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OOWEE — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 06:22:52 +0000

Why are so many people needing to be UNEXCEPTABLE. Why do they reach out to me in such a forceful manner. Do I appear to relinquish my RIGHTS as an achiever in any given effort. Read me my MEMORIES and the answer will reach out and touch someone; any one. The remedies that reside within my mind are consequences that may render one USELESS in their efforts. Recycle mandatory affections and reside amongst the COMPETITION that may master anger’s rejects.
What we fail to sometimes realize is that we make MISTAKES but we are not to be held accountable for the such. RECAPTURE every demeanor that may fight to survive and within that circle, may become beknownst to you.
When a TIGER cries and that they do, we can’t hear it as well as when a TREE falls and yes, it does make a SOUND. Feel me when you can’t and even when you won’t because everything I ATTEMPT to become only remembers that which may bring about my DEEPEST fear. ROARING is a call of the wild. Screaming comes from inside the closet and the mercy never rest. FAILURE can never be accounted for if the attempts are MEASURED. Record the evidence and scream it from within. Never allow FORCES to be with you; there is a heaven and the only way to know that, is to FORGIVE. Forgive when you can’t or simply when you don’t want to. Escape and FREE your…..
Know their mind and the PLEASURE revolves around what I resolute; and the REWARD will be all mine, no yours too. Support that which is MANDATORY. I don’t think so far that which we accept is only as far as the eye can see and to only see can bring about UNBLIEF. Boldness is a fortified ELEMENT that will extinguish an enormous, burning DESIRE; there is another understanding which must be LEANED on.

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OOWEE — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 06:21:23 +0000

Gently she watched as was laid another child’s soul, this scene replayed over in her nation’s mind. Her heavenly duty was to love all the kids that came from above to cuddle them in her arms to keep them safe from harms. On earth, her mothering, her job, which she tried to do with TLC;(Terribly Lacking Concern), found her losing her kids in such a horrible, yet expectant way, a way her surroundings forgot to relay. Not able to go on without them she prayed good God would bring her wilted life to an end because there was no one else for her not to defend. God called her to judgment where He thought to place on her angelic wings, instead He placed on her the tears of her beloved babies so she could feel the lonely little lullabies and their simply sweet innocence that was to cling and forever hear their dying sting. What glorious job she didn’t do. What maternal disease with which she was infected. You must have listened to their cruel cries for you before hatred was injected. OOWEE!

In Meditation

William Cowan — Tue, 17 Jan 2012 05:08:25 +0000

The extremities pass & we coax the truth
into repeating the lesson left on a vacant shore.

Outside has become the new inside,
as the handhelds take the mind away.

What has me here so still,
the one word to hold so long?

Not on a road of sentences
will it will me a greater silence.

The nest is laid to final rest.
All the above was left at the rest stop.

It is a script of absences.
There is a picture in the word you hold dear.

Keep it safe.

hidden drama

William Cowan — Tue, 17 Jan 2012 05:08:09 +0000

the transgressions though minor
are multiplying and are stacked
in the closet out of sight

they form an obelisk of pure desire
to be chipped away slowly
until they form something

beautiful and permanently rewarding
to the eye
and the faint of heart

here we go

William Cowan — Fri, 30 Dec 2011 05:34:47 +0000

the caterpillar crossed
the great road

it took days
seeming only

a blip on a journey
without purpose

the caterpillar & the cars
were oblivious of each other

only the warmth
mattered

the ease
of movement

fulfilled
what passed

in this world
as intent

Thought of the Day

jblu — Thu, 22 Dec 2011 04:54:53 +0000

The life I live is not sustainable, but I pledge allegiance to it, knowing that I’ll defy the odds!!

L’Usurper de l’Amour

Chris Robideaux — Mon, 19 Dec 2011 07:05:24 +0000

She was prone to moonwrath;
She was coming to goldenness;
It was an outblown image of potential -
Forever was smiling and playing with her hair.
Catullus was laughing bitterly,
And butterflies opened like hearts,
The slaves all walked to the sea, now dark,
But she…she was prone to moonwrath,
Unleashed upon tides, economies, minds,
With a necklace of conquests
Adorning her like a Yuletide wreath

“This is where I bleed through for you,”
I say, (in the unlikely rain, incessant)
Where Phoenix’ wings molt without
Sol touching & the songs all playing
And where I have no more of time, and
“Who are you?” I ask on this night of
Desert rain, of she, prone to moonwrath
And dire changes; But she leers, vanishes,
As this desert rain pours its tears down
Upon the silent cars and lives,
Tears poured back into the void of this land,
“Black teacher, lend me a hand!”
Joy will push through me,
Buzzing and weeping, wavering swiftly,
I an otherworldly being…
…can they even see me?

