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"An idea without a plan is just a dream" Swan Gray 2008
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
The Calling
An entire life seeking
Wondering why I am here
What is the true purpose of my life? I sit and ponder and think
Everyday burdened with the task of
Figuring out my calling
A noble cause
Honorable and useful
In service of belief and faith
I try and have to live simultaneously
Wishing all I had to do was serve
Sit in a hall and chant with monks
Learn about leading the masses and doing god’s work
I want to be remembered a saint
Revered as a spiritual practitioner
The message comes to me in moments of peace and revelation
Serve and be rewarded with more peace
I sit ad ponder and think
But how does it all work
Where does the rest of me go
The pleasure seeker the athlete
The social butterfly
Are these traits merely distractions from my higher calling
How does this all work.
I wonder what is my calling??
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Now playing: An-Ten-nae - Tha Oud
http://foxytunes.com/artist/an-ten-nae/track/tha+oud
Wondering why I am here
What is the true purpose of my life? I sit and ponder and think
Everyday burdened with the task of
Figuring out my calling
A noble cause
Honorable and useful
In service of belief and faith
I try and have to live simultaneously
Wishing all I had to do was serve
Sit in a hall and chant with monks
Learn about leading the masses and doing god’s work
I want to be remembered a saint
Revered as a spiritual practitioner
The message comes to me in moments of peace and revelation
Serve and be rewarded with more peace
I sit ad ponder and think
But how does it all work
Where does the rest of me go
The pleasure seeker the athlete
The social butterfly
Are these traits merely distractions from my higher calling
How does this all work.
I wonder what is my calling??
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Now playing: An-Ten-nae - Tha Oud
http://foxytunes.com/artist/an-ten-nae/track/tha+oud
Cabin Fever
Milling around my mind i find myself alone in here
like a huge concert all vibrating with the echoes of last night's crowds.
I still hear the voices you know,
but it doesn't make the people seem any closer.
The emptiness seems cold as i find a line of ant invading from the cold rainy expanse beyond my walls.
they're desperate to get in eating whatever they find ,
a crumb, drip of honey , some sweets, some protein
and d I'm desperate to get out
and find the life that has been eluding me
somewhere in the vast universe outside my mind there are a million stories that never made it to the show in my own personal performance space.
My head feels dizzy as a drop from the leak in the ceiling splashes on my head reminding me that outside things are very different.
If only i cold find the door..........
B*
Thu, Dec 19, 2002 1:51 PM
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Now playing: An-Ten-nae - Tha Oud
http://foxytunes.com/artist/an-ten-nae/track/tha+oud
like a huge concert all vibrating with the echoes of last night's crowds.
I still hear the voices you know,
but it doesn't make the people seem any closer.
The emptiness seems cold as i find a line of ant invading from the cold rainy expanse beyond my walls.
they're desperate to get in eating whatever they find ,
a crumb, drip of honey , some sweets, some protein
and d I'm desperate to get out
and find the life that has been eluding me
somewhere in the vast universe outside my mind there are a million stories that never made it to the show in my own personal performance space.
My head feels dizzy as a drop from the leak in the ceiling splashes on my head reminding me that outside things are very different.
If only i cold find the door..........
B*
Thu, Dec 19, 2002 1:51 PM
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Now playing: An-Ten-nae - Tha Oud
http://foxytunes.com/artist/an-ten-nae/track/tha+oud
Butterscotch Flava
Butterscotch flava' (reply to the caramel obsession Part 1)
So you say your my soul mate and wonder if you are you without me.
I savor the flavor of sweet butterscotch laced with caramel cream
I long to cup some on the tip of my tongue and share it with you
in a long lingering tease of a kiss
tongue tied and twisted as your lips try to engage with mine
I hold back only allowing you the tip.
If I dive into you we become one, from two?
Each having our distinct texture and flava
wile creating a new sensation for the world to behold where we intersect.
The question is not ....
If I jump in you will I be free?
Will I be complete?
Will I be me?
It is when we combine will we be so powerful as to claim freedom for the world.
will the world ever be the same?
will you and I be WE?
I know the flava of caramel and it's so smooth
created by the right combinations of brown sugar and cream
but what will we call it with the addition of butterscotch?
I can smell it intoxicating drawing me closer
arousing my senses.
Again... could Caramel become my drug of choice???
Brian
> From: "Tracy Denise"
> Date: Thu, 08 Aug 2002 23:14:13 -0700
> Subject: the caramel obsession part 1
>
>
> The Caramel Obsession
>
> Feelings of withdrawal make my heart feel like its going to burst.
> Come to me.
> I am addicted to your presence.
> I need you, to feel you, to see you, to smell you, to love you. I need to
> want you.
> My heart urges me to express the truth
> To face reality
> To let go and jump and be free.
> But there is no safety net, nothing to catch me.
> Is there? Is that in u?
> If I jump
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Now playing: Madonna - Ray Of Light
http://foxytunes.com/artist/madonna/track/ray+of+light
So you say your my soul mate and wonder if you are you without me.
