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Silently I creep July 20 2013 — July 21, 2013

Silently I creep July 20 2013

Drawing:  Anthony Gormley

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Silently I creep

down the crowded corridors of my mind,

tentatively

toying with the doorknobs of rooms

containing suppressed memories.

I hear them

like an overbooked hotel,

whispering

eager to crowd the hallways

in hopes of recognition and validation.

Restlessly I slumber

unwilling to commit, I strain to decipher

reluctant to open a door

recalling malaise,

despair or buried pain

The alarm sounds

silently I face the clock,

 the murmurs fade, and

 I throw back the covers,

 relieved that choice is gone.

A World Without Color July 19 2013 — July 18, 2013

A World Without Color July 19 2013

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July 19 2013 A World without Color ~ An Illusion?optical-illusion-in-grey-tones

If the World boasted no color, just various shades of grey
No azure blue of the ocean, or bluffs of swirly red clay
If houses would be crafted in grey stone, and the sun never did shine,
At least not in the mauve, pinkish hues, we watch for at sunset time.
Then, would the World be draped in sadness? Would M&Ms lose their thrill?
Would hatred have a foothold?  Or would we all live in Pleasantville.

For it causes me now to wonder, as I ponder a World more sublime
That without any green for envy, or blue for sadness inside
There would be no people of color, white, black, yellow or brown.
With no red to color them angry, no yellow to help oppressors keep down.
Or would nothing be different, is this World as good as it gets?

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A World Without Color July 19 2013 —

A World Without Color July 19 2013

July 19 2013 A World without Color ~ An Illusion?optical-illusion-in-grey-tones

If the World boasted no color, just various shades of grey
No azure blue of the ocean, or bluffs of swirly red clay
If houses would be crafted in grey stone, and the sun never did shine,
At least not in the mauve, pinkish hues, we watch for at sunset time.
Then, would the World be draped in sadness? Would M&Ms lose their thrill?
Would hatred have a foothold?  Or would we all live in Pleasantville.

For it causes me now to wonder, as I ponder a World more sublime
That without any green for envy, or blue for sadness inside
There would be no people of color, white, black, yellow or brown.
With no red to color them angry, no yellow to help oppressors keep down.
Or would nothing be different, is this World as good as it gets?
No rainbows, no yellow brick road, no rose red, no regrets.

So I am mindful to live in the moment, regardless how drab my day
I can refuse to live in that colorless World, and choose to stand up and say
I see color as a philocalic expression, of oneness, escape from mundane
A celebration of life in grand union, all dressed in Techno display
So I challenge all those on the grey side, loose the chains , don’t delay
Or mechanically measure grey tones from birth to judgment day.

Another Day July 09 2011 — July 10, 2013
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