Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Earth Sign: A Song, I Do
Earth Sign: A Song, I Do: "people, as people will at times come into dilemma, not complicated at all, it cold be in a fit of alcohol, a baby born pink, or meeting l..."
Earth Sign: Dark Rain
Earth Sign: Dark Rain: "Last night in my disturbed sleep I felt a world too heavy,with emotion, so I arose and walked around the dining room table, as was habit. Yo..."
Earth Sign: A Song, I Do
Earth Sign: A Song, I Do: "people, as people will at times come into dilemma, not complicated at all, it cold be in a fit of alcohol, a baby born pink, or meeting l..."
A Song, I Do
people, as people will at times
come into dilemma, not complicated
at all, it cold be in a fit of alcohol,
a baby born pink, or meeting love's
first time, one time, no more
do you raise a song in Spring
or amaze so.
come into dilemma, not complicated
at all, it cold be in a fit of alcohol,
a baby born pink, or meeting love's
first time, one time, no more
do you raise a song in Spring
or amaze so.
Dark Rain
Last night in my disturbed sleep I felt a world too heavy,with
emotion, so I arose and walked around the dining room table, as was habit. You books and pamphlets are all over the table, I lift one to read this:
It appears now that there is only one
age and it knows
nothing of age as the flying birds know
noyhing ot the air they are flying through
or the day that bears them up
through themselves
and I am a child before there were words..................
w.s. merwin
Poems at the right time make me better, that's just what the do, and I keep my table full, try them.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
September 1,1939
I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-Second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night. Auden
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Earth Sign: Quiet Song, drums.
Earth Sign: Quiet Song, drums.: "Google , What is about drums, Drums, keep beating, why drums, my heart beats, like it does,what's your fuel, keeps them puzzling 'bout, how ..."
Quiet Song, drums.
Google, What is about drums,
Drums, keep beating, why drums,
my heart beats, like it does,what's
your fuel, keeps them puzzling 'bout,
how you keep the beat, heart I know,
your song keeps it beating, my heart
sings, the quiet night's song, drums.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
crap pops
crap pops
Born, the fourth day of snow,
thinking on wrap constraints,
nails are raw, I guess, this clear
tank smells bad, no voice, a gagging
nipple bottle spun on bottle goods,
spit, regurgitate to remark, to
their wrinkled cheeks pulled, language
you have fallen abyssal, dark one'
your apples' smashed, finger odor in
my mouth, odious nicotine, gives me
gitters, my feet will grow, to kick chins,
large noisy one, you scream my name
endlessly. Endless foolery tarnishes
my gilt, go ride a subway, nowhere.
Who are you anyway, a poet, get real,
fella, whole apples are better, stray,
scat, cat.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Gmail - Discover more on Twitter - louisprofeta152@gmail.com
Twitter is telling me The email addresses I'm sending them are taken, there's a glitch here, YES there TAKEN, confirmed absolute, they're taken by ME, yes they are MY ADDRESSES, all mine as always they were and won't be changed, it is really simple 14 times over!
Gmail - Discover more on Twitter - louisprofeta152@gmail.com
Twitter is telling me The email addresses I'm sending them are taken, there's a glitch here, YES there TAKEN, confirmed absolute, they're taken by ME, yes they are MY ADDRESSES, all mine as always they were and won't be changed, it is really simple 14 times over!
Walk With Me, now
Mom, you missed moonglow
tonight, you who held my hand
once in yours, showed the forward
steps, guarded eyes from tears,
spun me to life's direction, proud
we walked, gardenia dressed hair,
awe of you.
Earth Sign: A Happening
Earth Sign: A Happening: "Bibliotheque, grows everyday, books, libraries fill new space, bedrooms, lavatory, kitchen range, books are stewing, fetish, nebish, referen..."
Earth Sign: A Happening
Earth Sign: A Happening: "Bibliotheque, grows everyday, books, libraries fill new space, bedrooms, lavatory, kitchen range, books are stewing, fetish, nebish, referen..."
A Happening
Bibliotheque, grows everyday,
books, libraries fill new space,
bedrooms, lavatory, kitchen range,
books are stewing, fetish, nebish,
reference held near, page turning, a
a threat is heard, now I'm sitting on
books, my chair, liking them near,
keeping me warm in foul weather!
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Gods, nabakov
Thus I gain entry to your overcast eyes, to a narrow alley of black glimmer where the nocturnal rain gurgles and rustles. Give me a smile. Why do you look at me so balefully and darkly? It's morning. All night the stars shrieked with infant voices and, on the roof, someone lacerated and caressed a violin with a sharp bow.. Dust starts swirling in your eyes, millions of golden worlds. You smiled!
Earth Sign: AOL Mail (89)
Earth Sign: AOL Mail (89): "Flurried movement defeats the cold; Tranquility defeats the heat. Clarity and tranquility make the world impartial. ..."
AOL Mail (89)
Flurried movement defeats the cold;
Tranquility defeats the heat.
Clarity and tranquility make the world impartial.
