptic antiquated language over a breakfast of d'anjou and black coffee</div><div>Across the pond you giggle</div><div>To you, I feel, my language no longer travels</div><div>On the ears&nbsp;</div><div>Of doves</div><div><br></div><div>More the soundings of rocks and shattered storefront displays no finesse, capiche?</div><div><br></div><div>Should attempt to borrow the pen</div><div>Mediterranean</div><div>Or loot from Dante</div><div><br></div><div>My small Soul tremors from Paradise you'd think the world, including e.e. &amp; all his furry freak bros</div><div>From sea to uproarious sea in updating style books&nbsp; setting American tongues free!</div><div>Who hepped you cats&nbsp;</div><div>to the once upon a time brand new deal</div><div>For the real musical lyric of the Love American style we are in the middle of a revolution</div><div>For crying out loud</div><div><br></div><div>Now the world can see&nbsp;</div><div>but cannot hear the monstrous megatech overlords and major media co-conspirators are attempting to brainwash the rest</div><div>Into concluding complacency into the fraud and races vice that we are a divided people just not true.</div><div><br></div><div>Yeah, yeah</div><div>Everybody's got their own opinion</div><div>Or the same opinion</div><div>Or however you wish to spin</div><div><br></div><div>If standing against tyranny</div><div>We jump on our horses and make it to Philadelphia with a declaration by and from the people of the great state of North Carolina or South Carolina</div><div><br></div><div>Poems rushed in from the periphery of the Mercurial edges&nbsp;</div><div>the pool side&nbsp;</div><div>the city side&nbsp;</div><div>the curbside</div><div><br></div><div>Open up the timeline&nbsp;</div><div>let's go frame by frame&nbsp;</div><div>slow it down&nbsp;</div><div>speed it up&nbsp;</div><div>do it over again and again reverse engineering</div><div>The difference engine</div><div><br></div>pmpopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09875916273569870358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2416550513428877685.post-28036176597943585422022-11-18T10:24:00.001-08:002022-11-18T10:24:38.182-08:00<div>Page 1:</div><div><br></div><div>Toxic blemish disaster</div><div>My fans are doing wrong</div><div>Intentionally</div><div>We've set up a helpline</div><div>To discuss fraudulent fees</div><div>An electric plug unplugged</div><div>Finally to the point of being sick and tired</div><div>A wealth of noun</div><div>And they're darling adjectives</div><div>Bygone and pulp scented</div><div>Tomes of verse</div><div>Upon verse</div><div>Upon verse</div><div>The corruption of which</div><div>Up with I shall not put</div><div>The turkey/lobster holidays approach</div><div>As a way of welcoming</div><div>Thankful aliens from all corners of the globe</div><div>Come feast at our table</div><div>Wearing your audacious headwear</div><div>Pass the damn can of cranberry sauce</div><div>Jellied</div><div>Kicking under the table</div><div>With your uncomfortable high heeled shoes</div><div>You're square leather toes</div><div>Or as the Indians have told me</div><div>Why do you want to give it to us now</div><div>After you trashed it out.</div>pmpopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09875916273569870358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2416550513428877685.post-29438396765903732122015-04-25T10:09:00.000-07:002015-04-25T10:09:58.318-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">without truth you have nothing // less than nothing // really //&nbsp;</span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">what do you have? // a lie? // a lie you can believe in //&nbsp;</span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">will that make you happy? //&nbsp;</span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">ultimately?<br />after living this (my life) to its fullest // i am neither shocked nor dismayed //&nbsp;</span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">to find the truth of lies crumpled up and thrown on my porch //&nbsp;</span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">as that robin who flew into the door // on a windy spring day //<br />Your deceptions aren’t earth-shattering to me // I, too, was living through the darkness //&nbsp;</span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">before i was called away //&nbsp;</span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">it can make you happy for a moment //&nbsp;</span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">take it!!! // Take it all!! // RUN! FLY! SAIL! //&nbsp;</span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">on these our memories are built // and all else be damned //&nbsp;</span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">go ahead // cheat, steal, and lie //&nbsp;</span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">gather your miserable baubles //&nbsp;</span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">clutch them tight to your chest //&nbsp;</span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">close your eyes&nbsp;</span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">as the world winds down //&nbsp;</span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">to find itself&nbsp;</span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">some rest</span></span></div> pmpopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09875916273569870358noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2416550513428877685.post-68236909047109367962014-07-14T11:06:00.003-07:002014-07-14T11:10:38.178-07:00<div id="tt-widget-verifications" style="width: 220px;" class="tt-neutral"><div id="tt-user-info"><a class="tt-profile-pic" href="http://www.thumbtack.com/nc/charlotte/photographers/photographer-photography-by-pmpope"><img src="http://pictures-e2.thumbtackstatic.com/pictures/2113/upj4ttkw9ws56qw7_50.jpg" alt="Photographer" width="25" height="25" /></a><h4><a href="http://www.thumbtack.com/nc/charlotte/photographers/photographer-photography-by-pmpope">Photographer</a></h4><div id="tt-ratings-verifications-div"></div></div><div class="tt-middle" id="tt-license"></div><div class="tt-middle"><div>Trusted and Verified</div><ul id="tt-verifications-list" class="tt-verification"></ul></div><div class="tt-tagline"><a href="http://www.thumbtack.com/nc/charlotte/photographers/photographer-photography-by-pmpope">Questions? 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These Are the Things that You Do These Other Things that You Do- girlfriend smash! bottle of wine...<br /> <br /> These Are the Things that You Do<br /> when you do other things<br /> you know you will do<br /> <br /> bottle punch!<br /> Streetfight right<br /> <br /> ‘...right down the middle, baby! Right down the middle!' <br /> <br /> Down the middle of Columbus<br /> these are those things, too<br /> These Are the Things that You Do<br /> <br /> When the ocean runs off to hide<br /> gonna bring down that boy<br /> from up the Northside<br /> gonna spill that tongue<br /> go for a ride<br /> you know there’s no poem<br /> that’ll get you that high<br /> <br /> These Are the Things that You Do<br /> When you do Other things<br /> These Other Things that You Do<br /> <br /> these things you do<br /> i thought you knew<br /> there’s no ocean @ the end of this road<br /> <br /> keep stealing things<br /> your bound to get shown<br /> ALL THOSE OTHER THINGS<br /> you knew you would do<br /> These Are the Things that You Do<br /> <br /> Grant Street holdouts<br /> * got a job in the Morning *<br /> if you roll out of bed before noon<br /> <br /> These Are the Things that You Do<br /> As you do OTHER things<br /> &nbsp;you know that you do<br /> <br /> gonna take all humanity<br /> * roll it in a ball*<br /> <br /> maid cleans the carpet @ two<br /> Audio-corpse hiding in micro-cassette<br /> <br /> These Are the Things that You Do<br /> &nbsp;* you know it’s only written for you *<br /> for these<br /> &nbsp;* Are the Things that You Do * ======================================== <b>&nbsp;</b><br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil56rxSno38nt-etvud2LeOZrK4yhxYKp49zghJ9YVTN3gkLOcblaCmXA_f6G-GukuJrHLDWcxwIQFWumf9ZUIH4sNw5vtLoi0P115IlbmvbWwNHkbvtipBF5UIjDb2J-iXa6hl6RhNKM/s1600/FractalB.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil56rxSno38nt-etvud2LeOZrK4yhxYKp49zghJ9YVTN3gkLOcblaCmXA_f6G-GukuJrHLDWcxwIQFWumf9ZUIH4sNw5vtLoi0P115IlbmvbWwNHkbvtipBF5UIjDb2J-iXa6hl6RhNKM/s1600/FractalB.png" height="271" width="320" /></a></div> <br /> <br /> <b>Definitive Naked earthquake Surf -(poem)-</b><br /> <br /> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> Naked roof surfer rides it down </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> just out of Sleep’s tender fingered clutches<br /> Rides it down </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> Naked Roof Surfer does </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> ‘pon cresting red bricked waves </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> Building blocked up in the 1920's by West Coast Scotsmen </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> lugging buckets of mortar ‘cross Cascadian ranges </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> ‘cross Columbian riptides </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> [Also known to be the future site of the former Grand Coolie Dam] (Finally realized by the early 21st century (by the by) to be the natural predator of many endangered species of sacred fish spirits) nudge nudge wink wink THIS... only after they mastered spawning upstream which still does not negate the fact that bricks are heavy especially when you carry them over mountains Naked Roof Surfer riding the roof down Where news casting clown stands vociferously chickling paints on fish pants Which fly fishers may be seen wearing this spring @ better mens shopping outlets in truly hip chic urban areas Roof Surfer Naked riding roof down @ perpendicular angles to Earth’s angry plates Shuffled by the muscle of machine built by man powered by alternating current inspired through secrecy via guffawing celestial conspiracy The chickering clown points North by Northwest from the corner of Pine &amp; Melrose -Lucky our LIVE camera is locked &amp; loaded... SHOOT ‘IM, ME BOYOS, SHOOT ‘IM! LIGHT ‘IM UP &amp; SHOOT ‘IM! Joe &amp; Sally HighDefine are really gonna love this one.