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"the doorway of light" got me again so i am constrained to thread the needle with a pun.
emily's last post was so ethereal i was inspired and wrote… it seems like hours…
so i will just recite this little poem which expresses my 'legend in my own mind'
it's about my twisted existence as an exquisite vagabond in greenwich village.
i cursed the machines of my age
to their warm homes in vain
i ran naked through their minds
rooting up lies and the image
of a hateful dream
i tripped in my time, baby
in my time fell far and yellow
one soul ran red past an arrogant smile
and a sly bite on a fast moving hypocrite
i spoke my peace, my peace i spoke
a dream of flying
in the blue emerald hyacinth through
smells of honey milk and rose
i dreamed a dream, the dream
i dreamed of you the angel, hark!
the black writhing curls fallen
on the reborn drowned in sky through
eyes with stars glittering
like diamonds in the dark
I_ArtMan
by the way in case anyone was concerned that i would blow a gasket what with the spiders eating me alive and the web pirates ruining my fun i have an update. and as usual… the laugh is on me.
there i was haranguing comcast to the point of slander and then one day, yesterday to be exact, i was sitting outside by the rocky river chomping on a cigarette and it suddenly hit me.
since no-one at comcast is answering my e-mails, they must think i'm just not worth instructing, that although both computers had the same symptoms it didn't exactly mean that it was my server's problem.
it was my router.
i ran inside and almost killed myself in my haste to unplug the local area network jack out of the router and into the computer directly.
was i happy. the problem was gone.
it's not for nothing that they say
"every real happiness is from some unhappiness also real." Gurdjieff
this bliss should cuddle me for days.
I_ArtMan:rolleyes:
Hey I_ArtMan,
First, I saw your comment in my journal.
Second, are you a writer?
Here is some Food for thought:
"She sells sea shells by the sea shore.
The shells she sells are surely seashells.
So if she sells shells on the seashore,
I'm sure she sells seashore shells."
or:
"A bitter biting bittern
Bit a better brother bittern,
And the bitter better bittern
Bit the bitter biter back.
And the bitter bittern, bitten,
By the better bitten bittern,
Said: "I'm a bitter biter bit, alack!"
Fabian
picky poets petting pricks
profer protuberant posternities
plucky posing posted pix
plaster puerile fraternities
panjandrums pay paternal price
lauding lusty lubricious locals,
love listing letter lice advice,
letting langorous lovelies suffice
just trying my hand at it. that is difficult.
not sure it should be published
have no idea what it means
and lastly, i don't even like it.
i like
peter piper picked a peck
of pickled peppers
how many pickled peppers
did peter piper pick?
all kidding aside, to answer your question.
i write therefore i am a writer
but i am really much more serious about
painting. i get tangled wordsmithing,
but when i am painting i am transported to heaven.
I_ArtMan