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On Tue, Nov 5, 2024 at 11:50?PM james horn wrote:
budget downhill faster
we have to call him master
will cause disaster
many did offend
Trump has put us at dead end
bad things does intend
Trump hard to digest
even when him do detest
is a perfect pest
should have killed his sperm
when over is Trump and term
get rid of and be firm
Trump did dirty deed
what if this poem I will read
has been what we need
Am completely open to any
criticism, complaints and
suggestions.
Watch out for trash in
ocean called Puerto
Rico which will be
full of pet leftovers.
PASSING
Never knew pain like this pain
Never hurt so bad as now
Never cried out in the dark
Just grit my teeth and hunker down
It’ll pass, it’ll pass
Never knew my mind could go there
Never hurt down to my core
Never felt alone so much
Just shut my eyes tight (so tight so)
This’ll pass, this’ll pass
When all the what-ifs are probably true
When there’s no more string to hold onto
You face yourself, your sorry self
Sorry for all the did-nots
Sorry for all the “shoulds”
(Everybody knows i hate that word)
Should have dot dot dot
Should not have dot dot dot
Never knew I’d be so frightened
Never knew hurt world single me out
Never has my soul cried out
Just left me bereft on the floor
One hand holding my phone,
The other a bottle of vodka.
It’s gonna pass, it’s gonna pass.
Suz.
STANFORD MEDICAL CENTER
Tue Feb. 21, 2023
Palo Alto, California
On Tue, Aug 30, 2022, 2:13 PM james horn wrote:
remember my Lord
who i always have adored
body nailed to board
always can afford
to pay for love of the Lord
worship in a horde
following drinking gord
my ship with Lord in is moored
request for him out poured
without any doubt
have heard what Lord is about
we will twist and shout
trouble in each chord
played by devil we deplored
even when we snored
know divinity
is related to trinity
an amenity
we have unity
which is with immunity
in a community
I wanted to get trim and sexy
for my daughters wedding,
no lasagna
no pizza ,
no home made bread
Instead I ate 20 carrots
10 celery stalks
Mon
Tue
Wed
Thurs
From Friday until Sunday
I only drank water
and a jar of marmite
it tasted like tar
I lost my Buddha belly and my daughter
cried, "Mom, you're a perfect size 10 !"
August 9th, 2021
I cut back my fig tree last month and my daughter just cut hers.
The drains- one comes out over the property line (lot between our
houses) about mid lot with a pop up on the downslope.
Can't remember the others but they have green pop up outlets,
flush with the ground, that occasionally needed cleaned out.
Does he know about the asparagus patch. They should
be up soon.
On Tue, Mar 23, 2021, 6:01 PM james horn
wrote:
Did you ever cut back your fig trees.
New owner has and really trimmed them back.
Terrorized
Abused and vaporized
The two village clocks
Point their hands at me
While I spiral down an empty well
Nauseous and waiting to burst
I point my eyes upwards
Into the blackness
Where is that candle
That flashlight
That hint of bright
Everyone talks about
When does one reach the end
Like they say
Of the road
Long overdue
And not a hint of midnight yet
I release one more primal scream
Beg the dream walker to leave my eyes shut
He neither cooperates or cares
Life is neither a gift or a blessing
It’s a treacherous climb
Up a glass wall
Followed by an inevitable downward slide
I breathe
The fowl air of the rooster’s call
Another early morning rise
And still
not even a shine.