- Naked Roof Surfer downriding the roof -What could you be thinking Naked in bed @ 10:45am when the rest of Amerika is hard @ work you worthless bum?- You are the sole impetus the reason for this godly wrath so ‘his’&gt;&gt;&gt;(are we still calling the angry vengeful all-seeing all-knowing ‘his’)&gt;&gt;&gt; SO.. ‘his’ target- ing system is a splotch off kilter... Maybe ‘he’ doesn’t want to spend the C-note on the upgraded version... &amp; who could blame ‘him’- without shaking their respective fists @ that mansion ‘cross the largest lake in Washington? Naked Roof Surfer when you ride it down you must ride it out of town in order that hardworking bastards may build more mansions acquiring hourly wage slave whoredom gigs @ 4 star downtown open air strip malls paying exorbitant rents buying expensive imported shit with credit cards set to stun online overnight next day delivery sit in their bars + sit in their cars + sit in cafes +++((pretending their once &amp; future stars))+++ for the love of all that’s secular... Can’t you catch a wave headed towards Mongolia Naked roof surfer riding the roof down? What if there where no FREEZONE? Then where would you be? Still asleep on caffeined overload, i bet They didn’t write those freelove songs for you roof rider/ boat rocker 35 years old &amp; not one clue in your bag of tricks so what if the sidewalk kisses the ground? so what if the roof kisses the sidewalk? so what if everybody sez ‘It’s all about you isn’t it?’? Naked Roof Surfer riding the roof down naked crumbling onto naked sidewalks of naked pavements in naked cities serves you right Roof came down the Naked Surfer on the roof was riding stumbling upon descent over broken concrete broken ‘NO PARKING’ signs broken freeway exits Doing the long-haired cafe scribble just one more reason your not making banco on this whole schematic here get plugged in- jacked up- downloaded put a damned plot in the play &amp; keep that camera still! I want bandwith broadcast quality art from artists &amp; write from writers You’ve pissed off too many powerful people NAKED ROOF SURFER so ride it into the Bay &amp; down the Sound &amp; get your skinny ass out on the myster-ee-ous-o Sea all the children sing scapegoat set afloat use a rooftop surfboard for a boat &amp;Laughing MANIACALLY @... US?! Hardworking Liberty-loving economic foodchain souls... BUT... if you can find it, roof surfer, naked as you are if you can find that elusive illustrious golden day sunshine dawn Naked Roof Surfer riding the rooves of the world down to transmission soaked Earth concrete won’t you show us all? @ least you could sell us a little hope... Before you go </blockquote> <br /> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> ======================================== <b></b></blockquote> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKbPEQ4p0-Jnqb3oJxq-Pt1hrm614MGBaUbf_swiTRY6nwAQ8unnmdsoKCi45PyLbSsSSen2e0WX6V6QBFL9rLf-Db2kiV6kaHWvI6t3GmxJom7MXryCoV1XEyFNrgOWGGfk_OFNxAj7U/s1600/FractalC.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKbPEQ4p0-Jnqb3oJxq-Pt1hrm614MGBaUbf_swiTRY6nwAQ8unnmdsoKCi45PyLbSsSSen2e0WX6V6QBFL9rLf-Db2kiV6kaHWvI6t3GmxJom7MXryCoV1XEyFNrgOWGGfk_OFNxAj7U/s1600/FractalC.png" height="396" width="640" /></a></div> <br /> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <b>SLIM JIM METAPHYSICS</b> </blockquote> <br /> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> SUN MOON RAIN WIND STARS &amp; FLOWERS </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> - Flowers?- </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> - Flowers too- </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> -Remember Seattle, Jim? I remember we decided we would stick with the American Heritage definition of ‘condensed language...’ but Flowers?- </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> -SUN MOON RAIN WIND STARS... &amp; also.. FLOWERS- </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> Ah,... Jim? </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> - Yes, Slim?- </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> Remember that Spec of a sud jockey, Jim? Very critical of anything slightly resembling this This... ‘Soul Unleashed’ style of which you speak </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> - Critical minds resemble the consistency of flabby baby bottoms. We will NOT speak of this critique again, Slim.- </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> But, Jim! What if the peoples don’t like us, Jim? </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> - SUN MOON RAIN WIND then, Slim.- </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> No Stars &amp; Flowers? </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> - No Stars &amp; Flowers. If they don’t play nice, they get neither STARS nor FLOWERS- </blockquote> <br /> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> What about FIRE &amp; BLOOD, Jim? If they don’t play nice... What about FIRE &amp; BLOOD? </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> - It’s FIRE &amp; BLOOD that’s dam bursting floods- </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> How now, Jim? How now &amp; what ho? </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> - That’s angst exposed to win mediocrity a minuscule modicum of notoriety. Have or have you not noticed, Slim, how everybody’s been flooding that dam?- </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> With FIRE &amp; BLOOD, Jim? </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> - Yes, Slim... with FIRE &amp; BLOOD.- </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> Who do you speak of now, Jim? </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> - Sitting naked in my mynd... i threw the STICKS... i cast the RUNES... i rolled the EYEBALL of a Goat,... &amp; let me tell you... you would be shocked @ what was exposed- </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> What was it, Jim? What was IT?!</blockquote> <br /> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> - SUN MOON RAIN WIND STARS...- </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> &amp; Flowers, Jim? </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> - But of course, Slim,... &amp; FLOWERS.- </blockquote> <br /> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> ======================================== </blockquote> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpVVVJ109n7RTBve1i1wT1AC522A9JhcUpAcsZK3mzZ_igja7Rp-cY6RQfhlngL8g_GTdA9VRAHo8M3Q7_2YvXkfXfAxhaHl032H4ygmTz6eHF-nR-W4keYyG0L7CLO8m0ps8pPit_WqU/s1600/FractalD.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpVVVJ109n7RTBve1i1wT1AC522A9JhcUpAcsZK3mzZ_igja7Rp-cY6RQfhlngL8g_GTdA9VRAHo8M3Q7_2YvXkfXfAxhaHl032H4ygmTz6eHF-nR-W4keYyG0L7CLO8m0ps8pPit_WqU/s1600/FractalD.png" height="313" width="640" /></a></div> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <b>DER SCHIMMEL RITTER IS WRITING FOR HUMANITY</b> </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> Sometimes... the crying rider - der schimmel ritter- is riding for humanity... On a yellow horse @ 10:32 p.m.- that’s Seattle time -past the grunge stations... the S.U.V. parking here on I-5 * heading very south as i am with a -left-turn-green-arrow-... THE GREEN ARROW! THE GREEN LANTERN! The greeny green green to make the world go ‘round... these are all the greens i see in this Emerald Town... the freeway entrance... lanes merging, other lanes joining... That’s sixty miles an hour, pal. Do you want me? Do you wanna let me over? Now that i’m using my patented -left-turn-green-arrow-? NO! You don’t want to let me over... because you’re a very important person... you’ve got too much on the ball to be worried about <i>DER SCHIMMEL RITTER</i> riding his yellow horse in the moonlight... The Moon hanging over downtown... very small/little/tiny downtown... such a little pearl- especially when seen from the water... from the ferry... from the westside... from the industrial concrete man-made bunker island out in the harbor... amid the halogen floods &amp; magnetic cranes [matters not whether orange or white]... YES! YES! i know it’s a ‘tow-away’ zone/// that’s why i’m going 70 mph... I don’t want to be towed away, get it? Here i am driving further south with my love for humanity {AHEM} hopefully i will be able to give them- ALL OF THEM -everyone of them a ride on my yellow horse TONIGHT! They in turn shall pay my rent... shall buy my videotape... for i need my raw product... Just... way out there raw product... That’s what it is... </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> Lady said i should go to school... i should take a coupla classes in... ahhhh... ART! </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> This is a class in ART, Lady! Lady, look @ me!!! This is a class in ART! This is how you make ART! Driving around Lake Union... </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> Oh, smarmy Lake Union... used to be the home to thousands of hippies... only had enough money to buy a little houseboat... rent a houseboat... feed a cat... live on the water... no playground/// no soccer mom training gear/// no playground... no nothing... NOW&gt;&gt;&gt; </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> you may as well buy a beamer for the price of a houseboat... &amp; why not buy another car? Wouldn’t that make the world a much better place? In the long run? If everyone owned an infinite amount of cars to travel the freeways... to piss off </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <i>DER SCHIMMEL RITTER</i>... </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> who are going down desperately towards the Regrade... on the ‘graveyard shift’... (cough, cough!)