Monthly Archives: July 2012

Tears in the Thirsting Years

How intriguing to fathom the labors of love, Staring up from a fathomless well. As if happiness might lift the wings of a dove,Clipped and weeping in the hollows of hell.With great stealth it navigates the depths of doubt,To overtake a torrent … Continue reading

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SWEETLY AS ONE

Together we lower the moon and raise the sun, An ocean apart, but sweetly as one. This love is in the rhythm of earth’s revolution. Whether it comes to rest or forever spin without friction. No living thing that stirs … Continue reading

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How to Make a Bad Dingo Regurgitate a Baby

Step by step now.  1. Stick two fingers in dingos mouth.  2. Press down on back of dingos tongue until dingo regurgitates.  3. Catch and dry off baby.  So no more excuses moms. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle

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Quips for the Quipish (part 2)

I would rather be incised by Occam’s razor in an act of mercy, than coddled by mis-intended sincerity. I cannot suffer a man who deftly climbs the shoulders of idiots to vehemently purport his wisdom. For a wise man well … Continue reading

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Faith

Art by Ruby S. Bernardo Faith is respite for those who brave the stormy sea of expectations. It’s the answer in the wind, that fills a questioning sail… onward over the crests we go, urging us to reach our destination, … Continue reading

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montepulciano (besotted musings)

Consider the origin of being as seated firmly in the dark and pristine epicenter of the body – holding every fleeting and persistent thought, fantasy, and raw reflex. How close do you allow another to get to the core – … Continue reading

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Black Wierdness

mi bicicleta es muy                          NEGRO mi bicicleta es muy negro es muy negro mi bicicleta                                                  mibicicleta es muynegro tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle

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So Jung and So Sang Freud

Quietly sighs the dawn long and languid through the hours All to come about lies in wait Per chance, to say Something sagacious, Something great. Dreamers wide awake; So erudite and perspicuous. As if their dreaming were to dream Away the … Continue reading

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