Starting Out

William Cowan — Mon, 19 Dec 2011 07:04:57 +0000

The evanescent clouds glide by
as dusk opens the vast starry heavens
to exposure, a rubric to a forever manuscript
dancing to an unheard melody.

The ticking of time is but an artifice
man created. No one alive will see it
cease as transmogrifying transition
envelopes the seer. The birds fall slowly

hypnotized by the tiny prey the breeze
in tall grass reveals. Pray that the harmony
once here returns with or without us.
Look at all there is to do, and begin.

brushing

William Cowan — Mon, 19 Dec 2011 07:04:30 +0000

am I brushing my teeth
or thinking about brushing my teeth?
I don’t remember brushing my teeth
I was elsewhere thinking
& going thru the physical rote
of not being where you are

though you are not here
I recall the strenuous togetherness
& the thick white foam running down

Nine/Nine

Chris Robideaux — Mon, 05 Dec 2011 02:52:51 +0000

She’s putting the pain in painter again,
and it’s not just ice, but fire, too -
& there are sperm sprouts in the mulch swamps,
& there are hotbeds of uncertainty awash in mercenary wine;
So watch a woman’s joy and strength in Music,
and watch her transform,
As your nights do you,
and what do I ride for?
I saw the Headless Horseman
glide across coyote lawns;
I saw false jewels sparkling in the hills,
I’ve drunk from the fountains of fear
Under gray ceilings incontravertable, and I’ve
sucked hot sounds from the seminal earth,
while playing python games in the mind,
playing with love and hate together,
trying to read the list of loves gone,
with eyes that drowned long ago.

Thought of The Day

Rolando Rosario — Sat, 03 Dec 2011 13:44:12 +0000

Never give up on yourself. Even if your dropped by everyone else.

Sausalito

William Cowan — Sun, 27 Nov 2011 21:29:04 +0000

Wasps, tambourines, & jugglers filled the fair.
Tugging at your sleeves the crowd
ebbed & flowed around the water’s edge

in all its twilight rippling calm.
If speech were in disarray & piecemeal
in its distribution, it played amongst the birds,

music & drifting thoughts devoid of all purpose
but to be in communion with summer’s end,
& the last morsel of ephemeral, plasticene joy.

The community property of this moment
will go out in the dark. Though I know
none of you, we go on separately, together.

The sounds echo as we go away hearing
seagulls, accepting handouts for the coming political
rallies that talk on & on

about the reality of this country going
in a hand basket to where we do not know.

SPIRIT OF COURAGE

Rich Love — Sun, 27 Nov 2011 21:27:22 +0000

Everyone cries sometimes
When your world has gone cold and hopes are low
Everyone cries sometimes
When your life is on hold and troubles overflow

You can cry when you’re happy
You can cry when you’re sad
It’s a natural emotion we all have had

Everyone cries sometimes
When yours friends fade away and love is strange
Everyone cries sometimes
When your mind wants to stray to avoid change

You can cry when you’re happy
You can cry when you’re sad
It’s a natural feeling we’re allowed to have

4:11 beyond the dawn a silent VOICE IS
Once a boy now a man forevermore IS

You can cry when you’re happy
You can cry when you’re sad
It’s a natural emotion we all must have

11-24-11 – RICH LOVE, INC.

Lost Rose

catherine anne hayes — Sun, 27 Nov 2011 21:26:27 +0000

Frost glazed everything in sight
in the garden
crunched like glass under
her feet as she walked the paths
in the late November afternoon
she walked aimlessly
sadly
lonely
her heart and soul feeling
empty
void of love
as she loooked all around
at the pearl gray misted sky
the brown trees bereft of leaves
the tired bushes
the dried out flowers sleeping
till next spring
she thought…
“Is this all there is? Is there nothing left?
Is there no hope left for me?”
A sad sigh
A single tear slips down her soft chilled cheek
Suddenly
out of the corner of her eye
she sees a tiny spash of colour
without thinking
she is drawn to it
and then she is next to it
a single rose
a single last surviving
lost rose
clinging on to life
fighting
blazing in all it’s glory
she took in it’s lush fragrance
It filled her with warmth
It started hope within her again
She thought
If this single lost rose
can find a reason to survive
in this cold bleakness
so can I
She rubbed the rose against her cheek
then softly kissed it
A single ray of golden sunlight breaks
through…
Hope does spring anew.

