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Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah

Tuesday, November 29th, 2011

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© November 29, 2011

I try to sing my heart’s song

But I have forgotten the tune

And I only seem to remember some of the words

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I listen to the music of others

Seeing if they can inspire me

To find the musician

In the chamber of my heart

Playing his “chamber” music

Most of what I hear is just cheap imitation

Samplings of masters dead

But because these maestros are rotting in the ground

The music forever bound to them sounds rotten to my ears

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Hours on end

Days pass into weeks

I flip the stations

From country to rock n roll to metal

Searching for the one song that is mine

That sings my body

Makes it whistle down a nature trail like a flute

Overwhelming me with its musical fragrance

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But all I hear is a dull echo

Of a tune that is too faint to pump my blood

And put a skip in my step

And a smile on my face

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And life without music is a violin without a violinist—

Endless potential to fill the air with butterfly notes

But no wind song to carry them skyward

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LcxYwwIL5zQ

(Zip-A-Dee-Doo Dah song)

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Gone

Sunday, November 13th, 2011

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They want to take me

To a place where I am gone

Rather kill myself

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Suck it!

Saturday, November 12th, 2011

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Friend is mad at me

For mentioning my big cock

She should just suck it!

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Subway

Wednesday, November 9th, 2011

subway

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entering subway

in the car or on the tracks

makes no difference

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Sitting At The Master’s Feet

Thursday, October 13th, 2011

© August 24, 2011

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Sitting at the Master’s feet

His pen scribbles frantically

Trying to capture Enlightenment like a butterfly

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In front of him is his mind

Acting as translator

Speaking the language of interpretation

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By the time he re-reads his notes

The mind’s high has worn off

No longer drunk from imbibing euphoria

Through the clear straw of the Master

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Through an amateur alchemist

His words are transmuted into action

But this fool’s gold

Is a worthless imposter

Lacking the luster of the original

Even it’s sparkle is dull

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Sitting at the Master’s feet

Drowned out by the noise of his personal crowd

The Master’s silence cannot be heard


Putting down the net

He watched the butterfly dance—

And caught it at last!

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Flaccid

Monday, October 10th, 2011

(c) July 6, 2011

The last time I saw a green schvonz like that I was blowing Kermit The Frog!

The last time I saw a green schwanz like that I was blowing Kermit The Frog!

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My cock is in hand

Woops–there goes my erection!

Just handful of balls

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Knife Drawer

Sunday, October 9th, 2011

(c) July 3, 2011

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Home feels best to me

All my sharp knives in the drawer

Ready to kill me

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Without

Thursday, October 6th, 2011

(c) July 6, 2011

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Without my girlfriend

Life has no meaning for me

Shouldn’t have killed her

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Gratitude

Wednesday, August 31st, 2011

(c) August 17, 2011

gratitude

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Gratitude to God

For both the joy and the pain

Life’s a bitch–but great!

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Thirsty

Saturday, August 27th, 2011

(c) August 27, 2011 by Swami X

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I am so thirsty

Yet rain pours down upon me

My mouth must be closed

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