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winter solstice 2005 |
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Dec 21, 05 - 11:15 AM |
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snow if falling
sun is shining
mind
lies hushed
neath the wait
of what it'll take
be hush
as nature leaves its ferns
crystalize the breath of our being
on the window pane
memoryes are made o this
am literally snowed under as thoughts o bliss
out on the Peoples' take, as shared on Barbara Walters laTest show. . . what is heaven
heaven is the state of mind. . . in which each of those who share their notes dance way from their being the only right, so each can have their own sense of reality, way from where it infringe on another's sense of being
which yes, feel we have come do. . .snow ya's under as we have been, time after time, and just when thinking. . done. . yes, Dunn as the neghbours were, oops, forgot the I in there. . poshbours? nah, jus' ordinary put Dunn Mustard on ya hot hotdogs, cause it Dutch on the ham n cheese nuff to have us smile, me thinks, this a red herring, if ever . .what, no see Dunn Mustard on the shelf?
That's just cause they take the mustard seed and fiX it for all them French N Dijon N such. .
put the bang in your bite, as ya plough ya way through fields of sknow water can transform itself tween liquides let vapourICE the spirit wisps a wondering like smoke has us begin see all we are missing where the air. . . and lord. . . what would we think. . . if we could see the colour of the scents let wind about the face of earth
or take a bee line for you nose as you enter into the garden of eDen, the eBay of just who happen happen on, and since me trail o closing sites, on first having been.
ah , me, woke up from a sound sleep and be accused of being an International Security threat,
wow.
must really be dangerous
so I sit in the quiet as nature's playfulness
begins blanket earth and still
no matter what
we brush its beauty aside we do
we brush its beauty aside
and so the songs begin form
as a line go in reapeat repeat
n all who eat it up as baby does
its mamma's lullabye ya know
the one its mamma sing
from moment daddy die
and arm in arm
gedd on they sing
cause
twas off to heaven to get me
and so the story of Je'sUs having died for us
well, it rings a bell as Abel did on hearing
Eagles toss second born out of the nest
so there would have been no moddle . . model ? coddling
for thems and those who survive the odds
and when hearing bout the ancient tradition
of women carry fire
and the gent
who while sitting 'side us plucking his 12 string guitar way from the circle of friends mongst whom he wouldn't be able to hear himself play
and recall the difference between politicians and musicians
is that the musicians haven't played nor sang nuff bout how we can all do the can can without trying
to where it no longer matter
on learning life
has plans of its own for us
yes, life has plans of its own
know we's been let live in heaven ever since
an' it only a matter o time ere ya learn
heaven is my sitting in my glory
till we wanna get off our duff so bad
and still. . .this on having closed
well, first I was ever on, closed up
went religious and since for OvaryUS ASPects
could not find it within ourselves to buckle up and bow wow down to their ways. . .
to now within months. . banned from the dreamhealer and watch it dry up, then another and another which was all our mind could hold
till forgettting all which came intoooo play |
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