I used to care, but now I don't. You want to change, but you really won't. In abject despondency, I'll voice my thoughts, But only to myself because you won't be taught. You can't see forward, you only look back, and the further you look, the more it begins to crack. Time is running short, we really don't have time, and no, I don't think they'll care that you own the last dime. Drop the change you have, it's worthless where we're going, and there's no turning back, because this is where the wind is blowing. And even in this state, you continue not to care. People are sleeping all around, but there's nothing left for you to share. And, in my abject despondency, I'll continue to voice my thoughts, knowing full well that you won't be taught. Not even this could teach you well, the consequences in which you now dwell.
Beans, beans the musical fruit the more you eat the more you toot the more you toot the more you'll say "Let's have beans.............every day."
Dang, I wish I could rep you for that one!!!! AWESOME BITTER, AWESOME! Bitterweed on a mission from God, said beautiful words without a second thought. The words came from my friend Bitterweed and the way they sounded was bittersweet!
I just shared this poem with B.Larset, then thought, why not post it here? Here is one of the poems I wrote to say during ritual: Beings of assistance, guides, and masters of the Light We thank you for your love & energy tonight. Bless the ones who stand inside this swirling cone of power Radiating energy among these rocks and flowers. We stand before you in this cone as joyful channels clear Prepared to receive any messages that you want us to hear. Fill us with your wisdom, with your love, and with your Light Transmute the gross and empower us with God's infinite might. So that we may help others and show them the way To be clear channels for Gods expression every minute of each day. Beings of assistance, guides, and masters of the Light We thank you for your love & energy tonight. Guide the ones who stand inside this swirling cone of power And send energy where needed beyond these rocks and flowers. __________________
Bavarian Hangover By: Up On the Governor Where am I? Oh, I made it home. I hope I did not drive. Where did I go last night? I barely remember, I went to Dave's. Where is my wallet? Ah, probably in the car. Why are my jeans wet? I hope that is just spilled beer. Aye, my head feels like the Hindenburg. I will just get another beer. Wait, who is that in my bed...it looks like... DAVE!
There once was a man from Nantucket Whose **** had the girth of a bucket. He'd swing it 'round town, But all the girls they would frown, So he threw up his hands, said, "Ahh...(*)(*)(*)(*) it!"
I do Not know the limits Of suffering Because every time I tell myself, This has to be The last time Because I cant Go through this again, Its not, and I do.
Joker, I really like that piece about suffering. It was powerful. The piece before that was hilarious! The words to this poem came in 10 years ago while I was driving, and I had to pull over and write them down so that I wouldn't forget them. Lightseeds The brilliance of suns the light of a star isn't something outside you it is who you are. The light shines through the prism of the being you are spreading color and light from the earth to the stars. So follow your dreams Wherever they lead Let your soul shine through And spread your lightseeds.
Dedicated to Lady Luna Praises To The Night Days falling nearing our calling. Nights rising finding us praising. Moons bathing us with light. Giving our spirits gifts of right. Lights adorn this mantled place. Flickers chase days shadows away. Ready us this place we stand, In middle between the sky and Sand. We seek mystery gathered here. Give us force to command. Let us be earths elements again. Free we are and one as all. To the night let our spirits call. Reasons given voice to chant. All must speak as one again. Leading our rhythms into the Night. We send our motions Off with the fire light. Join with me our hands to grasp. Forming with natures spirit A fleshed clasp. Worn are we by Evenings dance, as glistening Charms under the moons Romance.
Falling Blue To Blue Blue Nice Picture. A bird strolling along the beach. The surf alive and moving with hosts of lively motions, rolling and rising in the background. The sky a perfect shade of light and blue, pasted above in contrast, to you sitting there posed and poised. And I only used forty words to describe that. They say it can take up to a thousand. Good picture nicely done. Falling Like a towel unfolded, and tossed out to fall softly to the sand. The sky is thrown out into the day by the sun. Directed outward the blue in subtle shades appears to in an instance get stronger the, faller to us it gets. Then losing its momentum, drops to the water and into the ocean below with the blue sinking into its depths filling it up. Coloring the water with the sky falling into it. Sending it to the shores over the sands and back again. Teasing the beach with waves. Seductive movements pushing and pulling to the shore uncovering the bare and shifted edges that get caressed. Swells roll out and meet the colors still pouring down and sending them back again. To Blue Shifting the sights in me. The falling starts and carries through to the white tips dancing livid motions that meet my feelings, exaggerating my sorrow. Dropping lightly into the sea the blue comes in with the tide and funds me with a melancholy tint that brushes me in thought. Witness to this spectacle is your reflection. Those once’ things now deeply in falling ness of the un-right loss; that lost which rightly conducted my reasons through passion. Keeps me in myself locked away with the splendid sights and sounds of silenced revelations and harmful inner interpretations. Moving in the air shimmering everywhere as the afternoon grows older. The saddening louder and more pronounced by the hour.Yet your image fading, making my heart a liar. Whispers from my soul, echoes of you from before. Sounds catching the wind and the surf as the day moves me with them again. Carried along like the white tips made by the waters current, laying on the surface after the swells retire. Like those waves, thoughts of you left behind as pains given to moments lived in search of directions to not what I must feel; but how we can do it together again.