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MeetingsThe images in this journal are "walking in the cold wind" by *glenox66, "walk in the sun" by *partiallyHere and "Dancing Solo" by =LaurieLefebvre

I met a man on Monday
who did not know wrong from right.
I said that he could be my friend,
but we could not be tight.
I met a girl on Tuesday
with a weapon in her hand.
She said that she knew how to use it,
but that was not her plan.
I met a wolf on Wednesday
with a woman by his side.
I said, "Are you okay, babe?"
and the wolf said, "I'm all right."
I met a man on Thursday
who held an open book.
He said the truth was in there
but he did not plan to look.

I met some folks on Friday
who gave me cheese and wine.
The cheese was blue, the wine was red,
I liked them both just fine.
I met someone on Saturday
running as fast as he could.
I said, "Should I keep goi

Taking a ride
I was riding my red bicycle, going down those power lines,
obeying the speed limits and reading all the signs.

I'd been to see Big Serious and now I was headed home,
sometimes being with that guy will make you feel alone.

My ice cream started melting, and so I ate it up,
my favorite flavor - ginger - in a cone and not a cup.

My consciousness was smiling, my heart was open wide,
I began to have the feeling Lord Ganesh was by my side.

The power lines, they took me home, and I was glad to see
my dearest one was waiting there to shine her light on me.
Images: :iconsirobnaiv: :iconatj1958: :iconeliana

heartbreaking moons and epic sunsets
The captain would not listen when the crew politely questioned -
he said he had to hold his course and finally shipwrecked us.
With twenty thousand miles to go to reach our destination,
we sent a message on ahead that said, "Best not to expect us."
Some studied what had happened as if details were salvation -
they only found we had not known how little did protect us.
We tried to take the captain down and relieve him of his station -
and still he stayed the captain, somehow able to deflect us.
The poets and the priests conferred and offered consolation.
"We'll do all that we can," they said, "as long as you respect us."
They say that trouble has a way to bring people together -
if that is true in fact, would someone please connect us?
At least heartbreaking moons are giving nights of peaceful resting -
we lie awake and gaze at them till dreams come to collect us.
Some days we are disco

Love Lines

I love you, baby, like a train loves a track.
You take me where I'm going, then you bring me back.

I love you, baby, like a flower loves a bee.
I know you can sting but you seldom sting me.

I love you, baby, like an actor loves a role.
You tell me what to do and I still feel control.

I love you, baby, like the winter loves the spring.
Until you melt the ice, I don't feel a thing.

I love you, baby, like a window loves a view.
I like the way you want me to want to look at you.

I love you, baby, like the blues love a song.
Got to sing soft or loud in a world that's gone wrong.

I love you, baby, like a story loves a book.
If there is a last

blue moon
It was a blue moon night, I was anxious and afraid.
I had some heavy debts, and had they all been paid?

You take the world into your arms, you know you have to try
to keep it safe while you look the lion in the eye.

There is my footprint and those sticks arrayed as if by chance -
the evidence will pass away but yes, there was a dance.

I used to know just what to do, I used to be so sure -
but I think what I miss the most is those red boots I wore.

Life's what you know and what you do and the company you keep,
and who it is you're glad to see when you wake

C major clown.

spiral ascents

:iconeintoern:.:iconm-lucia:.:iconmarkus43:

Feed the wolf
You have to feed the wolf.
He does not want a grandmother.
He does not want a girl in red.
They would not enjoy it
and he could end up dead.
You have to feed the wolf.
He does not want a nightmare,
he does not want a dream.
Nightmares taste like old, dry bread
and dreams too fresh and green.
You have to feed the wolf.
He does not want the moon.
He does not want the stars.
He swallowed half the moon last night -
stars make his throat feel sore.
You have to feed the wolf.
He does not want a language
he never knew till now.
He swallowed seven just last week -
they all turned into howls.
You have to feed the wolf.
He does not want tomorrow,
does not want yesterday.
Despite their lovely fragrance,
when bit they slip away.
You have to feed the wolf.
Try roses. Yes.
He wants roses.
Image: Hanan Kazma AKA :iconpartiallyhere:
Words: :icontinkwig:

Losing and keeping
I picked my car up like a toy
and tossed it in the sea.
If I ever need a ride
I know where it will be.

A creature with a fearsome beak
was standing on the beach.
I was not scared, I simply thought
I should stay out of reach.

I heard a seagull cry for help
and got there just in time.
Are thin white men with crewcuts
always prone to crime?

I made an apple float but then
I could not get it down.
I started to feel hungry,
so I went to town.

