tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post2728032625502292742..comments2023-10-03T04:47:38.647-04:00Comments on The Hippie Parade: Behind the gate......singletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-33340741522287537852007-10-16T05:07:00.000-04:002007-10-16T05:07:00.000-04:00Tight cut baby blues,and love-tangled fringesEvery...Tight cut baby blues,<BR/>and love-tangled fringes<BR/><BR/>Everything about you <BR/>says<BR/>"shut the fuck up and<BR/>enjoy your bbq, baby."<BR/><BR/>Tight cut baby blues,<BR/>you tell me to listen<BR/>and I do, I know<BR/>you hold the key to<BR/>victory--<BR/>what everyone wants<BR/>victory--<BR/>a low house payment<BR/>the children fed<BR/>and the warmonger<BR/>wannabes put to bed.<BR/><BR/>V for victory<BR/><BR/>Two fingers spread;<BR/>like her legs said<BR/>"Victory, so sweet,<BR/>just shut the hell up<BR/>and dance, baby"<BR/><BR/>V--for victory<BR/><BR/>And really<BR/>you're saying that<BR/>it's all good and<BR/>it's all the same<BR/>spirt to soul<BR/>peace to love<BR/>maybe baby blues--<BR/>V flashing victory<BR/>one more kiss before<BR/>the blazing dawn.eric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-21594745960221123852007-10-16T05:05:00.000-04:002007-10-16T05:05:00.000-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.eric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-12714803382413957222007-08-06T17:57:00.000-04:002007-08-06T17:57:00.000-04:00eric.....I wandered right behind you, slowing down...eric.....I wandered right behind you, slowing down and waddling in the words, kicking some like river rocks, wandering......<BR/>face first to the sun! <BR/>Thank you!<BR/><BR/>rachelle.....Oh No! Not a hat! Pssst....the pinch tint is at the grocers right next to the "green" tint.....which was my first inclination!<BR/><BR/>Clinkity Clinkity Tink!singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-66958388607715463552007-08-06T12:50:00.000-04:002007-08-06T12:50:00.000-04:00HA-HA!!!! You and I must have had the very same g...HA-HA!!!! You and I must have had the very same gown.....<BR/>*scary thought*<BR/>But did you have a matching hat??? I didn't think so.<BR/>Doubly troubling.<BR/>How do you spell doubly??<BR/>:))<BR/>Great idea, now where's the peach tint..... *crash-bang-clink*<BR/>RachelleRachellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12961381957419296611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-47055475454864750262007-08-06T05:35:00.000-04:002007-08-06T05:35:00.000-04:00BTW"Funny but I always think of writers needing th...BTW<BR/><BR/>"Funny but I always think of writers needing their thumb to hold a bic pen scribbling on crumpled napkins by candlelight in dusky bars or restaraunts:) "<BR/><BR/>I have actually writen a lot of notes of cocktail napkins by dusky light, everyone wondering what the hell I'm doing while they are drunk and staring an uncomprehending that there is more to life than what one's genitals tell them to do. Not much more, but enough. I can do bad by myself. Proven fact.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, g'night!<BR/>clink!eric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-31810730800842086412007-08-06T05:27:00.000-04:002007-08-06T05:27:00.000-04:00peace~love accepted graciously.this is crazy. Hop...peace~love accepted graciously.<BR/><BR/>this is crazy. Hope you like reading! <BR/><BR/>I've edited the bejezuz out of it--but not the soul. That's the same as always.<BR/><BR/>Wanderlust<BR/>E1313<BR/><BR/>We are both wanderers. Its how we've seen so much that we have to speak the stories out loud in the stifled dark. Stories posted high in the air, beaming around the world on satelite arrays that many eyes will see and many more will not, but it is all in balance, and nothing more can be asked of the universe. <BR/><BR/>We wander by habit, looking around, watching everything tick and tock, thinking about how the whole contraption works. From love, to the wind and waves, to the nations of the world and their ceaseless bickering and politics, politics, politics and wars. Wars that eat the living and spit out corpses, wars over everything on this shrinking earth, alone as it is in all the vast emptiness of the cosmos, its sisters distant and small like the head of a pin in crushed black velevt, the sun it's only friend, mother, healer, destroyer--not so alien from so many others we've seen wandering alone through their own universal black night shroud, regrets and wishes the only thing keeping them above the ground, the only thing they seem to know.