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 Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:30 am
WHO CAN DREAM A GOOD ROAD THEN LIVE TO TRAVEL ON IT? Who can GIVE BIRTH TO HIMSELF and then BE HIS OWN FATHER AND MOTHER? Who can LIVE IN THE FUTURE and LIVE IN THE PRESENT and not GO MAD? Who can LIVE AMONG SPIRITS and AMONG MEN WITHOUT DYING? WHO can EAT AND SLEEP WITH HIS OWN DESTINY and still KNOW THE HAPPINESS OF A BEAUTIFUL THING?
THOSE ARE RIDDLES FOR THE TREES!
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 8:06 am
The muck upon my boot soles is like the never ceasing cries of the populace to the creator of the universe.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 8:36 am
Those drunk with love,
Will break this unending sorrow,
For the treasures of the beloved,
belong to those celebrating with us.
"Molk-e-Divan" - Amir Khosrow Dehlavi
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 2:46 am
Look around you. What you can see is real. Isn't that just amazing?
You can reach out, and you can touch it, and it's THERE. Thats brilliant.
This physicial universe is so improbrable, yet it EXISTS. It is falsifiable and it's so methodical. There are recurring patterns. There are equations that explain things, but it isn't made up. It's actually real, a revealed mystery.
YOU are made of stardust and above you there are planets. They are real. It's so unlikely but it's true, isn't that beautiful?
Our beautiful, improbable universe. Thats truly an ineffable experience.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 7:15 am
Buaíonn tú 's chailíonn tú. You win some you loose some.
Sin an chostas ar iomláine. That's the price of integrity.
Ineffable? Posting, making effable, see what I did there? Eh?
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 8:14 am
Seeding my aural plane with metal water.
I can change my gender and my age by changing my clothing and my posture and my hair.
The beautiful framework is visible through the messy veneer. The veneer is NOT the framework. But are the bones any good if you scrape off the skin?
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 3:29 am
Walking away from the carousel,
away from the bright brittle music,
back into my own flawed self.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 12:22 pm
Watching Batman Dark Night for the second time, in the company of an ex I get to thinking....
Who are my heros?
What kind of hero are they?
Deserved, needed ?
And what about you?
And you?
And you over there?
I do have hero's in my life, needed and deserved and ones that have come and gone and ones that have yet to realise it even ones that have lived long enough to become the villain.
How long is that? How long before someone who was once a hero becomes a villain?
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 2:11 pm
Aw s**t. I forgot what I was going to write.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 7:27 pm
Today I saw a birth.
Wasn't a natural birth; we were standing there against the wall like good students in the OR, watching doctors and nurses putter around and cut a woman open to get the child out of her with precision and grace. At first, this was just cool - a live-action "The Operation", with spreaders and careful cutting, suction and scalpels.
Then they got the baby out.
I nearly cried at the wonder of it all. Something just clicked in me. The beauty of everything ran me over like a truck, despite the blood and the open woman on the operating table, the child slick with gore and a placenta sitting in a steel bowl near me.
I am still choking up when I think back on it now.
Wow.
I am so full of love right now, it's incredible.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 9:07 pm
La dee da da da, more than words
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 9:20 pm
Midnight drive
Frustrated outburst
Would be
Roll-e-Pole-e
Down the royal enclosure
Crawling back up
To roll back down again
Giggles
With a swishing light
and a silhouette above
The land ablaze with a thousand fires
17 degrees
10 Kilometres
Unconquered
Cos
Princes
Heroes
Long Grass
Hawthorn
Piss
Guilt
The long way back
High cross
Chevrons
Via Mullingar
Sparkling cats eyes
The middle of everywhere
Nowhere
Uisneach
Wooden Pallets
babbling brook
Piss
All roads led
then Via Athlone
Crossing the Shannon just for kicks
into the west but not too far
Sober drunkenness
and Bleeding
Sandwiches and doughnuts
kiwi ninja
orientation
confirmation
what to do
reeling
31 forsaken weeks
17 in silence
seven and a half months
Nearly 8
T minus 5 weeks to main engine cut off
CD playing loud
Words stand out
the ghosts in the attic never quite leave...
...I've got darkness and fears to appease...
...Strange how certain the journey...
...Strange how this journey's hurting
In ways we accept, as part of fate's decree
So we just hold on fast, Acknowledge the past
As lessons exquisitely crafted, Painstakingly drafted
To carve ourselves instruments, That play the music of life...*
... got half-formed sentences, Explanations...
...They'll take you in their arms and then take out their knives
So you drive on thinking...**
...to make room for the other presence
we both draw back in our minds
I had a prophecy
threatening to spell into words
this crawling certainty...
...the swelling fermata
as the cord dies...
i'm tired of hiding...***
on the edge of summer
years from now
I'll cry to remember
How very close you were
Knowing this will I reach for you?
The way, you want, me to...****
Why am I walking barefoot
Upon this road with no one around
I close my eyes to this decision
The night's like coffee to my tongue...
...I map the words out, Maybe you will say them
Won't you help me rise up
Touch my face and watch me try to breathe again
Would you let me do this
Burn down the final wall
Over come me...
...All I'm asking is to be alive...*****
...he'll distract her good
don't worry so...
...and to the one you thought was on your side
she can't understand, she truly believes the lies
...seems i keep getting this story twisted
so where's neil when you need him...
...somewhere someone must know the ending
those bombs our friends can't even hurt you now
and hold those tears cause they're still on your side...******
I must be strong
and carry on...
would you know my name?...
...Time can bring you down
Time can bend your knee
Time can break your...*******
Time has broken my heart...
and I'm begging PLEASE!
These are the scars that silence carved on me. *******
*Vienna Teng - Eric's Song
**Vienna Teng - Shasta (Carries Song)
***Vienna Teng - Between
****Vienna Teng - Drought
*****Tori Amos - Space Dog
******Vienna Teng - Momentum
*******Eric Clapton - Tears in Heaven
********Vienna Teng - Gravity
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 5:01 pm
She didn't scream, she didn't make a sound
I forgive you boy, but don't leave town
Cold black skin, naked in the rain
Hammer flash in the lightning, they're hurting her again...
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 9:41 pm
To No One In Particular
It sure would be easier if you would just admit I'm right
Then we could terry away the wee little hours in so much delight
It would be easier on us both if you followed me to the gate-
And listen to those immortal words that were penned by Yeats
Temptation does call
And it uses my voice to sing
And we laugh away the hours
And delight in little things
Remember you need joy and play
As well as work and toil
And I sing as siren sweet
And your joys are much the spoils
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 9:48 pm
I've just smoked ten cigarettes and drank a coffee flavored Full Throttle and am now reading Confucius...Never before have I felt so at peace...
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