Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Ame-Ri-Ca

 

give me a book
to read,
a notebook for my
diary, a pen to write
my thoughts out-
my inner swirls
are purple with the old time treasures
becoming today's raining wail.
.
I want only to gently touch
the dividers that measure the distance in between
to focus on factors that
stand out bettering me and you,
not fearing to identify
the false claims misleading you.
.
So when things become pushy
and you're encouraged to sin again,
I shall block my anguish flow
with built-in resistance.
and I pass the distubtance
of the eyelessness
or ignorance
of your low class existence.



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Thursday, July 18, 2013

Summer in the Hollow...by Talon

 

The grasses grow tall in the hollow
sun kissing the feathered tips
as it crosses east to west

on days when the sun slumbers
clouds cast dancing shadows
the teasing wind tickling the grasses
until they shake with laughter
rain blesses the meadow
the grasses dipping low
as if in supplication
cradling the droplets
as the sun returns to shimmer the valley floor
the wildflowers visit the meadow
short and sweet
but hospitable
opening their homes
to butterflies and bees
I'm going back to the hollow
where the grasses grow tall...
ktn © 2013
 
 
 
 
 
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Friday, July 5, 2013

hippy hair, curly hair Posted by fiveloaf on July 5, 2013



Say what you want but half of our sane world  listens  to  two  guys  from  the
Middle East with dividing views rant and believes in them. One is a bearded
hippy hair styled guy called Jesus and the  other,  Mohamed  while  another
quarter went berserk over a cropped  short  curly  haired  prince  from  India
named Siddhartha Gautama who didn’t say nor do anything but sat.



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