2017/03/30
re types of eternity, and infinity, and notes,
Re: types of eternity and infinity, notes to ,
Atheists and others won't be accept by eternity!
it's they who rejected it!
rejected her
2
Eternity took her hand held
opening the door to infinite sky
3
only cowards don't believe life continues
after breathing halts
punching life down to its smallest cause
reductive death
that's cowardice, nihilism, another ism,
bravery's believing in the great
god held the long sky
where her soul ran to sing
her holy breath
courage requires life in the face of universal infamy and death
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_____________________ Do you think you're too hard on atheists?
No not at all it's they who are too harsh on life
it's they who made their own grave
sinking in the tomb
death's a little sham
not something you and I believe nor accept
your molecules and hers theirs won't shatter
nor will her soul's memories die away
but in eternity's grace will rebuild
and the soul waiting but not waiting in eternity's
ever breathing open skies
As if someone I loved could die to this stupid world
stupid world of injustice
ugly cruel world of no sense nor the the bombed ones nor the ill ones
from the moment of breathing
nor the long shadow of war and the ugliness of tyrant and greed
wealth the dirty tawdry game of and the comparision
the false she's escaped this
moved on to something higher better greater
where no suffering is
t he sun heals forever never burns
nor cries of fog and danger
she is that light angel footstep to the sky
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2017/03/27
death you ...
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death you are not mighty
( you're a second rate thug,
used by the corner boys keeping the one down)
death you are not mighty
( you're a second rate thug,
used by the corner boys keeping the one down)
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2017/03/25
Re: do nt be proud miss dumb donne' ... be not proud ...' don(ne) is a good place
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Re do nt be proud miss dumb donne' ... be not proud ...' don(ne) is a good place
More like Mister Bunn... n 'd be a good place to leave off the road spiralling into the future
where death is not a pavement for the ordinary person
not this filthy stamping out of the so called naturalists who hurt the dead
with the view
kindling the fire
but you know like I do it's just another room a chamber a place, a home, a palace, a mansion
a range, a belvedere, a porch,
an approach
to seeing the universe
off the balcony of the cosmos
Re do nt be proud miss dumb donne' ... be not proud ...' don(ne) is a good place
More like Mister Bunn... n 'd be a good place to leave off the road spiralling into the future
where death is not a pavement for the ordinary person
not this filthy stamping out of the so called naturalists who hurt the dead
with the view
kindling the fire
but you know like I do it's just another room a chamber a place, a home, a palace, a mansion
a range, a belvedere, a porch,
an approach
to seeing the universe
off the balcony of the cosmos
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this is getting to be ...Re: Re: Re: is it a bird plane a lover?
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this is getting a bit ...
yes it is so
what herald holds her hat
if she thinks making love to someone'll help she's wrong
she's in the long arms
another woman
whose loving sighs
and that extra moment of opening world
space categorized by the tip of her finger
your mouth makes for a same lover's kiss
a kiss you never had except from another woman
whose loving arms your wondered for all night
tonight each night holding
round the wondering
of cheap rent
because three was one
was two
because it was
you and me
and
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do nt be proud miss dumb donne' ... be not proud ...' don(ne) is a good place
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Re: ' ... be not proud ...' Don(ne) is a good place to
start but not stop nor stay geographies, rooms, interior paramours, rich, and mourir,
the court the ruff roaring would be man of late
latter era of the Shakespeherian rough bear swilling bear baiting decade
nor the Spanish traveler the unfortunate Italian
and any poet worth his salt silt on the edge of map king size consigning
Mona has know time for these boot edges bastards of past time their rumbling nostalgia of empire now dragged out councils and cheap holidays in other people's misery nor do it end with the bend
and Brexit box of empire ending ending ever bending knew under the lash of Ism Ca ca pee pee ta Lism ism ism ism
ism the monster fracture that you believe so many believe believe it will save you
will save you
your miles your homes your smiles your burials your bundles your laptops
your fantasy of culture ,
none but washed and rewashd under the torrent of filth like the spoken
word nostalgia and the written word malaise of the self
reflecting boobies
that you stand and represent a failing death culture
stuck on its own nose navel
O so O sir we've no time for the dumbbell your sermons
nor for the fantasies of the dominant ideas of the day
which are always those of the ruling class
Jill won't join the weather jointers and their apocalypse of mania of paranoia of eclipsing planets
nor the whirligig of the dead
nor the athesists naysayers and the 'natural cause'
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`
Re: ' ... be not proud ...' Don(ne) is a good place to
start but not stop nor stay geographies, rooms, interior paramours, rich, and mourir,
the court the ruff roaring would be man of late
latter era of the Shakespeherian rough bear swilling bear baiting decade
nor the Spanish traveler the unfortunate Italian
and any poet worth his salt silt on the edge of map king size consigning
Mona has know time for these boot edges bastards of past time their rumbling nostalgia of empire now dragged out councils and cheap holidays in other people's misery nor do it end with the bend
and Brexit box of empire ending ending ever bending knew under the lash of Ism Ca ca pee pee ta Lism ism ism ism
ism the monster fracture that you believe so many believe believe it will save you
will save you
your miles your homes your smiles your burials your bundles your laptops
your fantasy of culture ,
none but washed and rewashd under the torrent of filth like the spoken
word nostalgia and the written word malaise of the self
reflecting boobies
that you stand and represent a failing death culture
stuck on its own nose navel
O so O sir we've no time for the dumbbell your sermons
nor for the fantasies of the dominant ideas of the day
which are always those of the ruling class
Jill won't join the weather jointers and their apocalypse of mania of paranoia of eclipsing planets
nor the whirligig of the dead
nor the athesists naysayers and the 'natural cause'
_______
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2017/03/23
Re: Re: is it a bird plane a lover?
,
ReRe re
: Re: is it a bird plane a lover?
it was a train/a bus
not a A cab
or Uber Ubu (in Poland which is nowhere)
you were running in the rain
after your visit to the place of horror
you returned learning nothing
,
your eyes full of commas,
her shoulders
,
her ,
ReRe re
: Re: is it a bird plane a lover?
it was a train/a bus
not a A cab
or Uber Ubu (in Poland which is nowhere)
you were running in the rain
after your visit to the place of horror
you returned learning nothing
,
your eyes full of commas,
her shoulders
,
her ,
2017/03/22
' ... be not proud ...'
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DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
from the Holy Sonnets
_____________________________2017/03/16
2017/03/12
Re: is it a bird plane a lover?
: is it a bird plane a lover?
it's the plane of consistency
Mona standing on her head the body without the fill-ins but the recording machines hum tum tum and ringing round the rigging and the words tugging at the
so it's the plane of consistency you were seeing
lover of body and beauty
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it's the plane of consistency
Mona standing on her head the body without the fill-ins but the recording machines hum tum tum and ringing round the rigging and the words tugging at the
so it's the plane of consistency you were seeing
lover of body and beauty
_________
2017/03/11
2017/03/10
read
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reading this blog with a phone is misleading
reading is riding
with a phone it's lessened
consulting with your phone is a good place to start
but a bad place to continue
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reading this blog with a phone is misleading
reading is riding
with a phone it's lessened
consulting with your phone is a good place to start
but a bad place to continue
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2017/03/06
2017/03/05
knot
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its knot easy to have a body
even
or a line of verse stanza
breaking the neck
of wounded womb
of here song
womb
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