It's 220
It is after 3 the gentleman that
Called about the art show
Meet at three
Gads
I am around the corner in some community garden
Next to a very modern building
My cowboy father calls this " the cement jungle"
I spent years carrying the luggage that cities were " bad"
Living on buffalo farms and studying sociology
My father did not make sense to me
My paintings had begun closing in on me
Too many faces
Not enough space
I started throwing things away
I found a Safire ring
Waiting to talk
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creativesoul
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Waiting to talk
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
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*Not enough space
I started throwing things away
* - same thing happened to meDoll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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there is nothing more liberating than tossing out the junk you've accumulated over the years...
we need room to breathe....room to move....
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zLp0AsKXMEs
we need room to breathe....room to move....
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zLp0AsKXMEs
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
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creativesoul
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I liked the trolley thing
Prevents greed in a small way
If that is possible
Leading a life of dreams
Smoke of the best Medcine come out of nostrils
That on occasion resemble a dragon
Others; a woman
The plains of color and water color buffalo
Few days later I got a beaded buffalo belt buckle
Guess the greatest give away is on
Call a lodge
Call an elder
Love for Doreen
Move forward
Clutter
Clothing
I finally look and feel ok
Thank you
For the love
The beat goes on.....
Prevents greed in a small way
If that is possible
Leading a life of dreams
Smoke of the best Medcine come out of nostrils
That on occasion resemble a dragon
Others; a woman
The plains of color and water color buffalo
Few days later I got a beaded buffalo belt buckle
Guess the greatest give away is on
Call a lodge
Call an elder
Love for Doreen
Move forward
Clutter
Clothing
I finally look and feel ok
Thank you
For the love
The beat goes on.....
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
Re: Waiting to talk
sewagecide cities fowl
the mind on wing
in the aura of
wearing an amethyst ring.
the mind on wing
in the aura of
wearing an amethyst ring.
.homesick. but homeless.
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leafsailors ghost
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Re: Waiting to talk
Summer swims in the Alabama heat
the heart beat of the day slows at evening
cold water creek shady beer
your waiting to talk said hello
from distances shadows
the lizards scamper waving red love flags
we all wait
yes
the heart beat of the day slows at evening
cold water creek shady beer
your waiting to talk said hello
from distances shadows
the lizards scamper waving red love flags
we all wait
yes
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creativesoul
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Re: Waiting to talk
running from the heat
like something way larger and in charge was coming down
it always got so still before an earthquake
could not see any birds anywhere either
tumbleweeds and dream catchers sand
hands held up with native seeds to their homelands
bones and feathers of many lifetimes stood in honor
of this little one s prayers
for now just a glance or a healing touch
the eyes are a place where souls connect
the beauty of a new born was beyond speech---
like something way larger and in charge was coming down
it always got so still before an earthquake
could not see any birds anywhere either
tumbleweeds and dream catchers sand
hands held up with native seeds to their homelands
bones and feathers of many lifetimes stood in honor
of this little one s prayers
for now just a glance or a healing touch
the eyes are a place where souls connect
the beauty of a new born was beyond speech---
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
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