"We can be as happy as we want as happy we can be"
"Suddenly I saw her. Bells in hair watching hair in bells, her I saw suddenly"
Dammit I'm Mad Dammit I’m mad. Evil is a deed as I live. God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt. To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss. Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help? Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell. I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”. Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp, In my halo of a mired rum tin. I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin. Is evil in a clam? In a trap? No. It is open. On it I was stuck. Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web. Be still if I fill its ebb. Ew, a spider… eh? We sleep. Oh no! Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position. Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name. Both, one… my names are in it. Murder? I’m a fool. A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash, A Goddam level I lived at. On mail let it in. I’m it. Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet! A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name. Name not one bottle minus an ode by me: “Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog” Evil is a deed as I live. Dammit I’m mad. Dementri Martain Palindrome
Reflections Life- imitates nature, always moving, traveling continuously. Falling leaves placed delicately; foliage touching the echoing waters, clarity removed - Reflections distorted through waves rippling; gracefully dancing mirrored images - reflect - images mirrored. Dancing gracefully, rippling waves through distorted reflections - removed clarity. Waters echoing the touching foliage; delicately placed leaves falling - continuously traveling, moving always, nature imitates life. Copyright © 2002 Lynne C. Fadden
Unseen Travelers Spoken Breath Creating flesh and spirit Souls stirring divine dances Leaping, joyful with life Entertaining harmony and grace Angels of myriads and myriads Sentinel watchers Merging unseen ~Travelers~ Unseen merging Watchers, Sentinel Myriads and myriads of angels Grace and harmony entertaining Life with joyful leaping Dances divine, stirring souls Spirit and flesh creating Breath spoken. Copyright © 2002 Jerry P. Quinn
"It was written by James A. Lindon and was first published in Dmitri Borgmann's Beyond Language (1967)." Entering the lonely house with my wife I saw him for the first time Peering furtively from behind a bush – Blackness that moved, A shape amid the shadows, A momentary glimpse of gleaming eyes Revealed in the ragged moon. A closer look (he seemed to turn) might have Put him to flight forever – I dared not For reasons that I failed to understand, Though I knew I should act at once. I puzzled over it, hiding alone, Watching the woman as she neared the gate. He came, and I saw him crouching Night after night. Night after night He came, and I saw him crouching, Watching the woman as she neared the gate. I puzzled over it, hiding alone – Though I knew I should act at once, For reasons that I failed to understand I dared not Put him to flight forever. A closer look (he seemed to turn) might have Revealed in the ragged moon A momentary glimpse of gleaming eyes A shape amid the shadows, Blackness that moved. Peering furtively from behind a bush, I saw him, for the first time Entering the lonely house with my wife.
The Lost Generation Jonathan Reed I am part of a lost generation and I refuse to believe that I can change the world I realize this may be a shock but “Happiness comes from within.” is a lie, and “Money will make me happy.” So in 30 years I will tell my children they are not the most important thing in my life My employer will know that I have my priorities straight because work is more important than family I tell you this Once upon a time Families stayed together but this will not be true in my era This is a quick fix society Experts tell me 30 years from now, I will be celebrating the 10th anniversary of my divorce I do not concede that I will live in a country of my own making In the future Environmental destruction will be the norm No longer can it be said that My peers and I care about this earth It will be evident that My generation is apathetic and lethargic It is foolish to presume that There is hope. And all of this will come true unless we choose to reverse it . Read the message, then read it again in reverse. Which generation do you belong in?
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