the Himalayas rise
there is snow on the peaks
I watch it from my bed
I gaze and gaze at it
in the morning
as a little village girl goes by
sniffling with cold
I too am cold
it is chilly here in Tosh in May
but a young Israeli boy
took off his shirt
and stood on the fencepost of the guesthouse dancing
down was the deep green valley
all of us watched in admiration
the next day I went down to the waterfall
which from here is a beautiful whisper in the air
there are donkeys and a path
and pretty houses on the other side of the valley
and everywhere there are people smoking hash and relaxing
in the cafes and the guesthouses
it is almost like a pilgrimage smokers keep coming
and sit around smoking talking
I pull down my woollen cap my arms and back
feel the chill despite a thick sweater
despite a blanket and a four inch thick quilt
I roll my joints and smoke them alone
sometimes smoke them with others
I look at the hills and the valleys and the wooden houses
I look at the white peaks glowing in the sun
and talk about CCR and stained glass art with Michael from Norfolk
who’s going down the valley to another village for a party tonight
with his young Spanish friend
I talk about Bombay with Puneet and Manya from Kanpur
who’ve come here on a Bullet
Hash Heaven Manya says reading my mind as the joint passes on
to the four engineering interns from Delhi
and all the time I sip on ginger lemon honey
for my sore throat until on the last day it disappears
unlike the young Israeli girl’s pink laptop in a pink cover
found by the part time caretaker in the garden on a pink chair
she left behind last night because it was too dark
come again the guesthouse boys say to me as I pay them
what a scene I think how cool as I begin to leave the village
down the dung-clotted stone steps nodding to the smokers coming in.

Childhood the definition
Of destruction was engraved
An early grave leading to gray
It's meaning of oppression
Under the rants and raves
Splitting everything
separating nothing but two beds
Two lives held together by a child
Learning love in others
Watching what I never had
Family at times taking me I
White collar family
not having anything at all
Scattered from ego learning faith
From the earth that made us
From grandmothers love
Holding of different cultures
Mending and teaching
Till whipped away again
Learning self destruct
even by my own hand
Never understanding
Only by watching examples
Of the ones walking by I never knew
I'm rugged and worn
Though softly scorned
You've become a slave to your eyes
Making me a slave to your ego
Ashamed and loathed
Aloud you gloat ignoring my screams
Of leave me alone
You take a girl
with blood from her nose
Learning to heal wanting more
I've played crazy, am even flipped coins of what to write
Many at times where
From my heart but I as I stood and watched and my son as well
Helping with the pieces that fell
Has been around two
When you never knew
Some of you took in chime
As if I took the time
While luring make believe in others
Ruining my name
For the sake if an abusive brother
With paper trails of abuse
When children all but went insane
Since 1994 none of you
Not one man but one here
A little man has seen what we've been through
I was proud to experience life
For my first time and try
What everyone had done
As a normal day to day
Congratulations your point is proved
I hand all of you your imaginary game
Allowing your own brother to take the ring
As ashamed by your view
Of who you think
I may never be
Not one of you know me at all
But only one
Little man
And I miss my sons dates
His serenades, love letters to mamma, our pain only we know, a separation one by one you'll never know.
Unless you took the time
And this is not worth our time
I am ashamed in my self again
At having make excuses for the men
I've chose on my life
To cause much regret
This I will never tolerate again
I am drifting as my children
Are missing as we have
Not all been the same
This destroyed our lives
You are not men
Men knock on doors
With real names as did I
Once upon a time
Is now the end
Goodbye

Jose, I'm sorry I tried. Mom

Ok so the new mac software has a dictation program. I let it run during an animal physiology lecture, it was so funny I sort of turned it into poetry with a few modifications. (I took out words that it actually got right and were super science-y like T cells and also words like LRP that aren’t things and I only then changed punctuation and physical layout)

Let me know if you can find some meaning or humour in these found poems.

Steve bring it by

the new proteins bars

euros



without some for you

and your music

and also had pasta



see you

so he hears that

you first

use a euro or so

and phone

by a little while

see what is CCR



Heintz hearts tires

in this to the signal

Mickey’s

was so many years over many years.



