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May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
Duke said,
“People pray in many different languages
and God hears them all.”
I’m equally a Jew and Muslim,
both living in perfect peace within me.
I’m a little bit Baptist and a little bit Episcopal.
I yearn to swim in the living waters,
and hunger for the cup and bread.
I’m more of a Quaker then a Buddhist.
Only because I’m American and I can’t speak good Chinese yet.
But Buddha’s Lamp is my constant companion,
illumining my every step in this dark world.
I’m also equally composed of east and west Indies
and sometimes even druid.
The Great Spirit and Tantric arts
remain mysteries to me.
I only know them by feeling.
And yes our Afro Heritage.
The drums, the whistle, the dance,
synchronizes our heart beat
to The Beneficent One’s finger taps.
Yes we celebrate The Holy Spirit
with cymbal, voice and drum.
I am a full dues paying member
to the 2nd Hoboken Chapter
of the Unitarian Universal Catholic Church Respectively.
We meet down the block from Sinatra’s Synagogue.
We are all apostles and responsible
for our small spaces that we rent here on earth.
I know I’m 100% Zoroastrian.
I am mesmerized by the fire.
My heart aches for the light.
I tend tiny candles
and listen for the lonely fire
of Coltrane’s sax.
I’m a nun and
a Thelonious Monk.
We run an inn for weary and lost travelers.
We build hospitals to cure the infirm;
and schools to teach the golden rule of love.
We try to do things differently.
Dizzy practiced the Behai faith.
“OOM BOP SHE BAM” I pray.
Music Selection:
Dizzy Gillespie,
Swing Low Sweet Cadillac
jbm
Oakland
12/26/98
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 8:29 AM UTC
TENOR:
My love!
My first bassoon!
The one - who taught me loves sweet tune!
{DRUMS}
GONE! GONE! - GONE! GONE!
TENOR:**
My love!
My sweet La Lune!
She came - and then was lost so soon!
{DRUMS}
GONE! GONE! - GONE! GONE!
SOPRANO:
My love!
My great Maestro!
The one - who taught me all I know!
TENOR:
Why?
Why did she go?
Why did she - L..E..A..V..E... - M..E?
{DRUMS}
GONE! GONE! - GONE! GONE!
BARITONE:
My sweet La Lune! - She plays her tune
Upon a shiny new bassoon!
My sweet La Lune! - She plays for me
Oh such ****** symphony!
{BRASS}
OOM PAH PAH! - OOM PAH PAH!
TENOR:
What's this?
I spy La Lune?
Blowing bassoon - a new c-o-n-d-u-c-t-o-r?
His baton -
She's sat upon!
It seems she's found - a new i-n-s-t-r-u-c-t-o-r!
{DRUMS}
GONE! GONE! - GONE! GONE!
SOPRANO:
My love!
My new found love!
How I adore - your o-r-c-h-e-s-t-r-a-t-i-o-n!
And with -
Your dextrous hands -
You fill me with - a-n-t-i-c-i-p-a-t-i-o-n!
BARITONE:
My love!
My new found love!
You light me up - a shining c-a-n-d-l-e!
And with -
Your dextrous lips -
My baton loves - to feel your H-A-N-D-E-L!
{BRASS}
OOM PAH PAH! - OOM PAH PAH!
TENOR:
The end!
The end is nigh!
And they must die! - There's no denying!
But how -
To pay them back?
For they deceived - me with there l-y-i-n-g!
CHORUS:
The end!
The end is nigh!
And they must die! - There's no denying!
TENOR:
Upon my word - I will make them pay!
Upon my word - they will die THIS DAY!
{TRIANGLE}
TING!
{CURTAINS CLOSE - END OF ACT 1}
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 7:29 AM UTC
Daar's 'n droogte in Namakwaland
Daar's 'n droogte by die see
Droogte skeil in Weste-winde
Wat oor ons mense vee
En as ons in ons diepstes
met ons gewete oorleg pleeg
merk ons ook die droogte
wat deur ons jeug beweeg
Geen meer: "jammer oom"; dis als net jy en jou
Weg -die dae van asseblief; dis "gee dit vir my nou"
Vergeet die ring, dis uit my ding, niks gewag totdat jy trou
dis oopmondkou , dis sharrap nou, 'n treurspel om te aanskou
en ek as buitestander, van die leuens en van die leed
ek kan rus met die wete, daar is 'n tent vir my gereed
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
Die donker dans in daai kind se oe
kyk *** die duiwel om hom draai en
walts met die doodsdonker nag
op die ritme van sy swak hart.
