To the sincere seeker armed with honesty |
How to have intention and purpose without strianing.MeditationLoveMeditationLoveMeditationThere is no end to consciousness and it is patiently waitng-The source of life is utterly real &nbs...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Dec 2006 22:11:00 GMT |
Verbal Herbal Cotton |
Sing song scandals in sloppy sideways worn down jesus sandals
Racquetball calling the wall to wall sounding ping pong doggone drawn cartoon cherub curbside service mechanic technician rendition of pla...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Jul 2006 08:43:00 GMT |
Red or White |
I woke up this morning and made an umbrella out of yesterday's paper that promised sunny weather. I don't mind the rain sometimes, at least it makes the shadows disappear, and jumping over the puddle...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Mar 2006 16:30:00 GMT |
Along Came A Blind Cane |
Some weeks ago old man Richard got his cane stuck in the sewer grate. Try as he might the cane was wedged in there good, soild like some powerful force held it tight and every time poor old man Richar...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Feb 2006 11:05:00 GMT |
You Carry Yourself Inside |
And there it is again. A light switch, no, leave it dark and find the way in your living room. Blackened shadows, no longer love seat, bookshelf, cheap speakers. Braided pig tails,...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jan 2006 20:25:00 GMT |
Children's Cassette Tape From Goodwill |
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I recently picked up a children's lullaby cassette tape from Goodwill that had a Mozart song on it that I love (Canon in D). I put in the tape this morning while I brewed some c...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Dec 2005 19:21:00 GMT |
There's A Lighter Falling |
You see, I mean, more that when I bent down to pick up the lighter that fell out of my pack of Reds I realized that I was being held down and one wrist had been hand cuffed.
The baby blue shirt of...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Dec 2005 06:39:00 GMT |
No Shot |
"Money..." the table slopes with old magazines and a pot of molding coffee adorns the top, proud with the thick film.
...phone's ringing," under the table, the dog shivers stretching, ci...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Dec 2005 05:19:00 GMT |
Tender Waves |
It hangs. Just off the balcony, the baby sleeps on the deck where the sand blows in the cracks. I juggle my Adams apple like tarpaper stuck to a brown paper bag and cellophane heated and mashed close...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Dec 2005 04:18:00 GMT |
Cough |
Jesus took three chicken and placed them on the altar in the temple. He had just fucked up the money changers and stolen a knife from one of the whore's who tried to do him in.
Jesus opened his ...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Nov 2005 00:40:00 GMT |
