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#summery
im starting to listen to more upbeat, happy, summery songs. i can't describe what they sound like but they just feel like summer in every way. it's hard to explain. but im starting to feel that summer heat come through. it's making me want to go outside and feel the air. get sunburnt even. i wouldn't care. im just happy that summer breeze is back.
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Sep 28, 2025
Sep 28, 2025 at 7:37 AM UTC
summer breeze
<> "And then one day you came back home You were a creature all in rapture You had the key to your soul And you did open that day you came back to the garden The olden summer breeze was blowin' on your face The light of God was shinin' on your countenance divine And you were a violet colour as you Sat beside your father and your mother in the garden The summer breeze was blowin' on your face Within your violet you treasure your summery words And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine Ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden" In the Garden, song by by Van Morrison <> ***This touches me deep in the chest cavity, the palpitations of its internalizing echoing cavitations, a warning, go slow, choose your words wise and accrue, the mood, for the ache of creating, hurts, fevers me for I am but steps away from the garden, and its violet hues infused with fresh sunrising golden hazes, with kindly warmth, with warming kindnesses, touches, caresses my shoulders, begs me to stop crying, overcome, for I am overcome, eyes dropping wetting droplets, for find myself at the intersection, interlocking crossroads where perfect perfection begins and must meet its natural endings thoughts of capture, retentions, preservations, all impossibilities, challenges, see me, begging itinerant muses in the neighborhood to guide my hand, teach me newsome words, mine feel so old, so unworthy of this moment, hearing me solicit their Treasure of Summery Words but they won't, excusing themselves, that this in particular human has exercised, exorcised, all the tools in his ever diminishing capacity, time insufficient to learn a new calculus of addition and bid me calm my heaving chest, seize my tears, just add them to the brackish salted waters steps awaiting away live in this moment live within this poem, revisit it frequent, weep no more, your stilling heart weakened, take fast what is given now, and be contented, your treasury chest is full, overflowing with this summary of summery*** but I am not, cannot… 7:48:am jul 22
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Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 8:03 AM UTC
Within your violet, you treasure your summery words...
<> "And then one day you came back home You were a creature all in rapture You had the key to your soul And you did open that day you came back to the garden The olden summer breeze was blowin' on your face The light of God was shinin' on your countenance divine And you were a violet colour as you Sat beside your father and your mother in the garden The summer breeze was blowin' on your face Within your violet you treasure your summery words And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine Ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden" In the Garden, song by by Van Morrison <> ***This touches me deep in the chest cavity, the palpitations of its internalizing echoing cavitations, a warning, go slow, choose your words wise and accrue, the mood, for the ache of creating, hurts, fevers me for I am but steps away from the garden, and its violet hues infused with fresh sunrising golden hazes, with kindly warmth, with warming kindnesses, touches, caresses my shoulders, begs me to stop crying, overcome, for I am overcome, eyes dropping wetting droplets, for find myself at the intersection, interlocking crossroads where perfect perfection begins and must meet its natural endings thoughts of capture, retentions, preservations, all impossibilities, challenges, see me, begging itinerant muses in the neighborhood to guide my hand, teach me newsome words, mine feel so old, so unworthy of this moment, hearing me solicit their Treasure of Summery Words but they won't, excusing themselves, that this in particular human has exercised, exorcised, all the tools in his ever diminishing capacity, time insufficient to learn a new calculus of addition and bid me calm my heaving chest, seize my tears, just add them to the brackish salted waters steps awaiting away live in this moment live within this poem, revisit it frequent, weep no more, your stilling heart weakened, take fast what is given now, and be contented, your treasury chest is full, overflowing with this summary of summery*** but I am not, cannot… 7:48:am jul 22
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comes on shore, from heated airs, over a far away ocean, steals in with quiet hands, no thunderous  clapping, gently lifts, shakes, the woman’s long tresses, making them an even bigger tangled messes the irises standing proud ‘n tall, with their quiet applause, mm at the unfolding playlet observing, verdant spectacular every coloration, the sky spinning clouds, the lapping  waves keeping rhythm, that everyone hears differently, and all the discordant cacophonous agitations blends harmoniously and everybody smiles, everyone grins, all knowing that the all~knowing just sneezed
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Nov 2, 2024
Nov 2, 2024 at 9:14 AM UTC
the genteel breeze (a summery moment recalled)