... we can pull out all the dead bodies &amp; make it respectable for everyone... get it? DER SCHIMMEL RITTER! Past REI i ride... past the business machines... Turning on Eastlake... Here i am! Who’s gonna hit me? Nobody! Noone would hit the rider... you don’t want to get any on you, that’s why... &amp; there you have it! The Suite Cotswald Port Dances... Five people in the Regrade five lonely riders... mostly Ethiopian... mayhaps an American... but i.. i am THEE SCHIMMEL RITTER on this yellow horse... late @ night... i see the young boys in their pullover shirts, wondering if they should walk against the ‘Don’t Walk!’ lights... wandering to do a little disco dancing in their sandaled feet... they decide... ‘Let us do do that disco dancing we’ve been planning for so long... meet some women... have a few drinks... Chill out with DJ Soupy Soup Soup... Chill out with Mack Dad DJ Baby Baby Baby Wipes... ‘ There’s the Moon! So beautiful... silhouetted against Pike Tower flapping giant American flag... i don’t know whether or not it is truly an American flag [ i prefer to think it is instead of some major corporate cartoon spending money to plod the boot stomped backs of the downtrodden masses] (so i’ll just assume) it’s an American flag waving over the Moon... Under the Moon’s ever watchful cratering eyes... original skyscraping hotels made out of brick... Your days are numbered... stuck up from the 1920's... you had best get as much use as you can out of that neon green title... braced above your penthouse decadence tongue kissing candy dreams... pretty soon it’s que sara ! It’s BAJOOM! It’s BOOM-a-LOOM! They’ll sell your bricks online smuggled through the yellow barrier tape by scavenging salesmen on skateboards riding razors in their suit &amp; tie... Low income housing turns top dollar condominium when those times do strike... DOWN ONE WAY STREETS... Meaning: as long as you don’t go two ways @ once you’ll be doing fine... down Terry Avenue... there’s that Moon again... this time it’s hiding behind a tree as if that were the safest place for it to watch me &amp; the others smoking in the twilight... there’s a lot of construction going ‘round these days &amp; they’ve been throwing things off the roofs again... actually... pressing the zero-four-five buttons we find that Steven Potteroy has not been moved by these machinations for evidence of recorded messages remain... ‘Hello you’ve reached Steven J. Potteroy @ zero-four-five please leave a message &amp; i’ll return your message as soon as possible.’ to which <i>DER SCHIMMEL RITTER</i> responds with micro-cassette technology recording the syllables sounding through the Night’s time ‘i’m recording this message so don’t get any funny ideas... i’m standing outside your frontdoor.’ -click- this across from the wordpit where Drunken Writer’s Collective collected in the wordhole far from the astral noodle... in the shadows actual... after readings-greetings-meetings-beatings of the nuevo cyber-pop-media movements &amp; self pithied soliloquies... Yet... only to mount the yellow horse once again... to fly around town... flying, Flying, FLYing... the madness of constant motion... hoping to get something out of all of this mess... hoping to learn to love to live... i win a bronze medal for my exploits @ least... a bronze medal... i’m #3!... that’s something, huh? #3 @ the Dog- called the Greyhound -called the bus station to the uninitiated... cruising past all the people the greyrider smiles off prancing pony beaded massaging seatcovers ‘i’m #3! Me! The outrider! <i>DER SCHIMMEL RITTER</i>! The crying rider... writing for humanity on his yellow horse!’ </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> SONG-: Schimmel Ritter... where are you going? -*- Now that the night is done... Oh, Gimble minder... Put your yellow horse to bed -*- after all has been said &amp; done... Imperfect Binder... How you shout those Chinese baby laughs -*- better get your ticket -*- board that train never looking back -*- only headed for the... Sun </blockquote> <br /> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> ======================================== </blockquote> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUlkJZ8PypuYcl44KgVQnNtDrc90tdozbi4eaHjOm8tfw2I4dZemCiabr8b_lKLJYYwQicZU-svy_N6Cj-joKYwTafOEvjW0WlCzv-2sjWLLoNacj2zu0J_Ixzcg8regz3g-aXDjiJd5A/s1600/FractalE.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUlkJZ8PypuYcl44KgVQnNtDrc90tdozbi4eaHjOm8tfw2I4dZemCiabr8b_lKLJYYwQicZU-svy_N6Cj-joKYwTafOEvjW0WlCzv-2sjWLLoNacj2zu0J_Ixzcg8regz3g-aXDjiJd5A/s1600/FractalE.png" height="324" width="640" /></a></div> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <b>Across the Midwest, On My Way to Mongolia</b> </blockquote> <br /> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> Writing on a train, rolling through the midwest... No! i will not start this off by way of romantic lie! The train is stopped to load passengers @ the St. Paul station. [THERE i said it &amp; it is true with no embellishment. HA! Didn’t think i could do it, eh? Write a sentence of truth so plainly bland that no one in their right mind would dare to deny it. If you’ve got a problem with a little truth you may as well close these pages right now/// wrap them in that gawdy paper you’ve got in the closet from a dozen holidays ago/// take that wrapped present throw it in a paper bag/// go down to the local postal hole/// tell ‘em to put it into one of those empty refrigerator boxes we always hear the homeless people love sleeping in sooooo much {this by the top pop jocks &amp; jills as Big Daddy Warbucks foots the bill for their fastfood drive through plasma tans [[[which (((REALLY))) just keeps gaining in erotic appeal &amp; gets more sexy looking the older you get &amp; the more your flesh starts sagging } &amp; send it to that person who everybody thinks is some sort of mutant just BE-cawse S/he is not attempting to be part of the disinfo that’s being pedaled by a mass media glad rag]]] Not even halfway through the trip &amp; ALREADY i’m putting false images on it! The silver train swallows it’s cargo. Kathryn is looking for a handi-wipe...er.. some form of antiseptic to clean a cut received somewhere (more than likely Wisconsin --[taking into consideration all the paper shuffling she does as a Fed...]-- maybe an old paper cut that worked itself a little worse when she got to her childhood hometown of Amherst &amp; started slinging packages into the loft while i got real dizzy.) this//////[[[i stay herbal that’s why... only carnivores seem to have a problem with this little conspiracy of mass slaughter being a WAY unkind thing to perpetrate upon the surface of a GI-GANTIC living entity trapped out here in a quadrant of space (<that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working="">) millions of par secs from anything that even resembles it merely 2222 miles into the first half of our journey. This journey’s purpose? To move all extemporaneous belongings to a safe storage place. The safest storage place in the United States of America being &gt;&gt;&gt; Amherst, Wisconsin (the family fishfarm) </that></blockquote> <br /> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working="">Kathryn grew up on this fishfarm but since has travelled this country &amp; the world searching out the holy grail of her passions. You could call that ‘romanticism’ if you wanted to. I really don’t think Kathryn would mind that too much. She lives by certain concepts she picked up out here in the Heartland &amp; if that’s all right with her then that’s all right with the world. Comes from a lakey prairie home type setting where the younger brother (the baby of the family) could be working on a spaceship in the basement out of AOL CDs &amp; Mom’s making that ‘Cheesy Potato Hotdish’</that> </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working="">{that sounds fairly humorous when you say it on a full stomach but just wait until the late night cable stations start running all those sleepers you never wanted to ante up for back in the 80's { those Cheesy Potato’s don’t sound so silly now do they, mister? ...Or maybe you would prefer&gt;&gt;&gt; trekking through the 40 below drifts ALL THE WAY to Steven’s Point (that’s the nearest 24hr convenience store, huh?) For some crappy junk food after you’ve been drinking beer &amp; brandy all night (not to mention the Vodka... No... let’s not mention it)</that> </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working="">She hooked up with me six years ago... Jesus! Six years ago... i told myself i was on my way out of Planet America... WAY OUT... couldn’t deal with the greed, the wholly unAmerican concepts of stagnation through dinosaur ideologies, nor the overly consumptive nature of the prevalent *ownership/purchase/might/&amp; right* square cornered four way circle jerk... on my way out...</that> </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working="">Gnawing voice behind the brain asks ‘Where ya going, Mr. Smarty-pants? Somewhere better? HA!’... Anywhere i don’t have to hear lies being professed as truth in any one of the multitudinous dialects. That’ll be good enough for me. As anyone familiar with my work would know&gt;&gt;&gt; i have previously lived along the Mexican Border... ‘Bordertown, Baby!’... loved being some freaky alien where i couldn’t understand the words the people were spitting over their shoulder... smirking &amp; calling me a gringo... No comprende, Amigo!... insults don’t ruffle the alien... the alien didn’t pull his scales out into feathers when that was the ‘in thing’ to do the funky def dope slamma jamma thing the disco hustle thing to do the yuppie coke freak thing or... (hide the kids)... this 'freaked out', paranoid, dilettante, politically correct, soccer mom road rage wannabe apathetic condescending thing to do... NO! Aliens do not do those things you do... insults bounce off of aliens... yellow jello shooter shots bounce of your windsheild ... your psychopathic Uncle bounces off the walls of the sanitarium when he finds out that money is a lie... the unregenerate priest bounces off the pearly gates when he sees all the angels have tattoos &amp; they say it gives them nice dreams... but still i felt crappy...</that> </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working="">I finally decided to go to Mongolia [[[of all places]]]... to live among the memories of the beautiful savage hordes of my ancestors... America ain’t so big compared to what Mongolia was back there... before the modern convenience... the generations of easily swallowed lies... well,... i guess that’s it everybody gets a shot sooner or later.... they all get a shot to really screw things up for hundreds [[[sometimes thousands of years]]]... until one day a bigger screw up shows up with hat in hand... illiterate... can’t even speak the language... &amp; just takes everything for him or herself... one of the world’s most successful forms of primitive empiricism... MANIFEST DESTINY... ME:::&amp;&gt;&gt;&gt; no money, but what i could scrape out of taxicabs, willing supporters of my rather socially unaccepted forms of artistry, &amp; the inevitable odd job. (Always odd. Always a job.)