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Post by charliegee on Sept 17, 2012 22:35:59 GMT -5
thanks silver
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Post by charliegee on Sept 18, 2012 10:24:32 GMT -5
all my days
all my days a blessing
as gratitude proclaims
love and loss and mercy
are just some of their names
all my days a churning
a turning toward the light
hearts and minds and bodies
burning in the night
all my days an anthem
sending forth the love
forgiveness and compassion
streaming from above
all my days a yearning
a longing to be free
tears and smiles and heartache
run deep inside of me
all my days a struggle
now I give up the ghost
my life, my soul, my heart now
surrendered to my host
all my days a blessing
the night is on the wane
grace lights up the heavens
as morning comes again
charlie giardino 9/18/12
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Post by charliegee on Sept 19, 2012 11:54:49 GMT -5
return
the tears I cry for beauty
the tears that fall for love
the times I fail to please you
the times I rise above
this is the land of ups and downs
I falter and I soar
I pick myself up slowly
and I come back for more
love is a game of shadows
I hide and then I seek
when all seems loss and broken
I just take another peek
and yes, I'd do it all again
knowing what I know
love is patient, love is kind
and knows which way to go
and in the bitter season
when absence fills the air
I'll dream about you, darling
you are my evening prayer
the tears that flood my senses
when mercy finds its place
will forge the way to gratitude
and solitary grace
charlie giardino 9/19/12
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Post by charliegee on Sept 19, 2012 15:35:46 GMT -5
no easy way
there's no easy way to lose her
it was the hardest thing
to see her fade, just fade away
into the lonely atmosphere
my faults were seen in sharp relief
how could they not be?
as I swam to you in guilt
you stopped me with a word
stilled me with your glance
and I was absolved forevermore
and love overcame the dark
though the dark was surely coming
and though my inclination to brood
to isolate and hide was strong
your light kept me sane
you were grace under fire
and anyone who saw you
had no recourse but to
emerge from their caves
and fight the good fight
I was a shirker
doing the least
and hoping for the best
you changed all that
as your eyes closed
mine began to open
to accept my lot in life
god used you to save me
what can I do but ask him
to use me in the same way
wherever that leads
love's eyes never close
charlie giardino 9/19/12
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Post by charliegee on Sept 20, 2012 11:23:28 GMT -5
autumn song
the beauty of this world assaults me
burrows deep into my soul
where heartache resides
a beautiful ache ensues
I love the coming of Autumn
it resonates within me
the falling leaves echo
a song of loss, of longing
once it was summer and she was mine
shadows played across her face
as she shielded her face from the sun
bright new days awaited us
but seasons change
leaves turn colors
and sweet dreams
turn to dust
love is a season
it encompasses them all
spring tumbles into summer
autumn collapses into winter
love awakens
after a time in the dark, damp earth
it comes again reborn
in the soft slumber of falling leaves
the beauty of this world assaults me
charlie giardino 9/20/12
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Post by laughter on Sept 20, 2012 19:56:18 GMT -5
(was the right place for sure Felix, no doubt)
book
B. O. ok!
all these books
where have they lead you?
are you closer or are you farther?
