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.
'the sixties, and' timothy r gates, 2/8/2008
the sixties
one guitarist barely made it in them,
the other near the end of the 20th century;
creativity?
i do remember,
well, either way, I do recall:
free love, free everything,
didn't think we'd make it to 20,or 30
then didn't know what to do.
the sixties, the good ole days?
my Grandfather, born w/in a decade...
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the sixties
one guitarist barely made it in them,
the other near the end of the 20th century;
creativity?
i do remember,
well, either way, I do recall:
free love, free everything,
didn't think we'd make it to 20,or 30
then didn't know what to do.
the sixties, the good ole days?
my Grandfather, born w/in a decade...
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'masks worn by all' timothy r g, 2/5/2008 (for friend and reposed brother)
masks, worn by all,
some, few, when they remove theirs - it is still the same, trueness,
guilessness, beauty whispers
tears are a chrism for the unbaptized,
then she moves closer and speaks,
intuitional presence,
'we all come through the flood,
birthed into this space by baptismal
waters, the womb our first...
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masks, worn by all,
some, few, when they remove theirs - it is still the same, trueness,
guilessness, beauty whispers
tears are a chrism for the unbaptized,
then she moves closer and speaks,
intuitional presence,
'we all come through the flood,
birthed into this space by baptismal
waters, the womb our first...
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Pacifism and Cowardice
If one is speaking of the supposed pacifism of some of the peace movements,
then this I would would concur. Yet there is a pacifism that is anything save for cowardice.
usually in history, as well as other stories, called action by nonresistance - Parenthetically,
the notion that the 'just war' theory is 'just' is just as the other, a notion.- These...
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If one is speaking of the supposed pacifism of some of the peace movements,
then this I would would concur. Yet there is a pacifism that is anything save for cowardice.
usually in history, as well as other stories, called action by nonresistance - Parenthetically,
the notion that the 'just war' theory is 'just' is just as the other, a notion.- These...
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WAR is THE ACT OF LEGAL MURDER
the first reality of war: soldiers are taught to 'obey' what they're told to do; they are not taught morality. soldiers are taught to suspend all 'supposed' morality. the 'enemy' is whoever and whatever they are told is or are the enemy. when the soldier fucks up, meaning that someone catches and tells a media person about it,...
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the first reality of war: soldiers are taught to 'obey' what they're told to do; they are not taught morality. soldiers are taught to suspend all 'supposed' morality. the 'enemy' is whoever and whatever they are told is or are the enemy. when the soldier fucks up, meaning that someone catches and tells a media person about it,...
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persya:
i just noticed your comment on my pictures...
thank you 
thank you 'as i pray' timothy r g, 1/28/2008 (inspired by note to friend)
as i pray,
liturgy surrounds me,
day giving way from evening,
i still pray,
pay, obey;
well, i pray.
and, i'm sure that i pay.
and, obey, no doubt someone,
though i prefer to think
that i only pray,
and that I do not prey.
as i pray,
liturgy surrounds me,
day giving way from evening,
i still pray,
pay, obey;
well, i pray.
and, i'm sure that i pay.
and, obey, no doubt someone,
though i prefer to think
that i only pray,
and that I do not prey.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PbUtL_0vAJk
(Speech link above, video:Martin Luther King's 'I have a Dream' speech.....)
......Martin Luther King had a dream, has a dream, looked ahead of his day into a dream. He spoke at a time, then, when I was nearing a teen, when people of colour still were not permitted to eat, use bathrooms, drink from water fountains, and more, as those of supposed non-coloured people...
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(Speech link above, video:Martin Luther King's 'I have a Dream' speech.....)
......Martin Luther King had a dream, has a dream, looked ahead of his day into a dream. He spoke at a time, then, when I was nearing a teen, when people of colour still were not permitted to eat, use bathrooms, drink from water fountains, and more, as those of supposed non-coloured people...
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'act, react'* timothy r gates, 1/17/2006
act, react
may i, please
i promise to say,
'thank you.'
you prefer silence?
I can do that too -
well, for a bit
so,
take my hand
purgatorial flames, yes
divine comedy, yes
in my mind, splendid
in your mind --
that's your problem
act, react
take my hand,
yours are moist too
i truly don't give a...
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