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 Sep 2013 Sir B
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 Sep 2013 Sir B
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When
they danced
the
whispers
fell silent
and
the clarity

               lifted
Blackout poetry
 Sep 2013 Sir B
st64
odd word, then
basking..
it overwhelms so...


1.
no easy answer
assuredly, no easy answer


2.
so much of calamity on the shores of light
hardly surprising
poor visibility


3.
if only..
if only......
if ONLY........

oh, if we could step out.. into space
and *really
see our beautiful globe
look at the wide oceans make up its ironic three-quarter
its lovely, blue smile
look at the earth in wonder
the earth with no border (nor **** boundary!!)

oh, how humbling

how I fall to knees
at that glorious sight of grace
fills the soul and feeds the core



yet
all I'm left with..
is

basking in glow of uncertain times




star toucher 64..                 4 sept



*(in hope yet.. I persevere sanity prevails us all)
i have nothing to say... after all, who am i?
oh, just a regular human bean, is all :/


sub-entry: TWO QUOTES


“You can walk around this culture now, as a proud supporter of the so called anti-war movement and it's made up of a lot of people I used to know …
I'd like for them to be asked more often than they are, if your advice had been taken over the last 15 or so years; Slobodan Milosevic would still be the dictator of not just Serbia but also of a cleansed and ruined Bosnia and Kosovo. Saddam Hussein would still be the owner of Kuwait as well as Iraq, he would of nearly have doubled his holding of the worlds oil. The Taliban would still be in charge of Afghanistan.
Don't you feel a little reproach to your so called high principle anti-war policy? Would that really have led to less violence, less cruelty?”
― Christopher Hitchens


“We'll fight back, we'll fight back, we'll fight back," a man near Doctor Stockstill was chanting. Stockstill looked at him in astonishment, wondering who he would fight back against. Things were falling on them; did the man intend to fall back upward into the sky in some sort of revenge?”
― Philip K. ****, Dr. Bloodmoney



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnOoNM0U6oc
 Sep 2013 Sir B
Austin Mosher
Yesterday's solace
Out of mind, out of sight
Standing stoic, in the wrong kind of light.
Windless ceiling fans,
And vibrant shades of black
Do not look now, but there's no turning back.
While the masses read
Books with empty pages
A voiceless storm across the sky rages.

*I'm probably not done writing this one. I feel like there's room for more in here. we'll see. Let me know what you think so far, I haven't heard from you guys in a while.
 Sep 2013 Sir B
echo
..
  It's the
      Why's?
            That Make the
                  Wise Wise
                         ..
haha... its true though :P

~ just a thought for today ~
 Sep 2013 Sir B
Seán Mac Falls
The dark woods circle the clearing.
The marsh birds, safe in their stalks,
Curtains to the yellow,
Cautiously wading.
Wick and wings — wand
Over, under leaves.
Merlin shoots — morning,
Smokes the light
Air.  

The woodland birds,
High and low,
Flick and feed,
Soon will turn,
To fallen
Seeds.
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