Saturday, March 31, 2012
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Thursday, March 22, 2012
with everything...
Passionate
The mornings of spring
In hills
Seas
The blossoms & dew
Filled with everything
The mornings of spring
In hills
Seas
The blossoms & dew
Filled with everything
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
time...
Time
Won't slip away
Somehow
There's so much to see
New York Eastport Pittsburgh P A
Morning
Quarter to six
One train whistle has gone by
I'm sure somewhere there is a gold sunrise
Beaded glass rose ceramic balls of yarn
&
Time
&
Time
Won't slip away
Ever
Ever
The furnace came on I'm surprised
It's
Warm
A long walk
In the daffodils
&
The green apples
It's almost six
Won't slip away
Somehow
There's so much to see
New York Eastport Pittsburgh P A
Morning
Quarter to six
One train whistle has gone by
I'm sure somewhere there is a gold sunrise
Beaded glass rose ceramic balls of yarn
&
Time
&
Time
Won't slip away
Ever
Ever
The furnace came on I'm surprised
It's
Warm
A long walk
In the daffodils
&
The green apples
It's almost six
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Friday, March 9, 2012
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Monday, March 5, 2012
Sunday, March 4, 2012
'if all the beasts were gone,"...
"If all the beast were gone,
men would die
from a great loneliness of spirit,
for whatever happens to the beasts
also happens to the man.
All things are connected,
whatever befalls the Earth
befalls the sons of the Earth."
-Chief Seattle (c.1780-1866)
men would die
from a great loneliness of spirit,
for whatever happens to the beasts
also happens to the man.
All things are connected,
whatever befalls the Earth
befalls the sons of the Earth."
-Chief Seattle (c.1780-1866)
Friday, March 2, 2012
Thursday, March 1, 2012
jack kerouac (1922-1969)
"Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America."
-Jack Kerouac, On the Road
on the other side of the lattice...
Jazz
I think
Waits for the train whistle
Here
It
Is
To Oceans Paris France & New York City
On breezes in the night
All night
Every night
Until
The moon gets me up very early
All night
Every night
,
While
Jazz
I think
Runs the pampas
&
The rivers
On the other side of the lattice
I think
Waits for the train whistle
Here
It
Is
To Oceans Paris France & New York City
On breezes in the night
All night
Every night
Until
The moon gets me up very early
All night
Every night
,
While
Jazz
I think
Runs the pampas
&
The rivers
On the other side of the lattice
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