Tue Feb 25 2020
~Bacia E Respira~
il mio respiro galleggia
su una brezza
baciare le tue labbra
sentire la mia essenza
mescolare con il tuo
così possiamo essere uno
ispirato dalle tue parole
accetta il mio bacio e respira
~Kiss And Breathe~
my breath floats
on a breeze
to kiss your lips
feel my essence
mix with yours
so we can be one
inspired by your words
accept my kiss and breathe
complex web of beats
when we deviate
from the accepted
norms conventions
we are alienated exiled
or even executed
she is eloquent
we kill our visionaries
misogynistic zombies
she is spread on the
wavy green grass pondering
our skin touching
biased weird perspective
perception of the ephemeral
intangible moment of love
boom bap with a bouncy twist
conceptual rhythms culminating in
abstract cerebral eruptions
aug 9 2016
tue 5,42 am
sfidare le credenza
stava bevendo
mele rosse fermentate
mondo e
ono spazio misterioso
espandere e definere
raffinare
la talpa nero
sulla sua spalla nuda
si presente como un paese
su globe
ho dimenticato
quello che e un paise
dove e il confirme
pensiero contemplare
esperimenti
avere la giusto
prospettiva
cos'e giusto che c'e
a destra si baciano
i tuoi pensieri nella baia delle
tue labre invitanti
dormiamo ora
sotto la coperta rosa strappata
Ce n’est rien
Le jour que commence avec la pluie
Ce n’est rien
La nuit qui commence avec bougies
Ce n’est rien
La pluie tue tous les espoirs de la bougie, mais
Ce n’est rien
Mon amour aussi
Ce n’est rien
L'amour n'existe pas ici
La vie existe seulement comme un cadeau pour le mort
La vie est loin, la mort est proche
Et alors, Ce n’est rien
Faites-moi une place
Ou la douleur n’existe pas
Faites-moi un repas
Qui me rassasie toujours
J'ai perdu tout mon espoir
Ce n’est rien
Les mots que vous verrez sur ma tombe
Vous le savez déjà
Je ne suis rien
Wall of Pain
Date: Tue, Feb 2 2016 at 9:28 PM
Blood on the Walls Stained
Drained
On the Wall of Pain
History, Memories And Shame
Rage Engraved on the Writings on the Wall
Red Pill
Date: Tue, Jan 12 2016 at 9:06 PM
Took the Red Pill
So the Truth was Revealed
Red Eyes Blood Filled
Blood Spilled
Cause the Truth Opened the Windshields
Of my Eyes from the Iris
The Virus Was Killed
Tue Apr 05, 2011 11:51 pm
Forest Morning Camping Relief
Tall oak tree with mighty arms reaching up
early morn darkness breaks with gentle ease
Nature explodes overflowing its earthy cup
awakening all even the sleepy 'ole trees
Birds chirping well before this silent dawn
small critters creeping all about
To the beauty of this one must be drawn
flowing stream filled with colorful rainbow trout
Sun's early rays tingle my morning thirst
gather the wood while looking around
A breakfast fire and dark, hot coffee first
Later exploration of this unknown forested ground
Day is over , the Sun rests just over the hills
a journey of all nature's treasures taken
Happily found with nature lover's surprising thrills
Precious memories gathered , joys never forsaken
Weekend camping now a done deed
plans for another long forested trek
Pondered to simply sow the seed
Of relief from life's exhausting little wreck....--Robert Lindley
Don't say u will
If it ain't for real
True n wise words
How its looking is done the word
U gotta be blind to change it around
Or guilty
Yeah u hurting
Look at me
Isn't this the embodiment of perfect
Living in these streets
Hardly uffing eat
Send messages ur way becuz u r on my brain
Holding myself together alone n lust is restrained
U need some time for urself......so make his bs go away
I am paying restitution for the past abuse n
Lack of love proved
I left the house even tho u telling me it ain't true
But I still feel I did it to u
Pull Tue uffing trigger Edward......boom
......I need a friend ......Peace
We are born alone
and
in a wink of an eye
we die alone
so why am I so afraid of this time alone in the in between of
life and death
There is comfort in the breath I have found
from inhale
to exhale
steady and tue and always there present for you
to keep you teathered
to let you fly
expanding your compassion for yourself and beyond the sky
We are born alone
to learn possibly what it means to be alone
in a wink of an eye
we die alone
to learn possibly what it means to die
so why are we so afraid of this time alone int he in between of
life and death....
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