<BR/><BR/>We wander to the Himalayas, to the south pole palm trees under ice, to the bottom of the sea or to the place that Aurora is born near the edge of the wind's kingdom. We've been there a million times before and in the future, climbing poetic mountains of fire and ice, using metaphoric wings to steal ourselves from a fall. <BR/><BR/>And when we sleep, we wander where the earth takes us. We wake up laughing at the irony: Our feet carry us so far, the earth carries us farther, the sun hurtles through the galaxy of angry stars swarming like killer bees, each one racing against only time itself, carrying us back to Eden's birth a million light years away. <BR/><BR/>But our minds transcend this, wandering to before the begining, wandering to after the end, having drinks with God and his cronies around their poker table before saying our respects for all we have seen. Our minds hit the switch and turned the furnace called sun on high as the world was born from ashes and left-over love from her past life in a glowing purple cloud. We see the others, the glowing red hot souls wandering the infinite horizon looking for their own answers to their own questions, looking so often with their truest eye closed. The answers we sought only posed more questions--if the rest of the souls knew that, would they give up and wander home, lock their doors, nail the shutters closed and bury themselves in their crawlspace to save themselves from the heartache and brokenness of drifitng forever in the void of everything and nothing? <BR/><BR/>I start to think they would give up and lie down, but you grab my arm and shake me like a tree in the spring rains, the flash from your eyes turning shades of colors not yet named but dreamt of by artists and other mad souls who see in that spectrum apart from the norm. Your eyes speak litanys, poetry burning like yellow candleflames reflected by the starry night sky. Your mouth speaks passion plays in words and caresses, and your body's language tells me the answer to that broken question of my thoughts. We wander not for the answers--though we seek them--not for the sake questions--though we ask them, not for the sake of anyone or anything else under sun and moon. We wander for no other purpose than why we breathe, eat, fuck, sleep, laugh, cry, dream or die...<BR/><BR/>We wander because that is our nature. <BR/><BR/>We wander from birth to death, hand in hand or alone slinking through shadow and mist, but we wander all the same, all bright stars on a path of ages. The flash in your eyes told me that. We wander and complete great circles in the fields of grain. We wander and by journey's end we find the story writes itself, the story of questions answered by questions, whispered in our ears by the knowing wind. We wander and we will forever, death and life being only a change of worlds. The circle is infinty, and we complete it, and are completed by it. <BR/><BR/>We wander.<BR/><BR/>End of story.eric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-86801049922545591732007-08-06T03:37:00.000-04:002007-08-06T03:37:00.000-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.eric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-10912458407935348002007-08-06T03:17:00.000-04:002007-08-06T03:17:00.000-04:00Look at that! E1313 at 3:13. What luck. Took fo...Look at that! E1313 at 3:13. What luck. Took forever to write the damn thing! Plus, that isn't even what I had in mind when I popped back here to the porch. Was going to write something else with the poems and I think I still will do that.<BR/><BR/>But I was inspired to write about wandering.eric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-16804317317618293962007-08-06T03:13:00.000-04:002007-08-06T03:13:00.000-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.eric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-2491190973291218762007-08-05T15:40:00.000-04:002007-08-05T15:40:00.000-04:00eric....Ahhh, you can never trust me left to my ow...eric....Ahhh, you can never trust me left to my own, I wander.....collecting pebbles in the sand!<BR/><BR/>peace~love, my friendsingletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-91450607282213097532007-08-05T14:52:00.000-04:002007-08-05T14:52:00.000-04:00I smoked a cigarrette, came back and waited around...I smoked a cigarrette, came back and waited around for you, tossing pebbles at your window like I do, with the hope that the inside sunshine beams out at me once more in the middle of the night.<BR/><BR/>Be well, my inspiring friend. I'm so very glad to know you.