she was always burgundy
her scent, apples and walnuts
cinnamon and hyacinth
an essence invoking remembrances of late spring
she would always bring
a little bit more than asked for

i needed time
she needed nothing but a smile
and since there was none
she slipped away

I started out on burgundy
But soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they'd stand behind me
When the game got rough
But the joke was on me
There was nobody even there to call my bluff...

Ron Burgundy: [singing] Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight / Gonna grab some afternoon delight / My motto's always been, "When it's right, it's right" / Why wait until the middle of a cold dark night?
Ron Burgundy, Brian Fantana, Champ Kind, Brick Tamland: [singing] When everything's a little clearer in the light of day / And we know the night is always gonna be there anyway.
Brian Fantana, Brick Tamland: [singing] Thinkin' of you's workin' up my appetite / Looking forward to a little afternoon delight / Rubbin' sticks and stones together makes the sparks ignite / And the thought of lovin' you is getting so exciting.
Ron Burgundy, Brian Fantana, Champ Kind, Brick Tamland: [singing] Sky rockets in flight / Afternoon delight.
Ron Burgundy: You guys have it, I think.
Ron Burgundy, Brian Fantana, Champ Kind, Brick Tamland: [singing] Afternoon delight.
Champ Kind: I don't know Ron, That sounds kinda crazy.
[B]Brian Fantana: Sounds like you have mental problems, man.
Brick Tamland: Yeah you got mental problems, man.
Brian Fantana: Yeah, he really does.
Brick Tamland: Man.
Ron Burgundy, Brian Fantana, Champ Kind, Brick Tamland: [singing] Afternoon delight.

Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy (2004)

A thought about the poet who wrote a suckling rose

__________________
If i appear the fool, so be it
I seek merely to appear as i am
The great poets have entertained angels
unawares
The fallen do not wish to hear a pretty phrase
They desire only to hear
of the end of torment

The sound of a train
The flick of a Bic
A glowing ember on the darkest night
Military overflights protect against the dreaded menace
A blinding flash of light
One last drag
Before the shock wave hits

"i needed time
she needed nothing but a smile
and since there was none
she slipped away"


POETS!!!

and secret threads...


where's the coffee...

or wine?


I remember the shadow of your smile damn you...

rainbow colours


verdigris
emerald
indigo
midnight blue
star flecked skies
green grass
heavy dew
purple
magenta
red
royal
emotes
copper
coral
lemon yellow
sunshine
high
opalescence
reflected
off verdigis
emerald
grass green dew
star flecked skies
heavy moon
shine
over the rainbow
in the morning
wake to dawn
embrace
pot of gold
life reborn


no burgundy in mine,
yours was beautiful :)

I can handle this
but not without love
another day of nonsense could be unbearable
but i saw a shooting star
and didn't even hesitate to wish
for love
'cause the hurts will all be nothing
the haters will just be circus clowns
when i lay me down to sleep
in the the peace and warmth
of gentle understanding

I liked the coffee shop.
Very nice was the one I used to speak with there.

I remember the coffee shop and was sad when they closed The Doors...

...stumblin' in the neon groves

when neon sky fell down on me

sun was red

green the sea


when it was emptied of its stars

neon soldiers, neon wars

neon end has come


rave, rave against ...

In restless dreams
I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
’neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed
by the flash of A neon light
That split the night...

i said i'm sorry



















she said yes you are














something changed in the silence
the realiztion of hurts left unsaid
'cause there's no way to cross
the gulf where the bridges burned
no way to return
to days of wine
and innocent times
of love and peace

All the burning bridges that have fallen after me
All the lonely feelings and the burning memories
Everyone I left behind each time I closed the door
Burning bridges lost forevermore...

I never suspected the AV and now I miss you whenever you are not here...

d@mn...