Die kind se swak hart
natuurlik bosluis die duiwel hom
toe op die bloedjie se bloed
tot sy are net gal spoeg.
Tant San se hy speel met vuur...
en sit op die doringdraad
tussen hierdie span en die ander
wie hy altwee lelik speel.
Oom Jaap se hy snuif hom slim
die gom is maar om sy hart weer
aanmekaar te plak en die spirits
vir die graffiti op sy spirit en sy soul
maar mens praat nie so van God se kind nie
die laaitjie praat met engele
en gaan eerder hemel toe as jy...
want geen mens gan tweekeer hell toe nie.
Hy wag net om te dooi...
Sjame , die arme kind.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
****** is so subtle in english society
that you almost seem to enjoy it
as if a comeback, but instead
what you should be expecting
is finding Las Vegas in a can of sardines;
those G.I.s were really thirsty on **** juice,
at war they used to drink the preservative oils
keeping the sardines hardly handy, thinking
of their girlfriends... mm meow moo oo.
spoke the tongue for 22 years and they still
think i have a Romanian accent...
lucky ************* i too thought i was sending
the Brits back to the concentration camps
of construction sites... no wait... there's
an office argument: we need new toasters among
other digital applications to push the button...
send in the chemical brothers... and a few Jamaican monkeys
should you have forgotten your riff of:
oom sah la la... sa la la see'h mambo'h;
hey, keep the bald eagle handy on your shoulder,
you never know when it might become a skin eagle.
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC
De beste kerst is
kerstmis met rode wijn
en gerst en nat
en koud en sneeuw van goud dat,
dartelend, de lucht kartelend,
neer dwarrelt.
De beste kerst heeft koord gevroren,
zilver glinsterballen om de oren
van de takken van de boom.
Wat ben jij groot geworden,
moeder, neef en nicht en oom,
ze drinken koffie na het eten,
doen *** best niet te vergeten
dat ze nog moeten rijden,
wetende dat we op de simpelweg
elkaar met gezelligschap kunnen verblijden.
De beste kerst is draagzaam over lange afstand,
ondanks de periodes zonder elkaar.
De beste kerst is nu, een beetje al vandaag
en een beetje uitkijken naar die van volgend jaar.
De beste kerst is schappelijk, aannemelijk tevredenheid,
de beste kerst is profiteren van het feit
dat mensen al jaren godheden vereren,
zonder gevoelens te bezeren.
De beste kerst is middelmaat, onwetendheid.
Want zij zijn zalig, heilig, zacht getroffen,
daar zij tevreden zijn met een trui of nieuwe sloffen.
Zonder beter moeten, hebben, zijn,
je wint maar niemand vindt dat fijn.
Het waar geluk zit dan vanbinnen,
dus laat het avondmaal beginnen.
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 7:36 AM UTC
Psychic type with no
Emotional energy?
Abra fled; no spoons.
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 11:44 AM UTC
Buddy Holly sings in Neptune galactic pub
Every day in the after life, I
Come here to sing this great song and think
About my life on earth
You see, old mate, I was so very famous
And my death was recorded on the film La Bamba
Yes, it was a real oom life for me, oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah yeah
You see when I see my next life doing his wander
At the show toward the roller coaster
I always thought, I missed all my friends on planet earth
I lived my life down there to the fullest
And everyone went to see me play at the theatre
And I noticed that they had Buddy Holly shows still on
So old people like me, can keep me living on yeah, yeah, oh yeah yeah
As soon as I died with Valens and the big bopper
I thought I will never be a cool show stopper
But everyone who loved me on earth,can
Still see me performing on Saturn , Jupiter , neptune
And I also tried Mercury too, ooh ooh ooh ooh
The back up bands are better here
I can enjoy singing and drink my beer
Because I ain't the man I was on earth
You see, mate I was so immortal dude, oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
So now if you want to **** yourself, because you don't want to suffer
Think about the time you had on earth, and see if it is really worth it
To end your life on earth really, mate, do you wsnt that
Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So let's party on Mercury tonight, get down
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 4:23 AM UTC
Buddy Holly sings in Neptune galactic pub
Every day in the after life, I
Come here to sing this great song and think
About my life on earth
You see, old mate, I was so very famous
And my death was recorded on the film La Bamba
Yes, it was a real oom life for me, oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah yeah
You see when I see my next life doing his wander
At the show toward the roller coaster
I always thought, I missed all my friends on planet earth
I lived my life down there to the fullest
And everyone went to see me play at the theatre
And I noticed that they had Buddy Holly shows still on
So old people like me, can keep me living on yeah, yeah, oh yeah yeah
As soon as I died with Valens and the big bopper
I thought I will never be a cool show stopper
But everyone who loved me on earth,can
Still see me performing on Saturn , Jupiter , neptune
And I also tried Mercury too, ooh ooh ooh ooh
The back up bands are better here
I can enjoy singing and drink my beer
Because I ain't the man I was on earth
You see, mate I was so immortal dude, oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
So now if you want to **** yourself, because you don't want to suffer
Think about the time you had on earth, and see if it is really worth it
To end your life on earth really, mate, do you wsnt that
Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So let's party on Mercury tonight, get down
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
Een blondje,
niet gevallen,
niet haar mondje?
