In a house of writers there are some levels as basic as a dirt floor; simple, comfortable, and easy to understand;.
In a house of writers with many levels, the floors can reach the sky, higher than a tower in Dubai. Again, comfortable but far more complex and very hard to understand.
Take poetry for instance: A poem written by a writer in a hut with a dirt floor and a bucket of water. In the center of the hut, a cooking fire. Such a writer could write'
Air twisting too
taking pride
as the lions rest
sated
What does the poem deal with? Simple. Comfortable. Easy to understand.
Take the same concept of the 'jungle' and written by a writer that has 206 floors to choose from...
Sarcophagas temptations left by common blow
deadened as the sleepless mood
feeds life
Two poems that are exactly the same in meaning. Which one does the reader understand and feel comfortable with?
A lot of writers write from a single dirt floor for readers living in a hut with a single dirt floor.
Few writers can, or if they can, do write for those living in buildings with 5000 floors while living in the penthouse.
Is the writing from a single dirt floor better than a writer with layer? Absolutely not. Everything, every piece of writing, especially poetry... has it's place in this world as all buildings, all writers, all readers share one common entity... a foundation. Without a foundation, there is nothing. The foundation, the true metaphor of life.
As such. Inspirational.
And now, a poem very few could ever dream... of understanding.
"
Nails squared as round bales scatter
Shoes with color and lace
Perspired with thoughts and fancy
wondering,
why?
Stubborn truth to contain the walls of security and shelter
Dragons, do they fly for flight, food, or a past need of life?
Hunting down the ravines while in the night sky even the stars decide
knowing
showing
a well lit path
Ancestors thought and died, though indeed, they tried
Books
Learned
Frustrations
Pain
Joy
a chance with their lives
Comes the maidens smiles
Gentlemen lost in ravage
with knotted ribbons sheltering calm and lust
Now, given thoughts, inside while soaring
scouring throughout a world lost
breaking the speaking stones
reversing the waters
drying the eyes of hurricanes
settling faults
...
always it comes
this balance
the fall is wonderful
not so,
the end
crossing lives, crossing lines.
Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
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Lifting the lid, the edge of the clouds
Bubbling tunes
as the hot showers soothes
Lifting the lid, again, and smiling
which is the top?
which is the bottom?
Lifting the lid, makes it all worth it
salt of the earth
salt of the ocean
salt of the tears
salt of the moment
Lifting the lid, the edge of the clouds
Lost today in memories
doing 2017 taxes
and then...
losing myself in the clouds.
Bubbling tunes
as the hot showers soothes
Lifting the lid, again, and smiling
which is the top?
which is the bottom?
Lifting the lid, makes it all worth it
salt of the earth
salt of the ocean
salt of the tears
salt of the moment
Lifting the lid, the edge of the clouds
Lost today in memories
doing 2017 taxes
and then...
losing myself in the clouds.
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sitting here listening to written words...
sounds nice
pleasant even
and even nice
...............................................................................looking over here now, and listening. it too, sounds nice
back again
.................................................................................and forth,
back again.
***
what do the written words say?
they sound nice
pleasant even
and even nice
a balance indeed in a cruel, hostile,world.
they sound
sounds nice
pleasant even
and even nice
...............................................................................looking over here now, and listening. it too, sounds nice
back again
.................................................................................and forth,
back again.
***
what do the written words say?
they sound nice
pleasant even
and even nice
a balance indeed in a cruel, hostile,world.
they sound
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I admire the judge being accused of sexual activity over 30 years ago by a woman who is writing her own story while trying to destroy the judges story.
I love to watch people vie for power. Left versus right, right versus left when true power is when both raise the body to stand.
why does it all deal with fucking? both left and right love to fuck. look at the billions of fuckers fucking all over this fucking world. A woman cries, 'foul'. A man cries, 'foul'. And really it is all about power ie... fuck, fuck, fuck. There indeed is more than power and fucking... there is a never ending story of life. Every person alive, writing their personal story of life. And thus, inspirational.
***
"I felt he was going to rape me..."
"I never touched that girl in my life..."
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I.
me, me, me, me, me, me,.
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I.
How about you?
Do you agree?
You don't! You're racist. You're bigoted. You're bad.
no?
No, it's you! You are the one racist. You are the one bigoted. You are not only bad, you're wrong.
"Woof..."
What's the boy? Do you want out? Do you want a cookie? Good boy. Good dog.
How strange the world of women and men. Left and right opposing, both claiming their rights. One says they are wronged, the other, the same.
Writers writing their stories as they see them, providing the right for readers left to decide.
I love to watch people vie for power. Left versus right, right versus left when true power is when both raise the body to stand.
why does it all deal with fucking? both left and right love to fuck. look at the billions of fuckers fucking all over this fucking world. A woman cries, 'foul'. A man cries, 'foul'. And really it is all about power ie... fuck, fuck, fuck. There indeed is more than power and fucking... there is a never ending story of life. Every person alive, writing their personal story of life. And thus, inspirational.