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when the first raindrop fell
for one momentary lucid interval
i thought i saw everything as it really is
connected
whole
unmysterious
all contained within a single cohesive unit
of matter, motion and mind
energy and time
and then the rain came down

solitary
wandering through life

taken

to desert realm
of humanity

barren

of kind thoughts
or deeds

dog eat dog eat
insanity

respite

needed
from the pain

no

windblown sand
slaps tears from your eyes

vicious

hatred
casual lies

ahead you see

shimmering mirage
a friend awaits you

perhaps, because?

perhaps

and


thank you

The subject was roses?

specifically burgundy?

For (Auntie) Emily whenever I may find her
Simon and Garfunkel

What I dream I had:
Pressed in organdy;
Clothed in crinoline
of smoky Burgundy;
Softer than the rain.
I wandered empty streets
Down past the shop displays.
I heard cathedral bells
Tripping down the alley ways,
As I walked on.

And when you ran to me
Your cheeks flushed with the night.
We walked on frosted fields
of juniper and lamplight,
I held your hand.
And when I awoke and felt you warm and near,
I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears.
Oh I love you, girl.
Oh, I love you.

and speaking of burgundy red metaphors

WHO exactly was el PHABA the wicked witch of the west anyway? And what was Frank ( like Darko's Rabbit eh?) Baum TRYING to tell us about her?

From: Romani as a case study of codification

In fruit trees from fruits, such as phabalin 'apple tree' which derives from
phaba 'apple'. "

Who was the archetype and symbol of the green roma hag with the poisoned apple, her 'phaba' for the gentile children, as represented in countless myths and fairytales that came out of Europe

and how did Walt Disney get AWAY with this?

http://www.asahi-net.or.jp/~mb9m-tkhs/wdcc/photo/SWW&Q06.jpg

or DID HE?

Did he forfeit his empire for this tragic animation error early on in his career?

And what is up with this WICKED musical, rewriting the tale of the witch and casting her in a sympathetic light as the victim of her father?

From: Paying attention to the man behind the curtain!
An interview with wizard-like author Gregory Maguire
Interviewed by Byron Merritt

Okay, let’s get into Wicked...

BM: In the original The Wizard of Oz novel by L. Frank Baum, the Wicked Witch of the West is a fairly minor character when compared to Dorothy and her comrades. Why’d you decide to focus on “Elphaba”?

GM: The proper pronunciation of Elphaba is with the stress on the first syllable (i.e., EL-phaba).

By the way. I should’ve put that in the book somewhere.

I felt that the film left a lot out about her and I wanted to know more about this person.

It all really harkens back to my love of the film and growing up watching it every year on TV.

I dreamt a lot about Margaret Hamilton and that green skin.

It was both terrifying and intriguing at the same time..."

el PHABA

the APPLE

behind the poker face
inside the lifeless eyes
behind the monotone voice
unbetrayed by mechanical actions
dwelt the hope
of a chance
that perhaps
a spark could be found
that would light the fire
to burn his cold soul down

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice.
Let me see, then, what thereat this is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
" 'Tis the wind, and nothing more."

someone once c&p endless Poe @ the coffee house...

felt like...

a peevish lover pouring raw oysters one after the other down my laughing throat...


finally they were exhausted LOL

Wasn't that Traveller?

clouseau remembers LOL

Traveller...

yes, that was who I thought it was...

he c&p almost faster than I could read...

I think he also c&p chinese poetry...

I kinda thought he was actually in a bad mood when he did it...

or bored LOL



but I shall not let that taint my enjoyment of Poe...


oysters... hehe

Godzilla ga ginza hoomen e mukatte imasu!
Daishkyu hinan shite kudasai!

All higher attention is locked on the screen, on which is frozen an image from a segment of footage that she knows she has never seen.
He is reaching out, perhaps from the girl's POV, as if to touch her in parting.
A cursor like a bombsight whips across the image, locking on the corner of his mouth. Mouse-click. Zoom. Into image-grain. Some quick adjustments. Clicks. Out of zoom.
The meaning of his expression, and the feeling of the frame, have changed.
So much for Completion.... The footage is a work in progress.


