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once when love was finger tips
participating every new inch of you
how could i know silence
wound like slippery tongue holds
keeping secrets no longer
than the hard erect penis of worth while
afternoons
all golden like they always said
all forever like they all said did not exist
as long a there is breath
there with you
always
too loud for whispering
how could our bodies ever be so gentle
our tears slow wonder
our separation a distant ledgend
an unavoidable prophecy
participating every new inch of you
how could i know silence
wound like slippery tongue holds
keeping secrets no longer
than the hard erect penis of worth while
afternoons
all golden like they always said
all forever like they all said did not exist
as long a there is breath
there with you
always
too loud for whispering
how could our bodies ever be so gentle
our tears slow wonder
our separation a distant ledgend
an unavoidable prophecy
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
dead can dance yoga
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KlNi4dhKTGo
sometimes when quiet winter
bright enough with silver
opened windows
insense shadows
a way of moving
without effort
a way of breath
without effort
a way without ache
karmicly non-existant
freely offered
equaly without effort
a time of true light
a time of true nature
where now the thousand years of darkness?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=icyq5QeV5lw
sometimes when quiet winter
bright enough with silver
opened windows
insense shadows
a way of moving
without effort
a way of breath
without effort
a way without ache
karmicly non-existant
freely offered
equaly without effort
a time of true light
a time of true nature
where now the thousand years of darkness?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=icyq5QeV5lw
Monday, July 1, 2013
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pd lyons poetry: from Still Wishing To Be Ravens : Love Poem for Ri...
pd lyons poetry: from Still Wishing To Be Ravens : Love Poem for Ri...: Love Poem for R.B. Today I heard on the radio that Richard Brautigan Killed himself last fall. Then some girl who was 17 in 1...
pd lyons poetry: from Still Wishing To Be Ravens : Love Poem for Ri...
pd lyons poetry: from Still Wishing To Be Ravens : Love Poem for Ri...: Love Poem for R.B. Today I heard on the radio that Richard Brautigan Killed himself last fall. Then some girl who was 17 in 1...
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Friday, March 29, 2013
maybe its time to stop harpping about?
Maybe its time to stop harping around?
James Connolly
1899
After Ireland is free, says the patriot who wont touch socialism, we will protect all classes, and if you won’t pay your rent, you will be evicted same as now. But the evicting party… will wear green uniforms and the harp without the Crown… Now isn’t that worth fighting for? -
( Dudley Edwards, Ruth, James Connolly, Gill & Macmillian, 1981, p.31.)
Henry VIII, Second harp issue as king of Ireland, 1541-1542.
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Maybe its time to stop harping around?
Just because we take away the term “King” doesn’t mean we’ve solved the problem of oppression.
Not ancient history, just history repeating itself:
Luke Byrne – 07 March 2013
A terminally ill woman, who was subjected to a failed eviction attempt, will leave her home if emergency accommodation can be secured……
http://www.independent.ie/irish-news/ugly-scenes-as-eviction-of-dying-woman-abandoned-in-clontarf-29114649.html
Just saying!
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