... i’m going to Mongolia...</that> </blockquote> <br /> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working="">======================================== <b></b></that></blockquote> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKUr59y-eF7lMGzJpMVI8gxQUw2Wy902pAHDmqoFwcDKBK21Avml60635ARdebj87jOHm4nZV6-LaxGd7Q6D2Syo_dqb-wD_2cSc2XCKnHTBCHtTtEsGalGWbXTAN1aiYl6HT6y3DRT8w/s1600/FractalF.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKUr59y-eF7lMGzJpMVI8gxQUw2Wy902pAHDmqoFwcDKBK21Avml60635ARdebj87jOHm4nZV6-LaxGd7Q6D2Syo_dqb-wD_2cSc2XCKnHTBCHtTtEsGalGWbXTAN1aiYl6HT6y3DRT8w/s1600/FractalF.png" height="346" width="640" /></a></div> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working=""><b>Chronicleer</b> </that></blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working="">The Mother of All Creation still rising</that>, <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working="">she is still blindingly pulling eyes towards a-blinding sleepy eyes sleepy red white &amp; blue eyes, redder than all the beer bottle labels even more than that funky salsa musico, that mellow calypso, that reggae beat EVEN MORE than those massive Persian couplets so brutal in the early morning hours no doctor worth his weight would/should/or/could prescribe more than two before sunrise with a clear conscience heavy heavy are those sunrises a leader striking heroic poses against telemetry backgrounds a young girl who still believes in fairy tales dolls her self up The music shifting so much &amp; often neither are able to grasp the face of reality They walk off hand in hand through silvery veils of mystery dawning They share the mutual understanding they are both out of time A voice booms from Heaven’s public address system ‘YOU ARE NOT ROBOTS! Time is ending soon!’ </that></blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working="">COCK-A-DOODLE RISE! COCK-A-DOODLE RISE!</that> </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working="">RISE-A-DOODLE DOO! RISE-A-DOODLE-DOO!</that> </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working="">COCK-A-DOODLE RISE! COCK-A-DOODLE RISE!</that> </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working="">RISE-A-DOODLE DOO! RISE-A-DOODLE-DOO!</that> </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working=""> ...THIS ECONOMY WON’T MOVE ITSELF! We need product &amp; service. That’s what we’re paying for... A woman walks slowly in conjunction with the planets. The sound of planets connecting in the ether. Liquid rings mark the table. A strange blue/print is formed. Steel grey blankets cover sun rising skies. Somebody’s been transmitting again... GO AHEAD&gt;&gt;&gt; cry on your sleeve/// the monkey’ll force it out @ that point you connect to the link. There’s a youngman walking his road alone. After the trauma. After the Drama. Disconnected from the freedom he felt in Philadelphia... back East... somewhere in Amerika. He drew the FOOL card, pulled it deep from his own deck before this journey started. Now he’s got himself a special form of torture,... slow &amp; sweet he sings those hang dog blues plucked from the flowering of his dead end youth... tossed by the zephyr of passing semi-rigs... he’ll know this is what it means to be ‘alone’[[[if it doesn’t kill him/\he’ll never be able to leave]]] the only hope which he can’t possibly know is that he could land in a box labeled alien by those who stay put, keep their mouth shut &amp; locked as if to conceal some ancient mystic wisdom gleaned in the fiber fine print whispering </that></blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working="">Novus Ordo Seclorum </that></blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working="">COCK-A-DOODLE CA$H! COCK-A-DOODLE CA$H!</that> </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working="">CA$H-A-DOODLE DOO! CA$H-A-DOODLE DOO!</that> </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working="">COCK-A-DOODLE CA$H! COCK-A-DOODLE CA$H!</that> </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working="">CA$H-A-DOODLE DOO! CA$H-A-DOODLE DOO!</that> </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working="">He’ll stumble among the monuments they built for themselves to prove their not as bad as all that. Those visions dancing on his retina. Atlas is shrugging ‘What?... That?... forget about it.’ His brain bound the moment the image is stored deep.. Deep.. Deeper still further back in soft tissued memory... stored in the crawl spaces... a fingerpainting taped to the refrigerator door of a whorehouse,...way down south... somewhere in America...</that> </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working="">He’ll return, chances are, one strange day to the wet asphalt of his spawning ground... On that glorious day to see he’ll notice a woman walking slowly in conjunction with the planets. If he’s extremely lucky, on that day, a semi-rig will rocket past blasting an old blue eyed version... listen... you can hear it in the rubber rolling the pavement...listen,.. under the temporary umbrella cloud of diesel exhaust... listen,... that’s life... that’s what all the people say...</that> </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working=""> Cock-cock-cock a-doodle TIME! TIME a-do-do-doodly-do! Cock-cock-cock a-doodle TIME! TIME a-do-do-doodly-do!</that> </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working=""> Time to come up for some air now, Charlie. Still cock-cock-cock-a-doodling... still blowing that brass godmouth... still watching years slip triptych into colors, ya know? Colors LIKE Colors yellow, orange, blur, green. Regular colors. Normal decent colors. Noone has a problem with colors right, Charlie? Welcome to the 21st century! We still burn crosses,... burn crosses in our minds everyones’ predjudism is of the highest most holy city concillatorally ordinancary ordained with a couple amendments added for those mean tortured love children jumping up to wrastle talk show security guards flat on their respective asses... We.. Still.. Have.. Sneaky alleys don’t trick yourself into believing all is sweet &amp; Low &amp; fat-free. It’s the 21st century fer crying out loud! Charlie! It’s the 21st century!</that> </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working="">COCK-A-DOODLE- GENERATE COCK-A-DO-DA-DOODLE-GENERATE GENERATE A BETTER DOODLE DOO</that> </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working="">GENERATE A BETTER DOODLE DOO</that> </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working="">... the voice of the majick rooster trails off to the other side of the planet The Landscape asks our young coxcombed Rooster</that> </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working="">“What is it you try to tell? Are your passion so enraged screaming through the sunrise must you awake every sleeper must blast through their waking pull them back to dirty streets to remember they are living of this time/\/\/\this place Your maudlin stare/\Your rapacious voice Your cocky strutting/\Your dodging snide From weather vaned perch you scream your sermons both manual &amp; pious attempting to pilot human nature from their naturally destructive course Did you awake the shahs &amp; prophets? The Emperors &amp; Architects? Either Fascist or Politically Correct? Your roosterings have had no effect on ways the money’s spent All your harems, All your hordes are thrown back from another time. &amp; Sir!”</that> </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working="">Our Landscape turns on heel “I won’t waste my Time!”</that> </blockquote> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working="">The Landscape walks off to fill the horizon. </that></blockquote> <br /> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working="">========================================</that></blockquote> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbrZsv160TnCaNhEmOQKEoLOaI9-yerRPHBFN6QsRCm2-htJOWZ4x-cyyRnQZ_n_msXQx4rY8C0RC2MS4n8ZuW1nuwtTZpOAu58bmBbD1Xa2nyGnxh7sa3W-vc3j_92HpBJNaJWz4fqis/s1600/FractalG.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbrZsv160TnCaNhEmOQKEoLOaI9-yerRPHBFN6QsRCm2-htJOWZ4x-cyyRnQZ_n_msXQx4rY8C0RC2MS4n8ZuW1nuwtTZpOAu58bmBbD1Xa2nyGnxh7sa3W-vc3j_92HpBJNaJWz4fqis/s1600/FractalG.png" height="398" width="640" /></a></div> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working=""> <b>American Road Trip (up &amp; down the coast)</b> </that></blockquote> <br /> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working="">What was it?{four people in black car rolling North I-5 to come back down 101 heading south} THINK! THINK! THINK! Amazing!- simply this-Nothing more A suicidal possum opted to take it’s life today- Eyes throwing Starbeams- High-speed love stories are very subtle- running freeways littered with tears- that gasoline on your jeans- smells American to me- Somebody’s dark eyes in the rearview- keep the ocean over your right shoulder- Maybe... don’t try to figure it out- if the possum had lied- very verrry still- the clearance of the carriage of the car would leave a happy possum- how happy to be happy- prismatic optical contrivance blinds the mind- the Moon’s contagioned lips over your right shoulder- her protector is a salt water junkie- Back in town the walls of Saturday Night resound happy screams- The more you give... The less you have...- out on the Highway- to be robbed &amp; stolen- Any heroes save possums?- Just a bloody brainscrew!- this is nowhere near truth- i lie- possum flat- the best intentions of noble intent ring of overly stated redundancy- Was there a kiss?- How the junkies dress their pigs- the question remains still- Was there a kiss?- The pain is untrue- unlike falling down drunk- the possum’s eyes kissed the driver’s eyes- they were both very afraid- the possum lost- the pain was stored in the driver’s brain- memories play damnable poignant- EUREKA!