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A Native American Indian girl on a Greyhound bus across the States.

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A Native American Indian girl on a Greyhound bus across the States.

In 1971 I was on a greyhound bus with my girlfriend, now my wife. We’d spent three months in the States working in Boston and then hitch-hiking and bussing our way around. We’d been up to Canada, down to Mexico and across to San Francisco, the redwoods, San Diego and Los Angeles with a memorable night under the stars at Big Sur where the mountain lions howled.

There were numerous incidents and tales that came out of that trip, tales of cars, crashes and near death, friends, camping and music. But now it was nearing its end.

We were heading back from the West Coast to the East in order to get a plane back to Britain.

On that long bus ride I got talking to a young woman. She was a Native American Indian who had been…

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September 12

It has been long since I’ve put my mind back into poems. Yours was a great one to start with. Thank you.

OPTIONAL POETRY

Woke up to End
of Days, the sun

an angry ember
in an asbestos sky,

the only thing
not on fire,

and still death
to breathe–

woke up to a burning
throat, eyes wet

but even that
moisture went–

woke up to a sunset
at dawn, a dead day,

smoke following us
as far as we could flee,

South, West, the sky
never got right–

that sick yellow hue
of a blister–

we kept all the windows
shut and it didn’t matter,

smoke got in,
permeated our clothes,

hung like a shroud
over unseen mountains,

the tinderbox trees,
the ashen disasters.

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To whoever reading this,

In the infinite mess that is the universe, the possibility of even a sneeze, a fart, a laugh, a break- up, a proposal, a death, and a new life can prove to be staggeringly disastrous or fortunate. ( If you do not believe me, check out The Butterfly Effect under Chaos Theory, and look at a few of real-world examples).

If you are feeling down due to anything; a fight, a death, tons of responsibilities, exceptionally bad grades, etc , PLEASE don’t worry. Somewhere right now, or perhaps in the far future, someone is going CRAZY happy because of what you are doing right now. Or, maybe it’s even super sad; no one really knows. The Question is : Would you rather see him/her/them be happy because of you, or sad because of you?

So try to be happy. Live the moment you currently have.  Be yourself,  in the best way. Take on problems with pride, and you may find a zeal that I have just begun to discover. 

Welcome to my mess,  that is the universe. 

 

 

From Journalism to Fiction by Dick Lehr

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Waiting for that Someday

And once again,  words shall carry the weight of their meanings,

and they won’t be empty any more,

and you won’t be empty anymore.

So,  I’ll love with everything I have

So people can start feeling again.

I’m waiting for that ‘Someday’.

 

 

 

 

Emotion

 

And the silence of the thousands gave way

to emotion caused by a ripple in time.

Chester Bennington no more 

Calliope's Lyre


I’m not sure how to process any of this yet, but it’s official. Chester Bennington of Linkin Park, is no more. Linkin Park, is no more. A portion of the wall of the world has crumbled, and fallen on our heads.
We spent the better part of yesterday dismissing it as a hoax, but it’s been confirmed by most of the outlets and the band members.

Could we ever stop loving him? Probably not. I don’t know what good could come of this except.. I hope you’re at peace, Chester.
Never, ever forgotten. The Man who kept me alive so many nights.
Rest In Peace, Chester.

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Love Her

you gave me everything i needed right now, love. You gave me peace.

Coco J. Ginger Says

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LOVE HER BY COCO J GINGER

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Ramblings

Shall I go?

Or would you go for me?

Shall I stay?

Or would you stay for me?

 

Shall I cry?

Or would you cry for me?

Shall I live?

Or would you live for me?

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