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Post by glimmer on Sept 24, 2014 4:40:20 GMT -5
A series of one-way txt messages one evening to family-away-away whilst sitting alone in (really nice woodfire pizza place). Was staying away from home and reading Basho whilst doing this txting thing. The travel satchel reference is in regards to relating to Basho in being on the road. I'm considering uprooting and lightening the load of house ownership, car ownership, general stuff ownership. Can anyone rehouse a cat for me?
*stream session*
looking to find the something in you that is looking to find the something within yourself
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poetry txt's live from a seat at (a place called) heaven's pizza
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#townliving
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see the flower dream of the moon know no other
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and sea rolls in and the moon rolls on and this
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this sore wind takes a travel satchel what choice?
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(to understand the sore wind the reader needs to read 'narrow road to the deep north and other travel sketches' by basho)
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not in my home a place of shelter is called home
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there we are where we are here we are
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he says I have a busy head always poetry
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infinity meets in every centre of itself
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spring brings change so change
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a panda on a tree limb tree limb holds
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he must check reviews for plum cafe I know it's sweet
(super fussy friend cannot commit to brekkie at cafe he has not been to)
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snow viewing party seeing as you see I too, stumble and fall
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the silver hair of your mother the meaning of this
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silver hair melting snow existence contracts
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not writing poetry not really what comes forth
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step into that which just is
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one step without thought opens
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going home to shelter now deeper
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Post by charliegee on Sept 24, 2014 9:02:21 GMT -5
let her in
everybody has a sense of loss the lucky ones acknowledge it you don't have to lose anything to feel this way ~ it is innate
inherit in humankind to feel something is missing we can search for decades for what has always been there
it comes down to seeing the same things differently from a another angle it is love we see
we are the love we seek how can we know this? did it take any work on your part to get born?
on your parent's part? they were just having fun to see the truth is effortless after you've done the work
do you breathe by conscious effort? does your blood flow at your command? do you decide to fall in love? fall into effortlessness
grace is always flowing we have to be able to receive god waits for you at the edge of your mind in the heart of your heart
let her in ... she loves you ...
charlie giardino 9/23/14
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Post by charliegee on Sept 30, 2014 22:17:54 GMT -5
with you .. ..
I'm swept up in the silence I can feel us both here I know I don't pray much but I feel like sitting here
at the foot of the lord I recognize your presence here in the heart of love here beyond the reach of words
where I can love you fully with no interruption I hold you in my arms and kiss your hair
and show our love to god he nods and smiles love is what he's made of love is what we do
I know I don't pray much but I feel like sitting here with you .. .. in the heart of love
charlie giardino 9/30/14
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poetry
Oct 2, 2014 2:34:13 GMT -5
Post by glimmer on Oct 2, 2014 2:34:13 GMT -5
of ethics
painting our lines between right and wrong they differ how will we get along
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Post by charliegee on Oct 5, 2014 9:15:20 GMT -5
shake it up baby
I became a poet to get the girls when I realized it was a rock star
I should have been it was too late arthritis crippled my fingers
so I couldn't play guitar and Weird Al already cornered the accordion market besides my waist was far from
Mick Jagger or Keith Richard proportions .. .. and nobody would listen to a gray haired dude
unless you were Leonard Cohen I'm thinking about doing karaoke
in the nursing homes I hear some of those ladies could really shake a tail feather either that or break a hip
charlie giardino 10/4/14
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Post by glimmer on Oct 16, 2014 1:24:42 GMT -5
Issa passed by leaving a radish the way, again
(you probably don't / won't get it. you might!)
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Post by glimmer on Oct 16, 2014 1:27:16 GMT -5
that river, that sea
all the world starts to run out to that river
you know the one the river to the sea
and it no longer worries me to see that sea
the river and the sea so flow
and perhaps hope your flow is a slow progression
it is just a river and just a sea
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Post by charliegee on Oct 19, 2014 23:23:19 GMT -5
the simple fact
I could moan I could wallow mope about with no direction
no reason to continue in this mess of a life
walk the lonely streets hiding from the sun ..
shielding myself from the smiles of others how dare they?
yeah, all of that but it wouldn't be the truth the whole truth and nothing but
there is pain to be sure sorrow to beat the band everything dark and gruesome
sickness, death the whole nine I could focus on that so very easily
there are sad songs no doubt about it but nothing changes the simple fact that I was loved
undoubtedly incontrovertibly loved .. ..
Charlie Giardino 10/18/14
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Post by charliegee on Oct 22, 2014 22:50:42 GMT -5
goodnight
he squeezed the cyst on his right side ribbons of white pus graced his fingers he squeezed as if he wasn't dying lying on his bed on his left side
on the side that wasn't hers would he follow her into the afterlife? if there was an afterlife, the pus gave way to yellow, then pink, then bright red
like the drops falling from his mouth the right side of his mouth he squeezed until the oozing was almost clear, it would fill up again
during the night, there would be no one to pick at it tomorrow, it would dry up and wither just like he would, his hair would fall out until there was nothing left but bone
would he revert to the optimum age? was she that way already? waiting for him in all her raging glory her wild encompassing beauty
it covered him like a blanket of fire held him in place, a place he loved to be in a place he would revisit soon enough he picked at his side absently
he didn't have the strength to squeeze it 'so this is what its like to die' he watched the scene dispassionately as if it were happening to someone else
his eyes began to close even the thoughts ceased the questions vanished in the air life, it went on ...
charlie giardino 10/22/14
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Post by glimmer on Oct 23, 2014 2:36:29 GMT -5
what if I got on a plane to New York on a plane with a plan with a plan to jam to jam in poetics poetics with Cgee and Laffy Cgee and Laffy in some place some place like some poetry place some poetry place to jam in poetics a plan to jam on a plane with a plan I got on a plane to New York what if?
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poetry
Oct 23, 2014 2:47:51 GMT -5
Post by glimmer on Oct 23, 2014 2:47:51 GMT -5
when I had the pain thing it was a pretty bad thing an almost cannot be thing however a very real thing a pain in the heart thing an is this it sorta thing a will I stay alive thing a will I cease soon thing an I have no choice thing life and death uhuh thing it happens sometime thing but a happening now thing "I" wasn't ready to thing "I" couldn't let go thing grace gave me space thing
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poetry
Oct 23, 2014 2:49:08 GMT -5
Post by glimmer on Oct 23, 2014 2:49:08 GMT -5
on a roll I can't control the scroll
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Oct 23, 2014 2:52:33 GMT -5
Post by glimmer on Oct 23, 2014 2:52:33 GMT -5
wordetics poet flicks maybe tricks of letters minus fetters but flow a glow to be to see right now just how this unfolds no holds caught up to sup it comes it runs wordetics
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Post by charliegee on Oct 25, 2014 17:15:15 GMT -5
grace gave me space thing ... wonderfully stated
as far as the plane with a plan ... I'd be honored to show you around New York ... it would be my great pleasure ...
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Post by glimmer on Nov 1, 2014 2:57:20 GMT -5
grace gave me space thing ... wonderfully stated as far as the plane with a plan ... I'd be honored to show you around New York ... it would be my great pleasure ... a plan, just need some ($) for a plane. One day I hope Charlie, it is most certainly on the bucket list, in fact, such a trip probably is my bucket list. Poetry in New York. Its good enough
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