***
"I felt he was going to rape me..."
"I never touched that girl in my life..."
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I.
me, me, me, me, me, me,.
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I.
How about you?
Do you agree?
You don't! You're racist. You're bigoted. You're bad.
no?
No, it's you! You are the one racist. You are the one bigoted. You are not only bad, you're wrong.
"Woof..."
What's the boy? Do you want out? Do you want a cookie? Good boy. Good dog.
How strange the world of women and men. Left and right opposing, both claiming their rights. One says they are wronged, the other, the same.
Writers writing their stories as they see them, providing the right for readers left to decide.
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Everyone around me today was stung. Matt, Wolf, Sue. Seems like Matt has now become allergic to the stings of those winged insects called, bee's, yellow jackets, wasps. Epi pen was mentioned. Matt stated that he was stung fifteen times by bald faced hornets making a home in his bbq. I however, smell to bad to be stung... soap is highly over rated and attracts the sting...
This is the time of year the insects complete their cycle. They find refuge in places to survive the winter. Thus, most are grumpy. Now, the stink bug, one of my favorites, are just down right fun. Plus, they tell good jokes.
Anyway, now is the season of 'hurry' for the little guys and gals. And the season currently, is pleasing and inspirational.
***
"Say, did you hear about the coyote that was chased by a deer?" A brightly colored stink bug asked.
No, why did the coyote flee from the deer? A somewhat interested man said.
"Because the coyote HAD fleas!"
Ha! Good one there bug. Got any more?
"Oh my, yes indeed."
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This is the time of year the insects complete their cycle. They find refuge in places to survive the winter. Thus, most are grumpy. Now, the stink bug, one of my favorites, are just down right fun. Plus, they tell good jokes.
Anyway, now is the season of 'hurry' for the little guys and gals. And the season currently, is pleasing and inspirational.
***
"Say, did you hear about the coyote that was chased by a deer?" A brightly colored stink bug asked.
No, why did the coyote flee from the deer? A somewhat interested man said.
"Because the coyote HAD fleas!"
Ha! Good one there bug. Got any more?
"Oh my, yes indeed."
(((
)))
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Secret
Confidential
Classified
Top-Secret
For Your Eyes Only
';;;'
Inner thought of cavernous sight
Full, an earful
sounding loud
so loud
and clear
Entwined the bodies meld
fingers sliding warm curve
toes extended
knee's bent
so loud
and clear
Lets be clear...
a vehicle driven by one of care
glazed surface of frozen
white around as the wheels turn
a choice instantly demands
turn left
turn right
scream
shout
increase adrenaline
what is her choice?
If she turns into perceived safety, breathing a sigh of relief
does she remember these words and what then is set into motion
brings harm?
If she goes against logic and takes the collision
shaken
a bit hurt
with now a future of smiles?
This is all that can be spoken
For what are secrets lurking inside if not freely given
more like mud under a blistering sun getting burned
Confidential
Classified
Top-Secret
For Your Eyes Only
';;;'
Inner thought of cavernous sight
Full, an earful
sounding loud
so loud
and clear
Entwined the bodies meld
fingers sliding warm curve
toes extended
knee's bent
so loud
and clear
Lets be clear...
a vehicle driven by one of care
glazed surface of frozen
white around as the wheels turn
a choice instantly demands
turn left
turn right
scream
shout
increase adrenaline
what is her choice?
If she turns into perceived safety, breathing a sigh of relief
does she remember these words and what then is set into motion
brings harm?
If she goes against logic and takes the collision
shaken
a bit hurt
with now a future of smiles?
This is all that can be spoken
For what are secrets lurking inside if not freely given
more like mud under a blistering sun getting burned
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Soaking today led to too much inspiration... After writing a novel inside the head and four poems... Had to close the door on my brain.
#1
Laying there, beneath the blackness of the Universe; box filled with stars
Sleeping
Resting the solar systems sang
such sweet songs to me.
Long and hard, as long if not longer than the owls dance
Pulsing and growing, growing and pulsing
Hard
Hard
Hard
Hands on the clock ran up and down, up and down
and still, hard
so so hard
the sunlight stirred
about to rise while laying
hard...
Waiting the night away
Hard
Hard
Pulsing vibrations
Reverberations
Hard
Until that moment, when she comes.
#1
Laying there, beneath the blackness of the Universe; box filled with stars
Sleeping
Resting the solar systems sang
such sweet songs to me.
Long and hard, as long if not longer than the owls dance
Pulsing and growing, growing and pulsing
Hard
Hard
Hard
Hands on the clock ran up and down, up and down
and still, hard
so so hard
the sunlight stirred
about to rise while laying
hard...
Waiting the night away
Hard
Hard
Pulsing vibrations
Reverberations
Hard
Until that moment, when she comes.
