'Bullshit' timothy r g, 3/26/2008
racism
sexism
sexualism
genderism
classism
capitalism
socialism
communism
stuffism
religionism
spiritualism
atheism
agnosticism
euphemism
matriarcialism
patriarcialism
feminism
chauvinism
misogynism
egalitarianism
bullshitism
-everything is wrong to say
-anything is ok to say
-we're all so offended, so easily
-we're all so full of shit
strength is found in not being offended for oneself
strength is found in being offended for another...
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Why WAR? Timothy r gates, 3/24/2008
Hatred in my own heart
guilt for what I should have done
guilt for what I could have done
shame for what I didn't do,
still don't do,
still do.
WAR?
The President's fault?
Congress's fault, or Senate's fault?
Their fault?
Our fault?
Who is at fault?
WAR?
Hatred in my own heart
I choose to call my neighbor...
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Hatred in my own heart
guilt for what I should have done
guilt for what I could have done
shame for what I didn't do,
still don't do,
still do.
WAR?
The President's fault?
Congress's fault, or Senate's fault?
Their fault?
Our fault?
Who is at fault?
WAR?
Hatred in my own heart
I choose to call my neighbor...
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fatality:
Thanks again for your sweet comment on Volcanic Ruins!
'Why don't we weep any longer?' timothy r gates, 3/20/2008
tears flow,
still
for those that have fallen,
fallen prey to others' reluctance for synergy,
bigotry prayed to be stolen,
but not yet
the dream,
near, yet aloof.
we weep,
still
for
those murdered because they reject the illusion of segregation
those murdered because they're in the way
those murdered because they're free-persons
those murdered...
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tears flow,
still
for those that have fallen,
fallen prey to others' reluctance for synergy,
bigotry prayed to be stolen,
but not yet
the dream,
near, yet aloof.
we weep,
still
for
those murdered because they reject the illusion of segregation
those murdered because they're in the way
those murdered because they're free-persons
those murdered...
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lorelei:
wow. that is very moving....did you write it?
'Grandeur Parody in Two Parts' timothy r gates, 3/11/2008
'grandeur parody, as with medicine' timothy r gates, 3/11/2008
grandeur parody
psychologist in peripheral plight
psychiatry looks the other way, with pills
md's and other doctors do the same, only with different pills
chiropractic adjustments,
massotherapy,
-add to this whatever the hell or heaven you want-
'We'll fix you; the others are quacks!'
trust only those...
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'grandeur parody, as with medicine' timothy r gates, 3/11/2008
grandeur parody
psychologist in peripheral plight
psychiatry looks the other way, with pills
md's and other doctors do the same, only with different pills
chiropractic adjustments,
massotherapy,
-add to this whatever the hell or heaven you want-
'We'll fix you; the others are quacks!'
trust only those...
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'Angels fall; Angels true' timothy r gates, 3/11/2008
angels fall:
some are said to fall,
some are told they've fallen,
some don't know why they've not fallen;
some simply weep, praying for redemption
-not their own, but ours,
us who do not weep,
who've never fallen,
who've claimed all for themselves,
unable to see the blood-stained tears.
angels, swift to aid,
not seen, save by...
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fatality:
Your comment got cut off, I think! I just see "dear fatality"
annisa:
wow..did you write that?
wow..did you write that?
'Yes, I do, I too' timothy r gates, 3/10/2008
Yes,
we do,
I too,
stumble,
always,
'till we stub our toes upon a rock;
then we stop.
we look.
we behold.
we usually whisper, or more, 'damn,' or, 'shit,' or
if we don't swear,
we replace it with an euphemism, meaning the same, like,
'oh, my-oh-my-oh-my, ouch!'
then say, under our breath, 'damn,' or, 'shit.'...
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moira:
Hey, thank you for the nice comment on my new set!
'gay, not happy or fun' timothy r gates, 3/04/2008
gay, fun, happy
uncle Bob, died;
didn't need to,
but did,
thought he'd spare those,
family, friends, loved ones;
he fell asleep,
in his car,
in his garage,
alone,
because he was gay.
Uncle Bob never stole a child's innocence;
his straight brother did,
neither were happy,
neither had much fun,
one is dead,
yes,
because...
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gay, fun, happy
uncle Bob, died;
didn't need to,
but did,
thought he'd spare those,
family, friends, loved ones;
he fell asleep,
in his car,
in his garage,
alone,
because he was gay.
Uncle Bob never stole a child's innocence;
his straight brother did,
neither were happy,
neither had much fun,
one is dead,
yes,
because...