A l l ow

Kevin J — Sat, 19 Nov 2011 03:45:54 +0000

There’s a way to do this. Time may be running out, but somehow there’s a peace, to passionate ambivalence.
May I say that there is a method to it all? The seeing, the challenges wrapped in what seems like forbidden tension, are all creating something, a person maybe. But not I.
Enjoying is so deliriously avoided. The separation created is so maddening, with no benefit except space in between, that must be maintained. Constant working. Let them all come into you. Let it all reside as it may. Opportunity. Delirious and furious kind of, non speech, that runs through senses, on the ground and beyond it.
Placing, among words, sights and sounds that may never know bound if the category could cease.
Did you guess that one day we would really meet? Beyond hope and prayer. In love and weird glances that couldn’t be used for use? That when you came, I would never think to do anything but want you to.
Thought is so serial. But us, we could parallel, meeting everywhere because one, line, erupts into our never leaving hand, touch, watch. We meet here, as never before, but too damn familiar for deja.
Love is a delirious.

Complications of Love

Rolando Rosario — Fri, 18 Nov 2011 02:19:12 +0000

Leave me to my own advances,
The disenchantment of failed romances.
I felt her thoughts, I felt the passion.
But friends and lovers are out of fashion.
Feelings are a thing for masking.
You hold those questions you feel like asking.
You wish there was an easier way,
To say the things you want to say.
And this crush can hold some complications,
But you know its your obligation.
To say a prayer, remove your mask,
And ask the things you wish to ask.

Daughter Of The Fallen

Rolando Rosario — Sat, 12 Nov 2011 17:30:56 +0000

Fathers drinking in the Kitchen,
And mothers crying in the living room.
I am constantly praying,
Hoping death comes and takes them soon.

Life holds nothing new for them,
They fight the same bout everyday.
Mother acts oblivious.
And father drinks the pain away.

I find myself feeling betrayed.
Is this the way a child’s raised?
I hope they can finally find happiness,
When their both dead and decayed.

And one day I will escape from this.
This gloom, regret, and hopelessness.
And one day my life will be seen as,
A much better one than my parents had.

OUR GARDEN

Rich Love — Fri, 11 Nov 2011 15:35:53 +0000

I had to turn back

The patterns of frequencies

By flying off the handle

So I could be considered normal

Just as a puppy learns

To make extravagant claims

I try to meditate

Through the patterns “that” frustrate

Like a constant storm

I navigate conditioned impulses

Slowing these rockets falling

With soothing music so compelling

Our revealed garden

Sparks chirping bird’s hearts

Flowers dance in this landscape

And romance has found a new escape

11-12-11

This was written at HCMC on 11-1-11 when I went back to give LOVE to hospital. Don’t worry – I knew what He was doing through me this time.

Hey Anna Love,

I LOVE YOU!!!

Thinking Of You

catherine anne hayes — Fri, 11 Nov 2011 15:31:09 +0000

Thinking of you
turns
my blood to fire
and
I am all lit up
Restless
Wanting
in my bed
when
I should be in yours
Yes
Right now
Lips touching
Tongues dancing
Bodies meshing
Heat blending with heat

Come to me
Now
Bring me to your bed
End this waiting
this torment
Fill me up with you
Now
Please
Come to me

Canadians

William Cowan — Fri, 11 Nov 2011 15:27:45 +0000

They’re so polite.
Hiding in reserve I’m sure
of nothing about their true
feelings toward us.

Covered in resolve
to see all their families
whole, even the Frenchified
& that British oriented lot

that hail the Queen.
The beer is sublime,
& taxes prime the coverage
of all in medical care,

so there. I love
the tee shirt, on the front:
“what’s the definition of a Canadian?”
on the back: ”an unarmed American

with healthcare!” And,
also I love you,
Alice Munro!

p.s.-if any of these “Thuglicans” win
the ’12 presidential election, I’m Canadian!

a clean, civil society not at war with anyone