He uses Stevens now

she is seeing proteins

and we don’t mayor

this is something for me and Olivia



So honestly it was something going on inside

and so is he is always something

when you see

here is the Winterlochen



7 mm,

one of the major cities,

you




search process

which look, it recognizes us

and what is the function ?



start by punching

in short call with the show

in law class this is a law



bread, espressos

:any

isolated



using my own postulations

to hear that fossil

fossil tires, the possibilities…

and here is a hot spot

deep blue sea

response was you

can see you later

mostly out you are

shouldn’t

parsing parties

and seems that all times

so we burgesses to see

whether these fees

so we are you

so busy

with the police officer



so this is the name

off for you Lisa

so is this needed ?

to serve on, since it’s always interesting

and if there is no proof

what is the man ?



Dennis, is the report from 17%?

raise my house and Sivula .

the left sense is the other

10% to leave myself

seven you get his sister.



Or from prefrontal cortex

you were able to listen

else and if we

so this show

on specific salsa

and effective T cell receptor activation





to decrease the settings

so sure so you transfected

as we buy one

a little simple

were able to game

is at seven

and we have two songs

this nonsense

if we were in Gennessee



tires times

who are noticed

that it is the same as control

were able to rescue the response

so by cars seem to be

a long *** tease you





Silverset

remember to Silversun

So we don’t

House and it’s just something so this shows



That Hughes

that Tersini

seems to be downstream

cheated is this

please rewrite Oterson



times we’ve started

for further brothers

specifically incontinence

ball, doesn’t you know the rest ?



of all conferences

and finish eyes gazing

into Cancun East



it’s consecutively

it doesn’t Vermarle



any if you have time

is there any messages

sorry

I was in response

to slight chance



you can also

it’s seven

and consider

you get a little more pronounced

decrease in Austin

so we see here

just curious

to be through soon

does it sound ?

and whether holiday,

actually awesome?

this medicine!

maybe you

got our road shows

to snooze constantly

is your sisters control as low ?

son



linguistically

“ hi you can see some more”

intense

bad

there’s greater

when an awesome

when you

Fogerty brothers
Join together
Rhythm Guitar the elder
Lyrics Voice and Lead the other

7 albums
Lyrics and tune
Not dated till date
When lonely  your comfort mate

Cook and Clifford
Bass and Drums
Joined the band
When they were very young


Blues and Country
Vocal and Political
Rivers Bayous and Wars
They sang em all


Every song a classic
Orchestration simplistic
Consistent pattern of their music
Path of the band highly individualistic
Simplicity the key to brilliance
No one followed it more than Creedence

Creedence named after a friend
Clearwater a commercial for Olympia Beer
Revival the 4 band members oath of  renewal

Songs about the war
Fought at Vietnam
Got them name and fame
International Rock band they became

Played at Woodstock

Hall of famers
Influenced future players

Differences cropped
Regarding the direction
Of the bands path
John carried the band
Others wanted their hand

Uneasy truce
Kept them glued
Mardi Gras
Lacked the class

Sign off album
Failed audience expectation
Bad blood broke the band
Never to perform again

Record company
All about the money
Label fantasy
Brought them to reality

5 songs to hit number 2
Album placed 500 weeks on the charts
Added more to their records
Reached the position
Aspired by everyone
Biggest Band in the World
Alone at the top
Next step downfall


Albums of the century
Every Album included
Songs of the Century
Also picked by many

Most DJed band in history
Playing as Soundtrack
In Hollywood films compulsory
Playing across Colleges and Universities
Mystic in their music
Reason for their longevity


Self titled album
Sold Platinum
Bayou Country
With Proud Mary
Record stores went dry
Green River
Second in the same year
Critical and commercial success
Churning out hits now just a process
Willie and the poor boys
Did the trick with a Hatrick
No one more prolific
In music & lyric
Cosmo's Factory
Anti Vietnam war battle cry
Sales skyrocketing
Platinums no more limiting
Pendulum a few months later
Last performance together
All original no cover
Goodbye CCR forever

I never knew why CCR always sang about the rain,
but it's like once it has full grip of the sky,
it's unstoppable.

The moisture almost makes me want to *****,
but there is nothing like fresh air.
It is the best medicine.

Sometimes, if you look hard enough,
the sky is running away from itself.

And the clouds,
they dangle off into islands where they dance their way to death

The dark clouds are scary
and intimadating but behind it is always sky.
So never fear, the sky always wins.