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roza:
well thank you soooo much for the comment on my set! that is very sweet of you!
xoxo
xoxo
Love has no need to self-justify & War too....
'Love has no need to self-justify' timothy r g, 3/01/2009
Love has no need to self-justify
Love has no desire to make all the same
Love has no pleasure in another's loss,
even less when you win
Love blesses the Celts
blesses, Patrick, the Runes,
western yin-yang circles,
no need to claim originality
Love is not...
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'Love has no need to self-justify' timothy r g, 3/01/2009
Love has no need to self-justify
Love has no desire to make all the same
Love has no pleasure in another's loss,
even less when you win
Love blesses the Celts
blesses, Patrick, the Runes,
western yin-yang circles,
no need to claim originality
Love is not...
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'the-story' timothy r g, 2/24/2008
objectify
personify
quantify
qualify
justify
each story:
-story, stories
his-story
her-story
their-story
child's-story
a-religion-story
religion(s)-story
antiquity-story
peoples-story
species-story
kinds-story
race-story
sexuality-story
sensuality-story
artist-story
writer-story
poet-story
war-story
lust-story
love-story;
no story true,
every story true,
myths unraveled reveal the story
piece by piece,
most often in the lack of, or the thievery
of peace;
every war fought in behalf
of the-man...
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objectify
personify
quantify
qualify
justify
each story:
-story, stories
his-story
her-story
their-story
child's-story
a-religion-story
religion(s)-story
antiquity-story
peoples-story
species-story
kinds-story
race-story
sexuality-story
sensuality-story
artist-story
writer-story
poet-story
war-story
lust-story
love-story;
no story true,
every story true,
myths unraveled reveal the story
piece by piece,
most often in the lack of, or the thievery
of peace;
every war fought in behalf
of the-man...
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vivian:
the bunnies are cute
'the artist' timothy r g, 2/15/2008
looking for the pigment
the hue, just right
from the earth
will place it against the earth
-we pretend to create ex nihilo
dare we say eis nihilo -
our canvass of clay
gesso, sometimes combine colour
-six primary ones,
on the sixth day our species breathed;
seven lines to move around the chosen surface,
like the buddhist seven...
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looking for the pigment
the hue, just right
from the earth
will place it against the earth
-we pretend to create ex nihilo
dare we say eis nihilo -
our canvass of clay
gesso, sometimes combine colour
-six primary ones,
on the sixth day our species breathed;
seven lines to move around the chosen surface,
like the buddhist seven...
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Today she died' ** timothy r g, 2/10/2008
she no longer cries,
or dies,
asleep she reclines,
last words,
'i love you,'
to my son and daughter,
her son and daughter,
loved by us both,
us never the issue: they, the issue.
my son's tears, I know,
I recall him at four, weeping,
not understanding why daddy wouldn't live with him anymore;
his sister, too...
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she no longer cries,
or dies,
asleep she reclines,
last words,
'i love you,'
to my son and daughter,
her son and daughter,
loved by us both,
us never the issue: they, the issue.
my son's tears, I know,
I recall him at four, weeping,
not understanding why daddy wouldn't live with him anymore;
his sister, too...
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booksartyoume:
'evening's vespers is intoned' timothy r g, 2/11/2008
I'll sing a song,
if i will.
not, if i won't.
hymns, poetry, prose
attempts at saying what isn't easily said,
when said,
still not more than an icon into the day.
Evening's vespers is intoned,
setting of the sun
anticipates the day star.
We fell in repose,
well spent from love's enthrall,
too worn to change the sheets,
only pushed them off,
pulled up the spreads and fell off into dreamland,
a silhouette moves across the room
looks like fairies swirling,
their shear gowns aglow;
if only when awakened I see a beloved.
Jump up,
startled,
find one side of the bed cold.
Sheets still snug,
hugging the mattress.
I'll take another nap,
praying for an aglow song to intone.
'evening's vespers is intoned' timothy r g, 2/11/2008
I'll sing a song,
if i will.
not, if i won't.
hymns, poetry, prose
attempts at saying what isn't easily said,
when said,
still not more than an icon into the day.
Evening's vespers is intoned,
setting of the sun
anticipates the day star.
We fell in repose,
well spent from love's enthrall,
too worn to change the sheets,
only pushed them off,
pulled up the spreads and fell off into dreamland,
a silhouette moves across the room
looks like fairies swirling,
their shear gowns aglow;
if only when awakened I see a beloved.
Jump up,
startled,
find one side of the bed cold.
Sheets still snug,
hugging the mattress.
I'll take another nap,
praying for an aglow song to intone.