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#2
Vast valleys in visions past any point
any pin-prick where
light penetrates via
stars
To the General of angels, trusted Legions of Hand
To the dried dung particle on a shit of a shit eating bug
A wisp of dust so small and insignificant
A puff of wind
All around full circle
with all and nothing
to stand
To this, God, to say, thanks
being a part of
your plan.
Vast valleys in visions past any point
any pin-prick where
light penetrates via
stars
To the General of angels, trusted Legions of Hand
To the dried dung particle on a shit of a shit eating bug
A wisp of dust so small and insignificant
A puff of wind
All around full circle
with all and nothing
to stand
To this, God, to say, thanks
being a part of
your plan.
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#3
Orb of whiteness this egg, this shell
Hard
Safe
Secure and contained
and then...
a crack as given by motion
one chip after another as the cracks grew long
falling
falling
away
from inside comes the innocent of yoke now released
covered now with a world
final destiny...
or is it?
first the protection of the now scattered flake
second, the release
leaving what else?
what else, could there be?
seeing nothing but a broken egg
until looking deeper
seeing such small
seed...
Orb of whiteness this egg, this shell
Hard
Safe
Secure and contained
and then...
a crack as given by motion
one chip after another as the cracks grew long
falling
falling
away
from inside comes the innocent of yoke now released
covered now with a world
final destiny...
or is it?
first the protection of the now scattered flake
second, the release
leaving what else?
what else, could there be?
seeing nothing but a broken egg
until looking deeper
seeing such small
seed...
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#4
Dreaming this night, a night like most, with blackness covered with a white cloak
Dreaming of small birds as they flitter and fly, taking pause and pleasure sitting on a branch
Visiting and playing while the leaves and owls danced. The stream flowing by with memories and time. The rocks speaking. Grass shooting to the sky.
Voices of all so crystal clear, and then the coming light
As morning enters with Light, it was better to dream then to see the glitter of gold piled all around, now in front of open...
Eyes.
Dreaming this night, a night like most, with blackness covered with a white cloak
Dreaming of small birds as they flitter and fly, taking pause and pleasure sitting on a branch
Visiting and playing while the leaves and owls danced. The stream flowing by with memories and time. The rocks speaking. Grass shooting to the sky.
Voices of all so crystal clear, and then the coming light
As morning enters with Light, it was better to dream then to see the glitter of gold piled all around, now in front of open...
Eyes.
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shifting gears. so many identities. maybe the woman living in the swamp has ...
*
Louisiana swamp bugs, little claws clattering in the bin of soon
She, with her long black hair, red eyes,clutching fingers
He, wanting rest
above, the used moon.
Flat bottomed John boat, pride of a broke mans harvest
Swamp bugs loaded, one after another
another and another
with capacity used
Oh, she knew the dance, she knew it well
casting bones upon the venue, curdling spittle dripping like acid
stones retreat as the snake slither the night air
she laughed, naked shape-shifter
he swooned
Falling from his boat into a swamp deep
Down he went, past dancing visions
Fish scattering
Mud bog beckoning
and still there was no bottom
Reaching down from her hellish heaven
a place of bonfire and skulls, grabbing death from the water with ease
He sputtered, coughing the brackish water from lungs now able to again
breathe
There she was, dancing around the fire naked and changing from human beauty
to a beautiful beast
a back again to back again
and he was pleased
Tearing off his clothes, he too danced, changing into a bear, a bird, a man, a beast
When the morning came all that remained was a John boat filled with swamp bugs waiting to be eaten
and a memory of moaning passions that seemed to tease all who passed this way
a place where everything
changed.
*
Louisiana swamp bugs, little claws clattering in the bin of soon
She, with her long black hair, red eyes,clutching fingers
He, wanting rest
above, the used moon.
Flat bottomed John boat, pride of a broke mans harvest
Swamp bugs loaded, one after another
another and another
with capacity used
Oh, she knew the dance, she knew it well
casting bones upon the venue, curdling spittle dripping like acid
stones retreat as the snake slither the night air
she laughed, naked shape-shifter
he swooned
Falling from his boat into a swamp deep
Down he went, past dancing visions
Fish scattering
Mud bog beckoning
and still there was no bottom
Reaching down from her hellish heaven
a place of bonfire and skulls, grabbing death from the water with ease
He sputtered, coughing the brackish water from lungs now able to again
breathe
There she was, dancing around the fire naked and changing from human beauty
to a beautiful beast
a back again to back again
and he was pleased
Tearing off his clothes, he too danced, changing into a bear, a bird, a man, a beast
When the morning came all that remained was a John boat filled with swamp bugs waiting to be eaten
and a memory of moaning passions that seemed to tease all who passed this way
a place where everything
changed.
