3 Poems Woven Togethr By A Thread (to All @ Chez Niz)

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(It all starts with Intent.)

 

Intent

 

 

Words like

Intentionality

gather around,

tightly circling sharks

with the smell of blood

written all over me.

and if I have nothing

left to barter & sell

or even give away

like an organ donation,

useless to the dead,

It's just because intent

turned itself

inside out and uses me

the best way it knows how:

 

when

I pour salt into my own wounds,

and I light up the sky.

 

 

(Then you find yourSelf)

 

 

Pawn Shop

 

 

 

How we keep finding one another

is no mystery,

some things like

massive grey elephant hides with

parchment ivory tusks and African ears,

bats with submarine or airplane sonar, Vampire teeth and

arm-chair wings,

are musical instruments,

if anything,

tuning forks of vibrations

in the manifestations of how God

plays the show like a standup comic,

steals all the good scenes and

winks in every detail,

hiding behind a dark pawn shop curtain

as you bring in the ticket

to buy back your soul.

 

 

(Now enjoy life in ecstatic Being--reunited in the Oneness of Life)

 

Shine

 

 

Darling, if you bring your empty cup of passion,

I'll bring you my song of joy, my body of ecstasy,

we'll meet in the golden cathedral

of falling leaves,

 

we'll make love until hell freezes over

we'll melt the sun, the fields of clover.

 

we'll die in one embrace

like all Lovers should,

beneath the stars, on the way to a

distant Alleluia

like burning crosses of wood,

like an echo

in a quiet Mosque,

like Venus and Mars,

 

we'll shine.

 

we'll shine.

[Guest guest]

> hiding behind a dark pawn shop curtain

> as you bring in the ticket

> to buy back your soul.

>

 

When I went into the hock shop

fully intending

this time

to redeem my soul

I saw a guitar

such a lovely little instrument

that I put a another mortgage

on my soul to pay for it.

I have bought women

and jobs

cars, outborad motors, tennis rackets

on the same terms there

before

[Guest guest]

> When I went into the hock shop

> fully intending

> this time

> to redeem my soul

> I saw a guitar

> such a lovely little instrument

> that I put a another mortgage

> on my soul to pay for it.

> I have bought women

> and jobs

> cars, outborad motors, tennis rackets

> on the same terms there

> before

>

Another version of the above:

 

When I went to the hock shop

to buy bck my soul

I laid my whole bankroll on the counter

and my watch, my harmonica

my golden keychain

my Gibson guitar

my french silverware

 

the man opened the chest

where my soul was kept:

thee was nothing but emptiness there.

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Nisargadatta , " tom " <jeusisbuen wrote:

>

> > When I went into the hock shop

> > fully intending

> > this time

> > to redeem my soul

> > I saw a guitar

> > such a lovely little instrument

> > that I put a another mortgage

> > on my soul to pay for it.

> > I have bought women

> > and jobs

> > cars, outborad motors, tennis rackets

> > on the same terms there

> > before

> >

> Another version of the above:

>

> When I went to the hock shop

> to buy bck my soul

> I laid my whole bankroll on the counter

> and my watch, my harmonica

> my golden keychain

> my Gibson guitar

> my french silverware

>

> the man opened the chest

> where my soul was kept:

> thee was nothing but emptiness there.

 

 

 

 

 

just like the inside of your Gibson Axe?

 

I have a Gibson Flying V... solid body..

 

like my Man Freddie King's..

 

and it has a lot of soul too...

 

plays like it does anyway.

 

i'd say i owned it... but it owns me.

 

empty soul and all.

 

 

..b b.b.

[Guest guest]

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> just like the inside of your Gibson Axe?

>

> I have a Gibson Flying V... solid body..

>

> like my Man Freddie King's..

>

> and it has a lot of soul too...

>

> plays like it does anyway.

>

> i'd say i owned it... but it owns me.

>

> empty soul and all.

>

>

> .b b.b.

>

The Gibson guitar was a bit of poetic license . Do you suppose I

would trade a Gibson for such an inconsiderable trifle?

[Guest guest]

Nisargadatta , " tom " <jeusisbuen wrote:

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> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> > just like the inside of your Gibson Axe?

> >

> > I have a Gibson Flying V... solid body..

> >

> > like my Man Freddie King's..

> >

> > and it has a lot of soul too...

> >

> > plays like it does anyway.

> >

> > i'd say i owned it... but it owns me.

> >

> > empty soul and all.

> >

> >

> > .b b.b.

> >

> The Gibson guitar was a bit of poetic license . Do you suppose I

> would trade a Gibson for such an inconsiderable trifle?

 

 

LOL!

 

..b b.b.