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Fair Play Colorado, December 2012
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A Moment of Quiet
Screeching and crashing Fast^ Buy@ Sell# Now% Substitution Satisfaction Buying time for beauty Prying out a life Rural Denver 2012
Silhouette
I have a beautful photo and it needs to be blogged; since a Winter Bird cannot wait forever on it's limb, no matter how full of tasty fruit.
Love and the Drop Off Points
What happens when love takes the time to strengthen, what happens if it passes, and the day tomorrow leaves behind is chilled and withed, holding us without a chance, at the drop off point where death takes over, how can we hold the weary fort, when battle scars the very heart of the earth. How can we love without knowing, how can we hold on without a knotted center keeping us from flying off, how can I watch the day die and still live to see the morning sneaking back to life against the sallow sky? I did, and then I turned around and just walked out of the picture. What could I do? I didn't know how to talk it over. Magnolia Buds in December, Central Park
Isn't Anybody Paying Attention??
Really, I don't want to keep harping on it, but the buildings in Manhattan keep evaporating, and nobody is paying attention! Here's another one downtown, just turning into mist before our eyes, and not a bus, not a bus passenger, nobody seems to be missing them! I don't know what to do anymore. I mean, who do you call? Lower Manhattan, West Side
Rare View of the Den of Park Construction
We all know that elements as beautifully made as Central Park has to be constructed. Well we do know who's actually behind things like beauty. Nonetheless, some elements of earthly movement is a maintenance reality. The construction den in central park is so seldom noticed that it seriously has to be seen to be beieved...
Let me touch the day with you.
Just take my life, I hand it over, palm full and pulsing. I have no stories to tell anymore, No more backups and no more clogs, no retrievals, and no Aha!s They went down the drain with the last hurrah; Give me the point of the captured moment, when the day is lost in the stars. Give me the time for letting go, When faith is as real as a unicorn, Tell me the way to carry you with me In the puddled sway of eternity. Show me the season for a peak at life and a burnished turn of events as well, come with me into the space between the ring of truth and the tolling bell. Harlem Meer from 109th and Fifth Avenue
Late in the dead afternoon I crawled Up the boulder bunched against a foothill. I don’t remember why, not now. I remember the achy feeling though, And the shallow, predictable demise of it all, After those compass-free days, What buried treasure touched the fire, What silky agent pierced the boundary line? The narrow roadway, white and chalked, Hemming the highland summer meadow, Could I forget those stars, however misaligned? Would I delete that edgeless, radiant, holographic night; Could I forget you, and would I live a single day?
Christmas Shopping in a New York City Electronics Store
I know I'll find it here; everybody says if it isn't here, then it isn't anywhere. I already tried there and it wasn't there, so maybe they are right... But wait! Where in here is it? It's not here, there isn't anything here that I even recognize~! Where is the exit?? I know it was here! Right here! Oh My Gosh! I'm upside down! Where are the electronic police? Is this cyuberspace?? Help! Help! I'm trapped upside down in a New York Electronics store! New York Electronics Store
Discovery! Burning Bush!
Has there ever been a more synchronous, resonant, convenient and suitable place for storing a Burning Bush?