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Name: grey
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Sunday, February 12, 2012

The Addition gs1

My friend George Kanashiro is an architect.  I need him now.  "Hey, George ... !?  Will this work?"


Sunday, June 12, 2011

   Hello, Test; Hello, Test;  This is W7HLI, Testing ...


Monday, April 18, 2011

Interesting, this phase of existence,

it seems unimportant to me

the grass still grows, and the water still flows

and the clouds are wondrous to see

I'm doing my best to ignore all the rest

in spite of humanity

It's nature it seems

just goes to extremes

to exceed what's obvious to me.

The brain is the problem

or maybe the hormones

Or nature's imperative song

Some kind of mis-match

of cranial dispatch

to bring an end to

a celestial song

'cause time is a thing

with infinities ring

that makes humans brains

sing a strange song

instead of partaking

of that which is given

existence, a thing to behold

Some viral perversion

to accept the beholden

makes humans want more

than this glorious song

there seems some perversion

of genetic displacement

to reign with supremacy here

Were I a space traveler

Who is bored with the tedium

of wondering that which obviously here

I would laugh at the humans

who want want so much

to be more than that

that which is manifest here

and not be content with that

which is obviously here

cough, choke;   ... I'm not done yet,  duh...unfinished.

 


Monday, March 07, 2011

The Dream was a fuzzy thing, still it seemed like ...

 


              Llwyd's Lament;

 

Lord knows I'm lonely - and sometimes I cry

For lack of a soul mate - the idealized kind

 

Oh, there's plenty of people, 'cause Malthus was right

Still I yearn for someone - who's soul is so bright

 

She might quicken my spirit like stars in the night

And touch me in dreaming - with a kiss of delight

 

A dream can lend living - a promise of a kind

Orgasmic fulfillment - existence sublime

 

grey



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