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WE toil in obscure fashion
but only so – until innovation
Elais Howe’s sewing machine
– a stitch in time
And detritus pepper life
So lovingly Hess’ vacuum cleaner
pulls us from dirt to God-clean
Remiss the typed word without
–Shole’s typewriter
Clackety-CLACK impressed words!
Oh this man saved us all
– Seth Wheeler’s toilet paper
But the grand techno-god
– Tesla’s electric power ac
humble praise for off-worldness
Back to terra firma
– Elisha Gray’s Telegraph
Lost rights to Mr. Bell
We have a grand audience
the universe rivetedly watches
What new innovation say we!
God-like soon — be we soon
the tower of babel-speak
confusion-sweet-humble
Let’s rejoice!
God-kiss soul!
::12/30/2013::
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THESE are my friends
one that wishes
the other that begs
Hush to one I said
life bleeds with cuts
the other such pity
These are my friends
one cries and shouts
the other silently weeps
Soothe such anger my angel
blackness begs an audience
dry your eyes my other!
We are such friends
she lives beneath my skin
turmoil burns tender hearts
Now you shall shine
rubies shall you drip
upon the land of giving
At last! My love’s complete
::12-28-2013::
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WHAT others cannot see
my limbs reveal to me
a ghost of the past
begging for a breeze
My tree am I for thee
sashay in April wind
till one day – somberly
you torn down — yes you
the largest part of me
::12/28/2013::
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WHAT of the man who adores
the baby breath of his child
and conjure ancient-spirit
to protect his broad
What of the man that love
the spouse who conflicts
the concept of enternal love
Who can say — without delay
truth or right – I’d be dismayed
what true love be in light of humanity
Hush my fellow human – say nothing!
Let the tides swell – believe me
the shores be clean post-storm
— this day
::12-26-2013::
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IT is…a remarkable thing
that which is organic
has a thought but is just flesh
and to feel! — what sorcery!
The ‘buy-in’ for this world
that others from beyond
wish to visit this rock of stuff
is that meat-talks…feels…
and has the spark of divinity!
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MANY times more than twice have I seen
the ghosts of family, friends and then…
some whose faces that I did not know
Quaintly, with ethereal elegance they are
silky touch, feather breath, and opal eye
Outside of the tick-tock of father time
It is most inappropriate to ask of them
to state their business or intended pleasure
extend your politeness over scorn I say
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I am so tired of the physical
I want to reach inside your skull
And kiss the soul that stares
back at me — and understands
Just hush and take my hand
I am the drug
that will contract —
the gulf between your animal and soul
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