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The year is 1958 and I am 14 yrs old on safari with my step dad and 2 of his friends it is night out on the Maasai Mara I sit by the fire listening to the talk and especially the tales the P.H.is telling of lions coming into safari camps at night and how one walked right through his tent one night while he slept..he noticed the tracks (pug marks) on waking now this was scary enough but it was the lions roaring out on the velt that along with his stories that gave me the shakes.
Daphne and ApolloContinue
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At night when the place is quiet..I sit alone
this is my dream time,
a time when I play my songs and let them take me
back to when I was young-and free.
Back when the world was like a three dimensional map
and I was free to go where and when I pleased.
I need this time alone
to dream. In the morning..or early afternoon if my Creator
smiles on me again I'll gladly face the day ..my loving wife beside me
cats surrounding me....but until then....…
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I wanted a good look at the old soldier's eyes
With a towel cross his shoulders to soak up the sweat…
Added by Michael Johnson on July 25, 2017 at 12:05am — No Comments
What are the energies of storm and weather that come and go? And what is "just us"? How do we tell the difference?
Why would we want to…Continue
The Ballad Of The Ice-Worm Cocktail Robert William Service
To Dawson Town came Percy Brown from London on the Thames.
A pane of glass was in his eye, and stockings on his stems.
Upon the shoulder of his coat a leather pad he wore,
To rest his deadly rifle when it wasn't seeking…
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Bessie's Boil - Poem by Robert William Service
Says I to my Missis: "Ba goom, lass! you've something I see, on your mind."
Says she: "You are right, Sam, I've something. It 'appens it's on me be'ind.
Added by Michael Johnson on July 21, 2017 at 8:20pm — No Comments
The Point of Healing
The point of healing seems not to just relieve pain but to create a body for The Upstairs Dept so THAT may reside in us and move freely.
Most of us avoid things that make us…Continue
This one reminds me of a friend I knew in Vietnam ..in the thick of battle or in the brothels of Saigon he was always trying to save my soul..in the end he saved his own and that's all that mattered..RIP Sammy
The Ballad Of Salvation Bill
'Twas in the bleary middle of the hard-boiled Arctic…Continue
Added by Michael Johnson on July 21, 2017 at 1:13am — No Comments
An outworn harlot, lost to hope,
With staring eyes and hair that's hoary
I hear her gibber, dazed with dope:
I often wonder what's her story.
I remember stories my granddad told me as a child of 12 about Cocaine and the damage it could do and how it was legal around the turn of the century and even though he ran booze during the prohibition years he never touched the stuff but a sister got addicted to it and died at 31.He recited this poem to me…Continue
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Who Are We And What Is IT?
Are we energy? We can feel, touch and see energy. But it seems we are something more that can’t be described, named or quantified like energy.
Are we the one…Continue
Being in Love
When you’re in love from your heart, from any person, from anything, it’s hard to be afraid of so many things.…Continue
Added by Jorgelito Hagens on July 19, 2017 at 3:30pm — No Comments
“Peace will come to the hearts of men when they realize their oneness with the universe. It is everywhere.”
“The Holy Land is everywhere.”
-Black Elk; Lakota Sioux medicine man
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Being our best friend
Being our own best friend is incarnating happy stuff like wild…Continue
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The Ballad of East and West
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat;
But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,
When two strong men stand face to face, though…
They turned him loose; he bowed his head,
A felon, bent and grey.
His face was even as the Dead,
He had no word to say.
He sought the home of his old love,
To look on her once more;
And where her roses breathed above,
He cowered beside the door.
She sat there in the shining room;
Her hair was silver grey.
He stared and stared from out the gloom;
He turned to go…
Added by Michael Johnson on July 17, 2017 at 12:23am — No Comments
It's a mighty good world, so it is, dear lass,
When even the worst is said.
There's a smile and a tear, a sigh and a cheer,
But better be living than dead;
A joy and a pain, a loss and a gain;
There's honey and may be some gall:
Yet still I…
Added by Michael Johnson on July 16, 2017 at 11:53pm — No Comments
The Joy Of Being Poor
Robert W. Service
Let others sing of gold and gear, the joy of being rich;
But oh, the days when I was poor, a vagrant in a ditch!
When every dawn was like a gem, so radiant and rare,
And I had but a single coat, and not a single care;
When I would feast right royally on bacon, bread and beer,
And dig into a stack of hay and doze like any peer;
When I would wash beside a brook my solitary shirt,
And though it…