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pulling bark, strip by strip
outside dry inside wet
with a knotted twist
to hold the flow, the bud, the leaf
attached to and with
as boards clatter
in the night the shadows scatter
better no rock thrown or upturned
as below wiggles the worm
limp as noodles, the ones that can heave the earth
only
pulling bark, strip by strip
leaving a story of the bare stem.
outside dry inside wet
with a knotted twist
to hold the flow, the bud, the leaf
attached to and with
as boards clatter
in the night the shadows scatter
better no rock thrown or upturned
as below wiggles the worm
limp as noodles, the ones that can heave the earth
only
pulling bark, strip by strip
leaving a story of the bare stem.
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"Ha Ha Ha! Serves ya right dick head. I warned ya!"
Yes you did parasite. But, that's the way it goes.
*
Blowout
Sun grows while taking all in corruption
Rotten rubber once strong
subdued by the glow...
All around, decay and death
Sunflowers putting on the last hurrah
Crickets chirping their feeble best
while grouse get shot
and chukkars, quail, deer, elk...
Yes, truly a world of death.
and as the saying exists,
"That's the way it goes.."
Yes you did parasite. But, that's the way it goes.
*
Blowout
Sun grows while taking all in corruption
Rotten rubber once strong
subdued by the glow...
All around, decay and death
Sunflowers putting on the last hurrah
Crickets chirping their feeble best
while grouse get shot
and chukkars, quail, deer, elk...
Yes, truly a world of death.
and as the saying exists,
"That's the way it goes.."
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Is it better to get the 'middle finger' from someone or to have that same someone just stare at you with anger after you wave at them?
I like getting the middle finger as that is the truth whereas the glare is just another being a coward.
Many writers get rejected with nice words while some writers get a true feeling of sentiment by one saying, "Your writing sucks, I hate it!" The last response is the better of the two.
Politicians are great at telling people how they are the opposite of what they think... all by using flowery words. Gotta love them words as they be soooo damned inspirational.
*
A way forward is to steer the view from back
Back seat driver at least looks to the future
while
a driver looking in the rear view mirror sees the back
Back and forth
Back and forth
bringing forth the passing of time
where so many
without time wish they had that time back
Leading to a point now
where there is no front, no back
only the moment where there is the sweet smell of a flower, a pleasant breeze in the air with a wonderful view before
and a wonderful sun beating back.
I like getting the middle finger as that is the truth whereas the glare is just another being a coward.
Many writers get rejected with nice words while some writers get a true feeling of sentiment by one saying, "Your writing sucks, I hate it!" The last response is the better of the two.
Politicians are great at telling people how they are the opposite of what they think... all by using flowery words. Gotta love them words as they be soooo damned inspirational.
*
A way forward is to steer the view from back
Back seat driver at least looks to the future
while
a driver looking in the rear view mirror sees the back
Back and forth
Back and forth
bringing forth the passing of time
where so many
without time wish they had that time back
Leading to a point now
where there is no front, no back
only the moment where there is the sweet smell of a flower, a pleasant breeze in the air with a wonderful view before
and a wonderful sun beating back.
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total numbers
totaled with equal
added to with combined
if one were only one then why then
a billion?
just one picture
one
just one
a billion, trillion, zillion
but so many just see one
All around the numbers run
from here to there and there to hear
so many beyond count
with still one holding a picture in hand.
totaled with equal
added to with combined
if one were only one then why then
a billion?
just one picture
one
just one
a billion, trillion, zillion
but so many just see one
All around the numbers run
from here to there and there to hear
so many beyond count
with still one holding a picture in hand.
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drip
'
drip
drip
drip
squeak
drip
drip
drip
drip
thud
Uh, parasite? What the hell are you doing?
"Nothing..."
drip
drip
drip
drip
squeak
drip
drip
drip
"shit!"
Ah ha! I knew you were up to something parasite! Hey, why are you wearing a thong? And what are you doing to that dolphin...?
"Uh... nothing?"
'
drip
drip
drip
squeak
drip
drip
drip
drip
thud
Uh, parasite? What the hell are you doing?
"Nothing..."
drip
drip
drip
drip
squeak
drip
drip
drip
"shit!"
Ah ha! I knew you were up to something parasite! Hey, why are you wearing a thong? And what are you doing to that dolphin...?
"Uh... nothing?"
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Feasted now, full of memories
Sated only to know
more
more
ever more and bringing longing
this feeling of War
Civil unrest where bodies stench most foul
unwashed by blood
cleansed by society
this feeling of War
Four horses riding hard
Snot of nostril flame
Jaws grinding, hooves to tear
this feeling of War
Babies cry in indignation
Anger'
tears a means to bring attention to meaningless pain
all in training
this feeling of War
Leonard Cohen sang
"You want it darker, we killed the flame..."
this feeling of War
Let loose the hounds of hell
Let the rooster crow and the sun burns in flame
Let a world turn black now to cover all with silence
this feeling of War.
Sated only to know
more
more
ever more and bringing longing
this feeling of War
Civil unrest where bodies stench most foul
unwashed by blood
cleansed by society
this feeling of War
Four horses riding hard
Snot of nostril flame
Jaws grinding, hooves to tear
this feeling of War
Babies cry in indignation
Anger'
tears a means to bring attention to meaningless pain
all in training
this feeling of War
Leonard Cohen sang
"You want it darker, we killed the flame..."
this feeling of War
Let loose the hounds of hell
Let the rooster crow and the sun burns in flame
Let a world turn black now to cover all with silence
this feeling of War.