Pattern Recognition



http://labrador.se/press/page/club8_strange1.htm

Now let's see, there's kids been killed, a devil fairy running around loose, cows missing, half the town's mysteriously blew up, and then there's that scared dog. It just don't add up, I think there's something fishy going on around here...

america is wadeing through a river
of innocent blood
and its raining innocent blood
from a grey steel sky
dripping from her hands
running down her face
and she stands there
laughing in drunken glee

The drunken politician leaps
Upon the street where mothers weep
...

the first war was

a war of plunder

sending thousands

six feet under

the second war

machine and tacticts

brutality destruction

readily accepeted


killing thousands of innocent people

is now in the light, this war will run deeper

a scarred and bleeding world will errupt

from machinations of governments corrupt


time is close reversion of to the masses

barbarian reality

tombs of the classes

this war brother, will run deeper


weren't we once our brother's keeper?

das beck, circa 78/79
cleaned up a bit in 2005

Invisible transfers,
long distance calls,
Hollow laughter
in marble halls
Steps have been taken,
a silent uproar
Has unleashed
the dogs of war...

when sittin' on the beach
with the laptop propped up
and a cup of joe
wear a pair of shades
ward off the glare
hide from the unwanted stare

inside the 'puter world
no one knows where you are
no one knows who you are
you're wearin' the shades
an occasional glimpse
of something lovely
flashes across the screen
i know its somone who hides behind shades
in the real world
someone who has ceased to exist
inside the 'puter mind

but, i know where this beauty is
she's sittin' on the beach
wearin' a pair of shades
with the laptop propped up
drinkin' a rum and coke

hoo rah poetry wize :)


post some more

Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled
They crawled out of the woodwork
And they whispered into your brain
They set you on the treadmill
And they made you change your name

Red, red wine
Stay close to me
Don`t let me be alone
It`s tearin` apart
My blue, blue heart

The steel not easily broken can slice life in twain
yet it is as commen as men willing to wield it
the stars must be made of sterner stuff
to burn forever with fervent hope of something more
settling for nothing less than a world of gold
soft, malleable, transparent in its purist form

If the cold steel is turned into gold
at the behest of some cosmic turning
then from whence will come the weapons of war
to forcibly restore us to the days of pride and folly
and how long will the memories last
of battles won and lost
when no more battles are left to be faught

you have very chance to have a new day...

you just aint heard it yet

i just tole ya

Day after day
alone on the hill,
The man with the foolish grin
is keeping perfectly still

the lunatic is on the grass..

..The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more

Woke up this morning next to you
I've got a feeling of deja vu
Got up and looked around
I know I've been here before
Music playing on the radio
I know I've heard it before
Out the door to the deli
I know I've done this before

Since being with you
I'm living in a constant state of deja vu
Every kiss I know what I'll miss
If this time I don't get it right

And I've heard this song before

if i came to you
in your sleep
watching you dream
cares and concerns
of your day
washed away
from your peace filled
sleeping face
would i
with my hungry need
wake you
with soft kisses
to make you share
your dreams with me


an hlbkg original

big easy

hazy and 92 in the shade
the asphalt shimmered

crazy

it seemed we had it made
an afterglow glimmered

saxaphones on a corner street
a party girl in barefoot feet
who saw one mardi gras too many
tripping lackadaisically
down the sticky pavement

smell of the sea weighing
heavilly on the air
mixed with thick rich coffee
beignets
sweet powdered sugar
you kissed it from my lips
i can still taste the salt of your sweat

french wrought iron curving gracefully
like lace on the balconies
overflowing with begonias
such an air of freedom anything goes

two cats on a hot tin roof and tennesee williams
depending on the kindness of strangers
the radiator percolating gatorade
two teenaged lovers that had it made


an hkbkg original

Inside the museums,
Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo
this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars
hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna,
they make it all seem so cruel...

hey it's a new morning...



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