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Koanic Poem – ” Time’s Dimensions “

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TIME’S DIMENSIONS

Putting aside the physical –

this place we enter

together –

a place where time melts like chocolate

a place where I breath and feel your lungs

where I cross my legs and they entangle with yours

where I ask myself what time is it, and you whisper in my ear

why?

For what purpose…why me universe ?

Why him?

Answers flow in the melodies of my chimes –

still I must ask

how much longer will it last?

We live here and now, HERE and NOW.

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Poem – ” Emotional Dinosaurs “

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EMOTIONAL DINOSAURS

 

Emotional dinosaurs

they roam this earth

yes, they still exist…

 

They say things like ” We were in it to get laid ”  (Hardy har har)

and  paid

and finally become staid

 

They relish their positions in life

they think they were rabble-rousers

poor fools

 

they were only tools

for a much larger opening of consciousness

a clearer path

merely onlookers to a great battle

that still rages

through the ages

 

” What’s wrong with a little peace, love and UNDERSTANDING? “

Emotional dinosaurs, they still roam this earth.

 

 

 Trilobyte, 400-500 million years old

 

Images Courtesy of Google

 

Note:

FROM URBAN DICTIONARY,

1. hardy har har 176 up, 7 down
 
When something is funny, but is directed at a group as a insult.
Shrug it off by saying hardy har har
1- this test was easy
2- just like your mom
1- hardy har har
by Dan p Jan 26, 2005 share this
2. hardy har har 9 up, 1 down
 
sarcastic laughter; when a cheesy joke is made you respond with this to show that that joke wasn’t funny at all. See badum tish
Person 1: “I went to a seafood disco last week…and pulled a mussel.”
Person 2: “Hardy har har.”

 

 

 

 

 

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Poem – Sparrows

 

SPARROWS

Sitting in my garden

two sparrows flew by barely clipping my nose

I almost rose

below resting on my freshly de-crisped newspaper

was –

a gift

left by two travellers in a world of light and air

I touched the gift and had to stare

five fragile dry blades of grass

I was aghast

perfect nesting material

yet it was lightly dropped in my lap

two travellers saying hello and wishing me well

In a world often fiiled with endless pell mell…

Two travellers, wishing us all well.

        

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Jesus And The One Drop Theory

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Now the Jesus I am talking about is the walkabout, everyday Jesus, the gadfly who strolled into temples and if he did not like what he saw caused a ruckus and tough luck to the powers that be.

He was a,

Rabble-rouser,

Outcast- from his  peers in society ( except for his twelve homey’s and a few gal-pals  named Mary )

Reject of society, basically that lived on the fringes of his community, referred to as having a screw loose by his family and acquaintances.

Watched by the local authorities being  considered a troublemaker and non- income producing individual.

Yet, he contributed to society in his lifetime one of the most important treasties on how one could live their life and think about their own personal existence.

He died in the way most common criminals were put to death during his time . 

 

He was one drop. 

During his lifetime he questioned  the point of his life and existence – but his passion, his message of (compassionate ) love being the most powerful force in the world  resonated after his death and spread across the philosophical and religious  landscapes of this planet.

Do not ever forget as you move through life working on the projects that interest you, that if there is a struggle, if  you are ridiculed or dismissed,  there is a reward in working for the greater good and you may never know in this life time just what your one drop means to the world at large.

 

So search for that one thing that  no one else sees, no one else is attending to, and make your mark in this world… all it takes is one drop,

it might be  part of a wave of change.

 

PEACE BE WITH YOU

As Jesus said – “You walk in mists of darkness, which is the heritage of this realm, but inside, you have a light which burns. This will light your way.”

 

Subjects for further reading and research  Gospel of Philip, Gospel of Mary, Gnostic movement 1 century AD,  Jesus in his own words, Gospel of Thomas,

www.gnostic-jesus.com

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“Handlebars” By Flobots / Song Of The Decade, “Power Corrupts, And Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely”

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 This song exemplifies the test of attaining power (or what one THINKS is power ie. money, feeding ego, fame) and how it is handled by each individual.

You either pass the test, or fail,

You either give back, or take, endlessly.

 

Song           HANDLEBARS                              Band           FLOBOTS

 

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars
Look at me, look at me
hands in the air like it’s good to be
ALIVE
and I’m a famous rapper
even when the paths’re all crookedy
I can show you how to do-si-do
I can show you how to scratch a record
I can take apart the remote control
And I can almost put it back together
I can tie a knot in a cherry stem
I can tell you about Leif Ericson
I know all the words to “De Colores”
And “I’m Proud to be an American”
Me and my friend saw a platypus
Me and my friend made a comic book
And guess how long it took
I can do anything that I want cuz, look:

I can keep rhythm with no metronome
No metronome
No metronome

I can see your face on the telephone
On the telephone
On the telephone

Look at me
Look at me
Just called to say that it’s good to be
ALIVE
In such a small world
All curled up with a book to read
I can make money open up a thrift store
I can make a living off a magazine
I can design an engine sixty four
Miles to a gallon of gasoline
I can make new antibiotics
I can make computers survive aquatic conditions
I know how to run a business
And I can make you wanna buy a product
Movers shakers and producers
Me and my friends understand the future
I see the strings that control the systems
I can do anything with no assistance
I can lead a nation with a microphone
With a microphone
With a microphone
I can split the atoms of a molecule
Of a molecule
Of a molecule

Look at me
Look at me
Driving and I won’t stop
And it feels so good to be
Alive and on top
My reach is global
My tower secure
My cause is noble
My power is pure
I can hand out a million vaccinations
Or let’em all die in exasperation
Have’em all healed of their lacerations
Have’em all killed by assassination
I can make anybody go to prison
Just because I don’t like’em and
I can do anything with no permission
I have it all under my command
I can guide a missile by satellite
By satellite
By satellite
and I can hit a target through a telescope
Through a telescope
Through a telescope
and I can end the planet in a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handle bars
No handlebars

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars

 

Flobots

Flobots at KFMA Day in Tucson, Arizona on May 16th, 2008
Background information
Also known as Jonny 5 + Yak
Origin Denver, Colorado, USA
Genres Alternative rock, alternative hip hop
Years active 2000 — present
Labels Universal Republic
Website www.flobots.com
Members
Jonny 5
Brer Rabbit
Mackenzie Roberts
Andy Guerrero
Jesse Walker
Joe Ferrone
Kenny Ortiz

FROM WIKIPEDIA

www.flobots.com 

 

PEACE 

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Blog – Think / Take A Breather From Blogging And Think

“A PALE ORANGE MERMAID THINKS”

 

~ Eckhart Tolle

 

PEACE

Quotses from www.empoweredquotes.com

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Poem – A Gardner’s Hand

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A GARDNER’S HAND

Red berry resting in a mud encrusted palm,

Sound of nothing rustling in my ears,

Lost in the dirt wind wet… heaven.

 

Dead Leaves on the Dirty Ground

Image from Google images /   www.bluejake.com

 

PEACE

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