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jeffrey robin Jan 2011
bougainvillea!
oh bougainvillea!

what a bougainvillea day!

as we wander the countryside in search of eachother!

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amid the vitriol and the petrol and the pain

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amid the words and the imagry

the politicians and the total a--holes

the wasted love and the wasting lovers

the human bodies in full decay!

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(and you and I perhaps

amid dreary dreams seeking the one sky's "opening"

seeking the one god's grace

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but then

we sing!!!!!

"bougainvillea!
bougainvillea!!!

what an immensely boring bougainvillea day!"

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we could of said

"i love you"

but we were too afraid



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Brea Brea May 2013
I am a dreamer
my mind is always dreaming
silence please
as the imagry flows over me, an artist at work
a spiritual master
dreams keep me strong
I am strong so long as I'm able to dream
it makes me weak in the heart
keeps me from folding apart
Dreaming is my ave. Maria
she is always with me, in my heart
dreaming is my messiah
dreaming is my salvation
it leads me where to go
helps me to recognize and to know
it is the breeze that brings me upon the desires and wishes of my heart
containign all that I know
a message I like to impart
it preaches on where forth, I should go
Dreaming is the ideal
it is the amniotic fluid
Dreaming alerts me to the presence of the creator
as they are present in myself
dreaming as would a child
helps me hold onto my light
dreaming as would a lover
enderaing and selfless at first sight
dreaming as does a mother
with endless love and all that is good and right
dreaming as would a spiritual leader
with pure divine insight, from which my actions recite
dreaming protects me from worry and woes
but it gives me an empathetic soul
The power of go
dreaming, causes illusion, to stille my saddness
give meaning and worth to the poor
helps my mindful intentions to soar
karen hoose Nov 2010
I am opening my upside and breathing more deeply as of now. NOW. Breathe deeply. Exhaling NOW and slowly once more I take in the oxygen as deep as I can get it to come in. I feel the small of my back and **** cheeks filling up with the air like a raft for lounge in the pool in summer.
As I am bretheing deeply: inhale. Exhale. I am also envsioning within my mnd's eye. The Field of Pure Potentiality and imagry as detailed as reality are my canvas and today I am painting a brand new Me.
Me envisioning myself as already being * that New Improved version of myself. I create the details of my ****** frequency on high, easy nature, mellow and aloof, classy and cool, beautiful and crafty, opportunity magnet, money magnet, I feel the feeling I have when I am being this Karen I envision. Ideal Self.
I am magnetizing more and more revealed the Self I am envisioning Now as I meditate upon these words I write in *this moment
.

This moment: it is your before, the yesterday of a today when readers who have consciousness which I seek to relate within and connect to are receiving this, the message at hand.

Do I have a message? Random thoughts are my specialty. The style which I possess when randomly stumbling thru my brainwaves, however, makes the character essence whom y'all feel here, NOW as you are breathing deeply and envisioning all this an appealing and marketable voice.

Importance as to the words will always vary, of course. He wants me to write more and I am writing more NOW as I breathe deeply and envision the youth of my cellular condition- my skin, my hair, the white teeth, smooth and unlined face - is shifting NOW, drastically balancing and adjusting the knobs of my Radio Control Tower of Self back to Optimum Prime Status.

Slime. That can certainly be a worthy message, I believe it is so! Have you ever gone inside someone else's home and it is filthy to a degree that yu feel very uncomfortable with the idea your leg - though covered with the jeans you are wearing - might touch any surface in the place. You catch yourself tense all over from clenching yourself in order to not have a physical encounter with any wall or furniture blobness around you.... There is a slime in tese places, is there not? I am revealing here and now that Slime is the residue of bad people! Iam not saying only bad people will have slime or slimy-ness afoot, but slime is also the bad person potential washed off (or flung off) of them.
The main way to win the battle with slime and grime is to move the molecules about. Scrubbing, bleaching, scrubbing again, wiping, you are moving the molecules about and that is how to beat dirt and slime every time.

Ne'mind! This is a new catch phrase I have all kinds of people catching on to these days. It is a slanged/slurred version of "nevermind" which originated with Gavin when he was three. I watched him every day for about 6 months and he was a holy terror. I
run-on sentence styl without editorial proof of reading.... bear with it? please! lol
jeffrey robin Sep 2010
all the oil is gone from the gulf
all we have to worry about
are vampires

YOU GO AWAY FOR A DAY AND WHAT IS HERE?
VAMPIRES....AGAIN

simple images of ourselves
and what we do to eachother

images of our false love disquised
as imagry....in imaginary terms

YOU GO AWAY FOR A DAY AND WHAT IS HERE?
VAMPIRES....AGAIN

you try to truly love but
the "people" want VAMPIRES

to **** their stinking blood
and give them excuses
for the blood they ****

YOU GO AWAY FOR A DAY AND WHAT IS HERE?
VAMPIRES....AGAIN

AND LOVERS.....AS SUCH

come

beyong the imaginary grief we feel
beyond the imaginary images of revenge
that thrill us to the core of our unworthiness

beyond the death we  worship
we are truly dead

YOU GO AWAY FOR A DAY AND WHAT IS HERE?
VAMPIRES....AGAIN

and
so sad to say

WE ARE HERE

VAMPIRES!

