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a different perspective 2007-09-21 17:00:00 There are things you're supposed to do. You're supposed to look at the art when you're in an art museum. You're supposed to look at the animals when you're in the zoo. You're supposed to look at the merchandise in a store. You're supposed to look where everyone else is looking.Because there can't possibly be anything else interesting going on. Could there?
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drive 2007-09-20 18:20:00 There's no shame in searching for control.When your life seems to be falling apart.The freeway underneath will support you.The trees and the lights fly by.But do it alone.There is real solace here.Behind the wheel.
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the pantheon of machines 2007-09-19 15:14:00 There was a roar from the forgotten underworld of the supernatural.Your world no longer has beliefs! it bellowedOh yes...yes we do.We have a faith in a new pantheon.It ties the entire modern world together.Everywhere you go there is worship of technology.An alter to her sits in almost every home and workplace.We carry symbols of it on our person.When they ring and call us to worship,We never hesitate in blasphemy.We eat, sleep, work, travel and communicateall with the help of our new gods.there isn't a part of our lives that isn't touched by them.And we are so much more dependent on our pantheonthan any of the peoples of the past ever were on theirs.Some influence mankind toward good, some toward wickedness.But nobody ever questions our faith.If they did, they would suffer the consequences,Estrangement at best, maybe exile or worse.Yes. We have utter blind devotion to our faith.just like the people of the past.
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uncle 2007-09-18 18:06:00 do you know I've always looked up to you?a man who is brave as steelwho see hell's inferno burning truestill smiles unafraid to feelbehind that strong exterior boldlies a heart gentle as a doveand every year as I grow oldI can't forget your soft lovefor the people see a hero, a man who braves the firebut I can only see a man who is dear to methe miles have always separated us, but I don't requirenearness for a place in my heart where you will always be
letters to Suki 2007-09-17 22:52:00 Dear Suki,Beguiled. We have forgotten the Sandman. He snapped at the candle tiles and we are gone.But what of his name? Lies. He’s not the keeper of dreams nor an apprentice to the witch doctor. He is a nightlight charlatan. The racing stripes and locust gave him away.Everything was fine when he stuck to blank capture vines and minor devilries. Then his eyes crossed a sandpaper mane. Innocence enraptured him. He broke rank and sported the sugar fangs. I wish there was a spider in the mall. But there are no tomorrows for splitfinger.The Cyclopes are always watching. So when they came for him, we didn’t spill the perfume. So they arrested him. Good riddance. He’s just a spot in the blue anyway.And I didn’t want him lurking around my fight. I’m going to be vulnerable. Which reminds me, please send Craig to join the squad. I need help.Your Friend,Maxine
caterpillar 2007-09-16 11:06:00 It's the little things which envelop us in the mysteries of life and the world around us. How glorious a gentle caterpillar
preparing to make his cocoon is. the vibrant yellows and blacks curled around him pinch your eyes. But he is only a shadow of what he will be. For the same creature to have the experience of both being earthbound to crawl through the trenches of dirt and being free to glide along the breeze is astounding. Metamorphosis. It gives any of us who struggle through the muck and mud hope that we could someday transform ourselves.
passion simmers 2007-09-15 16:15:00 there's a twinkle in the eyeof a soul who reaches into embrace you skin to skina touch sends ripples down timeand the enchanting feeling of goosebumpsfrom sweet whispersthe potion of passion simmers gentlyuntil it crests a boilit bubbles and gurglesin your bloodrushit curls the senseturns off the brainbut it is deliciousto indulge in pure feeling
the dreams of beauty 2007-09-14 12:33:00 The dreams of beauty mingle in the mind. But settle the will of the boisterous egoif you seek the inward path you'll findwhat the world says is beautiful isn't so.There's a chalice of the energy which surrounds allwhich we cannot see with fragile eyesit hums from the core of this great ballsung by creatures of the earth in languid sighs
playground 2007-09-13 15:52:00 Crawl through the tunnels. Climb the rope ladder. Hear a monkey bar challenge. Secret passwords are for the fort. Giggles roll down the slide. See-saws bounce and bump. Running in circles. Going nowhere in particularjust becauseit makes you happy.Why do we grow out of childhood wonders?We have forgotten how to be contentravaged by insecuritiesburdened by problemsWe once knew how to live in the momentwithout shameand glistening with hope and ambitionunspoiledIt's in the heart of the playground
if a child asks you to playyou should listenPerhaps you can try to learn to be free againat least for the momentAnd think about where your playground is.
midnight doors 2007-09-12 12:15:00 It is that hour. The crossing gates have risen. There are doors you don't remember seeing before. New paths have emerged. No. I wouldn't wander down the spirit's unknown path. But I see that your curiosity is propelling you. Please don't forget your breadcrumbs.
