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[StephyG]

ding!

[Paul3eb]

people without faces,
homes without places,
these are the ponderances i ponder
as i wander around my empty spaces.

music without sound,
words never found,
these are the memories i memorize
when i realize we are one soul unbound.

[Paul3eb]

el otro

se invento una cara.
detras de ella
vivio, murio y resucito
muchas veces.
su cara
hoy tiene las arrugas de esa cara.
sus arrugas no tienen cara.

escritura

yo dibujo estas letras
como el dia dibuja sus imagenes
y sopla sobre ellas y no vuelve

concert in the garden

it rained.
the hour is an enormous eye.
inside it, we come and go like reflections.
the river of music
enters my blood.
if i say body, it answers wind.
if i say earth, it answers where?

the world, a double blossom, opens:
sadness of having come.
joy of being here.

i walk lost in my own center.

[Paul3eb]

con los ojos cerrados
te iluminas por dentro
eres la piedra ciega

noche a noche te labro
con los ojos cerrados
eras la piedra franca

nos volvemos inmensos
solo por conocernos
con los ojos cerrados

translation:

with eyes closed
you light up within
you are blind stone

night after night i carve you
with eyes closed
you are frank stone

we have become enormous
just knowing each other
with eyes closed

[StephyG]

Reading Jitterbug Perfume and loving it. Here is a statement about the character Dr. Dannyboy Wiggs (dedicated to discovering how to achieve immortality) from the Narrator:

"If a person leads an "active life", as Wiggs had, if a peson has goals, ideals, a cause to fight for, then that person is distracted temporarily, from paying a whole lot of attention to the heavy scimitar that hangs by a mouse hair just above his or her head. We, each of us, have a ticket to ride, and if the trip be interesting (if it is dull, we have only ourselves to blame), then we relish the landscape (how quickly it whizzes by!), interact with our fellow travelers, pay frequent visits to the washrooms and concession stands, and hardly ever hold up the ticket to the light where we can read its plainly stated destination: The Abyss.

Yet, ignore it though we might in our daily toss and tussle, the fact of our impending death is always there, just behind the draperies,or, more accurately, inside our sock, like a burr that we can never quite extract.... "

It goes on with a sense of humor to rationalize why death is a pointless destination. Excellent book!

[Wes]

Isn't it strange
How we move our lives for another day
Like skipping a beat
What if a great wave should wash us all away
Just thinking out loud
Don't mean to dwell on this dying thing
But looking at blood
It's alive right now
Deep and sweet within
Pouring through our veins
Intoxicate moving wine to tears
Drinking it deep
Then an evening spent dancing
It's you and me
This love will open our world
From the dark side we can see a glow of something bright
There's much more than we see here
Don't burn the day away
Is this not enough
This blessed sip of life
Is it not enough
Staring down at the ground
Oh then complain and pray more from above
Greedy little pig
Stop just watch your world trickle away
Oh it's your problem now
It'll all be dead and gone in a few short years
Just love will open our eyes
Just love will put the hope in our minds
Much more than we could ever know
Don't burn the day away
Come sister my brother
Shake up your bones shake up your feet
I'm saying open up
And let the rain come pouring in
Wash out this tired notion
That the best is yet to come
But while you're dancing on the ground
Don't think of when you're gone
Love love what more is there
We need the light of love in here
Don't beat your head
Dry your eyes
Let the love in there
There are bad times
But that's ok
Just look for love in it
Don't burn the day away
Look
Here are we
On this starry night staring into space
And I must say
I feel as small as dust
Lying down here
What point could there be troubling
Head down wondering what will become of me
Why concern we cannot see
But no reason to abandon it
Time is short but that's all right
Maybe I'll go in the middle of the night
Take your hands from your eyes, my love
Everything must end some time
Don't burn the day away
Come sister my brother
Shake up your bones shake up your feet
I'm saying open up
And let the rain come flooding in
Wash out this tired notion
That the best is yet to come
But while you're dancing on the ground
Don't think of when you're gone
Love love what more is there
We need the light of love in here
Don't beat your head
Dry your eyes
Let the love in there
There are bad times
But that's ok
Just look for love in it

[Paul3eb]

I’m a chimney sweeping man
You see the black lines
On the backs of my hands
I planted all the gardens
I sent off all the hand-typed letters
To the empty shells on high
How i want to make things better

Maybe you thought i’d be president
With my cheshire grin, high iq
And charming baby blues
Well i’m a lowland forest resident
With lime in the outhouse
And black grime for tattoos

I try to make things better
I try to make things mine
I write a lot of letters
To pass the time

I pulled three hundred rocks
From the land to build my house
I walk quiet through the forest
Like a tiny quiet forest mouse

I’m a chimney sweeping man
You see the black lines
On the backs of my hands

[Paul3eb]

A book of verse beneath the bough
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and thou
Beside me singing in the wilderness;
Ah, wilderness would be paradise enow.

[Paul3eb]

measuring a summer’s day,
i only finds it slips away to grey,
the hours, they bring me pain.

tangerine, tangerine,
living reflection from a dream;
i was her love, she was my queen,
and now a thousand years between.

thinking how it used to be,
does she still remember times like these?
to think of us again?
and i do.

tangerine, tangerine,
living reflection from a dream;
i was her love, she was my queen,
and now a thousand years between.

[charlie]

This song is sung for anyone that's listening
This song is for the broken-spirited man
This song is for anyone left standing
After the strain of a slow, sad end

It seems everybody wants what someone else has
There's sorrow enough for all
Just go in any bar and ask
With a beer in each hand and a smile in between
All around's a world grown mean

We've all had our ups and downs
It's been mostly down around here
Now this whole damn mess is becoming quite clear

Looks like we're all looking for a life worth livin'
That's why we drink ourselves to sleep
Yeah, we're all looking for a life worth livin'
That's why we pray for our souls to keep

There's nothing left now but broken pieces
Of one man's broken will to care
And in the end before all is said and done
How many others might follow him there?

This song is sung for anyone that's listening
This song is for the broken-spirited man
This song is for anyone left standing
After the strain of a slow, sad end

Midnight is comin' 'round
Still mostly down around here
Now this whole damn mess is becoming quite clear

That's why we're all looking for a life worth livin'
That's why we drink ourselves to sleep
Yeah, we're all looking for a life worth livin'
That's why we pray for our souls to keep