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Abbreviated Life

by sobroquet

She'll sleep tight in a parallel universe tonight my deeply serious rainbow girl astral projects communes with Shiva and champions chakras she has the recipe for what passes as illumined her ignorance of current events is  appalling but that chosen ignorance is staid and unperturbed I grumble and complain, I use the news like a junkie I put the pieces together, pattern the puzzle- I see the BIG picture…I cut my life short possessing a keen memory is like the proverbial millstone the information is  the lake rainbow girl is contemptuous of my self inflicted plight we realize its a matter of time before disparate likes divide I am fire and she is water, I the destroyer, she the preserver the passion can be complimentary for just so long Like the lady bard said: *You read those books where luxury Comes as a guest to take a slave Books where artists in noble poverty Go like virgins to the grave  (Joni)* She'll tolerate my  confabulated artistry a spell I can see she's a caterwauling  banshee of protestation in the waiting Her mellifluous  quietude, equanimity  and perfect  poise can only last so long Before my brash stripped down vituperative  diatribe is as acid in the eyes Then be off to resume  her prior harmonic convergence of  heart  stuff as I  with my artistic bent, abbreviate my life *http://jonimitchell.com/music/song.cfm?id=38  The Boho Dance
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sobroquet
70 / M / American
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Written by
sobroquet
70 / M / American
Published
Apr 28, 2013
Time
3m
Notes

The Greatest in the Kingdom

(Mark 9:33-37; Luke 9:46-50)

At the same time came the disciples unto Jesus, saying, Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven? And Jesus called a little child unto him, and set him in the midst of them, And said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven. Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoso shall receive one such little child in my name receiveth me. But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.

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