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anniversary 2007-09-11 12:41:00 Steal an image from the pastof our heritagefor the ancestors whisper in your earof impenetrable hopes and dreamsfor a land they claimedwho is still a babeamong the massesBut a youth can capture the heartwith a smile soaked in innocence and ideologywhich adults soured by wisdom both rebuke and long forit is the beauty of the titan I call my home.
letters to Suki 2007-09-10 08:19:00 Dear Suki, I expect there's no wit left in the jar. The jet spoils the bananas. I am depressed. The Crimson Whistler does not have the key. His intuitive onyx sunglasses spit at my indulgence. And I really don't like to be mocked.Should I trust him? He says that he gave the key to a hermit living in the brass doorknob tunnels. But I've no interest in lizards and philosophy. I asked him if Joe could take my place. He is a sunshine with his foot in his mouth and all his hairbrushes lined up. He would surely pass the test. But, alas. They say it is I who must forge the eggs. What will I do if the mirror is cracked? I can't bear to let Marigold down. The hermit will not give the key to anyone who can't see the shadows of the scale. And I've so much candy! The tomato must be my ego.But I'm curious, do you have any words which can help me? Do you know me well enough to rocket my intentions? The sharing of stripe cargo might be enough to block the polka-dots. Hasten your reply. I'm o
ode to the offbeat 2007-09-09 22:43:00 walk slightly askewand you will find mebe to yourself only trueand you will clearly seethere is a beat for thosewho will not bendif sleeping minds arosewe'd win in the end
aquarium 2007-09-08 09:34:00 There is another world which sings to ours. Look into the water and you will find a vast serenity. The rhthymic grace of gills reminds you to relax. Breath and let go of your troubles. The vivd colors are sweets for your tired eyes. Sleek fins, both small and large glide through life, tugging your fast paced view into submision. While the relentless circling of the predators of the deep bestows undertones of a primal fear. So that you will not forget, that although the world has dulled them, you still have instincts.
the night 2007-09-07 08:09:00 photo courtesy of David Schwartzsheer, radiant is the nightwhich pounds and pullsits fever grips youstrongly, it possesses and pushesin a frenzycalling you and you cannot resistit pours into youwith presses and pulsesuntil you feel the throbbing in your veinsand know you are alive
it's fall 2007-09-06 07:34:00 It's fall, but nobody has told the summer sun. She still pierces us with her ferocious eyes and punches us with stabbing fists. The trees sharply watch the clock. They have already stolen bits of her sunshine for their firey tranformation. Some have even finished, and laid their sacrifices at our feet for trampling. But the giggles from the crackles underfoot are muted by the oppressive heat. The portrait of autumn is meaningless without the the cool breeze. It ushers in the chilly nights bundled in wool scarves and comforted with cocoa. They pave the way for winter celebrations and joy.Oh will the wicked sun who is blocking their path delay their arrival? Or will the luminous frost defeat her with one blow of his thunderous voice? She's overstayed her welcome. She must be banished. But human beings are merely spectators in the fight of the seasons. A roar from the audience of gladiators does not conquer the lion. It is the nature of being an observer to be helpless.
mother 2007-09-05 10:18:00 MotherI am your eternal sanctuary islandforever will I be there to hold your hand.Motherburden me wth secret fearsmove me with honest tearsMothershare with me each forward stridebind me in impassioned prideMothergive me your joy, your delightfor your happiness is my plightMothercherish me with a steadfast heartsee that of your soul I am a partMotherI will give you the strength to make the world saneand ever cleanse you like a fresh spring rainMotherknow that my love for you is a granite rocka pillar to stand upon, a rigid blockMotherbut my touch is sweet and my manner gentlemy voice is soft, with a grace so beautifulMothermy modesty is bound by an infinite devotionits power is unwavering and deep as the oceanMother........you are the mother
I can only wish to be remember that you mean the world to me for my hero
kiss the moon bridgette 2007-09-04 19:30:00 Sweet is the flowing of sunshine hairwhich sings and bounces in gleeBeautiful is her skin so fair-a little bottle of magic is she.Pure is the heart in these handsfrom jubilant running and fun.Hugs come from eyes warm as tropical sandssaying if she is awake out is the sun.As she envelops you in a fairytaleof magic wands and wishesForget your woes and let your heart sailwith candy and gumdrop kisses.But as night comes, it's time for dreams to take overso reach high for the glimmering stars before they setwith thoughts of fairy dust and four leaf cloversSay good night to the jovial day, and kiss the moon Bridgette
letters to Suki 2007-09-03 18:23:00 Dear Suki,After all our work to set up the meeting, my granular shrieker broke down! I'm so sorry to tell you that the Crimson Whistler won't meet with me again unti next month. He was rather perturbed. I sent him a bunch of quiggle feathers to apologize.I guess I'll return to the office and wait. There's just no point in arguing with the fur handlers. I'll just have to spend some time reviewing how to grill periscopes.At least Marigold is doing better. How are you doing? Have you had time to shake the stargazers lately? Or wrestle the ocean wolves? I do remember how you loved to tickle the android couriers on Thursdays. Wasn't that how you and Craig met? Bulldozers against spill beans was the order of the day back then. Simpler times. Please tell me you are taking it easy and shopping for the baby.Here's some rock for your core. I met a man at the lampshade pinch who told me there's no more listeners stockpiled in the castle. Imagine that. Do you think they're keeping that fr
accept the tarnished 2007-09-02 18:09:00 Peace is the word the wind murmurs as you close your eyes and breathe. An essence reconciled with meaning cascades into serenity. Let go. Dwelling on the disparity between your ideals and your life will only bring you sorrow. Accept it where it is tarnished
and revel in it where it is spectacular. Peace. Find it. And quit feuding with the things you can't change. There's a virtuous victory in the submission to defeat. So kindle your faith and hand over the reins.
