I caught this morning's morning minion...

Monday, April 28, 2008

Possible, possible, possible --
No, I dont think so.
Yes, this is America, but
Does it deserve to be?
To be free? To be beautiful?
To be someone? To be there
In the fray, blazing a golden path -
Way -- way up to god? To
Man? No. I dont think so.
Dont know, so...
So do we stay? Do we try?
Do we pretend? No. I dont think so.
Don't know, so...
So go back to looking down.
Looking up is going forward --
Into NOTHINGNESS.
Cold, blue, airless --
So. It's possible?
No. I dont think so.

6 comments:

don't be emily said...: So I hope this hasn't actually posted all three times that I've tried.....! What I've been trying to say is that I really like it, but I have no idea what you're talking about. Help me out there?; April 28, 2008 at 1:54 PM
~im just only me~ said...: nope only once :) ... its about three things kind of -- America itself, American Politics, and being American... does that help?; April 29, 2008 at 3:54 PM
don't be emily said...: a bit...need to read it about 50 more times. seems to be characteristic of your stuff...; April 30, 2008 at 1:30 PM
~im just only me~ said...: ermmm... is it tedious to read though?... i cant tell... you know like sometimes you have to read things a few times, but its not necessarily tedious?... ?????; April 30, 2008 at 4:29 PM
Anonymous said...: I only see wit and humor... much as I want to criticize...

I really love pixie dust *.~; May 4, 2008 at 12:11 PM
don't be emily said...: no, not tedious. if it were tedious, i wouldn't bother reading it over again...; June 24, 2008 at 11:10 AM

In my Head ....

June Hymn - The Decemberists

Here’s a hymn to welcome in the day
Heralding a summer’s early sway
And all the bulbs all coming in
To begin
The thrushes bleating battle with the wrens
Disrupts my reverie again

Pegging clothing on the line
Training jasmine how to vine
Up the arbor to your door
And more
You’re standing on the landing with the war
You shouldered all the night before

And once upon it
The yellow bonnets
Garland all the lawn
And you were waking
And day was breaking
A panoply of song
And summer comes to Springville Hill

A barony of ivy in the trees
Expanding out its empire by degrees
And all the branches burst to bloom
In the boom
Heaven sent this cardinal maroon
To decorate our living room

And years from now when this old light
Isn’t ambling anymore
Will I bring myself to write
“I give my best to Springville Hill”

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Some Old School Verse

Edgar Allen Poe: Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were -- I have not seen
As others saw -- I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I loved alone.
Then -- in my childhood -- in the dawn
Of a most stormy life -- was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold --
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by --
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

I caught this morning's morning minion...

Monday, April 28, 2008

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