Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Lady D'Arbanville
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Monday, May 28, 2012
The Very Last Day
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Sunday, May 27, 2012
Life On Mars
and against all who live in Jerusalem.
I will destroy every remnant
the very names
those who bow down on the roofs
to worship the starry host,
those who bow down
and who also swear by Molek,
those who turn back
and neither seek the Lord
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Saturday, May 26, 2012
Distant Lover
refresh me with apples,
for I am faint with love.
His left arm is under my head,
and his right arm embraces me.
~ Song of Songs 2
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Friday, May 25, 2012
Hot Burrito # 1
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Swallowed.
Swallowed ~ Sorrowed
I'm with everyone and yet notJust wanted to be myself
Swallowed ~ Borrowed
Heavy about everything
But my love
Swallowed ~ Hollowed
Sharp about everyone
But yourself
Swallowed ~ oh no!
I'm with every one and yet not
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Thursday, May 24, 2012
Happy Birthday Prophet Zimmy!
Bob Dylan: “Prophet” and Medal of Honor Recipient
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A Very Cellular Song
At this timeless moment
Someone dear to me wants me near,
I can hear vibrations fly
Through mangoes,
All the same
When it reaches me
To sigh...
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Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Anthem
"Start again", I heard them say
Don't dwell on what has passed away
Or what is yet to be
Ah, the wars they will be fought again
The holy dove, she will be caught again
Bought and sold and bought again
The dove is never free
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
We asked for signs, the signs were sent
The birth betrayed, the marriage spent
Yeah, the widowhood of every government
Signs for all to see
I can't run no more with that lawless crowd
While the killers in high places
But they've summoned,
And they're going to hear from me
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
You can add up the parts,
You can strike up the march,
Every heart,
But like a refugee
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
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Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Vote For Me & I'll Set You Free!
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Monday, May 21, 2012
Every Day iWrite The Book
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The Change is Made ~ RIP Robin
is the one that will die —
a son is not to bear
his father’s guilt with him,
nor is the father to bear
his son’s guilt with him;
but the righteousness of the righteous
will be his own,
and the wickedness of the wicked
will be his own.
~ Ezekiel 18
will be remembered against him;
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Sunday, May 20, 2012
I've Just Seen A Face
Israel said to Joseph,“I never expected
to see your face again,
and now GOD
has allowed me
to see your children too.”
~ Genesis 48
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Sunday Bloody Sunday
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Saturday, May 19, 2012
Friday, May 18, 2012
Deep Purple
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Thursday, May 17, 2012
Sleeping On The Sidewalk
If America is to regain her former glory, she must regain the integrity to prosecute guys like Jon Corzine and the courage to let guys like Jamie Dimon fail
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Wednesday, May 16, 2012
That's The Way GOD Planned It.
2 You know when I sit and when I stand up,
you discern my inclinations from afar,
3 you scrutinize my daily activities.
You are so familiar with all my ways
4 that before I speak even a word, Adonai,
you know all about it already.
5 You have hemmed me in both behind
6 Such wonderful knowledge is beyond me,
far too high for me to reach.
Where can I flee from your presence?
8 If I climb up to heaven, you are there;
if I lie down in Sh’ol, you are there.
9 If I fly away with the wings of the dawn
and land beyond the sea,
10 even there your hand would lead me,
your right hand would hold me fast.
11 If I say, “Let darkness surround me,
let the light around me be night,”
12 even darkness like this
is not too dark for you;
rather, night is as clear as day,
darkness and light are the same.
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I thank you because I am awesomely made,
wonderfully; your works are wonders —
I know this very well.
15 My bones were not hidden from you
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes could see me as an embryo,
but in your book all my days were already written;
my days had been shaped
before any of them existed.
17 God, how I prize your thoughts!
How many of them there are!
18 If I count them, there are more
Men of blood, get away from me!
20 They invoke your name for their crafty schemes;
yes, your enemies misuse it.
21 Adonai, how I hate those who hate you!
I feel such disgust with those who defy you!
22 I hate them with unlimited hatred!
They have become my enemies too.
test me, and know my thoughts.
24 See if there is in me any hurtful way,
and lead me along the eternal way.
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