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dropping like flies
yes they are, falling
process all bout gettin'
down....small....miniscule
till ya go ....poof........
& disappear.....

silenced night...momma left
the back door open, now it's
freezin' inside...out there I
could hear this voice cryin'
out in the night, "let me in!"
chief kitties got it right...he's
teasin' the birds, and the Zaar
over in the corner with dreams
floatin' round his blessed head

silenced night highway paved
with desires.....all the years
playin' wanna take you higher...
come on baby light my fire.....
wundervogel kids we doobie
me and the words and the all
the instruments...at the ready
waiting for the los lonely boys
to come and jammin' we will be

silenced night holy night RIP Dawn
RIP Mark Harp...we'll all be listenin'
to your songs....peace out.............wired

my second go today to go one with you compadre
my first was
rock on wireman\
every word yu write takes me a little further
like that big wheel going around and the little one too
but my words are silenced this day,
I been deleting all my posts to this site about five hundred, I wish i did not make this one here but I couldn't let my day end with out wishing you a merry christmas, what ever the fuck that means anymore.

yu like a rock for me bro ever since surfer miked vanished I have missed that voice what ever voice it is you got it, you my hero bro
but you don't owe me nothing, I mean like a reply, lets all play group think ya know what imean?


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why on earth are you deleting
past is past
present is now

voices utter
noises blend
we build on past chords

mtmyn wrote

remember outside the mind

http://www.smilingjacky.com/charm.htm

hey jack and j....merry holiday......we're having some turkey and good times with friends today.....music will reign....been checking out Bad Aussee with rudy the baker ....wanna go so bad and see the places and maybe even the miraculous anemone and if i'm blessed the judih.....jack your writingsare continually growing and to tell ya the truth bro I did some of mine in too, but ....well let me tell ya....i work in a trade ....rebar and it gets covered up by concrete and all the art and labor are buried forever....well what i'm saying is all those miles you hauled are gone ....cannot get em back nor can i get the arrt of my labor but.....here what we have needs to survive...for the others jack....so we all can learn....am i not right.....let's keep growing as writers and lay a little bit of us on the line for ever......amen brother homeboy....wired

yas yas yas
we all earn our bread by the sweat of our browl, and I have to follow my muse, and she says the there are no past chords to build on, i pretty fucking ignaorant about music, just a birth defect I suppose, now this thing about young thugs stealing the face right off my head, and then they say they will kill you or start talking about killing you.


these words mark are my trade and i tell you this I will not sell the truth,

I just can't leave the first post in this string, I warned you all, and like I said I was sorry I made it as soon as I did, but ya know I try to act like a white man but my black jew soul keeps popping out, tell me again I want to find it on my map where is the holy land?

the holy land's in your great big
charmed city heart, don't ya ever
let nothin' blow it apart...............wired

we're having some turkey and good times with friends today.....music will reign

a wonderful strange Christmas day mark, I did not spend it with friends. but family, my mantra was "let me get one fucking day right and use it as a template for the year ahead.

.....let's keep growing as writers and lay a little bit of us on the line for ever......

I am leaving as many as I can stand, I am leaving this one for sure.

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the holy land's in your great big
charmed city heart, don't ya ever
let nothin' blow it apart...............wired

charm city the technicolor city that I remember as mobtown in grainy black and white, from your words about it I remember it is my heartland. but I wouldn't mind living in a kibbutz outside Mule Shoe, TX. Your words remind me how much Charm City is still my home. I would love to see it as it is now, your gift to put me in the golden light at the end of the rainbow.

thanks homeboy

mobtown up in patterson park
where the badass citizens made
their stand against the british
o say can ya see?

mobtown where old honest abe
had to disguise himself as a woman
on his way to the inauguration on
the way to D.C.

mobtown the home of the BABE &
billie holiday.....eubie blake....poe
for a time right up the street from
wired me.....h.l. mencken....3 blocks
west on old hollins street...my street.

mobtown where I drive past caroline
and pratt st. every morning at 5 am
and think this is where jack once lived
what was that address mi amigo?????????

walking through little italy to pratt and central avenue
public school number two
cross the street when I saw the nuns coming out of St Leo's
superstitious peasant Jew
my natural world, cobble stones, bricks, railroad tracks, trains, trucks, junk yards, holy roller black storefront churches, gas street lamps, fog horns,
Baltimore the yankee clippers of paterson park high school
inner harbor skip jacks a sea longing
somewhere around sixth grade when I was glory bound with perfect grades, started playing hookey wandered the city water front for miles follwed the water from east side to Federal Hill,

what does it matter my pictures of the gone world, thinking about what it must have been like to grow up in suburbia, say silver spring maryland, around wheaton plaza, school bus driver in montgomery county maryland, kids on the bus showed me their haunts, under the over passes of I-495, a vacant lot at georgia and university so over grown it was like a jungle, wander the trails get high with the kids, got in trouble the time the bus broke down, they were special kids, went to a special school for emotionaly troubled, their parents were busy running the country, bought them lots of toys, I would have done anything for those poor sad rich kids, they wanted to sit on the roof of the bus till the tow truck came, for some reason one them had their great dane on the bus too can't remember how that happened

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