- beautiful people are ugly, too- EUREKA!- ugly people have beauty unknowable- EUREKA!- ‘Oh Yeah!!’- Charlie blowing out the Black Rabbit past hordes of ‘heavier-than-thou’ motorcycle enthusiasts- ‘Oh Yeah!!’- a lady chases napkins down a cigarette littered sidewalk beach- ‘Oh Yeah!!’- ‘... but we’ve got a Mingus- flavored Black Rabbit racing down the coast- ‘Oh Yeah!!’- rental people will wash possum blood off the Black Rabbit- ‘Oh Yeah!!’- Better replace that ‘No Smoking’ decal, too- $ell it again for another North American Junkie Road Trip- ‘Oh Yeah!!’- ‘... but... they don’t have a Mingus flavored Black Rabbit!’- ‘Oh Yeah!!’ maybe no possum blood- no contagioned kiss- no snorkeling platypus- [sic = spelling is correct]- unlike the exquisite pain of kissing- can’t buy it @ a ‘Blue Light Special’- anything you want but not that- poor sad sleepy dream after possuming the Road- can’t hold Beauty down- it get’s Road colored- Even the most noble of Thieves can only displace it in Space- it was actually a Japanese Black Rabbit w/ roots so thick, ‘they could never cut ‘a Spaniard’s’ hair’- but... the possum was American- as is the Beaver- industrious enough to teach us ‘how to...’ build dams- The Beaver &amp; The Spaniard teaching... Industrious Thievery- You take one economical sized Black Rabbit of Japanese decent... Mix it with a possum south of Gold Beach on PCH- It’s a recipe.- You see?- BUT the ART... Is a culinary sculpture- of Light &amp; Smoke- of S.F. firetruck songs- there’s more than that- really- some people refuse to give anything- some people don’t give you enough- to work with- only tears- or keep their secrets locked away- the possum knocked on my floorboard- it was a secret possum knock- there was a Spaniard- a Possum- An American- A Junkie- a lot of Pigs- there was a Black Rabbit from Japan- the Green Tortise had already given up the Ghost- there was a kiss- there was an end- an end to this American Junkie Road Trip </that></blockquote> <br /> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <that been="" for="" gulag="" i="" months="" now="" odd="" on="" planetary="" s="" some="" the="" theory="" ve="" working="">======================================== </that></blockquote> <br /> pmpopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09875916273569870358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2416550513428877685.post-47248638397557592342014-04-16T05:54:00.001-07:002014-04-16T05:54:15.640-07:00<p dir="ltr">What to do?<br> What to do?<br> between the blinds <br> Sun seeps through<br> The next day finds us<br> Without a clue<br> But harried as we are<br> So terribly busy<br> To prove<br> Our lives are more<br> Than a mere collection of breath<br> Passing from this hour<br> Into the next<br> Everybodies poetry<br> &amp;<br> Everybodies photograph<br> Is part of the app<br> Producing a song<br> Swelling as the credits roll<br> They roll on &amp; on<br> An infinite train rushing through<br> Past slack jawed riders<br> Filling their cases brief<br> With cheques<br> And billable hours<br> Oh, someone's going to pay <br> You know they've got to pay</p> pmpopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09875916273569870358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2416550513428877685.post-19913710485801896792014-04-08T06:25:00.001-07:002014-04-08T06:28:39.643-07:00<p dir="ltr">Thank you <br> for the songs <br> you sing me <br> early in the morning. </p> <p dir="ltr">For the images <br> you impart <br> through sonic means. </p> <p dir="ltr">Sounds of nails creak <br> sliding into the flesh <br> of wood. <br> Birds outside <br> the global warming <br> of my air conditioned <br> photographic lair. </p> <p dir="ltr">My God! <br> There are even beautifully photographed <br> birds on the calendar,&nbsp; <br> across from the desk lamp, <br> on the wall. </p> <p dir="ltr">Who should ever worry <br> over the poetry of spring? <br> Only salesmen worry. <br> Whether real or imagined. </p> <p dir="ltr">Spring? NEVER! <br> Birds? NEVER! <br> Music? NEVER! </p> <p dir="ltr">For these, <br> it's just enough <br> to be.</p> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKD8tNVp3tiMjcMod7guXyIzqiDlu7mG-RG121yo18dwFq-Za5eQScCANMpEgLF2G4q05cpIpGAKV_ZyLCI_5U9N6xUN4iJqCdtALXxn8P8EumIyiy8Cgwcsux1wYlzhu_xTCDyZhrCSU/s1600/993947_10201622060384115_1535108930_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> <img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKD8tNVp3tiMjcMod7guXyIzqiDlu7mG-RG121yo18dwFq-Za5eQScCANMpEgLF2G4q05cpIpGAKV_ZyLCI_5U9N6xUN4iJqCdtALXxn8P8EumIyiy8Cgwcsux1wYlzhu_xTCDyZhrCSU/s640/993947_10201622060384115_1535108930_n.jpg"> </a> </div>pmpopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09875916273569870358noreply@blogger.com0Rockwell Park - Hemphill Heights, Charlotte35.3114 -80.80733tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2416550513428877685.post-77303617757292991482013-12-22T06:36:00.001-08:002013-12-22T06:39:04.590-08:00<p>From a time and a space<br> Days have been numbered exactly<br> An hour only has sixty minutes<br> There won't be another added<br> Not even one of the 3600 seconds<br> Can be stolen from<br> These intricately manufactured<br> Clockworks</p> <p>If that'd happen<br> They'd throw off the crowing<br> Of roosters<br> And the chirping<br> Of crickets<br> Then what kind of world<br> Would this be?</p> <p>Once I thought<br> Time had passed me by<br> Like a train leaving the station<br> Out in the middle of nowhere<br> And a guy running across the plain<br> Waving his arms frantically<br> 'Stop! Stop! All my luggage is in there!'<br> And all the apathetic faces looking out<br> Watching with a melancholy of inevitability</p> <p>Time's march and its' fly and its' roll and its' crawl<br> Are noted in passing and approach<br> But how you spend this currency<br> Is your own business<br> To be added to your bill<br> Or your paycheck<br> @ checkout</p> <p>Like when you're a little girl<br> And you realize someone you know<br> Is fifty years old<br> And you also realize that fifty years<br> Is a half of a century<br> And you think to yourself<br> 'Half a century! That's mighty old.'</p> <p>And you live<br> And you live<br> And you live</p> <p>Until you're looking in the mirror<br> Fast approaching<br> The second decade marker<br> Outside of that mystical half century</p> <p>With you in the mirror<br> Are all your past<br> All your fears<br> All your hopes<br> All your time<br> On the planet</p> <p>You wonder<br> 'How will I ever make this train?<br> There's not enough time. <br> I can't run as fast was I could<br> When I was younger.'</p> <p>Suddenly the train stops<br> Dead in its' tracks<br> As if one of the passengers<br> Caught the conductor's&#160; attention<br> And said<br> 'I know you ain't gonna let that child<br> Drag itself all the way out here<br> In the middle of nowhere<br> With nothing but the clothes on its' back!'</p> <p>The joy floods over you<br> As the conductor hits the breaks<br> Fifty yards from the depot<br> The engine exhales</p> <p>Now you can breathe a sigh of relief<br> You have faced<br> The rushing wings of time<br> You have caught your train<br> And you are bound<br> For your destination</p> <p>~ pmpope 2013</p> pmpopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09875916273569870358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2416550513428877685.post-20463227095321163722013-10-24T10:51:00.001-07:002013-10-24T10:51:47.423-07:00<p><u>Today</u> in this <br> My consideration calls to you <br> From across this well populated <br> Social space <br> Human lives </p> <p>As they move on their path towards <br> Who knows what? <br> One couple wants to buy a car <br> It's a guy and girl couple <br> They look that they'd be better suited <br> At running marathon and 5k races </p> <p>Another young girl comes along to enjoy a lunch <br> She catches the eye of a pink wearing blonde <br> As she exits the establishment <br> Some may ask: How could I ever love you? <br> I ask: How could you not? </p> <p>Answer a question with a question <br> May lead you to tag me as 'duplicitous' (at best) <br> Whose fault is it in the long run? <br> Blame the sun for illuminating beauty, <br> Blame the book for opening your mind, <br> The doctor for opening your heart <br> What will you discover in the landfill of blame? <br> Only death and decay <br> And of what benefit has that ever been <br> Besides to the autumn landscape </p> <p>~ PMPope 2013</p> pmpopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09875916273569870358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2416550513428877685.post-37016587309177554722013-10-12T11:54:00.000-07:002013-10-12T11:54:51.753-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwgnfUd8PR_uZ9zTArzdxHNjp71qRVjDhjEpKyzXYnRCQW35y1fBwyHPMnsyOC15BDc70igCAGSYM33g4bmSQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div> <i>This video poem was written&amp; performed by:&nbsp;</i><br /> PMPope.