enslaved 2007-09-01 07:54:00 fiendish cravings of a sorrowful soul......STOPleave mearrest another torn spiritwith your vengeful criestwisted in paralyzing venom of disillusionmentfor I have had a momentfree from the entangled bewildermentof the persuasive charadeto see deep withinthat there is strength buriedunder a mask of addictionto reject your wretched enslavement
unchained heart 2007-08-31 15:35:00 tear open the seal and release the chained heartfor in confession you will find releasehonesty will connect you with the mountainsfor they are fair and at peaceif as you fear you find an unsympathetic earyour tears console youand hurt will disappearfor there is no freedom like a spirit set freeby unburdening itself to simply be
pray 2007-08-29 09:31:00 There's little harder than turning everything over.But did you know you never had control of it to begin with?Pray- and listen and you will find answers.You just may not like them very much.So trust, and be patient.Good luck with that as well, it's not in our nature.But it is a source of growth. And if you wanted control, you should start with yourself.
letters to Suki 2007-08-27 18:17:00 Dear Suki,Yes, you definitely have time to shop around for the corkscrew insight. A thousand stained marshes is way too expensive!I'll be taking the train to Paris tomorrow. It looks like we've cornered the Crimson Whistler and he has agreed to meet. But there's no threshold for the tigerlilies. And the centaurs think it might be a trap.I don't. I have heard much about him now from the cinderblocks. I think he might be a misunderstood pinnacle. With any luck, we'll be home soon.Your Friend,Maxine
for nick and andrea 2007-08-26 09:30:00 beloved... no distance can stop me from dreaming of your eyesbut did leave me tatteredthrough sorrowful goodbyesI'll find strength by holding your spirit closeall the time we are apartuntil a touch and then a kisswill heal my weakened heart....
the zen of Steven 2007-09-28 11:57:00 Confidence brims over my walk,soothed with an easy-going talk.Listen to me and you'll seehow so great this life can be.Come over and have a drink.I will really make you think.For there's a world of opportunity,and don't forget about community.But I just don't want to join the race.I hate to move at such a rushed pace.You know mean people only make me smile.I've been onto their tricks for a while.
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running is an instinct 2007-09-27 08:23:00 Run. We all run. It's a primal instinct
really. But since most of us do no live in the wild we think we're above it. We think we don't run when we experience fear. But we run intellectually. Fight or flight. In the animal kingdom, when flight is an available option it is usually the one chosen. It's smarter than staying and risking injury. We don't even realize we're running
until we are finally far enough away to look back. The most common predator we are hastening to escape is failure. But there are many other fears too. What are you running from? Do you know?
the jazz funeral 2007-09-26 09:12:00 There's an elegant lady who lives in the south.She's been there generations, by the old bay's mouth.She's strictly bound by traditions, be what they may,for every night she drinks and parties into day.Then relaxes in her gardens, nurturing vinessweetly with iced tea, worships Africa's divine.She has many faces you'll never understand,unless you listen to the music of her bands.For ever since her dear son jazz to the earth was born,he holds her hand and makes sure she is not forlorn.When the rest of us suffer loss you will here see,we weep and cry, but not her. She's a mystery.She lets her son parade her through the dirty streets,with memories of the departed's dancing feet.But lady New Orleans, you have so many lost.When will the jazz funeral end? Will it next frost?No. It doesn't frost here, with plague of brutal heat.And the sadness which covers her can't find defeat.Look deep into her dark eyes and you just might findthe secret to her power, strong enough to blind.She hide
calling all wayward poets 2007-09-25 09:06:00 You are a poet. Everyone is. You may not express yourself with words. But you have expression. If you don't, you are lying to yourself. You have locked away you emotions deep inside your soul and they ache. Release them. They hurt more when they are denied. For if your have blood running through your veins, you feel. don't let yourself grow numb. Seek it. Follow me and I will show you.
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letters to suki 2007-09-24 06:16:00 Dear Suki,We have a slight delay. One last moustache in the apron. The hermit refused our dance with the winds. He says the slime balances the chocolate. We are one member down and must fetch the Sandman. Craig has flown to bust him out.Oh, I loathed the day I invited him to my team. But the hermit says there is no sun without the moon. Had the bear sharpened his claws too early, he wouldn’t have had any meatballs.So I guess the journey has been swarthy. But I didn’t know it from the start. Because we always take the steps to rethink the mastodon.Your Friend,Maxine
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