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Three China Men
Today was another one of those great inspirational days. Did excavator work in what most Americans would call, wilderness. Had to cross a very beautiful river with my machine along a small highway that eventually ends up in Elk City.
The water ran fast and deep, up over my waist but nothing for a heavy machine.
While building a road for an owner I asked about a mound very high and obvious on his property. The mound had large tree's growing out of it and was very near the river.
His answer was, "That mound is where three Chinese workers that took part in the gold rush a long time ago, are buried..."
Way cool and it fit the atmosphere. The sun was bright and clear. The river low and clear. And literally millions of lady bugs clustered together getting ready for winter. You could feel the spirit in the air...
Now, the reason the mound was tall and proud was that the miners mined all around the graves looking for the ample gold, and in respect, left the ground the men were buried in, alone.
I say the mound is large and tall, and for perspective, it is. Around twenty feet high and 40-50 feet in circumference.
Very nice day and very inspirational for writing.
***
Nugget of Respect
A world giving treasure for those who labor
Toiling and tearing the earth, looking for yellow gold
Men and women, pursue
and work
and dare
to live
and die
for within is the lure.
With brawn and iron
revealing through layers
the dust
the nugget
with so much in price paid.
Citizens from all around the world
bonded by the glimmer
the shine
the gold
From Italy, Germany, Poland, China
In this hunt, this endeavor
some were murdered
some were part of accidents
some were never found.
Three died and were buried
Three born in China and now, far from home pursuing the dream
of gold.
Did they find what they sought?
No, but with some dignity
they were buried
poor
tired
dead...
but for the gold?
Resting below those now resting for eternity
Only a few feet below the bones
There also rested the worlds largest gold nugget
1200 ounces...
a fitting resting place for them and those.
Today was another one of those great inspirational days. Did excavator work in what most Americans would call, wilderness. Had to cross a very beautiful river with my machine along a small highway that eventually ends up in Elk City.
The water ran fast and deep, up over my waist but nothing for a heavy machine.
While building a road for an owner I asked about a mound very high and obvious on his property. The mound had large tree's growing out of it and was very near the river.
His answer was, "That mound is where three Chinese workers that took part in the gold rush a long time ago, are buried..."
Way cool and it fit the atmosphere. The sun was bright and clear. The river low and clear. And literally millions of lady bugs clustered together getting ready for winter. You could feel the spirit in the air...
Now, the reason the mound was tall and proud was that the miners mined all around the graves looking for the ample gold, and in respect, left the ground the men were buried in, alone.
I say the mound is large and tall, and for perspective, it is. Around twenty feet high and 40-50 feet in circumference.
Very nice day and very inspirational for writing.
***
Nugget of Respect
A world giving treasure for those who labor
Toiling and tearing the earth, looking for yellow gold
Men and women, pursue
and work
and dare
to live
and die
for within is the lure.
With brawn and iron
revealing through layers
the dust
the nugget
with so much in price paid.
Citizens from all around the world
bonded by the glimmer
the shine
the gold
From Italy, Germany, Poland, China
In this hunt, this endeavor
some were murdered
some were part of accidents
some were never found.
Three died and were buried
Three born in China and now, far from home pursuing the dream
of gold.
Did they find what they sought?
No, but with some dignity
they were buried
poor
tired
dead...
but for the gold?
Resting below those now resting for eternity
Only a few feet below the bones
There also rested the worlds largest gold nugget
1200 ounces...
a fitting resting place for them and those.
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Sky washing the earth today
Drops of drip with a soft breeze
Dried grass laughing at flame
A river thirsty
All in all
a good day
Drops of drip with a soft breeze
Dried grass laughing at flame
A river thirsty
All in all
a good day
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I'm looking but cannot see you Lord...
Yes, you do see me
Where are you? I cannot see you...
Yes. You can.
How is that possible?
i see you see me, through you...
Yes, you do see me
Where are you? I cannot see you...
Yes. You can.
How is that possible?
i see you see me, through you...
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blinked away a day
squinted through a week
stared at years passing at light speed
finally slept a second or two
(you should see what happens when I sneeze!)
squinted through a week
stared at years passing at light speed
finally slept a second or two
(you should see what happens when I sneeze!)
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Moist. A word used in various ways. Some innocent, some with a bit more hormonal influence.
Matt told me today that she gets very wet, very moist... (and the further embellishments of sexual conquests)
Some people say, "The mattress is moist." An accurate statement if a mattress gets water on it.
Overall though, I don't hear the word, moist, very much anymore. I certainly never hear woman use the word. Yes, the phrase, skin moisturizer, is used a lot in the cosmetic world, but not so, moist.