<br /> <i>All Multi*Media was produced at:</i><br /> 3dgeRanch Multi*Media<br /> Charlotte, NC<br /> 2013 ©pmpopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09875916273569870358noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2416550513428877685.post-61606014072307867122013-10-04T15:55:00.000-07:002013-10-04T15:58:25.786-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>The most special million year sentence</b></span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">could have been most universal<br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>of the world</b></span><br />if &amp; now out of nature<br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>all come altered when</b></span><br />Another person repliances, becoming<br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>criticized by gluing such graces</b></span><br />as livingly dropped in; the jury startled<br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>you and the surface</b></span><br />high energy gravy,<br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>a little more than scented out</b></span><br />by the terms out among the latitude in-country<br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Bacon, your eggs! </i></b></span><br />Where everything's bacon</span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwuAP5FZx7ci-tox4tdjIlTbI51Ibdual5rwQTgDYwn5tqHOkGMOA83xUJXRW3heHgX2eudzFStOZB0E8D2hg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span></span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp;larger straineries come, possibly</b></span></span></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">As of a grand photory<br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>tailed by a piece </b></span><br />of our Exhibitorium <br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>of this only life chance</b></span></span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: right;"> ~ pmpope 2013</div> pmpopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09875916273569870358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2416550513428877685.post-52079931515655688392013-06-03T20:42:00.004-07:002013-06-03T20:42:33.891-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="background-color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">A Work of Prose Poetry In Installments</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="background-color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">A Collaboration of Light &amp; Love</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="background-color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Ladies &amp; Gentlemen,</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="background-color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I joyfully present</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="background-color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The <b><span style="font-size: large;">1st</span></b> Web Installment of...</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFTsaWpNQwb1hj2J-oSbWmF326BNbU7McMK1omaZ52qQnAiJ0azI1L2xS39jSc3AGoFm665LUoPoCMO7k2E664PynZo4N0i75YvFtmSR7tVIH93UN3GoRaMWytoyBQGUDwPT6x1Q_2iLxQ/s1600/Somersault(banner).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="96" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFTsaWpNQwb1hj2J-oSbWmF326BNbU7McMK1omaZ52qQnAiJ0azI1L2xS39jSc3AGoFm665LUoPoCMO7k2E664PynZo4N0i75YvFtmSR7tVIH93UN3GoRaMWytoyBQGUDwPT6x1Q_2iLxQ/s640/Somersault(banner).png" width="640" /></a></div> <span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div> <br /> <br /> <span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Wanting so much more in life, other than his 100k lifestyle</span></span><br /> <span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span> He feels his failure inside and squeezes it into a little pill,<br /> <br /> Swallowing the bitter pill and leaving reality for a dream.<br /> +++++<br /> <i>Here I am, looking out the window as the sun surfaces, </i><br /> <i><br /></i> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"> <i>In awe of such beauty from above, traveling afar</i></div> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"> <i><i>On a venture to find oneself betwixt the mayhem – chaos</i></i></div> <i> </i> <div style="text-align: center;"> <i><i>How I so long to roam this new road I now journey</i></i></div> <i> <div style="text-align: center;"> <i>I hear the bustle and commotion, as we now descend</i></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <i>The landscape below entices the desire even more so</i></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <i>As we now, approach land and I see my destination</i></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <i>I can feel the rush of the adventure, racing passionately</i></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <i>How it seemed forever, so distant, the dream I envisioned</i></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <i>Time has now come, to initiate this new course of action</i></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <i>All my earnings spent away, to live, as I have never dared</i></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <i>Breathing now slowly in – out, as the plane slowly descends</i></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <i><br /></i></div> </i>+++++<br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"> The wingspan of a Aeroflot Medium Distance passenger jet is 27,8m. Falling from the sky // plunging from the atmosphere // forensics will finally decide it was a glitch // in transmission, from the Navicore 870 cpu, which caused the turbines to stutter, then into the turbine was sucked a large-ish predatory sea fowl // whose bones became stuck in a flywheel // attached to a centrifuge // that centrifuge was spun by a rubber belt // re-enforced with fine stainless steel cables.</div> <br /> It so happens, that upon the day the molten steel was to be poured in the module, at the parts foundry of Bangalore, the head blacksmith was attending an elaborate Hindu funerary ceremony, in honor of his friend, who was killed in a terroristic explosion at the ashram which, subsequently, took the lives of 123 souls, at final tally.<br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"> Giuseppe 'Lucky' Frantellgio called in sick to work this day [the day of the somersault]. Unfortunately for us and the lone surviving passenger, as Giuseppe would always, always, always carry a pair of binoculars and a digital camera around his neck, as he trekked his path, checking the circumference of the <i>Mt Riglettoni Tree Farm</i>, as part of his daily chores.</div> <br /> The medium passenger jet, en-route to Lisboa caught a down draft and pitched its left wing into the very peak of those beloved mountain (3777 meters) before commencing to turn wing-over-wing, down to the base of the aforementioned incline.<br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"> Though not as famous as the Gran Paradiso, the bottom of this mountain is an enchanting spot where five rivers, three lakes and two valleys meet. This, indeed, is one of the most fertile spots in all of Italy, if not in all of the Mediterranean. This, however, is a privately owned mountain on a privately owned island, which has been property, for the last 1300 years, of the famous Marini family.</div> +++++<br /> <br /> <i>Let us trying, as it may seem, examine the wreckage, to find what remains of her passenger.</i><br /> <br /> +++++<br /> <br /> Larissa Marino never thought that life could end in such a cruel fashion<br /> She could not believe what was happening, as commotion surrounded her<br /> The screams alone were petrifying, how destiny could lead her to this moment<br /> <br /> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <i>As the plane plummets from the sky falling far off course of what would be</i><i>Looking out the window, she takes in all the beauty coming into view</i></blockquote> <i><br /></i>Sadly thinking it would be that last thing she would see, on this journey<br /> At least she made it as far as Italy, with the courage of something new<br /> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <i>She hears an explosion, just before she loses consciousness</i></blockquote> <i><br /></i> +++++ <br /> <i>To be continued….</i><br /> +++++ <br /> <br /> Copyright © 2013 Philip Pope / Lucy Martins<br /> All poetry by Philip Pope / Lucy Martins are copyright protected by International Copyright Law, the use without written permission is illegal. All Rights Reserved ©pmpopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09875916273569870358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2416550513428877685.post-80127005640634484252013-05-03T22:25:00.001-07:002013-05-03T22:25:18.934-07:00<span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">Which name these flowers go by,</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">under which guise of man-made beauty,</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">is for finer machine-heads than these fingers typing</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">into this note-taking app.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">How to expulse this beauty</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">in electrons,</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">&nbsp;while remaining relevant to the tedious mindex</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">(think: roll-a-dex of the intelligencia)</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">&nbsp;in applicable wordings,</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">to make the superbly gifted children of these</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">times realize that,... beauty is more than a pricetag</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">or an employable designation.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">When simple poet</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">&nbsp;(such as am i)</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">can not even raise one adjective for</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">such a fineness;</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">such a fondness;</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">without finesse or any other co-conspiracy</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">&nbsp;the public &amp; the publishing industry has come to honor</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">&nbsp;as worthy of particular accolade, heavy-laden with accomplishments</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">&nbsp;to entice &amp; incite one the other</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">&nbsp;to eXplode with the furious abandonment</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">of right and wrong.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">To me,</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">the birds,</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">the bees,</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">the flowers,</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">the trees,...