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[26 Jul 2007|02:05am] |
heaven sent is Grace's Laughter
here for now, and ever after
Dizzy Dawn in Heaven's Grace
draws the night across my face
we face the sun, we face the day
It faces us to gently say...
in voices hushed, and voices mild
"our hearts are one"--Lost and Wild
Wilder Beast and Wilder Tame
roam my heart and call your name
while Father Time and Mother Fate
say "True Love--never leaves a trace"
Tracing Hands in Tracing Quest
a trace of you along my flesh
pur feet in sand, and head above
my hand in yours, our hands in Love
and so the Fire, so the Flame
in Mighty Mist, and Misty Spring
and yet Desire, yet my Fate
not yet I tire of your embrace
Embracing Death, and Sudden Birth
you're Outer Space on Inner Earth
Silent Birth and Sighing Death
in each and every precious breath
here for now, and ever after
if I'm a book, then you're my chapters
we're Eye to Eye and Face to Face
rolling in your laughing Grace
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[19 Feb 2007|11:20pm] |
does he drive you wild,
or just mildly free?
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[18 Jan 2007|10:50am] |
"But now the girl is gone, whereever she may be
I hope sometime she sees the stars and maybe thinks of me
Sees the stars and maybe thinks of me"
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[07 Jan 2007|01:41pm] |
Little yellow spider laughing at the snow
Well maybe that spider knows something that I don't know
Cuz I'm goddamn cold
Little white monkey staring at the sand
Maybe that monkey figured out something I couldn't understand
Who knows
Well I came upon a dancing crab and I stopped to watch it shake, I said,
'Dance for me just one more time before ya hibernate,
and ya come out a crab cake'
And hey there little snapping turtle, snapping at a shell
Oh there's mysteries inside I know
But what they are I just can't tell for sure
And hey there little baby crow, you're looking kind of mean
I think I oughta split before ya start letting off your spleen
For sure
And hey there little sexy pig, you mated with a man
And now you've got a little kid
With hooves instead of hands
And oh all of the animals, all of the animals
And hey there little mockingbird, they sing about you in songs
'Oh where ya been? Have ya broke a wing?'
I haven't heard ya in so long
And hey there little albatross, swimming in the air
'Aw, hey ya know I can't fly and I
Think we really oughta play fair'
And hey there mister happy squid, you move so psychedelically
You hypnotize with your magic dance all the animals in the sea
For sure
And oh all of the animals, all the animals
And hey there Mr. Morning Sun, what kind of creature are you
I can't stare, but I know you're there
Goddamn, how I wish I knew
And hey there Mrs. Lovely Moon, you're lonely and you're blue
It's kind of strange the way you change
But then again, we all do too
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[05 Nov 2006|12:33am] |
As the mist leaves no scar
On the dark green hill
So my body leaves no scar
On you and never will
Through windows in the dark
The children come, the children go
Like arrows with no targets
Like shackles made of snow
True love leaves no traces
If you and I are one
It's lost in our embraces
Like stars against the sun
As a falling leaf may rest
A moment on the air
So your head upon my breast
So my hand upon your hair
And many nights endure
Without a moon or star
So we will endure
When one is gone and far
True love leaves no traces
If you and I are one
It's lost in our embraces
Like stars against the sun
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[03 Oct 2006|09:40pm] |
About 8000 years ago, something happened that would redirect our fate in the world. there is no certainty who started it or exactly where, but in the middle east the agricultural recolution broke out. this movement gave birth to the mass cultivation of natural resources as well as cultivation of greed, gain , and disregard for moderation that exists in the world today. People now planted and harvested, blinded by utility and over abundance, instead of hunting and gathering just for necessity.
Now milleniums later we can see the rapid spread of the wildfire that was sparked so long ago. i has slowly spread and revolutionized our minds. as the settlers push westward they carr the torch that burns our tribes and slays our game. as native americans we perpetuate love and respect. we rule as unit and move as one. we are those descendants of the hunter-gatherers that live 8000 years ago. our lives are governed by natural laws. the laws of the kingdom of animals who have no need for competition or personal gain. perhaps their lack of "higher-level thinking" and "judgement" give thema a real value and appreciation for what it is to live and breathe. we are goverened by the natural laws of the earth,which has a simple and intricate order of all things and resonates a harmony and understanding in our ears constantly. can they not hear it over the thunder of their cannons? we see no seperation in ourselves or among all other things in this universe. we recognize the divinit of all things. when we slay the buffalo we slay ourselves. we do it reluctantly, and with humble reserve. we honor the buffalo with every step they take, even in their death.