Maybe the sexual aspect of moist has hijacked the word... In fact...
"Hey Robin, looking a dolphins get me all hot and moist. In fact..."
Shut up parasite. You get moist looking at a cactus so you probably have a glandular problem.
"But. But. But. I AM MOIST!"
Go take a cold shower.
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Her skin was warm; silky to touch and smooth
With a moan her voice was moist and sensuous
Just like mine.
(or)
Dry chapped lips; gift of the burning sun
Weaving through a desert burning
begging with a moist mind.
(or)
Mold and moss
clinging vines of green
after a morning of news yet before the sun shines
a moist petal of memory
in hand.
***
Moist is a nice word. It should be used more often.
Matt told me today that she gets very wet, very moist... (and the further embellishments of sexual conquests)
Some people say, "The mattress is moist." An accurate statement if a mattress gets water on it.
Overall though, I don't hear the word, moist, very much anymore. I certainly never hear woman use the word. Yes, the phrase, skin moisturizer, is used a lot in the cosmetic world, but not so, moist.
Maybe the sexual aspect of moist has hijacked the word... In fact...
"Hey Robin, looking a dolphins get me all hot and moist. In fact..."
Shut up parasite. You get moist looking at a cactus so you probably have a glandular problem.
"But. But. But. I AM MOIST!"
Go take a cold shower.
***
Her skin was warm; silky to touch and smooth
With a moan her voice was moist and sensuous
Just like mine.
(or)
Dry chapped lips; gift of the burning sun
Weaving through a desert burning
begging with a moist mind.
(or)
Mold and moss
clinging vines of green
after a morning of news yet before the sun shines
a moist petal of memory
in hand.
***
Moist is a nice word. It should be used more often.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Inspiration comes from so many places indeed.
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Rooted thoughts
oh they take hold
entwined bodies
reaching for release
fertile soil, the imagination of man
watered
growth
warmth
until
uprooted
taking on a world
to stand
such a combination
freeing from the bond of soil
up and beyond the stars
to flower and bring smiles
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Rooted thoughts
oh they take hold
entwined bodies
reaching for release
fertile soil, the imagination of man
watered
growth
warmth
until
uprooted
taking on a world
to stand
such a combination
freeing from the bond of soil
up and beyond the stars
to flower and bring smiles
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Oy vay!
whatasay!
Today!
oy oy vay
Tomorrow!
damn, my head hurts...
but
that's
Okay!
whatasay!
Today!
oy oy vay
Tomorrow!
damn, my head hurts...
but
that's
Okay!
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Refuge
A few days ago, a ladybug with no spots lay below me
Watching the work with interest
Curiosity
Curious too, to pick and let it walk on my hand
filling the soul
and with outstretched hand, released.
Taking wing and flight
the lady flew about ten feet
leaving me happy
Soon though, on tippy toe the lady bug used little feet
and before much time
was back
below me
The lady smiled
I was happy
You see, in my world, it is best to cherish the little things
as there is simplicity
wonder
and joy
for what is all around
eternity.
A few days ago, a ladybug with no spots lay below me
Watching the work with interest
Curiosity
Curious too, to pick and let it walk on my hand
filling the soul
and with outstretched hand, released.
Taking wing and flight
the lady flew about ten feet
leaving me happy
Soon though, on tippy toe the lady bug used little feet
and before much time
was back
below me
The lady smiled
I was happy
You see, in my world, it is best to cherish the little things
as there is simplicity
wonder
and joy
for what is all around
eternity.
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
shit day but shit days are inspirational. two things jumped out today for inspiration. One was the news about some whack jobs killing elk and deer around here, cutting off their heads, and leaving the rest to rot. Fish and Game is trying to catch them but crooks are a crafty lot. Good news though, it won't be the law getting them... and it will not be pretty.
The next bit of inspiration is the news today about a man dying from eating squirrel brains...
"Yum! Sign me up!"
Uh, parasite, you did hear the part about dying?
"Fuck that, I'll live forever!"
Of that parasite, I have no doubt.
***
Brains of Much Mush
Yes, to walk erect
Such proud Homo Sapiens
Hunters and gathers
Intelligent
Not really bad you know
until they wake up.
The next bit of inspiration is the news today about a man dying from eating squirrel brains...
"Yum! Sign me up!"
Uh, parasite, you did hear the part about dying?
"Fuck that, I'll live forever!"
Of that parasite, I have no doubt.
***
Brains of Much Mush
Yes, to walk erect
Such proud Homo Sapiens
Hunters and gathers
Intelligent
Not really bad you know
until they wake up.
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Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
I got to watch a coworker eat a squirrel brain once--he saved that part for last--and it didn't hurt him a bit. Some of the other people in the break room made hasty exits, though, and of course he got a good laugh out of that.
He occasionally remarked that he didn't know why his wife stuck around.
He occasionally remarked that he didn't know why his wife stuck around.
I was raised by humans. What's your excuse?
