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Thoughts from atop the wall...

SILENT FLIGHT

Sadly this means so much to me

Blue on Black

vid to the song of the same name by Kenny Wayne Shepard using clips from Law Abiding Citizen

2 poems by Percy Shelley and Paul Dunbar

A comparison of two poems from different poets, periods, and backgrounds, but, with a similar idea. "Rarely, rarely, comest thou, Spirit of Delight!" by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822) Rarely, rarely, comest thou, Spirit of Delight! Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night? Many a weary night and day 'Tis since thou art fled away. How shall ever one like me Win thee back again? With the joyous and the free Thou wilt scoff at pain. Spirit false! thou hast forgot All but those who need thee not. As a lizard with the shade Of a trembling leaf, Thou with sorrow art dismayed; Even the sighs of grief Reproach thee, that thou art not near, And reproach thou wilt not hear. Let me set my mournful ditty To a merry measure; Thou wilt never come for pity, Thou wilt come for pleasure; Pity then will cut away Those cruel wings, and thou wilt stay. I love all that thou lovest, Spirit of Delight! The fresh Earth in new leaves dressed, And the starry night; Autumn evening, and the morn When the golden mists are born. I love snow, and all the forms Of the radiant frost; I love waves, and winds, and storms, Everything almost Which is Nature's, and may be Untainted by man's misery. I love tranquil solitude, And such society As is quiet, wise, and good Between thee and me What difference? but thou dost possess The things I seek, not love them less. I love Love--though he has wings, And like light can flee, But above all other things, Spirit, I love thee -- Thou art love and life! Oh, come, Make once more my heart thy home. "The Lesson" by Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872 – 1906) My cot was down by a cypress grove, And I sat by my window the whole night long, And heard well up from the deep dark wood A mocking-bird's passionate song. And I thought of myself so sad and lone, And my life's cold winter that knew no spring; Of my mind so weary and sick and wild, Of my heart too sad to sing. But e'en as I listened the mock-bird's song, A thought stole into my saddened heart, And I said, "I can cheer some other soul By a carol's simple art." For oft from the darkness of hearts and lives Come songs that brim with joy and light, As out of the gloom of the cypress grove The mocking-bird sings at night. So I sang a lay for a brother's ear In a strain to soothe his bleeding heart, And he smiled at the sound of my voice and lyre, Though mine was a feeble art. But at his smile I smiled in turn, And into my soul there came a ray: In trying to soothe another's woes Mine own had passed away.

Anxiety

Weight on my chest,
I can’t breathe.
Thumping in my ears.
Thoughts run through my mind.
It arrives unexpected, unwanted,
Crashing through my soul.
I hide from the world,
Cocooned comfort for now.
Doorbell don’t ring!
Phone don’t ring!
But…. Wait.
I am lonely.
Where did everyone go?

MAN, OH MAN

Man, Oh Man By Reid Baer Damned abusive father I hope that youre in hell or some place even hotter for having sexualized your young precious daughter God please let him suffer for perversions he taught her and sear his conscience with the number of generations hes now sent to the slaughter --

The Godfather of MKP – The Executive Committee!

Quotes: “I appreciate you Reid and appreciate the contribution that you make to the Project. I want you to understand that this is not personal, but business.” Chairman George Daranyi, attorney “You need to unsubscribe the Editor@mkp.org from any lists or websites you used it for. The mail from it is bouncing.” – Steven Judith, ex-cop “The decision to remove Reid from the elder talk list … I did so as administrator of the elder list serves … I believe that I am the only one on the ex-com that is on the elder talk list.” – Gene McMahon

Is This All

After the joyful madness comes a sorrowful sanity:

Is this all?
Dead pursuits, dead joy, dead things -
Are these the fruits of so great a passion?
Lawless man, unbounded in thought,
Unrestrained in imagination, and unfettered by the law of God.
You rejected the ugly truth for a beautiful lie.
Now the reek of the pollution you loved fills your nostrils,
And the ugliness of what seemed beautiful sickens your heart.
You curl up on a corrupt bed,
Wishing to be a child again, craving the reassurance
Of a parent, who speaks the simplest words
Laden with the plainest truth that quietens the storm.

i dont fix a word

poetry/dance video in memory of a friend who was murdered. he was buried beside my son who had died in car accident the year before. these words are still very hard to write three years later. what could i possibly do but turn to art.

2 LEGS OR 3 ITS ALL ABOUT ME

Each night in dreams I face a knight or snake. I seek a maiden, fair or hermit, kind. I fly or fall or flee before I wake. It's said each is an aspect of my mind. My boss is not my shadow, not my dad. To see him so is just a mental fraud. I've seen myself within the grocery lad. Like me, they're foolish, fallible and flawed. I thought I loved you. Yours for me seemed real. But was it more about my loving you? I grieve, but is it still your loss I feel or is my grieving all about me too? �How can I know another?" I complain. �The Devil's Pitchfork's twisting in my brain."