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Sunday, 01 November 2009

  • fruit and fruition......

     

     pomegranate lips she's got raspberry hips

     a basket full of fruit  cornucopia of taste

     a fresh cherry pie

     a taste for the eye

     sour senses puckered plums

     boysenberry lashes

     she's like fruit comes fruition

     a swirled sense sensations

     conucopia of  flavor

     sweet potato legs

     her hair smells of honey

     sweet sensation senses

     raspberry hips......

     

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Tuesday, 06 October 2009

  • all.................

     

     all sinners all winners  all losers

     we sit by the burning trash cans

     on the beach shore

     a drink share a smile  share a story

     all sinners all winners all losers  all

     brothers and sisters of a 3  to one

     god                                a loving god

     who likes beaches bon fires and stories....

     

    ....... 

Wednesday, 16 September 2009

  • somedays.....

     

     somedays you get lost

     who you are  as if all

     of the salt of your body 

     was washing outta wounds

     as if life demanded a

     hold on your lungs

     a big remote push

     mute and your mind goes

     blank

     somedays if you slam into 

     a brick wall  sometimes

     all you can hear are the waves

     beating up against a

     retaining wall

     washing out washing in

     somedays.....

     

    D

     

     

Tuesday, 08 September 2009

  • two small ones.....

     

     two small ones     a painter and

     a dreamer        crossed wires

     suddenly one moment

     she was giving flowers

     he was rebooted

     life kept tumbling down the rocks and

     things in its own river

     never suddenly stopping for him or her

     to reflect  to stop look deep into

     the pools of each  ones eyes  and

     fall deep    instead they tumbled with

     the water further downstream never

     having that 'time stop' to look  deep

     into their pools but they still were drawn 

     to one another   

     neither were quite sure yet the pull was

     strong    kinda like  life's river tumbling

     down the rocks.....

     

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Saturday, 05 September 2009

  • the maker/the pearl............

     

     

    (Daniel Lanois)

    Oh, oh deep water, black and cold like the night
    I stand with arms wide open
    I've run a twisted line
    I'm a stranger in the eyes of the Maker
    I could not see for the fog in my eyes
    I could not feel for the fear in my life

    From across the great divide, In the distance I saw a light
    Of Jean Baptiste's he's walking to me with the Maker
    My body my body is bent and broken by long and dangerous sleep
    I can't work the fields of Abraham and turn my head away
    I'm not a stranger in the hands of the Maker

    Brother John, have you seen the homeless daughters
    Standing there with broken wings
    I have seen the flaming swords
    There over east of eden
    Burning in the eyes of the Maker
    Burning in the eyes of the Maker
    Burning in the eyes of the Maker

    Oh, river rise from your sleep
    Oh, river rise from your sleep
    Oh, river rise from your sleep
     
     
    SANY0247  
     
     
     The Pearl :
    (Emmylou Harris)

    O the dragons are gonna fly tonight
    They're circling low and inside tonight
    It's another round in the losing fight
    Out along the great divide tonight

    We are aging soldiers in an ancient war
    Seeking out some half remembered shore
    We drink our fill and still we thirst for more
    Asking if there's no heaven what is this hunger for?

    Our path is worn our feet are poorly shod
    We lift up our prayer against the odds
    And fear the silence is the voice of God

    And we cry Allelujah Allelujah
    We cry Allelujah

    Sorrow is constant and the joys are brief
    The seasons come and bring no sweet relief
    Time is a brutal but a careless theif
    Who takes our lot but leaves behind the grief

    It is the heart that kills us in the end
    Just one more old broken bone that cannot mend
    As it was now and ever shall be amen

    And we cry Allelujah Allelujah
    We cry Allelujah

    So there'll be no guiding light for you and me
    We are not sailors lost out on the sea
    We were always headed toward eternity
    Hoping for a glimpse of Gaililee

    Like falling stars from the universe we are hurled
    Down through the long loneliness of the world
    Until we behold the pain become the pearl

    Cryin? Allelujah Allelujah
    We cry Allelujah

    And we cry Allelujah Allelujah
    We cry Allelujah 
     
     
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