Alone With Everybody, Charles Bukowski

.
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.



Charles Bukowski

Lollipop Song, Mika

Happy Valentine's Day

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The Mad Tea Party, by Mark Bryan

"I'll never go there again!" said Alice, as she picked her way through the wood. "It's the Stupidest tea-party I ever was at in all my life!"


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Magic Milk

milk
+
8 drops of different coloured food dyes
+
a few drops of dishwashing liquid
=
a chemical dance

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Matins, by Louise Glück

You want to know how I spend my time?
I walk the front lawn, pretending
to be weeding. You ought to know
I'm never weeding, on my knees, pulling
clumps of clover from the flower beds: in fact
I'm looking for courage, for some evidence
my life will change, though
it takes forever, checking
each clump for the symbolic
leaf, and soon the summer is ending, already
the leaves turning, always the sick trees
going first, the dying turning
brilliant yellow, while a few dark birds perform
their curfew of music. You want to see my hands?
As empty now as at the first note.
Or was the point always
to continue without a sign?


Louise Glück

Mirror Mirror

Possibly in Canada, i found this on StumbleUpon, on a Canadian's site.
Anyway, i want to live there.

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Frankston Pier

early morning pier 1, originally uploaded by little_miss_mo.

And here..........

Meet LEV

It's time to laugh, and laugh to time.

This cartoon didn't upload very big, if you want to see the full size version, click on it.

This is drawn by Lev, Lev is witty, sarcastic, and oozes simple talent. I found Lev on YouTube. More of Lev can be found on his website - I N G R E D I E N T X, and also on MySpace (check out his Pics for more cartoons) and YouTube.

Now to leave you with the video that first introduced me to the wonders of Lev.

Dan Liebert, Verbal Cartoonist

This guy's sense of humour is warped, i like it!



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i TOLD you

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The Big Boots Of Pain, Anne Sexton

There can be certain potions
needled in the clock
for the body's fall from grace,
to untorture and to plead for.
These I have known
and would sell all my furniture
and books and assorted goods
to avoid, and more, more.

But the other pain
I would sell my life to avoid
the pain that begins in the crib
with its bars or perhaps
with your first breath
when the planets drill
your future into you
for better of worse
as you marry life
and the love that gets doled out
or doesn't.

I find now, swallowing one teaspoon
of pain, that it drops downward
to the past where it mixes
with last year's cupful
and downward into a decade's quart
and downward into a lifetime's ocean.
I alternate treading water
and deadman's float.

The teaspoon ought to be hearable
if it didn't mix into the reruns
and thus enlarge into what it is not,
a sea pest's sting turning promptly
into the shark's neat biting off
of a leg because the soul
wears a magnifying glass.
Kicking the heart
with pain's big boots running up and down
the intestines like a motorcycle racer.

Yet one does get out of bed
and start over, plunge into the day
and put on a hopeful look
and does not allow fear to build a wall
between you and an old friend
or a new friend and reach out your hand,
shutting down the thought that
an axe may cut it off unexpectedly.
One learns not to blab about all this
except to yourself or the typewriter keys
who tell no one until they get brave
and crawl off onto the printed page.

I'm getting bored with it,
I tell the typewriter,
this constantly walking around
in wet shoes and then, surprise!
Somehow DECEASED keeps getting
stamped in red over the word HOPE.
And I who keep falling thankfully
into each new pillow of belief,
finding my Mercy Street,
kissing it and tenderly gift-wrapping my love,
am beginning to wonder just what
the planets had in mind on November 9th, 1928.
The pillows are ripped away,
the hand guillotined,
dog shit thrown into the middle of a laugh,
a hornets' nest building into the hi-fi speaker
and leaving me in silence,
where, without music,
I become a cracked orphan.

Well,
one gets out of bed
and the planets don't always hiss
or muck up the day, each day.
As for the pain and its multiplying teaspoon,
perhaps it is a medicine
that will cure the soul
of its greed for love
next Thursday.


Anne Sexton

Don't Hold Back, The Potbelleez

don't hold back
is there anybody out there?
feeling something

engage me, let me breathe the courage of your actions
don't hold back, make it before the good
the truth is, i am not your cure but i can help you
find a way to reconcile the dark

don't hold back
is there anybody out there?
feeling something

don't hold back
is there anybody out there?
feeling something

stay right there, ‘cos i want to watch you taking off your morning
and putting on that midnight smile for me
your chasing, the slow motion belief that you are dreaming
and running from the things that make you feel

don't hold back
is there anybody out there?
feeling something

don't hold back
is there anybody out there?
feeling something!

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May Angels Lead You In - At Peace, Heath Ledger

~ Be at Peace ~

Aaron Jasinski

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Aaron Jasinski, deviantart



iaa-911 by `jasinski on deviantART


Letting Go Starts the Healing by `jasinski on deviantART

Do You Know About the Raintree?, Carolyn Kreiter-Foronda

Do you know about the world’s broad belt?
They say that in Brazil at the equator
birdsong fills the heart of the Catrimani
River. Its bed, teeming with diamonds
and gold, grows fat with this riot of light.

Do you know about the beehive tombs in Greece?
Lower yourself by rope into the dark secret.
If the rope breaks, let your eyes adjust
to blindness. They say there is a sun
behind your lids. Climb its ascending
rays back to the earth’s roar.

Do you know about the rainbow fish?
Solid black, they ruled the waters
before earthquakes opened their coffers,
turquoise, topaz, amethyst, jade
plummeting into the rivers where
the eyes of the dark fish shimmered
as they fed on the earth’s rainbow.

Do you know about the hidden mountains?
They say that in Tanzania and Kenya
the mountains warred. Kilimanjaro
and Mt. Kenya pushed their broad
shoulders too high into sky.
Now, whenever they nudge God’s throne,
his angry breath shrouds their peaks.

Do you know about waters of the Grotto?
You will find the pool off the coast
of Italy on Capri. Lie down
in the boat’s bottom to enter
the cave’s mouth, then feast on
a blue mirror that butterflies
carry here on their wings: pieces
of sky they gather learning to fly.

Do you know about the raintree?
There’s a tree, invisible, with a broad
canopy in the sky. The earth sings to it
whenever it’s thirsty. They say
if the song’s loud enough to rise,
the ripest blooms will break off
their branches and rinse earth’s
green cathedral in firstlight and last.

Carolyn Kreiter-Foronda

for Benjamin, by me*voila, flickr style...

for Benjamin, originally uploaded by me*voila.

I Have A Need For Your Voice, Miguel Hernández

I have a need for your voice,

a longing for your company,

and an ache of melancholy

for the absence of signs of arrival.

Patience requires my torment,

the urgent need for you, heron of love,

your solar mercy for my frozen day,

your help, for my wound, I count on.

Ah, need, ache and longing!

Your kisses of substance, my food,

fail me, and I’m dying with the May.

I want you to come, the flower of your absence,

to calm the brow of thought

that ruins me with its eternal lightning.

Miguel Hernández

(XII: From ‘El Rayo Que No Cesa’)

cartwheels at dusk

cartwheels at dusk, originally uploaded by jodi_tripp.

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