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Got me beat on that one Lester. Never had the opportunity to watch the ingestion of squirrel brains... what, they must be the size of a pea? (peoples brains eating them OR the squirrel brains) Though, got a chance to eat monkey brains in the Philippines... took a pass on that, and also the balut (chicken embryo still in the egg and buried in soil for a while to, uh, mm, ferment?) Firmly convinced someone in the Philippines said one day in Olangapo city, "Hey, lets take chicken eggs about ready to hatch, bury them in the ground for a few weeks and then see if the US military folks will eat them. When they drink they'll probably eat anything..." Knew a bunch of fellow marines that did indeed drink a bit and then dined on such, uh, wonderful 'cultural' food.
Good inspiration. Food of course is one of the best things going for people. Just think of all the great things to eat. Chocolate, bread, cake, jalepeno poppers, pizza, hot dogs, yogurt, spam, steak, chicken, and even the occasional eraser on the end of a #2 pencil.
***\\/
Food
Fun fulfilling the appetite
Rumbling gurgle of a tummy in demand
Mind drooling and setting the tongue in lip licking mode
as the choices grow in menu of longing
so too the growling in a stomach
ready for consume.
From fruity fruits to spice
frozen to molten
simple to complex
the great thing about eating
is the taste, the preparation
and with consumption
comes sated memories
soon replaced
with demand.
Good inspiration. Food of course is one of the best things going for people. Just think of all the great things to eat. Chocolate, bread, cake, jalepeno poppers, pizza, hot dogs, yogurt, spam, steak, chicken, and even the occasional eraser on the end of a #2 pencil.
***\\/
Food
Fun fulfilling the appetite
Rumbling gurgle of a tummy in demand
Mind drooling and setting the tongue in lip licking mode
as the choices grow in menu of longing
so too the growling in a stomach
ready for consume.
From fruity fruits to spice
frozen to molten
simple to complex
the great thing about eating
is the taste, the preparation
and with consumption
comes sated memories
soon replaced
with demand.
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Lester Curtis
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Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
I think a lot of that 'cultural' cuisine may be a holdover from the days before we humans had invented reliable means of long-term food storage, like canning and refrigeration. So we were often scavengers; we ate, and still do, things that were decayed and rotten, and called it delicious, because compared to eating rocks and mud, it might have been. And we might have gotten the idea of burying things from watching large predators; they'd take down an animal that was too big to eat all at once and bury the rest for later. Hey, it works for them, why not? Keeps the flies off, at least.
The French have built a cultural snobbishness around rotten food, especially meats and cheeses. I have my own idea about how this came about. Amid all the colorful clothing and golden gewjaws in the palace, the royal chefs were running out of fresh food to serve the king, so one day they just gave up and threw some rotten carcass on a platter and smeared it with as much pungent spice as they could find.
Of course, the king gagged and yelled, "What the fuck is this shit? I'll have your heads!" but the chefs put on a show of offended pride. "Your Highness! This is the pinnacle of our art! We would never think to serve such exquisite fare to anyone but Your Self! We would never bring this before the lowly peasants!" (Which was true; the peasants would have thrown it in their faces and said, "YOU eat it!")
So the king was tricked into eating it, and the chefs left the dining hall and all breathed a sigh of relief, because they hadn't been hauled off to the chopping block, and because the air was a lot fresher elsewhere.
Snails, too. The closest I've ever been to barfing all over a dining room table was when I saw a guy eating snails.
I think all of this has something to do with the amount of wine the French consume. After all, if I knew I was going to have roadkill for dinner, I'd want to be falling-down drunk too.
And yeah, that squirrel brain was about the size of a baby lima bean, I'd guess. And it was fun watching how carefully the guy split the skull open before he pried it out.
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I had a good day yesterday; it was bright and cool, and I went for a bicycle ride. Just right.
This morning I got up to see a shower of tiny hailstones outside, along with the rain. No cycling today.
The French have built a cultural snobbishness around rotten food, especially meats and cheeses. I have my own idea about how this came about. Amid all the colorful clothing and golden gewjaws in the palace, the royal chefs were running out of fresh food to serve the king, so one day they just gave up and threw some rotten carcass on a platter and smeared it with as much pungent spice as they could find.
Of course, the king gagged and yelled, "What the fuck is this shit? I'll have your heads!" but the chefs put on a show of offended pride. "Your Highness! This is the pinnacle of our art! We would never think to serve such exquisite fare to anyone but Your Self! We would never bring this before the lowly peasants!" (Which was true; the peasants would have thrown it in their faces and said, "YOU eat it!")
So the king was tricked into eating it, and the chefs left the dining hall and all breathed a sigh of relief, because they hadn't been hauled off to the chopping block, and because the air was a lot fresher elsewhere.
Snails, too. The closest I've ever been to barfing all over a dining room table was when I saw a guy eating snails.
I think all of this has something to do with the amount of wine the French consume. After all, if I knew I was going to have roadkill for dinner, I'd want to be falling-down drunk too.