Tao Te Ching reading 7/17/2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Earth Sign: Why Blog, Eliot?
Earth Sign: Why Blog, Eliot?: "I woke, I read this. If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent If the unheard, unspoken Word is unspoken, unheard; Still is ..."
Why Blog, Eliot?
I woke, I read this.
If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent
If the unheard, unspoken
Word is unspoken, unheard;
Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard,
The word without a word, the Word within
The world and for the world;
And the light shone in darkness and
Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled
About the center of the silent Word.
O my people, what have I done unto thee.
Where shall the word be found, where will the the word
Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence
Not on the sea or on the islands, not
On the mainland, in the desert or the rain land,
For those who walk in darkness
No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise
and deny the voice
The poet's voice of message, is all.
If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent
If the unheard, unspoken
Word is unspoken, unheard;
Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard,
The word without a word, the Word within
The world and for the world;
And the light shone in darkness and
Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled
About the center of the silent Word.
O my people, what have I done unto thee.
Where shall the word be found, where will the the word
Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence
Not on the sea or on the islands, not
On the mainland, in the desert or the rain land,
For those who walk in darkness
No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise
and deny the voice
The poet's voice of message, is all.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Misconceptions
Some one said tonight that the ozone layer was going to destroy Nature. Something is wrong with that picture.Nature can correct that problem and might, but we will not be here when it does. Nature as I know it has been here 4 billion years, it has faced greater harm and is here now. The ozone layer can be burned up by the power of the sun any day or year but the surface of the earth will burn also.Nature is a gift, a harmony, it keep us, we don't keep Nature. We must correct ourselves for ourselves, or not. Don't distress about Nature, it was doing fine when our relatives were swimming and decided to walk from the sea onto a grassy shore.
Folks still do not understand what Nature is, therefore they don't respect it, and never will till everyone is gone.
Folks still do not understand what Nature is, therefore they don't respect it, and never will till everyone is gone.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
The Pitch
Some unamed web sites asked if I can pitch and a story
comes to mind, what can I do if stories come to seniors'
minds quick, mine sure do, it's like shifting a standard
transmission my mind goes from 1st to 2nd gear in
what in teen years they called a power shift, driving
was new to all guys.
In the apparel industry you pitch all day long or you die.
I was there for 25 years, I loved it, laughted all day.One
day walking in Greenwich Village, looking for trends in
fashion, the Village had the best gathering of sylish dressers
the world knows, I passed a antique store window and saw
a very old marionette with long strings and hand control
attached, I stared for 15 minutes, did not know why but I
had to have it. It was a representation of the women I
was desgning for around the country, it's why I was laughing,\
never to tell god forbid. Iwas working the strings, PITCHING
in silence, not very nice to say, we all have to make a living,
I worked hard as a apprentice learning the strings, it was the
only place I knew where a women's behavior can be controled.
This is a HUGE secret designers everywhere know and laugh
with their hands on their mouth.
The marionette in wood was on my desk for years, every buyer
asked "why is that there" Just a friend to make me smile if the
day gets difficult, I would say and the buyer laughed.
You see the best "pitch" men are on Seventh Avenue, surely.
comes to mind, what can I do if stories come to seniors'
minds quick, mine sure do, it's like shifting a standard
transmission my mind goes from 1st to 2nd gear in
what in teen years they called a power shift, driving
was new to all guys.
In the apparel industry you pitch all day long or you die.
I was there for 25 years, I loved it, laughted all day.One
day walking in Greenwich Village, looking for trends in
fashion, the Village had the best gathering of sylish dressers
the world knows, I passed a antique store window and saw
a very old marionette with long strings and hand control
attached, I stared for 15 minutes, did not know why but I
had to have it. It was a representation of the women I
was desgning for around the country, it's why I was laughing,\
never to tell god forbid. Iwas working the strings, PITCHING
in silence, not very nice to say, we all have to make a living,
I worked hard as a apprentice learning the strings, it was the
only place I knew where a women's behavior can be controled.
This is a HUGE secret designers everywhere know and laugh
with their hands on their mouth.
The marionette in wood was on my desk for years, every buyer
asked "why is that there" Just a friend to make me smile if the
day gets difficult, I would say and the buyer laughed.
You see the best "pitch" men are on Seventh Avenue, surely.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Facial Growth
My beard advances so folks see the experience,
the eyes have the glint of morning, hands made my
way in honest pursuit, my clothes proud service day,
the word spirits me, funny what I attach to and call
indifference to, girl's comedy vocal thrills me, the
line of their face, power in the walk together.
Sunlight powers me full, I studied beards of long
ago, I had to know the reason, why men act on such
crowed stage, goals unknown on shaven faces.
the eyes have the glint of morning, hands made my
way in honest pursuit, my clothes proud service day,
the word spirits me, funny what I attach to and call
indifference to, girl's comedy vocal thrills me, the
line of their face, power in the walk together.
Sunlight powers me full, I studied beards of long
ago, I had to know the reason, why men act on such
crowed stage, goals unknown on shaven faces.
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