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FERRY.
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At dark of night,gentle touch on your body.
lying on home span leaf of date palm tree.
hatred mind, deep that hungry.
though i shall make a ferry.
gently touching on that beautiful till he is reluctant.
at dark of night like a sailor of my ferryboat.
my boat is ferrying on that dangerous river.
but the taste of same, i did not get ever.
no there is no blame of a man.
why take risk at dark of night,boat may sink than.
hatred eyes till waits with hungry. you will enjoy with hungry and take that chastity
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We populate our LeftBrain language with nouns.
We populate our RightBrain relational verbs with objects,
with objectives,
cooperatively positive
and competitively mistrusted
as notnot double-binding negative.
We populate this bicameral life with animated subjects
and unanimated,
static objects.
We animate Earth-bound sensory experience
with dynamic integrity toward growth
regenerate maturation of health,
and dynamic disintegration toward dissonance
decaying pathologies.
We dynamically learn with Earth's animate objectives
which are ergodically abundant rhythms of integrity
and which are also destined for,
at risk of,
negative correlational exformation,
co-arising decomposition,
reverse notnot ergodic,
one dynamic system moving backward through time
toward embryonic beginnings
of hypostatic uniting integrity's potential,
rebirthing new creolic animism,
a new systemic word for what had been two or more.
We ergodically populate relational languages
retelling embryonic creation
and desecration stories,
rhythm spiraling spacetime patterns
of nature-spirits
nondual
co-arising from seasons,
spring birth toward death of winter's stasis,
forecasting summer's diastatic maturation
for repopulating autumn's language harvest
of creolizing relationships,
degenerate implied within
dynamic positive regenerate erections,
objectives,
objects,
reasons for ergodic fertile seasons
yet to dynamically co-arrive.
Doubt is a powerful thing
It can destroy anything
In one instant like a brush
Of a hand over freshly painted
Beautiful colorful canvas
Leaving messy disarray of paint
Covering delicate faint
Spring’s blooming Scent
That was emerging from
The artist’s creative mind
The deeper you drown
In your own minds dawn
Nagging burning doubt
Eats you from inside out
You risk getting lost
And never to be found
In the realm of tricky doubt
Doubt is a dangerous thing
When you start thinking
That the world is not
What you expected it to be
And you get carried away
With you doubts like
An addict who gets high
And drowns in his own
Feverishly galloping mind’s
Muddy sucking ground
Sinking deeper and deeper
In an alluring sweet bitter
World of your own
Overpowering doubt
And getting lost forever
In the jungle of your
Own mysterious mind
The way we will travel will
Determine how we approach
Doing what humans do.
The Prairie Dog Connecter
Is an idea to bring the future
To travel and creating
Environmental solutions to
Futuristic travel.
A underground tunnel with
Service roads and stores and
Lodging to ensure the safety
Of traveling in our bearing
Future. Underground boring
To create safer traveling
In our new world.
Putting people were they are
Needed. Providing communication
Medicaid, supplies, repair services
And commercial and lodging so
All people are safe and the risk
Or exploitation is reduced.
Wisdom can outline the proposal
To illustrated both our objectives
and goals. Water collection and
Waste recycling stations monitored
By people who know what they are
doing.The stakes are high, but we
Can meet the challenge to
Succeed to create traveling systems
That are envied and are illustrated
Models for the rest of the world!
The house is lonely now.
Life is going to be lonely now. More than my dog, my friend.
If not for my family I don't think I could deal with this. I wouldn't be alive if not for her.
She was my friend.
I don't ever want another, not fair they have such short lives. Thank you for spending your life with me. ..
My heart is heavy. Most of me wished I could go with her. Life has never been good for me. Love, I think is not worth the pain.
Life was better when I felt nothing..
I'm thankful for the time we had together.
You taught me to control my rage. Cause I didn't like to scare you. You kept me free cause I would never do something to risk losing you.
I lose you anyway.
Love is pain.
I wish to cry
....So I do....
I feel so much pain right now.
Because I allow myself to feel love.
The shadow fell over my heart.
Can I go on . I have no choice.
You was as my child.
I know I'm still human. Cause I'm hurting inside my soul.
Love is pain.
Life isn't so bright.
I lost my light.
Do I want to go on. No not really. But I will.
Got no choice.
I love you Jinjin.
Goodbye baby girl.
I was getting really restless,
The proverbial ANTS IN THE PANTS.
Feeling SORRY for myself;
My LIFE had no romance.
I went to see my doctor,
But he didn’t have a CLUE.
If there’s no OPERATION for it,
He doesn’t know what to do.
My days were a SEQUENCE of TRIVIAL PURSUITS;
Likewise my evenings and nights.
