meslon
male, 59 |
finding what was lost
Kimberley BC / Canada
member since 06.01.2004
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IF I CAN'T HAVE ART I"LL HAVE THE ___________EASEL____________________
PEACE TO ALL WHO FLORK BY HERE
An Old Farm-boy's Farm with the Northern Lights Dancing Bright on a very cold January night. I am behind the barn and the camera(colder than hell). Hobbies: painting and reading, writing and photography and women. Story of my life-No one would believe it so It is a fantasy story I'll keep to myself. "Consider my life to be resting on a wing and a prayer" RELIGION; Church of Penguin.Have 3 pet moose names- Pinky Moose, Katey Moose and Serious Moose. Love--art.love,writing,reading and great photography. Have read a ghastly amount of books and short stories.Consider Speculative-Fiction to have the greatest writers; see next- Ellison, Sturgeon, Matheson,Bester and Dick-- my five favourites(Spec Fi Favourites) Page is not long enough to name all my Literary Favourites--From Canadian to other places.... American,German,Russian ,British,Swiss,Dutch,French,Spanish, even MARTIAN. Love and watch 1 TV show-LEXX. Favourite band Pearl Jam and Jethro Tull and Neil Young And The WHO and the Great Rory Gallagher and Kate Bush the rest are my other favourites.Might be old BUT SHHHHH Don't TELL ME. .I HAVE FOUND THAT LOVE CAN BE FOUND ON THE INTERNET>BUT ONLY IF THE NUMBER ONE PRIORITY IS TRUTH
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Down; On Boogie Street(was going to change this poem but something would not allow me to so I leave this tribute to deep dark eyes and life's surprise here for a few more daze)
TO LILY: MY FAVORITE FLOWER
O Crown of Light, O Darkened One,
I never thought we’d meet.
You kiss my lips, and then it’s done:
I’m back on Boogie Street.
A sip of wine, a cigarette,
And then it’s time to go
I tidied up the kitchenette;
I tuned the old banjo.
I’m wanted at the traffic-jam.
They’re saving me a seat.
I’m what I am, and what I am,
Is back on Boogie Street.
And O my love, I still recall
The pleasures that we knew;
The rivers and the waterfall,
Wherein I bathed with you.
Bewildered by your beauty there,
I’d kneel to dry your feet.
By such instructions you prepare
A man for Boogie Street.
O Crown of Light, O Darkened One…
So come, my friends, be not afraid.
We tread so lightly here.
It is in love that we are made;
In love we disappear.
Though all the maps of blood and flesh
Are posted on the door,
There’s no one who has told us yet
What Boogie Street is for.
O Crown of Light, O Darkened One,
I never thought we’d meet.
You kiss my lips, and then it’s done:
I’m back on Boogie Street.
A sip of wine, a cigarette,a raised eyebrow, a flake of snow
And then it’s time to go…....
ky
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JUST ANOTHER LOVE STORY
A spider's body
limp and hairy
appeared at the bottom
of my coffee cup
The waiter void of opinion
said passionately nothing
And why indeed should apologies
be made to me
It was I who was looking in
at the spider
It might be years
before I slipped and drowned
in somebody else's cup
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EYES ARE THE MIRRORS TO THE SOUL
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Objects of Desire
in the Mirror.
Are Closer
Than They Appear. |
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