OCTOBER 20
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dimensions,
duality,
the amazon,
shamans,
nepal,
marijuana,
hallucinogenic drugs,
natural disasters,
transcending consciousness,
2012, peace, calm, joy, LOVE LOVE LOVE,
psychics,
mayans,
astrology,
tattoos,
enlightenment,
buddhism,
being poor,
caring for plants and animals.
A FUTURE OF REBIRTH AND LOVE.
I am a Bodhisattva and a writer.

Looking forward to the future in this list of plenty, Jess.  Good stuff to write here.

LOL you must have been watching Taboo!

taboo? i don't have cable, well, actually now, i don't have a television lol

thanks sue, just rambling today about stuff i've been reading a lot about lately. ever read the cosmic serpent by jeremy narby?

No.  I don't know him.  Is it good? I'll see if can find it. I'm reading Vonnegut's posthumous book just now.

Sue

Then you were channeling the tv program LOL

Two nights ago it discussed:
dimensions,
duality,
the amazon,
shamans,
nepal,
marijuana,
hallucinogenic drugs,

transcending consciousness,
        peace, calm, joy, LOVE LOVE LOVE,
psychics,
mayans,
astrology,

enlightenment,
buddhism,
being poor,

A FUTURE OF REBIRTH AND LOVE.


 among other stuff. It must be in the ether. Fun!

cool cool

OCTOBER 20

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my poor beauty's attempt


last night
she said,

“sheets wrung dry,
stained still, ha-um,
but you can stay,
hold you, I'll, well,
if
you
want”
 

think i
might’ve
even heard
a slight
purr


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how i rhyme

we can go in to
the trees
and creeper folk
can’t be having these
and you should know
about

sammy,
likes redhead
lasses
and if you’re wise
you hate bastards
and when i feel right
i’m tripping on acid
and when you and i scratch
the beat bangs masses

 :P

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DIARY OF ERIN
born: 5th day/tenth month/1988
purpose: contemporary theorist
smoked: too much
saving grace: loving

so i wrote me dad and said, "dad you heard me wrong. it's not that i think highly of john's mom, i
care about you guys more than anything in the world, i just disagree
with mom's opinion of what i should be doing, and honestly, its my
choice, i'm an adult and i need your support. yes i spent money on pot,
because i depend on it to make me feel better, and now i'm getting the
help and medicine i need to stop doing that. dont you think i'm
embarrassed? but maybe mom is a hypocrite for smoking with me 24/7 when
she was in oswego, ask her about the weed john drove all the way to
buffalo to buy for her, because john loves and connected well with mom
when she visited. please read my letter again im just trying to show you
the steps im taking to be responsible, and it just happens to be that
john’s mom is helping me with it. just because i didn’t choose staying
with you, doesn’t mean i don’t love, care or respect you all.

and then, a few days, later
i got a letter,
in the mail,
it said,

"Erin,

You will never come close to what your mother has gone through in her
life. Justifying your actions by equating what you have to what your
mother has is pathetic. This not a game and it is certainly one you do
not want to play with me. John's mom can drop dead for all I care and
John can go with her. You are a victim of what you think is love and it
is sad because there is so much more in life for you than this. I guess you
just do not realize how serious this is right now. If you're an adult
then pay your bills, don't drive an illegal car, manage your money,
don't rely on other people to cover your bills and buy your trust, act
like one. And John since you are reading this FUCK YOU ASSHOLE! If you
think you can do this and nothing will come of it you are so wrong."

well, i'm climbing
up to the attic
now and
you
wouldn't
want to get up
there with me
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Love that Saving grace : loving, Jess. Very wise.  I love the characters in this.  Especially Erin.

Love Sue

OCTOBER 22

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revised poem.....

evening hours

first
the green strands of yarn
peeling off the couch,
as they like snakes slithered
towards me,
I grabbed the stereo
which was howling echoes of
the bars on the west side.

they coiled
around my feet,
and a skirt formed
cascading
around my legs, glittered
with sparks of Christmas
lights wrapped loosely on the
coffee table.

my hand
shook magazines off the
side and as they hit the ground,
the print became distorted, with
words like “coy” and “jab” being
sprung like mattress pads
off the page.

the keyhole beckoned me,
and the three feet from the door
seemed like miles of iridescent
desert,
the snakes back, let their grip
off my ankles and floated
across
my hardwood floors that were
dusted
with amber-tinted incense
and magic hat bottles.
Once I made
it to the door, the tragedy of life
sustained me, as I pondered
why
i was there.



this is the old one:


first the green strands of yarn
started peeling off the couch,
as they like snakes slithered
towards me I grabbed the stereo
which was howling echoes of
the bars on the west side.

they wrapped around my feet,
and a skirt formed cascading
around my legs, glittered
with the heat of Christmas
lights wrapped around the
coffee table.

my hand with great
tremor shook magazines off the
side and as they hit the ground,
the print became distorted, with
words like “coy” and “jab” being
sprung like mattress pads
off the page.

the keyhole beckoned me
and the three feet from the door
seemed like miles of iridescent
desert, the snakes back, let their grip
off my ankles and floated
across my hardwood floors that were
dusted with amber-tinted incense
and magic hat bottles. Once I made
it to the door, the tragedy of life
sustained me, as I pondered why
i was there.

When I was reading the second version, not knowing you were going to give the earlier version too, I was remembering the earlier version. I like the second version because of the varying line lengths, which increase the anarchic feel of the piece and open it up a little visually.

Rick

thanks rick

OCTOBER- I am your lame cigarette, who burns wrong, so you don't notice, when you ash me too quick.

DIARY OF ERIN- quick, little all about me for my respected fans, Pete, my cat with raccoon tail, and Tonks, my gray dwarf rabbit. well, let me see.............................................. ............................music, i love the dedication albums and drought 3 by wayne, and cassidy is crazy. i recently read that 71 percent of marijuana arrests are people under 30, so really it's a war on youth and i find this compelling. and all this.......i like playgrounds and colors, weirdo love fiends like myself, the cosmic serpent, the game cigars in honey and kisses, not hershey. and finally, i am a writer, but a Bodhisattva first.

Dear Jess

ah yessss.......

the keyhole beckoned me,
and the three feet from the door
seemed like miles of iridescent
desert,

true Bodhisattava talk......

nice poeming !!!!

miles of smiles
silent lotus