</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">Ad infinum,</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">are creations to,</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">for mere &amp; unadulterated moments,</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">pull our minds away from the trivial diversions</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">twisting our thoughts into the hell of super ego,</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">where occupy the shattered and scarred remnants</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">of obscure passages,</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">through the darkness</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">of societal existence.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">No, Miss So-&amp;-So,</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">there is no room for love to roam in such a sterile environment.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">Sooner or later</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">everyone will have to realize,</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">Frankenstein could have only been written</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">by a woman.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif;">pmpope 2013 ©</span>pmpopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09875916273569870358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2416550513428877685.post-24310094690635414222013-04-24T12:29:00.000-07:002013-04-24T12:29:44.902-07:00<object height="86" width="100%"><param name="movie" value="http://www.audiotool.com/embedplayer"></param> <param name="FlashVars" value="key=guitar-ish&version=0&autoplay=false&pv=1.0"></param> <param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param> <param name="base" value="http://www.audiotool.com/"></param> <embed width="100%" FlashVars="key=guitar-ish&version=0&autoplay=false&pv=1.0" base="http://www.audiotool.com/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://www.audiotool.com/embedplayer" height="86"></embed></object><br /> In case you LIKE guitar soundspmpopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09875916273569870358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2416550513428877685.post-15262050591228053732013-04-12T10:49:00.001-07:002013-04-12T10:49:54.630-07:00<p> Forgotten and gone rocketing;<br> World spinning out in the darkest depths; <br> flashpoint - Girl, your jets are melting this ice sculpture <br> I've been saving for a particular twist; <br> your eyes aren't focused <br> on the least of the gist; <br> red flares erupt everytime you punch through the atmosphere and the whole world melts; <br> over and over again </p> <p>~Shared from Google Keep</p> <div class='separator' style='clear: both; text-align: center;'> <a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd95v07N4ZS28NppO80S20oxbYR3693Jl8MqpeklkD1w3yZ9MuOabzbe4mtJW-rv0LE2jRKA2MAkHXQPbKLJk2vlfdddfMVzSyIK_wuh3DEC7CzGNL5yS2uk0KceVPGeH7G8i-8pQY3vo/s1600/1365788863326.jpg' imageanchor='1' style='margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;'> <img border='0' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd95v07N4ZS28NppO80S20oxbYR3693Jl8MqpeklkD1w3yZ9MuOabzbe4mtJW-rv0LE2jRKA2MAkHXQPbKLJk2vlfdddfMVzSyIK_wuh3DEC7CzGNL5yS2uk0KceVPGeH7G8i-8pQY3vo/s640/1365788863326.jpg' /> </a> </div><div class='separator' style='clear: both; text-align: center;'> <a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipCp92NBiaITIa3Bm0C_4xwaLJzGLrn4s_nxyYiytIWAv_TPVPIAF5yhJ5SS8CtBMGZG1H2EG6KH2nUP3C1R8BfbalRu3KjgympOUX4epdmT_sLlaJ2OuSLF4kfJWlwlJDCbhCVSmREg8/s1600/1362605866117.jpg' imageanchor='1' style='margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;'> <img border='0' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipCp92NBiaITIa3Bm0C_4xwaLJzGLrn4s_nxyYiytIWAv_TPVPIAF5yhJ5SS8CtBMGZG1H2EG6KH2nUP3C1R8BfbalRu3KjgympOUX4epdmT_sLlaJ2OuSLF4kfJWlwlJDCbhCVSmREg8/s640/1362605866117.jpg' /> </a> </div>pmpopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09875916273569870358noreply@blogger.com0Rockwell Park - Hemphill Heights, Charlotte35.3114 -80.80733tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2416550513428877685.post-59485125285160229272013-01-25T04:22:00.001-08:002013-01-25T04:22:48.484-08:00<p><a href="http://u218056.sendgrid.org/wf/click?upn=B4Z9POaBDsTXLmtvJkEd15QHN7McRzA3vU-2FfFGel2E-2BeYgdWshGKhHZBH7QBXHRhIuAn4OYjldWS-2BU1-2BIPNQY7rK3zbD7hGVpL-2FWtSW0Q78-3D_0exdDJBsURjFclT7teAY9d1WGwhUzpdKOjdV2q86Cy0EaUowXPuqQjvHm5YLOrYRvB-2BHxmk7MNRYbd8napnqaTN-2BefcSjPjRfV-2Fd-2BmeFxzzOcL2p5LvnLvcEqYzzoDH85DKRx0cypqhLLSYtenRrqPzuZy-2F1DfQ4GkUamXQRzNg-3D">http://u218056.sendgrid.org/wf/click?upn=B4Z9POaBDsTXLmtvJkEd15QHN7McRzA3vU-2FfFGel2E-2BeYgdWshGKhHZBH7QBXHRhIuAn4OYjldWS-2BU1-2BIPNQY7rK3zbD7hGVpL-2FWtSW0Q78-3D_0exdDJBsURjFclT7teAY9d1WGwhUzpdKOjdV2q86Cy0EaUowXPuqQjvHm5YLOrYRvB-2BHxmk7MNRYbd8napnqaTN-2BefcSjPjRfV-2Fd-2BmeFxzzOcL2p5LvnLvcEqYzzoDH85DKRx0cypqhLLSYtenRrqPzuZy-2F1DfQ4GkUamXQRzNg-3D</a><br> </p> pmpopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09875916273569870358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2416550513428877685.post-65135666265025667702013-01-16T03:56:00.001-08:002013-01-16T03:56:30.285-08:00<p>Even if you thought, you never did a jot worthy of note<br> Your electro-magnetic wavelengths have radiated<br> While a compass needle pointed north,<br> Through the fog, shrouding the coastline<br> Echoing a very mammalian and forlorn siren<br> Flagging wayward vessels off the craggy inlets<br> The way a sedan flows the jet stream of a semi-rig<br> On a zero visibility hairpin turn</p> <p>There's no moral for thee, dear heart <br> Just to know we are only<br> Travelers in this stream of time<br> Racing towards one another<br> Our hands outstretched for seconds/minutes/years<br> Hopeful to hook a kindred soul &amp; share a small portion<br> Of our incredible earthly journey</p> pmpopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09875916273569870358noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2416550513428877685.post-27396435108726154252012-11-30T09:26:00.000-08:002012-11-30T09:43:14.294-08:00<span style="color: cyan;"><b>to vilify and stir up hatred against him</b></span><br /> <i>Put him down like an animal</i><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"><b>Lawyers for Facebook argued that it was </b></span><br /> <i>neither necessary nor proportionate</i><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"><b>a global anonymous browsing system</b></span><br /> <i>heavy fighting between rebels and government troops</i><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"><b>Thousands of Egyptians protested against President</b></span><br /> <i>spill hazardous chemicals into the water, authorities said</i><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"><b>A cold November night warmed the hearts of America</b></span><br /> <i>when a candid photo spread on the internet</i><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"><b>the airport was open but no flights were operating</b></span><br /> <i>Marines are already using solar panels</i><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"><b>Oh, going to poetry live has made me</b></span><br /> <i>she forbade me</i><br /> <span style="color: cyan;"><b>they have clever ways of using and putting</b></span><br /> <i>words together</i>pmpopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09875916273569870358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2416550513428877685.post-87937073400424130002012-11-15T09:10:00.001-08:002012-11-15T12:51:01.641-08:00She'd be warm in a fuzzy sweater and wearing a Muscovite fur cap<br /> In her kitchen and her bedroom<br /> She would be warm<br /> And she would make me warm<br /> With her smile and her excitement<br /> I'd be compelled to grab her in my arms<br /> My breath would warm her ear<br /> Her word would stoke my furnace<br /> That would be romance. Romance is for the young,<br /> I write this from November<br /> From this place, romance is very far away<br /> Impossible to see with the naked eye<br /> Or in the song of a bird hell-bent on stabbing<br /> Some last dregs of dirt crawling things<br /> On the way back to the nest of twigs and dead grass<br /> Is it any wonder all the superheroes of this planet<br /> MUST wear disguises or be set upon<br /> When they least expect it?<br /> Not only them, but their loved ones also.<br /> No wonder the marriage rate is so low<br /> Among caped crusaders and women flying invisible jets<br /> The same goes for all the washed out and burnt to a crisp<br /> Nothing left to give<br /> So t'would seem to the casual observer<br /> In their times of healing<br /> Must look quite uninspiring <br /> Three days in a tomb or the belly of a whale<br /> Not the most heroic stance<br /> Not the knight readied with lance<br /> To charge the lonely dragon<br /> In it's cavern of solitude<br /> How should we then attend to all the scratches and scrapes we have earned in this endless summer of misspent frivolity? I don't feel the need to mourn the dead, better they should mourn for us, the living. It is us to carry their memory everyday UP &amp; DOWN the hills and freeways. It is us whom must live up to their once upon a time heroisms. Let them come down and show us how to survive this world they have left us. Don't get me started on the interest rates! Let them show US how to form a more perfect union or build a better mouse-trap. This is no small rant and there is implied no recant for the counting of electronically produced snapshots of votings and dotings, for everybody knows a house is not a home without a Boston Terrier and there could not be any US without the All involved and Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without some tofurkey and some mistletoe so we move on into the winter with fond memories in our hearts and beautiful visions sparkling in the prismatic splendor of love's eternal promise of love's eternal flame.pmpopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09875916273569870358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2416550513428877685.post-81913434922433908482012-11-06T12:26:00.001-08:002012-11-06T12:26:06.566-08:00<div><p>When looking into the mirror<br> Under the fluorescent fixtures containted with *new* green <u>bulbs</u></p> The DnB breaks across this app, though it's free It can still be cheap The cheapest decisions can deliver the most plagueristic effects If you take your eye off the ball FOR A SECOND THAT ball could bounce off an