But lightning is the ****** to be afraid of!

Rain is actually the pussiest part of the storm.

So intense listenin'
to CCR
in me headphones
sippin'
Olde English 800.
Brings back memories
of bein' 16
with Joy in me bed(room)
painted bright red, strobe light flickerin'
kissin'
and her
scratchin'
me back.

Joy so constant we took it for granted
plugging jukeboxes with quarters
loading those noisy machines with B-sides
that only we had ever heard

Van Morrison's "Blue Money" bounced the skip
from station to station in the AM static
we loved that doowit dooey doop, doot door dooey doot, do doot
but the mystic sang of sweet things on the other side

"Saturday Nights Alright For Fighting ", tough ol' Elton John
worth a quarter to hear that song
flip that ***** get your money's worth
two songs there for the price of one

The Stones rocked "Brown Sugar" like slavers in heat
too young I was to understand
why the controversy, so many offended
I rarely chose it, though, cuz I loved "Sway"

"Sweet Hitch Hiker", CCR
sounded more like a razor than a tuned up car
do you remember "Door to Door"?
didn't think you would

"Children's Heritage" over "D.O.A."
"Generation Landslide" over "Hello Hooray"
"For Emily Whenever I May Find Her" over "Bridge Over Troubled Water"
yes, even

B-sides whenever possible
because the A-sides were all on the radio
why feed money to the jukebox for a song you can hear for free?
such are the economics and logic of the 10 year old music aficionado

Notes passed in class
notes scribbled in ink
Notes to remind
notes to forget
yesterday's to do is tomorrow's regret

Tell me they will remember me
Tell me the song they play at my Ending will be cool and not that one by Norah Jones.
Play my ashes Hey Jude, or,  I Get By With a Little Help-
from my friends,
Who will know when I am gone?
I got the invite in a song at a wedding in Mobile bay,
Maybe CCR or the Fleetfoxes gave it away:
the hints in these notes passed in class,
notes passed  on from the verse
notes to remember, letters to address,
yesterday's to do is tomorrow's forget.
And all I can say in my defense
(of this regret) is that I wanted
One song more, the one that wouldn't end.

Let's listen to CCR and drive through the town
Let's dig and plant and dig and plant
Let's watch the leaves and flowers sprout, growing more vibrant with each passing day
Let's do Small Things for each other, no expectations.
Let's just be us around each other,
And trust that we can find our way together

Can we watch the sun set and drink lemonade?
Can we go swimming and diving in the lake?
Can we take pictures of the frost on the windows, drawing hearts in it?
Can we make each other dinner?

If only you knew how I felt
If only you'll know how I'll feel
If only you felt the same

I want you so **** bad,
In the purest way possible.

I just wanna be yours.

me.gs

I was the youth wave once
groovy in the know
hip
then my twenty ninth birthday came and
I was still alive
not ready yet
to give it up saw
quite a future
in disco
then the ball dropped
on fifty
still I grooved
and held up my medallion
a Peace sign hung proud
around my neck
hair all down my back
a green Army jacket
on my arms
and  yes, still bell-bottomed jeans
and Roots boots just a little
protruding;
I just tie-dyed a new t-shirt,
sent my water pipe out for cleaning,
put CCR on the YouTube thing
tweeted
on my page ,
I am still here to all them
know it all youngens
who text at the speed
of light going through every
redlight

Death to the Knights of Columbus
Cristobal Colon-izer
Thomas Builds-the-Fire
A medicine man and wiser

If we can forgive our fathers
What then, my friend?
The future yet unwritten
3710

I like Southern Rock
CCR, Lynyrd Skynyrd
Rabbi Nahman believed
Always to be a beginner

I sit at the bar
Alex saved my Poe
Alex aware in Tucson
One man to Overthrow!

        But I slowly go

nineteen hundred and sixty-nine
when the hippie era was in its prime
half a million gathered on a dairy farm
milking only good vibes and peace charms

they sat in the fields day after day
smoking and tripping to no one's dismay
watching acts play even through the rain
Grateful Dead, CCR, and Jefferson Airplane

now to sum it up, what i really mean
is i wish i had a time machine
because although the 50s had boring old jocks
the 60s had ***, drugs, and Woodstock!