When the 9 Strikes!

[panta rhei]

yes, j

just read that barry one
a few minutes ago

so warm
so real!

(off to buy food... then nordic walking - keep on dancing, all!)

[judih]

nordic walking
giant steps through forests
black in welcoming song

can you coltrane? can you count the rain?
gardens of beaujolais tipsily mark the path
a tablecloth is waiting in a distant stone-henged cottage

follow the sounds of crackling bonfires
the aromas of party await

[stilltrucking]

down the block from the Taj Mahal
I bring up this box but how can I write
I have not even stuck my head out the door
this morning yet

nine o four cool and green after the rain
Salem, Glynda's black cat waits at her door
Lorenzo of the abdominal scar waiting for his bus
must make chit chat and not lose my train of thought
then I hear the voice of G-d

Poo-tee-weet?
I retreat to write this but my mind is blank
all your words have fled
twenty one minutes since I opened this text box
going to change my font colors to white
white words on a white back ground and I hope
they rhyme and reason where ever they go

[WIREMAN]

walk a mile in the forest
maybe more, along the
shores of lakes and
creeks, and listen to that
Coltrane sax speak, the
everlastin' Giant Steps.........

[judih]

you got it
you hear it too
let the mind expand
in privileged company

mild drums, bass walks along
yeah, masterly steps

[stilltrucking]

walk 2 miles on the black top parking lot
back behind the stores where dumpsers and the rotting stench
a walk is a controled fall
every foot step a leap of faith

no music
just a melody

[WIREMAN]

the istruments a mile away
the play is here and Omar
has complied he had to, that's
the way the jah rastafari of
today...so let's play these keys
in a cyber space action play.........

[judih]

Omar of blue silk compassion
a touch of wisdom
in humanity's finest

wrapped like a robe of warmth
a taste of trust
a moment of confidence

Omar, in times of need
an open-handed offer
in perfect now complicity

[stilltrucking]

written by Warren Zevon 1976 Zevon Music BMI

Everybody's restless and they've got no place to go
Someone's always trying to tell them
Something they already know
So their anger and resentment flow

But don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long
Mohammed's Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed's Radio

You know, the Sheriff's got his problems too
He will surely take them out on you
In walked the village idiot and his face was all aglow
He's been up all night listening to Mohammed's Radio

*** **** ***
I have not walked in four days of rain
two dead here in san antonio
driving around barricades at high water crossings
my doom and gloom dread and despair, and depression
from lack of walk fell like i hit a wall
my blood so sweet dracula would get diabetes from it
my premonitions of a bright light probably sucrose sourced
logout to walk

[judih]

i am off to search for a winter coat
the weather suggests winter
please keep the homefires warm

soup will be ready soon


judih

[WIREMAN]

me too, my presence has been
requested at a safety pow-wow
and how they love to drive the
issue down our daring throats,
see ya all on the flip side .............

[Lightning Rod]

I am Dracula
king of the undead
I am a bat
I am a phantom
I am a diabetic
because your blood is so sweet
and this is my meter

[WIREMAN]

I got the vampire blues
and I ain't talkin' bout
no holes in my shoes
it's the sustenance I need
ya know the kind that bleeds
all the way from Transylvania
I've come, wired smokin' fool
on the run, midnight rambler
all night gambler on the run.......

[whimsicaldeb]

I cheat!
I'm early ...

8:45a

ha!

northern california is wrapped snuggly in deep fog
(my favorite kind of day)

sounds are muffled
traffic

crowds disappear
all the fairweatherwalkers stay inside
i walk - arms wide - into the myst
afterawhile drips come off my hair
and no knows

no one else is there
and i don't care

whhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

[whimsicaldeb]

what the??????

J !!!
Where's your veil!?!?

she changes her gown ....