<BR/>p~leric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-34494667483804909442007-08-05T09:09:00.000-04:002007-08-05T09:09:00.000-04:00Blue.....yes. On the wings of Angels, everything ...Blue.....yes. On the wings of Angels, everything becomes touched. And so much more vital and alive, and perfect. May the circle grow and be blessed, and forever remain unbroken! Clink!<BR/><BR/>Eric....oooops, sorry! Middle of the night wanderings from the neighbors on the porch, and my eyes were crooked and crossed from an endless Friday that spilled into Saturday, and the story goes on and on...... I'm so glad to see you pumped up, pouring out legacy lines.....<BR/>psssst...hope the thumb is better today!<BR/><BR/>peace~love my friendssingletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-39621400311048531652007-08-05T00:34:00.000-04:002007-08-05T00:34:00.000-04:00did you leave?I didn't mean to leave you hangin!did you leave?<BR/>I didn't mean to leave you hangin!eric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-90103673897576845632007-08-05T00:18:00.000-04:002007-08-05T00:18:00.000-04:00it was to late for thator maybenot(are you there s...it was to late for that<BR/><BR/>or maybe<BR/>not<BR/><BR/><BR/>(are you there sing?)eric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-69002227236051314682007-08-05T00:17:00.000-04:002007-08-05T00:17:00.000-04:00but I often wonderwhere they fly off towhen it's 1...but I often wonder<BR/>where they fly off to<BR/><BR/>when it's 12:16<BR/><BR/>and the night<BR/>is still laughing<BR/>pure springs of loveeric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-69482155520986529372007-08-05T00:16:00.000-04:002007-08-05T00:16:00.000-04:00Angels are imperative. Home is so much more, once...Angels are imperative. <BR/>Home is so much more, once our souls are poured into it. <BR/>Anything is possible.<BR/>xo<BR/>BlueGillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08845512494417503198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-25080613803655605342007-08-05T00:10:00.000-04:002007-08-05T00:10:00.000-04:00as only they could everbut none see itunlessthey t...as only they could ever<BR/>but none see it<BR/><BR/>unless<BR/>they too can fly<BR/>on a single breath<BR/>of the hurricane gales<BR/>late at nighteric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-59556044217110604662007-08-05T00:09:00.000-04:002007-08-05T00:09:00.000-04:00THey left their markTHey left their markeric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-55925702340180509322007-08-05T00:02:00.000-04:002007-08-05T00:02:00.000-04:00I pulled the sunvisor down and peeped in the mirro...I pulled the sunvisor down and peeped in the mirror, sure that they had left a tracing-paper thin tattoo on my cheeksingletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-65519101233239049642007-08-05T00:00:00.001-04:002007-08-05T00:00:00.001-04:00It was really strange...a parade of dragonfliesper...It was really strange...<BR/>a parade of dragonflies<BR/>perinwinkle and lavender<BR/>transluscent<BR/>candlelit<BR/>lacey<BR/>milky<BR/>all polka-dotty<BR/>dancing, skipping on<BR/>the muddy water. Beautiful actually. <BR/>And they kissed me when we left.<BR/>Really.singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-21279908575766460212007-08-05T00:00:00.000-04:002007-08-05T00:00:00.000-04:00it was the nameof everything we here alonein the d...it was the name<BR/>of everything we here alone<BR/>in the dark<BR/>weeping joy<BR/>for life<BR/>and<BR/>the circleeric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-20920454039534188402007-08-04T23:59:00.000-04:002007-08-04T23:59:00.000-04:00your hair was the sunto them and toother eyesyou s...your hair was the sun<BR/>to them and to<BR/>other eyes<BR/>you set aflame<BR/><BR/>of couse the hawks<BR/>kne your name on the winderic1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-42854646521335864942007-08-04T23:56:00.000-04:002007-08-04T23:56:00.000-04:00They thought youwere a riber goddessthe dragonflie...They thought you<BR/>were a riber goddess<BR/>the dragonflies<BR/><BR/>the carry souls to and from<BR/>the cloudseric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-43250762370695864642007-08-04T23:53:00.001-04:002007-08-04T23:53:00.001-04:00You can always hang hippie beads!You can always hang hippie beads!eric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-84520307026878412492007-08-04T23:53:00.000-04:002007-08-04T23:53:00.000-04:00a token reminder of the day, which actually was a ...a token reminder of the day, which actually was a whole lot bigger than it sounds....<BR/>the river anyway<BR/>with dragonflies<BR/>and giant hawks<BR/>swooning<BR/>at<BR/>my hairsingletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.com