small warehouse
suddenly inside-out
voices that squirm within
shout without
abandon!
abundance dance dance in aisles and chairs
folding and unfolding
original origami - paper revealing new truths
howl going round the crowd
Go Go Go
in kerouac flamed cheer
fifty years
fifty claps of a calendar call
unfolded revolutions, page upon page
sound upon sound
orchestral cries upon cries
not enough dead
to silent the sound
howling through time
howl, howl
in going ongoing
whispers staged into darkness and light
beyond sound barriers
i scratch my passion
and you scratch it further
we drive this bus over the edge
where no edge has been
& we go on
judih
oct 7/05
50thAnniversary- The 6 Gallery's Revolution
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gypsyjoker
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Thinking about the mother of st jack, the woman behind the romanticized her. He was real proud of his coon ass father who pushed a Jew around.
He brought america, I mean the great unwashed like me, the Precious Gift of Zen.
A saint to me, to turn me on Buddha.
He brought america, I mean the great unwashed like me, the Precious Gift of Zen.
A saint to me, to turn me on Buddha.
Free Rice
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'Blessed is he who was not born, Or he, who having been born, has died. But as for us who live, woe unto us, Because we see the afflictions of Zion, And what has befallen Jerusalem." Pseudepigrapha
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'Blessed is he who was not born, Or he, who having been born, has died. But as for us who live, woe unto us, Because we see the afflictions of Zion, And what has befallen Jerusalem." Pseudepigrapha
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gypsyjoker
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Dr Sax
Adolp Sax and his devil horn. I have never read the novel...I think I am afraid to. What more could I write?
In the late forties before graphic novels became literature, they used to have these funky advertisements on the inside back cover. How you could sell greeting cards and win a Red Ryder Daisy air rifle. Also the latest miraculous gadgets, googles that would give you X-Ray vision. I wanted to get those goggles, day dreamed about what they would be like. Would it allow me to see into Crazy Mike's mind as well as he saw into mine?
Adolp Sax and his devil horn. I have never read the novel...I think I am afraid to. What more could I write?
In the late forties before graphic novels became literature, they used to have these funky advertisements on the inside back cover. How you could sell greeting cards and win a Red Ryder Daisy air rifle. Also the latest miraculous gadgets, googles that would give you X-Ray vision. I wanted to get those goggles, day dreamed about what they would be like. Would it allow me to see into Crazy Mike's mind as well as he saw into mine?
Free Rice
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'Blessed is he who was not born, Or he, who having been born, has died. But as for us who live, woe unto us, Because we see the afflictions of Zion, And what has befallen Jerusalem." Pseudepigrapha
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'Blessed is he who was not born, Or he, who having been born, has died. But as for us who live, woe unto us, Because we see the afflictions of Zion, And what has befallen Jerusalem." Pseudepigrapha
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judih
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X-ray vision. Look through clothes! See the wonders of undergarments.
You too can trick your friends with the amazing squirt flower, or the magic deck of cards.
MAD magazine had all the answers.
The days, the days. When jeans were just jeans, not sex symbols.
When swearing was radical.
When living your dream was unheard of.
ah, the days.
You too can trick your friends with the amazing squirt flower, or the magic deck of cards.
MAD magazine had all the answers.
The days, the days. When jeans were just jeans, not sex symbols.
When swearing was radical.
When living your dream was unheard of.
ah, the days.
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gypsyjoker
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The days of living in my dreams are goneWhen living your dream was unheard of.
ah, the days.
I will Wake up again no more
Dreams of reason
Living in a state of childhood terror
The child father to the man
Repression makes for memory leaks
In the silence of my dreams
I find the missing pieces of my life
I can run but not hide
The truth will set me free
All I got to lose is my vanity.
Free Rice
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'Blessed is he who was not born, Or he, who having been born, has died. But as for us who live, woe unto us, Because we see the afflictions of Zion, And what has befallen Jerusalem." Pseudepigrapha
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'Blessed is he who was not born, Or he, who having been born, has died. But as for us who live, woe unto us, Because we see the afflictions of Zion, And what has befallen Jerusalem." Pseudepigrapha
waiting to get my second wind
trip trap word rap
i read their jaunts and remember
my own mad searching
i can see utah open up into the green valley
down from dry vast high plains
and then the great salt flats, man
unbelieveable
i may never pass that way again
but i did it and how
the madness of unbridled passion
i grew a pet weed
it has long skinny branches
with little yellow flowers
the branches are spread out too wide
not a pretty bush to most
grows well in the alley back of fences
i let two grow in my backyard
i braided one, and blended it with vines from the fence
the madness of unbridled passion
trip trap word rap
i read their jaunts and remember
my own mad searching
i can see utah open up into the green valley
down from dry vast high plains
and then the great salt flats, man
unbelieveable
i may never pass that way again
but i did it and how
the madness of unbridled passion
i grew a pet weed
it has long skinny branches
with little yellow flowers
the branches are spread out too wide
not a pretty bush to most
grows well in the alley back of fences
i let two grow in my backyard
i braided one, and blended it with vines from the fence
the madness of unbridled passion
[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
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