Sinister glacial dissolution verge huge jagged icebergs reverberate nature extemporizing mock sinister debacle, sans bot mot, braggadocio, rodomontade, et cetera distinct, ear splitting, fractal heaving snap, crackle and pop, cacophonously fabulous, incredulously humongous, and thunderously voluminous cleanly cut, and/or jaggedly serrated, sheared into brittle spears whence huge packed floes crash into sea possibly loosing significant tidal wave irrefutably, evidently and directly linkedin with global warming, and greenhouse effect removed at safe distance within my man cave burrow, which doubles daily asthma fall out shelter (ideally scrutinizing human kind imprimatur seated facing an array of sophisticated computer modules) such albedo blinding, igloo jettisoning, and veto wanting phenomena will induce one to become slack-jawed at ice escapades exploits of gigantic iceberg expanses (some the size of Rhode Island) eerily fascinating, grimly haunting, yet inherently jarring since such dissent against he incursion evoked via humankind invariably spell terrestrially grammatically, environmentally, and climatologically dread locked hair raising drama scientist worth his/her salt could hedge bet against, asper predicting dire consequences survival of thee primate perhaps once exclusive fictional terrain, and silly raconteur fabrication of keen imaginative grade school pupil, which undeniable, lamentable, and irrefutable data imposes gamut of meteorological scenarios, none bode optimal for the human race as well other innocent flora and fauna particularly latter plenti full species directly, whose IdentityGuard under mined when an I opening illusion inimitable influx, and inescapable increase turns out to be no trickery prestidigitation, loopy hallucination or daddy long legs action to entertain claque of eager amusing children who, when said hypothetical boys and girls reach adulthood will live in World Wide Web bereft of animal and plant diversity whereby major metropolitan areas uninhabitable, though arctic vortex subjected lands once impounded with miles thick slabs of frozen water might offer temperate boot ness esse sea re: loch haven though at this schlepping shoulder shrug (physically and chronologically) all odds viz zit ting future generations only suitable within the realm of rumination, speculation, and tantalization.
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May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 12:56 AM UTC
Crevasse flexion insurrection
Sinister glacial dissolution verge huge jagged icebergs reverberate nature extemporizing mock sinister debacle, sans bot mot, braggadocio, rodomontade, et cetera distinct, ear splitting, fractal heaving snap, crackle and pop, cacophonously fabulous, incredulously humongous, and thunderously voluminous cleanly cut, and/or jaggedly serrated, sheared into brittle spears whence huge packed floes crash into sea possibly loosing significant tidal wave irrefutably, evidently and directly linkedin with global warming, and greenhouse effect removed at safe distance within my man cave burrow, which doubles daily asthma fall out shelter (ideally scrutinizing human kind imprimatur seated facing an array of sophisticated computer modules) such albedo blinding, igloo jettisoning, and veto wanting phenomena will induce one to become slack-jawed at ice escapades exploits of gigantic iceberg expanses (some the size of Rhode Island) eerily fascinating, grimly haunting, yet inherently jarring since such dissent against he incursion evoked via humankind invariably spell terrestrially grammatically, environmentally, and climatologically dread locked hair raising drama scientist worth his/her salt could hedge bet against, asper predicting dire consequences survival of thee primate perhaps once exclusive fictional terrain, and silly raconteur fabrication of keen imaginative grade school pupil, which undeniable, lamentable, and irrefutable data imposes gamut of meteorological scenarios, none bode optimal for the human race as well other innocent flora and fauna particularly latter plenti full species directly, whose IdentityGuard under mined when an I opening illusion inimitable influx, and inescapable increase turns out to be no trickery prestidigitation, loopy hallucination or daddy long legs action to entertain claque of eager amusing children who, when said hypothetical boys and girls reach adulthood will live in World Wide Web bereft of animal and plant diversity whereby major metropolitan areas uninhabitable, though arctic vortex subjected lands once impounded with miles thick slabs of frozen water might offer temperate boot ness esse sea re: loch haven though at this schlepping shoulder shrug (physically and chronologically) all odds viz zit ting future generations only suitable within the realm of rumination, speculation, and tantalization.
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There's a Sunset Boulevard on my skin, Shadows dancing on my cheeks And the sun caressing my chin.
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Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 7:22 PM UTC
Sunset Blvd
This Wallow Pad of the Ground Is my Nesting Place For the Riddle of my Fault Lines My Skin is Held Rag Drum to my  Hacked up Face This New-new me  is The Result of a Peculiarity Events Resulting in Butchery My Time Remains Expanding A Warm Spool A New Slumberless Spill of Years All this Time To Study this Horizon of Footfalls Or Instead To Retreat to my Summary Report That is Now the Retread of my Drying Mind.
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 1:28 AM UTC
Summary