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Hozomeen's picture
Joined: Jun 22 2007
on watch

pushing pulling whirling filling overflowing

words spill out

on the ground

leaving stains residue and moving around

talking talking talking talking

relentless energy impossible to ignore coming from

all around

this tank is filling overflowing spilling staining

everybody watching pointing talking seeing

taking taking taking taking

impossible craziness

strange weirdness

pumping pumping spilling moving staining

hurting swelling bursting


JerseySchwartz's picture
Joined: Jun 5 2007
(The Dead) 6-29-03

(The Dead) 6-29-03

Pray for world peace and for those around you.
In this lifetime and when of this world
You must live to see it through
So let's live as one as never lived before

Cultivate destiny, leave the circle, piece together a Patchwork map.
Follow the people of a similar glimmer.
For the way that stays one to never sway
leaves the weary to rest upon its resplendent plateau.

Nothings impossible while everything possible is being done.
Ten years ahead of its time from a town nine years behind the nearest city.
Curiosity, pending probability, simplified stratagems' intuitive glint
Recreating yesterday while all the while innovating tomorrow. Reliving being born tomorrow

Politics of fun are not that different from day to day.
The Ethereal community self policed utopian nuance
A sacred dance in the shadow of their wingspan
Sun pours and sometime it seems as if it's ours to offer.

Spontaneous arrival, what happens to you happens to me
Good people doing well towards each other
Best to better yet, can't be done any better.
Purpose and intention of those attempting to bridge the distance,

Freeborn dancers swirl, fade not. Under the sun or hiding behind the clouds
Recreating yesterday, all the while innovating tomorrow Images, objects, issues, aspects of interaction
As if this where spontaneous, and in turn adhere, In the theater of humanity
An audience of identical nuance Manifesting presence as people of similar glint

All at once declare there's nothing strange about free speech.

On The Road Again's picture
Joined: Sep 2 2007
Another One. . .

OK. So, this one is sort of a follow-up to one I wrote, and a good friend of mine put music to, a long time ago. We'll see what the future holds. . .

"Suzie's Still Gone"

Her mama wondered where she'd gone
Until the day the angels came
She cried herself to sleep each night
In her heart she held the blame.

She left her home somewhere down South
With dreams of where she'd go
But never in her young girl dreams
Could she feel cold rain and snow.

Now Suzie's living turning tricks
Shame cuts her like a knife
She feels too damn dead for dyin
For her, living ain't much life.

There's heartache on the streets tonight
So many lifetimes full of pain
Faces filled with "want-to-go"
But they'll be back again.

Stories made to melt a heart
Coax the dollars from your fist
Eyes of stone cold emptiness
Staring at you thru the mist.

TigerLilly's picture
Joined: Jul 2 2007

Is one of the Dark Days
No red, yellow, or orange
Just blue, purple, and BLACK
Is no music inside
Only cold silence
Lethargy, fear, and doubt
Have to pretend for a while
Til the rainbow comes back

Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you will still exist, but you have ceased to live.
Samuel Clemens

CalebIsHungry's picture
Joined: Feb 27 2008
Keep The Door Closed!!

What happened to innocence? Burned like a book at a fundamental gathering, tossed like a stone into a pool of adulthood. Does it seem hard to understand that the very things we throw towards the sun are the very things that will come back down upon our heads? I want to walk a long road for a day or two. Not to look for anything, but to let the road speak to me. Let it call my name. I long for Kerouac's highway and God's navigation. To speak through my fingers like cosmic rays. To tell stories through an A minor. Would anyone listen? Burn in me, oh call of the road. Burn, burn, burn until it swells. Let me never dream of this empty chair. Let me never pine for this central air. Let me never wish for perfect hair. I want to be flawed and dirty. To be viewed as an anomaly, not a citizen. I have no place on this earth. I have no country that wants me. We, who ask too many questions, who seek more than material, who reach for more than more are the ones who are asked to leave. There's the door! Open the door! Don't come back through that door! But when it's time to be represented by the underground, the door swings open! "We've always been open!" they say through perfect teeth and sculpted lips. "We are your friends!" NO, NO, NO! My friends are still outside. My friends are the ones who reach for the road as well. My friends speak through E strings and parchment. My friends lay their heads on beds made of rejection and wake up feeling refreshed, renewed, inspired, desired. You have never understood the underground, the under-educated, the under-dressed, the under-nourished, the under-showered, the understood. Put your manicured hand back in your wallet. Keep your perfect face away from the faces of anguish. Leave the door closed. We children of a homeless king do not need your hand. We need His. We need the road. We need each other. We need to sing.

“Let there be songs to fill the air.”

grdaed73's picture
Joined: Jun 5 2007
good morning!

i dreamed i was a potter's wheel
spinning freely thru the nite
resting bones so comfortably
suddenly awakened with a fright
nostrils fill with smell i dread
dog shit in house again

Joined: Jun 9 2007
Playing Hooky (For Boston Billy)

The Weather Channel said "Cold Front"
"Last one of the year? its Loop Road time!"
We cancelled our Palm Pilot schedules and drove
West of South Beach, towering glass condos, clubs with velevt fences, west of Little Havana and men still fighting on the Bay of Pigs
on Tamiami Trail
The 4 lane road to the Gulf od Mexico
You turn at the little sign before 40 Mile Bend
drive past the Miccosukee mansions built with gaming money
Roadtrips 79 on with Sirius GD ready to fill in if needed.
Its cold for Miami
No clouds no humidity
Toklas's formula has kicked in gently and sweetly
Oak trees bent with blooming tislandia shooting red and purple spikes towards the cold blue sky
A group of snowy egrets stalk misquito fish in dark water dyed brown red by cypress tannin.
The Loop is busy many rangers and scientists and others appreciating a cold day
its quiet no jets or cars or verizon we sit outside watching cold gators float in the shallow
Terrapin begins we sing softly aching always for Jerry and Brent
There is a tunnel of pidgeon plums and mastics drooped over the stream like a covered bridge the wind whips the pine island ridge we have reached the end and its time for a double decker pork sandwhich at the Pit BarBQ and cell service.

And the road goes on forever....

Joined: Nov 21 2007
beutiful words

I never expected this kind of respons. really mind blowing to think what i started ..
I never expected to be someones hero, thanx hozomeen .. I am just me ..
a soul with so many words just waiting to reveal themselves.
seeing all this really just made my day !! and it started on a bad note ,
but i really feel great now !! Thank you everyone !!
I will post more when the words come to me
Keep the words flowing !! Keep smiling !! I am now !!
peace and a Grateful Day to all !!
Stu .........

Hozomeen's picture
Joined: Jun 22 2007
poem for Marjie

your soft hair on my pillow
your sweet smell in the morning
I watch you sleep

143or245's picture
Joined: Oct 18 2007
udaman stuman

a great idea for a new forum stuman....thanx and thanx to the mods as well! i njoy the poems plz keep them coming.....if u havent allready done so "ontheroadagain", u should put urs to music...grate job!

stay safe and feel good! (~):-}


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