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Velvet Sky
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Click here to go to photos. Tuesday, March 29, 2011. A monkey moved into my neighborhood,. And the neighbors made a stink. He had more fleas than a monkey should,. Which caused us all to think. About moving to the jungle trees. And causing problems there;. But I guess he only had more fleas. Because he had more hair. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I Lost My Shirt. A monkey moved into my neighborhood, And the neigh. When I cry on my back in bed, My tears go in my ea. Tyranny of the Shoulds.
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Velvet Sky
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Click here to go to photos. Tuesday, March 29, 2011. Look at me writing love poems. I'll never show her. How can anyone do this seriously? Love isn't doing this. Of course, if I give it to her. She'd think me foolish. But she's so pretty. So nice and sweet and. Oh- look at me! Stop it, you fool! With a tilted head and. Warm brown eyes,. She'd move the hair from her forehead,. Put a smooth hand to my cheek,. And tell me what a fool I am. But I do love her. Love too good for poems. I Lost My Shirt. Milwauk...
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Velvet Sky
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Click here to go to photos. Tuesday, March 29, 2011. Intent on reaching invisible victory,. The strong wirey fingers of a well weathered man. Seek the narrow crevices of a granite giant. His eyes are on the rock. His mind is at the top. Hand over hand. Hold after hold. His sinew shoulders strain like cables. By the weight of the pulling pack. Mind over body. Need over want. As the nearing ledge comes into view,. Moves become more deliberate. It is well understood by a climber's scars,. I Lost My Shirt.
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Velvet Sky: Devereaux's Prayer
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Click here to go to photos. Tuesday, March 29, 2011. Thanks, God, for the pancakes and the syrup. That we are about to humbly devour. Bless the orange juice as it sits in each cup,. That the syrup won't make it taste sour. And bless the world that it will heal from. The wounds with which your children have wounded. We are tired of fighting sin and carnage,. So please let the wicked burn in due time. And as we assemble, let the bells chime. In token of the millenial age. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Velvet Sky
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Click here to go to photos. Tuesday, March 29, 2011. When I cry on my back in bed,. My tears go in my ears. They drown the things I dread,. And they flood my foolish fears. When I look up, high into space,. My tears go in my ears. Why am I here? What is this place? If earth is a ship, who steers? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I Lost My Shirt. A monkey moved into my neighborhood, And the neigh. When I cry on my back in bed, My tears go in my ea. The creases in the infants skin Show the end is w.
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Velvet Sky
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Click here to go to photos. Tuesday, March 29, 2011. The creases in the infant's skin. Show the end is where we begin. We start with wrinkles in our faces,. And as we grow old, rediscover those traces. Of wisdom we lost as we entered the world,. This corrupt sphere to which we were hurled. Somewhere in between the lines,. A story lies in the infant mind,. Of a wonderful place much brighter by far,. Just barely beyond the furthermost star. Whatever she knows, she cannot say. How very much we have to learn.
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Velvet Sky: I Lost My Shirt
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Click here to go to photos. Tuesday, March 29, 2011. I Lost My Shirt. His name was Eddie, but they called him "Edgey." He was, too. A miscalculated glance could send your glases flying. He sat, almost toothless, with that same slobbering grin I knew from tending him daily. My first day of work I came home with my shirt hanging by a couple of threads. My wife thought I'd been mugged, but I'd just looked at Edgey wrong. Lookeelookeelookeelookee," he said. Lookeelookeelookee," I returned. Edgey lunged forwa...
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Velvet Sky: Offer
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Click here to go to photos. Tuesday, March 29, 2011. When idle man doth cease to idle. And ink doth evenly flow,. The Book of Life earns her title,. But turns her pages slow. O, drenched thou art, my foolish scholar. By oceans of who-knows-what. Lay'd 'tween leaflets of love and squalor. As the book slams shut. Why spend ye people hours a day. Reading thoughts of others? Have ye not a brain of your own. Endowed by thy blessed mothers? Be free from fabled findings,. For most are most misgiving. Three Nuns...
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Velvet Sky: Jumping James Stuart
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Click here to go to photos. Tuesday, March 29, 2011. Jumping James Stuart had bumps on his head. From hitting the ceiling when he jumped on the bed. Jumping James Stuart had blisters on his feet. From jumping up and down on the hot black street. Jumping James Stuart did not arrive. You should never try to jump and drive. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I Lost My Shirt. A monkey moved into my neighborhood, And the neigh. When I cry on my back in bed, My tears go in my ea. Tyranny of the Shoulds.
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Velvet Sky: Words
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Click here to go to photos. Tuesday, March 29, 2011. Words are friends that I can form,. And shape into my pals. Whenever lonely or forlorn,. And if there's something they can't say,. I can somehow say it;. By making letters sit my way,. I smartically display it. So if you haven't got a friend,. Or in whom you confide,. On pen and ink you can depend,. To stretch a lonely stride. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I Lost My Shirt. A monkey moved into my neighborhood, And the neigh. Tyranny of the Shoulds.