The apple floated clean away,
I never got it back.
Some guy on a roof, I think,
ate it for a snack.
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Two old crows.
Two old crows sat on a fence rail.
Two old crows sat on a fence rail,
Thinking of effect and cause,
Of weeds and flowers,
And nature's laws.
One of them muttered, one of them stuttered,
One of them stuttered, one of them muttered.
Each of them thought far more than he uttered.
One crow asked the other crow a riddle.
One crow asked the other crow a riddle:
The muttering crow
Asked the stuttering crow,
"Why does a bee have a sword to his fiddle?
Why does a bee have a sword to his fiddle?"
"Bee-cause," said the other crow,
"Bee-cause,
B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B-cause."
Just then a bee flew close to their rail:—
"Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ZZZZZ

Snowing in the Bedroom BluesIt's snowing in the bedroom
and in the kitchen there is sleet.
Yes, it's snowing in the bedroom
and in the kitchen there is sleet.
Got to wear a coat and hat,
just to get something to eat.

This all started when I said something
that you know I did not mean.
Baby, it was something
that you know I did not mean.
Now it's the coldest situation
I have ever seen.

Do you see me turning blue, babe?
Don't you think this is enough?
You must see me turning blue, babe -
don't you think this is enough?
Time for you to end this winter
and to thaw me with your love.

But it's snowing in the bedroom
and in the kitchen there is sleet.
Yes, it's snowing in

escapes

:iconeintoern:.:iconnaniska:.:iconm-lucia:

my day

I get up in the morning and I pull up both my socks,
the crows are singing in the trees - to me it sounds like squawks.

Bad men are on the radio doing bad things everywhere,
so many things I cannot help but still I try to care.

No blues are in my coffee 'cause I drink my coffee black.
There are some things that people do for which I cut no slack.

Sometimes my hand is shaking and a little coffee spills,
but I don't go to the doctor, I don't like to take those pills.

My house has seven basements where I keep a lot of stuff.
It only has one attic, I think one is enough.

Every day I spend an hour working on my book.
I'll show it to you sometime if you want to have a look.

You can come and pay a visit, I am right outside of town.
I'll be here again tomorrow if the sky does not fall down.
Images: :iconpahness:.:iconyummyukulele:.:iconweltengang:.:iconlab

dance of the secret signs

Naudhiz Perthro Elhaz Berkano L
Danse de signes secrets
les arbres fuient en étincelles
Un ciel d'eau
aux couleurs terre-feu
les éléments s'entremêlent
Un roseau
penchant comme un adieu
que l'air de la nuit ensorcelle
Une feuille soudain
frissonne et se souvient
quel dieu tire donc la ficelle
Naudhiz Perthro Elhaz Berkano L
Dance of the secret signs
the trees are vanishing in sparkles
A sky of water
earth-fired coloured
the elements are getting tangled
A reed
bending like a farewell
that the air of the night is bewitching
A leaf suddenly
shivers and remembers
which is the god who pulls the string
words by ~Nahuask and me
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Tea with my monkey

Journal Entry: Sun Apr 29, 2012, 12:49 PM

The spotted men are walking and a storm is close behind,
it's bound to get them soon and I hope they do not mind.
Sometimes you check the mirror and a storm is what you find.

I was going to bake a cake but my sugar had a flaw -
it was the meanest sugar that you ever saw.
I think that kind of sugar ought to be against the law.

I bought a can of freedom, so glad to make it mine -
freedom is not free, it cost a dollar forty nine.
If the can would only open, things would be just fine.

You still can see the pipes sticking up out of the ground -
the trucks would pull up to the place and make a pumping sound.
They don't deliver any more, we have to go to town.

I have a funky monkey who says his name is Stan -
on Tuesday he goes out and plays the banjo in a band.
When I have tea he comes to me and sits upon my hand.

Some people like to stay indoors with all the curtains drawn -
I like to go outside sometimes and sit upon the lawn.
I don't take any chances, I put lots of sunscreen on.

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*djailledie May 8, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

There can't be more thoughtful comments for these images!

*RichardLeach May 9, 2012 Professional Traditional Artist

merci, JD!

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*m-lucia May 4, 2012

this is really amusing...!

(except for a couple of notions which can be a little disturbing...

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*RichardLeach May 4, 2012 Professional Traditional Artist

oh I'm glad it made you smile

those disturbing notions are sneaky - they knock at the door and I open it and they come in before I can do anything about it

*hogret Apr 30, 2012

Definitely a book in the making!

*RichardLeach May 1, 2012 Professional Traditional Artist

*Markus43 Apr 30, 2012

!!! Freedom in a can ...oh my what truth bears this piece...
Right off the shelf ladies and gents...oh...and a can opener that will work...extra...never mind the small print

*RichardLeach Apr 30, 2012 Professional Traditional Artist

Indeed, that is just how it works.

Thanks, Mark!

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