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weaving these paths with a lost sense of compass
insouciant stroll when leaves crunch under toe
earth and dirt, green smell

the sign says no horses
and an arrow points up

the sun's fingers comb
dry wood and ask:

what is complacency?

'Lost self-sense,' J said;
eyes drooping, Hoku mind heavy

if the turtle wants to feel the spirit
then he must walk slow

ride the current from
Indonesia to Ngulu
Jamming in the name of the Lord
like Robbie does

and identify renewed, redemption song
let us praise the Lord

the jungle is cleaning her feathers
she says: My favorite
I say: My pleasure

Laugh and pause--
no unheard cause

feel the light happening through you
and rebuild your pieces

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­Written by: Vince Chul'theg, MasikaniCorcodile and CrackPipeKenny (SpiderManJump)
 Apr 2013 Bamboo Bean
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Only Angel


Don't you run away;
You're running from your only saviour
Don't you know you're looking into the eyes
Of the only angel on your road?

This is the only time;
You gotta find your light on your way
You're never, no, you're never...
Never gonna find another angel on your road.

Baby, don't you know you're turning away from the Light
You're never gonna have this chance no more
Don't you know you're looking into the eyes
Oh G-d, you gotta move that bad from your door!

Don't you turn away;
Don't you go on spitting
In the face of an angel
Never gonna find another angel in your road


Refrain (spoken):

May the Light shine in any dark corner of your heart
And banish all negative, weak thoughts.

May your steps still be ever-so gentle
On the sometimes tricky path of life.

Seek not always activity to stop the gaps
They are the breathing spaces meant for peace and inner dwelling.

Water your little flowers on the arid plain of Life
For I see them blossom in your eyes.

It's hard to fix a broken road
So step out and carve out a new way.

Feel. Really feel the pain and chase it not.
It is not the foe, just a momentary spot of too-bright light.

The real enemy sits in your midst
Lingers on your fears and blots out your sun.....

It is thought.
Too much of it can **** a man!

Mind you keep the untame drivel well clear of your heart
Lest you wish a choking visit.

Be real with yourself
And be kinder to your spirit.

Battle not too sore with the winds
As your silver light shows you the way to a purer, clearer life.

May the stars of tranquil dawn usher calm
And soothe your battered soul.

Ask not for obstacles to be removed
They are for learning and teaching; progress.

Pray instead for safety, health and dignity
And hang onto that necklace of peace.

True amity is such that having never yet met
We can embrace in kindred spirit.

Have the heart to welcome a stranded soul
And spare anyone lame excuses.

Lessons await you patiently
Neglect none; accept or pay dear.

Take time to discover yet....the REAL you.
Enlightenment is tough work!

Peace to you, dear friend.



(Dedicated to Esme Ruth)





By Star Toucher, 31 January 2013
there is a
time:

to be
blessed

and be
cursed
both have meaning
god would rather
have a you
that fails
than no you
at all
so i

like jasmine's comment
on facebook, when you can't
have hope, hold on to the hope
others hold for you

like desmond tutu
says, you know?
god says to you,
i don't have
anybody else!
except you!

god would rather
have a you
that fails
so i
for bamboo bean
don't be alone
we have all fallen
through the broken bridge's cracks

don't be alone
the worth of our souls
is equal

don't be alone
we are spiritual siblings
sharing this nest of ripped up newspapers

don't be alone
we are all mice
in the shed of god
http://www.infinitelooper.com/?v=LqWI0v_QS7o&p;=n
tears
are
not

male
female
straight
gay
young
old

free
life

does not
happen
in
a

drive-by

death does
i feel much safer with animals
than people, i tend
to close off
when i'm scared
of crowds
or
another human being
and
what's going to happen
in an encounter
that is real
and somewhere along the deathbeds
i forgot any other way to be
i guess it is the unreal i'm afraid of

life seems long, it's not
real or nothing
that's all i can survive
silence i can do
but true
silence
not the silence
barb-wired
with lies

denial cannot keep death away
and in the meantime
suffocates life
god has gotten this
longtime prodigal-thief,
petri dish
of strange
and deadly
parasites,
ready to be
alive

ready to be part of a revolution
of values, a conversation
of justice, a
consciousness
of peace
and
love

despair
and fear-of-failing
have broken my legs and back and neck
for long enough,
i do everything
knowing
i will fail

and that's okay
because you know
this really is not about me,
not at all

i'm ready to be happily lost
in the jungle of life
because i am
happily found
for bamboo croc.
I've a term-inal illness...

I'm sick
of these ****


exams
For Moonlight Blossom and all my friends taking their exams at the moment.
there's a lot
of different
ways

to
speak
english

island english
hood english
mountain english

etc

some carry
many englishes
in their heads

english belongs
to everybody
cheers

for that
on this bright
afternoon

when all of
my englishes,
in one english

or another,
are all
missing


you
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