******* death
as such

pretending that the oil
is gone from the gulf!
jeffrey robin Jul 2010
the empty theater!
the actors

"crowd upon the stage"
but the writer has fled
(afraid of the censors)

the set designer
is working on
setting up a scene

of mass slaughter
and war

replacing pixar imagry
with real bodies
as ordered  to
by the WAR MACHINE

people having *** with either ***
indiscriminatingly

and JUSTICE is for sale openly
in the court rooms
and the legislature

the actors cannot play human beings
because they have never
been one or
seen one

the writers have fled sanity
and the censors

the theater is empty now
only the graveyards
have ""clientele"

mother earth is dying

only lovers
like myself
are feeling well
jeffrey robin Jul 2010
THE HOT ROAD UNDER THE ONE SUN

(and has the oil in the gulf
really stopped it's flow?)

and simply, we don't care
cause simply, we don't know

LOVE'S LIKE THAT, AINT IT!!..?

still clinging to false hope
that mr goodbar or missy-poo

will say "i love you" and ***** you good

and
GO AWAY OR STAY

(leaving the decision "up to you"
your  puppy dog in human guise
you use and abuse

because you can and want to)

ah the subtle power of our poetry
to hid our crimes and our carelessness
the power of convoluted imagry
to make of our lovelessness
a tale of love

our lovelessness.........
...............................the world's pain
jeffrey robin Jul 2010
the empty theater!
the actors

"crowd upon the stage"
but the writer has fled
(afraid of the censors)

the set designer
is working on
setting up a scene

of mass slaughter
and war

replacing pixar imagry
with real bodies
as ordered  to
by the WAR MACHINE

people having *** with either ***
indiscriminatingly

and JUSTICE is for sale openly
in the court rooms
and the legislature

the actors cannot play human beings
because they have never
been one or
seen one

the writers have fled sanity
and the censors

the theater is empty now
only the graveyards
have ""clientele"

mother earth is dying

only lovers
like myself
are feeling well
jeffrey robin Jul 2010
images......resting so subtley on the eye
and with a power all their own
and with a "direction" ............so hard to find

painting a picture ...can you tell
one body from another?

each a special .....lover
each so vital if you wish to "go home"

imagry.....who are the "masters?"
who ,...the "slaves?"

and who the simple "human beings?"

as death circles all around
the ROAD surely must be seen

and the SECRET PASSAGEWAYS
..................
images......resting so subtley on the eye
and with a power all their own
Virtuous Nov 2018
So many words
Spinning chaoticly through my head
Trying to catch them
And create a thread
Of sentences
Metaphors
And imagry
jeffrey robin Dec 2015
// || \

Thru rainy days

I see her in 1000 mystic stories

In the darkness of 1000 strange places

)(

With the same bright eyes

And face

""

she been around a long  time

Same as me

""

The sweet Indian chant fills the night

With naked visions of soft hands

On the holy breast or breath

Of the sacred mother

Of the sacred sister

Of the sacred daughter

The light falling thru everywhere

)(

( just as an aside --

Arent you all sick of the violent imagry

The name calling and race baiting

That permeate every aspect if our discourse ? )

)(

The frieght train thru the cold night

On the red engineer's car

The owl sits in rigid silence

A vulture circles from so very high

:/:

She my love knows every boy

Each father

Each little brother

She knows all shadows

And  all who live within



She gonna be around forever

~~

She shall hold you close

And take you home



The rest is up to you


.
Jeffrey Robin May 2016
,



The memory of a decayed love

Raised to the level of reality

::

Our MINDS

Proclaimed to be

Masters of the world !


///


Soft & frail

We die in such

Ignoble ways

""

Filling ourselves with

Useless imagry

Which tell nothing


Of who we are




True love needs true lovers  


Who walk the real earth and SEE

All the suffering  

And choose to stay a while

//


.
Jeffrey Robin Sep 2016
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Oh gentleness


The sweet girl comes walking
All the boys are watchin

Oh yeah

Thinking about destiny


//


all the mighty stories

Like the flood waters

Knocking down all the trees

Even pullin all
The roots from the ground

,,


Love so fragile

Only "captured"
In tiny fragments of imagry

Subtle memories


And in a child's eye

X

Oh YE silly boys !

There 's ALWAYS a sweet girl
Walkin by

Open up your jaundiced eye!


And see !



X

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