See everything ass yourself, cause only the one who sees the world as self will take care of it.
who else will return the lush paradise and peace to the earth?
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[09 Sep 2006|06:43pm] |
And each strand of her hair is really insect eyes
And each hole in her tongue is always occupied
By the milk of the sun
And each hair on her head is fields of gold wheat
And i'm lying on my back
And i'm falling asleep
Mm hmm hmm hmm
And each lash in her eye in really white roots
And each line in her skin is really red roots
Mm hmm hmm hmm
And the neck her head's on is a tunnel of dawn
But darkness will come
But darkness will come
for sure, it's gonna come
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[06 Sep 2006|10:17pm] |
Each of us;
is like all others,
like some others,
and like no other...
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[04 Sep 2006|12:02am] |
hapiness
misery
the seed of one is always within
the other
they both come from heaven
they both fold one on the other
they both hide from each other
they both surprise each other
they both speak to each other
in a private language only they understand
this is the interplay of yin and yang
you can not stop or control it
seeing things as seperate brings illusion and calamity
conform and shape yourself
to the interplay of the yin and yang
discipline and order yourself
like a great square without sharp edges or corners
train and integrate yourself in order
to cut through confusion and illusion
without hurting yourself or others
it is difficult to illuminate without blinding
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[29 Aug 2006|11:40pm] |
Wasted arms; wasted legs
Wrapped round this machine
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[24 Aug 2006|10:22pm] |
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sleep like its sacred
breathe like its a miracle
walk like you're free...
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[24 Aug 2006|10:19pm] |
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I think, therefore I am really not there.
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[21 Aug 2006|07:37pm] |
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...then you'll see........
...that all I want now
is hapiness for you and me............
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[18 Aug 2006|10:05pm] |
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creative spirit
vital soul
wondrous bodymind
can you combine these into one phase
and gently hold on to it
one phase one part one moment
can you commune with
and direct th elemental force of life
and enter into the rebirth of gentleness
and be like a newborn
can you wash and cleanse your mystic inner vision
while clearing it of the refuse left behind by ordinary sight
it is possible for you to stay out of your own way
while being your own leader
can you stomp the earth
look to the heavens while being receptive
passive
posessed of quietude
can you be knowledgeable and clever
and regard it as whimsical
create and nourish
let all creation be the worlds
not your own
have fun when you work
work when you have fun
be a leader without appearing to be
and you will personify fine uncarved wood
in the hands of a master carpenter
can you guess who this master is?
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[17 Aug 2006|08:29pm] |
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still waters run deep
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[11 Aug 2006|05:08pm] |
You’ll make the scene like you always do
Going up stream down the avenue
to fuck some Trophy boy that you won tonight at the bar
So bad, so far. You’ll make him sad, shooting star.
When it was me
I was momentarily proud
I’m drunk on dreams
now I’m glad I didn't say out loud
You said you'd be for real but
I don't think that you are
So bad, so far. You make me sad, shooting star.
Youre distant, cold,
a sight to behold
Everybody just sighs.
nobody gets on
With you very long
cause you don't feel bad when you lie
I’m going to sleep now
Back to first square one
Square 2 will be where I can deal
with the shit you've just done
It wont be soon
To say the least it's going to be hard
So bad, so far.
your love is sad, shooting star
Your love is sad, shooting star
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[10 Aug 2006|02:59pm] |
From the bar to the car park
Theories fly about
They fall short for the most part
But I’m not keeping count
And why should I begin?
Cause there’s a whirl pool
Of people who will stop
And they will tell you
The things that you are not
They roll their eyes and they call you crazy
But you get the feeling
That you get what it's about
It’s just a feeling
You can’t really spell it out
You get the feeling
That you get what it’s about
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[06 Aug 2006|10:49pm] |
tell me...
is it painfully obvious
or just
obviously painful
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[06 Aug 2006|10:34pm] |
Sunshine -------
----been keeping me up for days
There is no night time-----
-----only a passing phase
And I'll feel pretty---
---for another hour or two
I felt so ugly before------
-----I didn't know what to do
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[03 Aug 2006|12:10pm] |
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Q: Well, could you give me a few more details as to how to frame the proper mental attitude?
A: Start this way. First, realize that all day long we cling to a material body which we believe is our true identity. Next, understand that what is clinging to the material body is not really in the body. We should conceive that our true fundamental nature is like the moon overhead, in contrast to the moon in the water below.
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