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Thanks Tinks.

 

in the afternoon's siesta,

head bowed and silent-

breeze flips the book's pages.

"Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach

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On ‎4‎/‎21‎/‎2012 at 0:24 AM, JoelJosol said:

Thanks Tink.

in the afternoon's siesta,
head bowed and silent-
breeze flips the book's pages.

breeze flips book's pages
covertly moves plot forward
tide laps at the shore

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On ‎5‎/‎26‎/‎2012 at 1:58 AM, badger11 said:

tide laps at the shore,
darkens and wrinkles the sand -
another furrowed brow

Now that was a good one Badge. Love where you took that one.

another furrowed brow
mars my reflection
grandson makes my smile

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old stories blossom

across these ancient meadows

sound of cicadas

Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim

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click of laptop keys

as forever and always

we tackle the world

Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim

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pebble in creek bed:

the water, water, water,

gently wears it down.

Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim

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men of Harlech sing
deep rich tones in minor key
Croeso i Gymru

*Croeso i Gymru = Welcome to Wales

(This is dedicated to Mr. Jones, a 92 year old Welsh gentleman who on his daily walk would stop at the office where I worked in the early 70s (the door to the street was usually open and my desk was in the front). He was always smiling and he would stop to chat. Once he learned my greatgrandmother came to the US from Wales he decided to teach me Welsh and he would sing Welsh songs to me.. I didn't learn much but I looked forward to his visits and was saddened when after about a year he stopped coming by.)

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hear the hush of her

and then comes the rush of her

pure voice cascading

Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim

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abstrect-christ

pure voice cascading

a daggers point descending

Astaroth's rites sail

Pinhead

"Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends.

There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh."

Joey

"I don't believe you."

Pinhead

"Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume.

To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart."

"There's a starving beast inside my chest
playing with me until he's bored
Then, slowly burying his tusks in my flesh
crawling his way out he rips open old wounds

When I reach for the knife placed on the bedside table
its blade reflects my determined face
to plant it in my chest
and carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins

Hollow me out, I want to feel empty"
-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreaker

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBPy3xNwwL8

"Sky turns to a deeper grey

the sun fades by the moon

hell's come from the distant hills

tortures dreams of the doomed

and they pray, yet they prey

and they pray, still they prey"
-- "Still They Prey" by Cough

https://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray

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Frank E Gibbard

ruby and saphire

dem gems in massa's big house

from sweat and cotton

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abstrect-christ

(perhaps it's just my social nerd mixing with a little Quentin Tarantino.)

 

from sweat and cotton

he forged his epic legend

black had conquered white

Pinhead

"Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends.

There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh."

Joey

"I don't believe you."

Pinhead

"Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume.

To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart."

"There's a starving beast inside my chest
playing with me until he's bored
Then, slowly burying his tusks in my flesh
crawling his way out he rips open old wounds

When I reach for the knife placed on the bedside table
its blade reflects my determined face
to plant it in my chest
and carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins

Hollow me out, I want to feel empty"
-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreaker

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBPy3xNwwL8

"Sky turns to a deeper grey

the sun fades by the moon

hell's come from the distant hills

tortures dreams of the doomed

and they pray, yet they prey

and they pray, still they prey"
-- "Still They Prey" by Cough

https://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray

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I am pretty sure that last one was inspired by Django, luv it! And Frank your transition to dialect is brilliant... but isn't it funny how the same words take each of us on different paths.

black had conquered white
when pen finally met paper
long dry spell ends

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abstrect-christ

crows curtain the sun

echoes of autumn's full moon

winters oppression

Pinhead

"Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends.

There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh."

Joey

"I don't believe you."

Pinhead

"Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume.

To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart."

"There's a starving beast inside my chest
playing with me until he's bored
Then, slowly burying his tusks in my flesh
crawling his way out he rips open old wounds

When I reach for the knife placed on the bedside table
its blade reflects my determined face
to plant it in my chest
and carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins

Hollow me out, I want to feel empty"
-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreaker

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBPy3xNwwL8

"Sky turns to a deeper grey

the sun fades by the moon

hell's come from the distant hills

tortures dreams of the doomed

and they pray, yet they prey

and they pray, still they prey"
-- "Still They Prey" by Cough

https://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray

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On ‎3‎/‎27‎/‎2013 at 10:30 AM, badger11 said:

winters oppression
so thunders with anger's thirst,
deep roots dig for drought

deep roots dig for drought
and sprout Spring's resurrection
one more year has passed

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deep roots dig for drought

and sprout Spring's ressurection

one more year has passed

 

 

 

one more year has passed

northbound birds wing past toward home

new nests to be built

from the black desert

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On ‎4‎/‎12‎/‎2013 at 4:45 PM, Gatekeeper said:

one more year has passed
northbound birds wing past toward home
new nests to be built

new nests to be built
out of sticks and moss and mud
robin pecks window

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new nests to be built

out of sticks and moss and mud

robin pecks window

 

Robin pecks window

searching for land of plenty

Deep spring snow hides worms

from the black desert

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Robin pecks window

searching for land of plenty

Deep spring snow hides worms

 

Deep spring snow hides worms

from robins who are ready

Early birds must wait

from the black desert

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Early birds must wait

for tardy sun's arrival

daffodils peek through

 

Daffodils peek through

scillia, pasque and crocus.

A blue/purple stage.

from the black desert

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a blue/purple stage

set for butterflies in flight

Spring's rite of passage

 

Spring's rite of passage

heard in returning bird song.

Cathedral of trees.

 

042913 / 0827 'keeper

from the black desert

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On ‎4‎/‎29‎/‎2013 at 6:30 AM, Gatekeeper said:

Spring's rite of passage
heard in returning bird song.
Cathedral of trees.

042913 / 0827 'keeper

Cathedral of trees
nature's lacy canopy
listen from below
                          jvg

 

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Gatekeeper

 

Cathedral of trees

nature's lacy canopy

listen from below

jvg

 

Listen from below

to bird-filled skies in the night.

Migration is on.

 

'keeper 050213 / 0954

from the black desert

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On ‎5‎/‎2‎/‎2013 at 7:56 AM, Gatekeeper said:

 

Listen from below
to bird-filled skies in the night.
Migration is on.

'keeper 050213 / 0954

Migration is on
elk return to my meadow
nob-kneed calf frolics
                          ~~jvg

 

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Gatekeeper

Nob-kneed calf frolics

in meadow freshened for spring

Young eager to learn

 

'keeper 050613 / 1130

from the black desert

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On ‎5‎/‎6‎/‎2013 at 9:38 AM, Gatekeeper said:

Nob-kneed calf frolics
in meadow freshened for spring
Young eager to learn

'keeper 050613 / 1130

young, eager to learn
the small girl mounts the tall horse
smile brightens her face

 

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