Een brunetteje in een flatje
dat een zetje
nodig heeft
of een verzetje om haar te vertellen dat ze leeft?
Een roetje, roet en zwartje
met een zoeter peperkoekenhartje
of een harde met een oom en tante,
muts en ovenwanten
en een sjaal om te verbergen
dat ze last heeft van constante
onzekerheden die door merg en
lijf en leden?
Een lieve, die me troost
en ik mag troosten.
Een zachte die om me lachen kan,
zicht heeft op haar werk en kroost
en ik mag kroosten.
Maar wat wil je dan?
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 11:47 PM UTC
De beste kerst heeft licht gevroren,
zilveren glinsterballen om de oren
van de takken van de bomen.
Wat ben jij groot geworden,
moeder, neef en nicht en oom.
We drinken koffie na het eten,
doen ons best niet te vergeten
dat we nog moeten rijden,
wetende dat we op de simpelweg
elkaar met gezelligheid kunnen verblijden.
De beste kerst is verdraagzaam, traag,
ondanks periodes zonder elkaar.
De beste kerst is nu, een beetje al vandaag
en een beetje uitkijken naar die van volgend jaar.
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 8:25 AM UTC
They are proclaiming their allegiance to God
With the loud voice of brass
Their only audience is the rain
And a few disinterested pedestrians
Walking home from the pub or newsagent
On a Sunday afternoon.
Does their faith make them impervious
To the condition of the weather
As well the general lethargy that greets them.
Smart groomed uniforms, buttons gleaming
Bright shining instruments, oom pah!
The battle cry of their religion
They all look so ****** healthy and happy
Do they really know something I don't
Or are they the ones missing the point
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 6:11 AM UTC
It is really ******
When you don't get any *****
Especially when there's plenty
Some big and
Some small
With some imaginations,
The is no limitations.
You'll be pretty lucky if you get any at all.
Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah!
Where's all the hoes
Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah!
Nobody knows...
They may impose if your member grows
They will go...oom-pah-pah!!
If you've had the odd glass
You'll end up in the long grass
Hopefully with a nice gal but you'll just have to see.
Secretly you'd try it,
And **** her on the quiet,
And If she was a fat girl,
Then that's what she'd be.
Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah!
It really shows
Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah!
What may transpose...
Where's he been putting his red ended hose?
Maybe it's...oom-pah-pah!?
There's a girl called Sally
Who's waiting in the valley,
Flashing her pink love hole to all of the men.
They can see her **** *****
Those tasty little fish traps,
she would want a few men, at least nine or ten
Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah!
Everyone goes.
Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah!
Queuing in rows...
Whether she's dressed, or not wearing clothes --
They'll all get...oom-pah-pah!
She had a very wet ****
Now she's on another a **** hunt.
She's let the fellows ***** up, and *** along.
It was so good trying
With so much ***** flying
She's glad to get their ***** in
And she's still going strong.
Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah!
Her **** always flows
Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah!
She's one of the pro's...
She used to be such a sweet blushing rose
Until she had...oom-pah-pah!
It was such a pity
When she moved to the city
Especially when she's ****** men
Some short and
Some tall
She's had her temptations
With all the variations,
When she's in the country she's having a ball
Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah!
There's highs and there's lows.
Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah!
It's how the wind Blows
They all propose to her naked expose
When they want...oom-pah-pah!
Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah!
She wares pretty bows
Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah!
On her naked toes.
They all suppose its her lucky pose
When she's had...oom-pah-pah!!
Oom-pah-pah!
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 11:59 AM UTC