And yeah, that squirrel brain was about the size of a baby lima bean, I'd guess. And it was fun watching how carefully the guy split the skull open before he pried it out.
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I had a good day yesterday; it was bright and cool, and I went for a bicycle ride. Just right.
This morning I got up to see a shower of tiny hailstones outside, along with the rain. No cycling today.
I was raised by humans. What's your excuse?
Re: Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]
Excellent and most wonderful read Lester. Got a good chuckle indeed!
Many salient and illuminating points about past cultural preparations of food. Reminded me of a dish very popular to this day served in Sweden. The dish is called, surstromming. It is sold in a metal can bulging to the near point of explosion. Basically, the contents are rotten herring.
Back in the day, the fresh herring was put into wooden barrels where they could last for 'years'. Today, the barrels of storage have been replaced with bulging metal cans.
Surstromming is banned in the United States (for good reason... open a can of that and every cat and dog in the neighborhood would stampede to the source) A funny side note: A woman tried to smuggle some in a suitcase on an airplane... Pressures, altitude, bulging metal can, rotten herring... You can fill in the end as to what happened. Not good for her or the passengers.
Some people watched me when I opened my first can. They were disappointed as my reaction was, "Yum! More potatoes and beer! Damn, this stinks but GOOD."
And since we're talking about funky food... How about that duran fruit? I've heard some Asian motels/hotels have banned them from their buildings. Never had the opportunity to try but maybe one day.
As for cheese... the funkier the better. Greasy, stinky cheese is high on my list of yummy. Though super extra sharp cheddar is way up there and of course, I'm a sucker for good old plastic American processed cheese and that yellow toxic shit sold as ,'cheese in a can'.
You don't like escargot? Man, one has not lived until consuming those little buggers smothered in garlic butter! Which reminds me of the time I was stationed in Oregon in the Coast Guard. Got drunk at a party and was dared into eating a slug. Poor slug. Sliming along, minding it's own business and I put it into my mouth. YUCK! Still have the memory of what it did to the inside of my mouth. Did get a cool T-shirt showing a cartoon character of a man with a screaming slug in his hand... The wording said, 'Eat Oregon Sushi'.
"Robin, you're a sick bastard..."
Careful parasite, I just might try and eat you.
Anyway, good writing Lester. Nice weather here. You'd get a chuckle watching the people ride bicycles here in the Summer. They carry a household of gear, dress in space suits, ride in 110 degree heat, and all share a common face of pain. Give me a four wheeler any day. (and some stinky cheese, snail sandwiches...)
***
Work
Yesterday; work
Today; work
Tomorrow; work
Thank goodness for food, sleep,
and
work
work
work...
with a little bit of time for writing in between.
Many salient and illuminating points about past cultural preparations of food. Reminded me of a dish very popular to this day served in Sweden. The dish is called, surstromming. It is sold in a metal can bulging to the near point of explosion. Basically, the contents are rotten herring.
Back in the day, the fresh herring was put into wooden barrels where they could last for 'years'. Today, the barrels of storage have been replaced with bulging metal cans.
Surstromming is banned in the United States (for good reason... open a can of that and every cat and dog in the neighborhood would stampede to the source) A funny side note: A woman tried to smuggle some in a suitcase on an airplane... Pressures, altitude, bulging metal can, rotten herring... You can fill in the end as to what happened. Not good for her or the passengers.
Some people watched me when I opened my first can. They were disappointed as my reaction was, "Yum! More potatoes and beer! Damn, this stinks but GOOD."
And since we're talking about funky food... How about that duran fruit? I've heard some Asian motels/hotels have banned them from their buildings. Never had the opportunity to try but maybe one day.
As for cheese... the funkier the better. Greasy, stinky cheese is high on my list of yummy. Though super extra sharp cheddar is way up there and of course, I'm a sucker for good old plastic American processed cheese and that yellow toxic shit sold as ,'cheese in a can'.
You don't like escargot? Man, one has not lived until consuming those little buggers smothered in garlic butter! Which reminds me of the time I was stationed in Oregon in the Coast Guard. Got drunk at a party and was dared into eating a slug. Poor slug. Sliming along, minding it's own business and I put it into my mouth. YUCK! Still have the memory of what it did to the inside of my mouth. Did get a cool T-shirt showing a cartoon character of a man with a screaming slug in his hand... The wording said, 'Eat Oregon Sushi'.
"Robin, you're a sick bastard..."
Careful parasite, I just might try and eat you.
Anyway, good writing Lester. Nice weather here. You'd get a chuckle watching the people ride bicycles here in the Summer. They carry a household of gear, dress in space suits, ride in 110 degree heat, and all share a common face of pain. Give me a four wheeler any day. (and some stinky cheese, snail sandwiches...)
***
Work
Yesterday; work
Today; work
Tomorrow; work
Thank goodness for food, sleep,
and
work
work
work...
with a little bit of time for writing in between.