but just like your friends
some are wildly entertaining
some are so confused
and some are big-ass liars
but no one's right
and no one's wrong
you yourself
a walking paradox
stop trying
stop trying to figure it out
and enjoy
'cause it's beyond your wordsyet those words they come and never stop some questions weren't meant to be answered collectively with finality some words I hear today remind me of Kerouac the ribbon of thoughts as grey as the road flat, stretching out paradox to paralax never on but never relaxed quizical grin in response to the facts ... and the thoughts they come and never stop are they different these days? where does the mind rest? where's that future that seemed so worrisome? what happened to the regrets, the loathings, the fear? chased out by the paradox perhaps? lose the key to your me find the feel on your heel hear the far of the near see the naught that you caught leave the loss that you tossed know the mind is in tow
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Post by laughter on Sept 20, 2012 20:04:55 GMT -5
autumn song the beauty of this world assaults me burrows deep into my soul where heartache resides a beautiful ache ensues I love the coming of Autumn it resonates within me the falling leaves echo a song of loss, of longing once it was summer and she was mine shadows played across her face as she shielded her face from the sun bright new days awaited us but seasons change leaves turn colors and sweet dreams turn to dust love is a season it encompasses them all spring tumbles into summer autumn collapses into winter love awakens after a time in the dark, damp earth it comes again reborn in the soft slumber of falling leaves the beauty of this world assaults me charlie giardino 9/20/12 that one Charlie! up here, hills will be on fire down there, summers exodus ends up here, scarecrows, pumpkins, bumpkins down there, cool canyon winds on grey nights ... headlights on slick streets up here the water's cool down there, business is brisk up here there's apple cider down there there's caviar up here? down there? ... 's where I R |
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Post by charliegee on Sept 20, 2012 21:17:53 GMT -5
state of grace
there is a feeling I get
when I think of you
it is a softening
a melting into grace
my heart grows warm
my eyes moisten
my shoulders drop
my mind is clear
my soul is lifted
and love descends
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charlie giardino 9/20/12
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Post by charliegee on Sept 22, 2012 0:10:45 GMT -5
long road from there to here
got lost inside the silence
thought that was what it was about
just part of being a man
it was a queasy quiet
that ate away at you
uncertainty and chaos took hold
and never let up
tried to reach oblivion to escape
if you can't push it down far enough
then just blot it out
obliterate it
trouble with stuffing things
too tightly into a small space
is that they'll bust out
one way or another
life is the great equalizer
it always sends something
to even things out
if your 're lucky, things work out
and lessons are learned
if not, you'll find peace
but not the kind you hoped for
I was lucky
the silence now is freeing
the quiet holds mercy
I am free to speak
free to love, free to cry
free to be grateful
and that was the missing component
gratitude...
what once was so difficult
seems so easy if you just accept it
not my will but his
charlie giardino 9/22/12
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Post by laughter on Sept 27, 2012 0:06:24 GMT -5
church basement the people walking by didn't know they didn't have a clue but in a little church basement on a muggy New York night on Grand Street in lower Manhattan blessings were strewn about like water grace was showered on all and god was mightily praised may have been a few angels there for all I know... it was packed in there standing room only packed full of gratitude too a number of speakers spoke in celebration of my brother's first anniversary free of drugs they laid it all out sure as rain not that anyone was unaware but they came to hear it anyway this is what they do and they hold each other up and they encourage one another I hardly knew anyone but I was hugged thirty-two times and kissed a few more my heart was beaming when I left so proud of my brother later on some of the guys walked me and a friend to the subway and they went back to the facility to take on life on life's terms one day at a time... charlie giardino 9/27/12 |
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Post by charliegee on Sept 27, 2012 10:37:01 GMT -5
thanks laughter...
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Post by charliegee on Sept 27, 2012 10:38:32 GMT -5
Two Toms
I dreamt I saw Thomas Merton
in that abbey in Kentucky
though Augustine was also there
in shades and a hat pulled down low
we spoke some about his books
a little about politics
and how much (and how little)
things have changed since he died in 1968
when he finished his work in the fields
he washed, changed into civvies
and we had a beer as we drove
to Aquinas' house for dinner
I hear he's some kind of cook
charlie giardino 9/27/12
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Post by glimmer on Sept 28, 2012 4:15:17 GMT -5
I dreamt I saw Kerouac
when he was on Buddha Road
saying come on, wake up.
He was a simple man,
and some kind of cook--
beans on the road,
and wine to go with it.
A writer in the midst
of too many thoughts,
he was another
who found beauty
and saw under.
haiku pops
more cork tops
no answer
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Post by charliegee on Sept 28, 2012 9:45:48 GMT -5
excellent glimmer...
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Post by laughter on Oct 4, 2012 5:16:18 GMT -5
I lost my cool zen master brings my goat back Hmm … whats this? Wow, it’s someone’s cool! … how … cool! Should I find them? Give it back to them? Hmm… what a confounmitating coolnundrum … If I find someone who lost their cool Then they might chase me ‘round and ‘round! The cooless tend to do that you know! But if I don’t look for them, then I’ve found my cruel … As you know its simply cruel to hang onto to someone’s cool… What to do oh what to do?!? Don’t want this cruel … please … take back your cool! |
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