Always too timid to take a RISK,
How could I put things to rights?
And so I took a TICKET TO RIDE,
To visit a therapist.
And he was very quick to SPOT IT,
The condition my doctor had missed.
He judged my case to PERFECTION.
He hit the nail right on the head.
It seems I’m addicted to board games,
An illness quite common he said.
It seems I don’t have a MONOPOLY,
And he told me just what I should do.
I have to get out more, with lots of fresh air.
From now on board games are TABOO.
You and I in a wrongful strong connection,
Is this too much and a real big vexation?
You loved me at first and it was ill sweet.
I find it so bad but a real great mistake.
We’re all different in all angles of our lives.
Our age and culture are like those opposite knives.
Love is ruthless and I’m playing things hard,
Fearless to put my things in those bloody thorns barred.
Will love suffice if we’re not the same?
Imagine us in a one trouble fool game.
Odds are waiting and are incredibly thrilling,
Take a flight and risk things that are worthwhile living.
You and I came from different wonders of the world,
Opposite attracts like a melodious songs of unfold.
Trying to be ready facing these unseen consequences,
Odds might be surreal but a risk taking breathless.
North and South are fighting again
Wasting lives, money, future and fun
War is hell; there, everybody is on the run
Nonsense is their common sin.
Live and let leave
Love and let live
Love and let leave
Leave and let love
Leave and let live
Live and let love.
We are passing by Kenya
West and East are fighting again
There is a major fire in Nigeria
Let’s burn all the guns for fun.
Without guns, we will be safer
Less dead bodies, less wounded victims
Less pain and suffering, less anger, less rancor
Let’s build coalition and create more teams.
Leave and let live
Love and let live
Live and let love
Love and let leave
Leave and let love
Live and let leave.
Let’s live in peace
East and West can become one piece
Let’s take a risk to love
All directions: north, west, under and above.
Hebert Logerie Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Drapes clashing from a clear, dark night
The remarkable scene- the risk I must take flight
Don't listen to all the commotion
You are an attrition to hunger
Save it for leftovers
Molded out of anxiety
Have no fear
Fate is far from here
Nurture in burning threat
Appease to sorrow
Deny it...no borrowing from the library
Take your flight, you sunlit fairy
On a cloudless, scarlet sky
The stars will motionlessly
Churn your fate to royal destiny
Take your flight, feel free to flee
Out of the grip of society's downfalls
Replace it with honor...be my hero for good
Your traits are nothing sinister
As a carefree, scarlet night
Conquer the unfailing life
Taking away all the sporadic soars
Please take away the malaise and
Don't burn me up, majestic star
Space of wonders
How could you burn our hearts?
How could you mutter those
Floating aspirations?
Canceling your circulations
Tangled by lips-spoken twist of lies
Pouring out misunderstood darkness
Outriding the black hole
Who knows what these dark shadows reveal
It's mysteries-- as hard as a bolt to a door
Thrive to carry on,
you carefree infant
Untie the tightening ceases
I'm unable to catch up...reach out
Overcome this rotting intuition
Severe, sincere sunshine
Hear my morning mourning
It whispers:
"Goodbye to midnight lust...
Good morning to betrayal"
Good morning...
To you, oh miserable soul!
River of weeping wonders
Pass by with a suitable
Recognizable, scarlet bliss
Send love swimming in
Open water
Fulfill it with
Morning deligh
Her reemergence into my relatively reclusive reality
was tantamount to the scary sensation a victor perceives shortly prior to victory,
the feeling that you could prevail if time would just evaporate suddenly,
extinguishing the crowding curve that an opponent may still win,
the situation wasn't that dire,
Nevertheless,
Embers became fire,
flames transformed into dangerous desire
and wishes remained whimsical,
we began by ignoring the unpreferable past like it was dissolved ice
that watered a now open and fertile steppe ready for horses liberty,
she spoke vaguely, happily, and with a young athlete's hubris,
I clarified things comprehensively, I was encouraging like lost songs heard within,
Aleksandra said that she was in love with life itself,
I mentioned that I was in love with survival,
seemed to me that there was a compatible appraisal,
one who loves life does so because life appears to them as a kind beauty
a perfect preachment that exists for their edification,
one who loves the survival of life perceives life as a pitiless perfection,
a brutal beauty endured with dignity for a fiercer freedom commitment,
we each received relic epiphanies from the echoes
of our elastic hopes & heartaches which suggested risk is a ransom of romance,
cute chance,
briskly, like a chill of the dusk,
we ended the endeavor of escapade,
the dictates of our friends, families foes and freedoms would not finance -
J.A.B. 2007