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still water moves well
cradling in quietness
around all it knows
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R.dillard

Your poem is exquisite.
I am ever so enthralled.
Please write another, xo.

Blissfully yours,
sherbear
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Come Stretch Your Sight:

Come Stretch Your Sight:
A sun net

Come venture through dark woods and stretch your sight, 


To an emerald meadow full overgrown. 


Soak in the flush colors of sparkling light.


Birds air to whisping winds and insects' drone.


Bear the wit of the sun so sentient. 


Swallows dive, stitching threads of energy. 


Breathe deeply the splendor of this intent, 


And be strung up into life's filigree. 


Disperse your rays for the meadow you are, 


Profoundly suckling a nurturing breast. 


Exalt in the spirit of father star, 


And nectar flows into life's synthesis.


Stretch your sight into dark woods and descend; 


The internal child can be born again.

R.dillard

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Center Seeds

Sneaking goose bumps rise
on outer flesh
Mindful nerves communicating
Science
It was more than a day should
hold
It's true you do know lonely
Lonely came in
one night and with no invitation
as just an absence of presence
and made the flesh feel
nothingness-deeper
Everyone knows lonely
a reminder of the deeds we
partake in
To possess endurance beyond
a physical victory
Science
Compassion is a thing we think
others do
not feel
Loyalty is richness in the heart
The words embrace you
so firmly
they exist
Waking up with only your lovers
flesh, anatomy and physiology
and absolutely nothing more.
Vastness and Kindness
amputated and sewn to heal
with skilled hands and a
sanitary environment
Inconsistent reactions of
our flesh creating a
scattered cheese filled maze
we thrive in but
is it but a labyrinth this
day beholds
-as a trap
to lose your head in
Stitches and Peroxide.
Shall we know a shortcut
that avoids all dead ends.
Could or can we- Know-
what is unseen today?
Resistances to change
are self inflicted wounds
mastered by pressed pulp
and cartridges and a
absence of lye
Merciful Friends

-sherbear 3/23/04 revised 4/3/12

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Animals

Talking Heads: Animals

I'm mad...And that's a fact
I found out...Animals don't help
Animal think...They're pretty smart
Shit on the ground...See in the dark.

They wander around like a crazy dog
Make a mistake in the parking lot
Always bumping into things
Always let you down down down down.

They're never there when you need them
They never come when you call them
They're never there when you need them
The nevere come when you call them down down down down.

I know the animals...Are laughing at us
They don't even know...What a joke is
I won't follow...Animal's advice
I don't care...If they're laughing at us.

They're never there when you need them
They never come when you call them
They're never there when you need them
The nevere come when you call them down down down down.

They say they don't need money
They're lvinign on nuts and berries
They say animals don't worry
You know animals are hairy?
They think they know what's best
They're making a fool of us
They ought to be more careful
They're setting a bad example
They have untroubled lives
They think everything's nice
They like to laugh at people
They're setting a bad example
(Go ahead) Laugh at me.

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Burning Down The House

Talking Heads: Burning Down The House

Watch out you might get what you're after
Cool babies strange but not a stranger
I'm an ordinary guy
Burning down the house

Hold tight wait till the party's over
Hold tight We're in for nasty weather
There has got to be a way
Burning down the house

Here's your ticket pack your bag: time for jumpin' overboard
The transportation is here
Close enough but not too far, Maybe you know where you are
Fightin' fire with fire

All wet hey you might need a raincoat
Shakedown dreams walking in broad daylight
Three hun-dred six-ty five de-grees
Burning down the house

It was once upon a place sometimes I listen to myself
Gonna come in first place
People on their way to work baby what did you except
Gonna burst into flame

My house S'out of the ordinary
That's might Don't want to hurt nobody
Some things sure can sweep me off my feet
Burning down the house

No visible means of support and you have not seen nuthin' yet
Everything's stuck together
I don't know what you expect starring into the TV set
Fighting fire with fire

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Life During Wartime

The Talking Heads: Life During Wartime

Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons,
packed up and ready to go
Heard of some gravesites, out by the highway,
a place where nobody knows
The sound of gunfire, off in the distance,
I'm getting used to it now
Lived in a brownstone, lived in the ghetto,
I've lived all over this town

This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
this ain't no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey dovey,
I ain't got time for that now

Transmit the message, to the receiver,
hope for an answer some day
I got three passports, a couple of visas,
don't even know my real name
High on a hillside, the trucks are loading,
everything's ready to roll
I sleep in the daytime, I work in the nightime,
I might not ever get home

This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
this ain't no fooling around
This ain't no Mudd Club, or C. B. G. B.'s,
I ain't got time for that now
Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, P. A.?
You oughta know not to stand by the window
somebody might see you up there
I got some groceries, some peanut butter,
to last a couple of days
But I ain't got no speakers, ain't got no
headphones, ain't got no records to play

Why stay in college? Why go to night school?
Gonna be different this time
Can't write a letter, can't send a postcard,
I can't write nothing at all
This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
this ain't no fooling around
I'd like to kiss you, I'd love you hold you
I ain't got no time for that now

Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock,
we blended with the crowd
We got computer, we're tapping phone lines,
I know that ain't allowed
We dress like students, we dress like housewives,
or in a suit and a tie
I've changed my hairstyle so many times now,
I don't know what I look like!
You make me shiver, I feel so tender,
we make a pretty good team
Don't get exhausted, I'll do some driving,
you ought to get you some sleep
Get you instructions, follow directions,
then you should change your address
Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day,
whatever you think is best
Burned all my notebooks, what good are
notebooks? They won't help me survive.
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace,
the burning keeps me alive
Try to stay healthy, physical fitness,
don't want to catch no disease
Try to be careful, don't take no chances,
you better watch what you say.

(What is this song about? Think about it!)

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This Moment

The future has not come,
The past has gone by.
Catch this moment
If you can.

Thinking about it
Slays 10,000 Buddhas
In one second.

Live and act
Genuinely in one moment.
All Bodhisattvas rejoice,
All Buddhas praise you!

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Disorder Increases With Time

I tend to spend my time
thinking about
the moment we live in

Narrow my thinking for
milliseconds
in existence's instance

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The Ride

What do you know?
What can you say?
I think it's all OK.
Yesterday's tomorrow is only here today.

He chose to ride his bike along the monorail
that led from the side door behind the sounding whale.
A slippery silver sliver along a gentle arc
dividing equal chasms of endless light and dark.
Should he sample either pool or balance on the knife?
Would it matter either way? Would it change his life?

A tangent. A tangent! Perhaps it's up or down.
A bike with wings, a tern-like thing, to gyre and to soar.
Or maybe fins to dive deep where the whale has gone before.
Or hold true to the rail along the ground.

He pondered on the mystery.
He thought about the history
that would yet unfold
when today would be the yesterday
of tomorrow.

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