unsuspecting skull Son, that's what we call the 'bean ball' Believe you me My fine, dwaddle swaddled do-doddler, When two or more toddlers are involved It's what is known as a poo shoot Enter Henri, the best excuse ever made For fine, young ladies wearing boots & jeans There is no satellite to pull down the data Once you've thrown it to the high holy heavens Above the seas of oceanic excuses Wrapped in Sumo weedy bureaucracy with all her friends Spouting demonic phrases betwixt breaks Of nasal laughter forced through the meat grinder How could I ever fall in love with someone Who carries such heavy bags on her shoulders? She flips her ponytail over her porcelain chin To get up and begin again Her march into the darkness du jour Intrigued, as she is, with slimey things Her voodoo artwork is as lost on me As a pinot is to a night train connoisseur Why should I rush to aid those plunging Headlong over the cliff into this dark molasses? Why don't they call their friends in Manassas? Or pray to the Holy LLAMA of Brahma, As the asteroids are handing out their calling cards In the 7th inning stretch When the machines run continual glitch And all the heroines have been exposed To that long lasting final exposure In the museum of chronological photography Etched forever into the interior eye Of the mind Which allows the heart access to the skies </div>pmpopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09875916273569870358noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2416550513428877685.post-64899143458389508692012-11-01T11:20:00.001-07:002012-11-01T11:22:34.419-07:00<div><p>Outcry and aggravation in the heart of the public eye <br> Here in the Land of the Free decisions are to be made <br> Brothers against brothers <br> Sisters against their mothers </p> <p>Deciding if we'd be better off <br> Or if the worker should get a free pass <br> At the taxpayer's expense </p> <p>The looters are creeping from the shadows <br> Reliant on suspicions that <br> the old watch dogs have gone to sleep </p> <p>It's getting so bad, I went to the Air National Guard <br> To look for a civil aviation career <br> Alas, and forsoothe, for la gente, I've been deemed 'Too old', <br> once again as is always been the case with convenient excuses <br> As these are applied to the truths Of the public pie </p> <p>'There's not enough to go around!' <br> 'Everybody wants THAT job!' <br> 'Gotta take what choo can get!' <br> So on and so forth </p> <p>This isn't very American, if you ask me <br> May I review the application for Lewis and Clark? <br> Didn't any of your silver spoonies get a break <br> Before they were a half a century old? <br> Doesn't experience count as education? </p> <p>We all have a life to live <br> The operative noun being Life<br> If you don't support Life <br> You don't get my vote <br> If you lurk through the shadowy regions <br> It'll stick to your clothes and stink up your hair</p> <p>I don't know anybody who would choose Pain and misery <br> That must fall under the heading <br> Of 'whatever floats your boat, ladies.' </p> <p>After November 6th my prayers will remain the same <br> That we remain, One nation under God <br> With Liberty and Justice for all<br> &amp; we don't start striping <br> The Constitution down<br> To a cheap little footnote<br> In our profit and loss columns</p> </div>pmpopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09875916273569870358noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2416550513428877685.post-19459075021449711382012-10-20T11:22:00.001-07:002012-10-20T11:22:24.141-07:00<div><p>Have you ever witnessed <br> On your own <br> Without the boost given through <br> Cinematic special effect <br> A slender woman <br> Fade away through a wall? <br> Fascinating as this may sound <br> I'm fairly certain you may recall <br> A time-lapsed occurrence <br> Of nature or technology <br> The truth of how <br> It actually plays out </p> <p>You may remember <br> You may remember <br> Upon seeing the finale <br> Or recounting on conception <br> How the beginning justifies <br> The end <br> Vice the verse <br> Etc <br> Ect </p> <p>When I tell you she has faded <br> Through these walls <br> In this place she came to visit <br> One cold, sparkling winter season <br> For holidays from her tasks <br> A place to drop her bags and masks <br> An unmated gyne <br> On October's Butterfly Bush </p> <p>All the folks came out to meet her <br> As I, in my safari helmet <br> Strewn about with carcasses <br> For canvases of Lions, Tigress, and bears, <br> Did regale her as princess <br> Of a time when monarchs <br> Ruled the air </p> <p>Gee, ain't it funny <br> How certain walls will <br> Naturally absorb objects <br> Resting against the surface <br> Yet resistant of light and air </p> <p>You may remember <br> You may remember <br> The bitter chill of September <br> And the forgiveness of abandonment <br> Spewed from the lips <br> Of the solid foundation <br> Of the living God's future bride </p> <p>I wish this journey was ours <br> To take together <br> You may build walls <br> To protect or defend <br> You may tell lies <br> To deflect or offend <br> Neither could make it better <br> Or wipe away hours shared </p> <p>I have stared at the wall every second your face has faded <br> The orange flecks of your eyes <br> The pinkness of your lips <br> Faded into the fingerprints of your hands <br> Faded now the memory of your kiss <br> Your long toes <br> Used for writing flamenco libros <br> On the logo of your heart </p> <p>You may remember <br> You may remember <br> Yet, dearest, I shan't forget <br> Of the all the good that you have done <br> Through out the infinite embrace <br> Of time's deepest depths </p> </div>pmpopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09875916273569870358noreply@blogger.com0Amelie's French Bakery, 2424 North Davidson Street, Charlotte35.241543 -80.81236tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2416550513428877685.post-67073490848936853022012-10-02T10:04:00.001-07:002012-10-02T10:04:10.652-07:00<div><p>Tree rings count the cross cut ages <br> All the old timers<br> Say<br> They<br> remember when </p> <p>I've personally watched both Freedom &amp; Independence <br> Drive &amp; Boulevard (respectively) <br> Spread in that ugly, flabby way </p> <p>Now I am positioned to witness <br> Mallard Creek become an auto-doped <br> Thoroughfare for 'big 'uns'<br> With incredibly poor lines of sight </p> <p>Six lanes across <br> It's the number of man <br> Planning the next on-ramp </p> <p>Not one headline <br> About all the oaks felled <br> Where the rubber hits the road </p> <p>One lone photog out there <br> Snapping, snapping at the scene <br> Of a multiple arboracide <br> Smooth jazz aficionados <br> Slow to stop - wondering <br> What's that crazy white boy <br> Doin' out there? </p> <p>Most of the modern science <br> Has come to believe <br> There is a master plan in effect <br> To the creation of all flora and fauna <br> Every component effects (re: impacts) <br> Every living sector of this beautiful world <br> We were given to inhabit <br> To celebrate <br> To love and nurture </p> <p>IT'S IN OUR NATURE! </p> <p>I walked out on the red clay <br> Underneath westward fleeting lion's sun </p> <p>Found the construction silenced for Sunday <br> Hitachi at rest </p> <p>Found one red &amp; and yellow 12oz <br> Empty and face down <br> Under swirling stripes of cirrus </p> <p>Found a hard, traveling (insect) </p> <p>Found a fellow documentarian <br> We talked for a moment <br> ,as cars rolled past, <br> Time continued to march</p> </div>pmpopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09875916273569870358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2416550513428877685.post-64986275738581337242012-09-21T16:16:00.000-07:002012-09-21T16:16:15.829-07:00<div> Let's say, you have a unanimous support base<br /> Since nobody knows your record<br /> No one can attack your legerdemain<br /> You could say anything you'd like<br /> Certainly the 'on-board' critics would agree<br /> As you flash cards of monsters<br /> To dazzle the pupils<br /> All graduates of Social University<br /> &amp; Politically Connected Corporate Community College<br /> But it ain't me<br /> It ain't me<br /> I've received hard fought paper<br /> From the Institute of Philosophical Beauty<br /> While minoring<br /> In poems of love<br /> And the cinema shot<br /> In the dark night of the soul<br /> After learning to turn <br /> Base metals into gold<br /> As simple as<br /> A kiss into a memory<br /> I was drug through the muck<br /> To be hung out to dry</div> pmpopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09875916273569870358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2416550513428877685.post-25593321342775735732012-07-21T08:23:00.001-07:002012-07-21T08:23:40.026-07:00<div><p>At times in our lives<br> When everything spirals<br> Out of control<br> &amp; beyond any semblance<br> There seems a gnawing, nagging dread<br> Egging us on </p> <p>It is alright to call me later on <br> I am not in a bad mood<br> simply typing with my voice<br> while we're talking<br> yes, audiocontrol </p> <p>I'm putting the words into the device <br> hopefully the words will turn into something to help<br> help people to defeat the negativity <br> wow, they're going through the hardships of life</p> <p>The words in my room <br> in my room and im pretty weird <br> but true <br> the word my room <br> my room spirals and embraces <br> old old <br> also phone phone <br> old home, who would hear it ?<br> we know who <br> Who would share it ?<br> moon doom aurora massacre <br> who would find<br> Scrambling in front of them, <br> know inside of them, <br> sew them in so,<br> Not let them go,<br> Who?</p> <p>It's not brain surgery<br> It's the healing of the spirit &amp; the mind<br> Neither intellect nor firepower<br> Could allow you the peace<br> Given freely<br> From the Son of God<br> Our Lord<br> &amp; only salvation<br> Jesus Christ</p> <p>If you find yourself<br> In that precarious spot<br> I'd definitely hope not<br> Take a prayer break<br> &amp; ask God for direction<br> Before you destroy<br> Yourself<br> And everyone<br> In your immediate vicinity</p> </div>pmpopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09875916273569870358noreply@blogger.com0