I savor the flavor of sweet butterscotch laced with caramel cream
I long to cup some on the tip of my tongue and share it with you
in a long lingering tease of a kiss
tongue tied and twisted as your lips try to engage with mine
I hold back only allowing you the tip.
If I dive into you we become one, from two?
Each having our distinct texture and flava
wile creating a new sensation for the world to behold where we intersect.
The question is not ....
If I jump in you will I be free?
Will I be complete?
Will I be me?
It is when we combine will we be so powerful as to claim freedom for the world.
will the world ever be the same?
will you and I be WE?
I know the flava of caramel and it's so smooth
created by the right combinations of brown sugar and cream
but what will we call it with the addition of butterscotch?
I can smell it intoxicating drawing me closer
arousing my senses.
Again... could Caramel become my drug of choice???
Brian
> From: "Tracy Denise"
> Date: Thu, 08 Aug 2002 23:14:13 -0700
> Subject: the caramel obsession part 1
>
>
> The Caramel Obsession
>
> Feelings of withdrawal make my heart feel like its going to burst.
> Come to me.
> I am addicted to your presence.
> I need you, to feel you, to see you, to smell you, to love you. I need to
> want you.
> My heart urges me to express the truth
> To face reality
> To let go and jump and be free.
> But there is no safety net, nothing to catch me.
> Is there? Is that in u?
> If I jump
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Now playing: Madonna - Ray Of Light
http://foxytunes.com/artist/madonna/track/ray+of+light
Bumpin
Bumpin into you is so much fun!"
Traveling at different speeds
drifting between different planes
we bump into one another
like molecules of matter
sometimes heated and exited
butting Helium-heads.
other times suspended like molasses on a winter morning
slow-mo neighbors noticing exquisit detail
as the world whirs by.
I keep noticing you
not like a meteor or a shooting star
just passing though ,
but like another celestial body
heavenly , with line of sight and a sweet elliptical orbit .
we do bump into each other once and again,
then once again .
then seeming like it might not happen
we find ourselves on a near-miss collision-course .
Of course gracing each other with a grazing of each other.
You slipped by this time...
I don't think we actually bumped.....
Did we?
B* ;-)
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Now playing: Perfect Sense - Bumba [Stereo Sax Mix]
http://foxytunes.com/artist/perfect+sense/track/bumba+%5bstereo+sax+mix%5d
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Now playing: Madonna - Ray Of Light
http://foxytunes.com/artist/madonna/track/ray+of+light
Traveling at different speeds
drifting between different planes
we bump into one another
like molecules of matter
sometimes heated and exited
butting Helium-heads.
other times suspended like molasses on a winter morning
slow-mo neighbors noticing exquisit detail
as the world whirs by.
I keep noticing you
not like a meteor or a shooting star
just passing though ,
but like another celestial body
heavenly , with line of sight and a sweet elliptical orbit .
we do bump into each other once and again,
then once again .
then seeming like it might not happen
we find ourselves on a near-miss collision-course .
Of course gracing each other with a grazing of each other.
You slipped by this time...
I don't think we actually bumped.....
Did we?
B* ;-)
----------------
Now playing: Perfect Sense - Bumba [Stereo Sax Mix]
http://foxytunes.com/artist/perfect+sense/track/bumba+%5bstereo+sax+mix%5d
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Now playing: Madonna - Ray Of Light
http://foxytunes.com/artist/madonna/track/ray+of+light
Brown Skin
Warm and sweet like fertile earth,
Beckoning me to lay down on the ground,
I want to feel the texture again
Of turned soil holding me to my roots.
Brown skin,
Melanin absorbing the sun.
Glistening wit moisture as I swipe my for head,
Pfweeew!
I can taste it!
Honey sweet,
The color of molasses,
Turning me on.
I can see it melding around my butterscotch waist,
Pinning me down in a playful tussle.
I can feel it calling me home,
reminding me of the richness of touch.
Brown skin goes down like a warm mango,
Picked in the afternoon.
Aroma forcing me to
taste what lies beneath the skin.
I devour this tender fruit,
Juices running down my cheek.
You smile
And say that I eat like a hungry man
Well!
That, I am!
BD
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Now playing: Perfect Sense - Bumba [Stereo Sax Mix]
http://foxytunes.com/artist/perfect+sense/track/bumba+%5bstereo+sax+mix%5d
Beckoning me to lay down on the ground,
I want to feel the texture again
Of turned soil holding me to my roots.
Brown skin,
Melanin absorbing the sun.
Glistening wit moisture as I swipe my for head,
Pfweeew!
I can taste it!
Honey sweet,
The color of molasses,
Turning me on.
I can see it melding around my butterscotch waist,
Pinning me down in a playful tussle.
I can feel it calling me home,
reminding me of the richness of touch.
Brown skin goes down like a warm mango,
Picked in the afternoon.
Aroma forcing me to
taste what lies beneath the skin.
I devour this tender fruit,
Juices running down my cheek.
You smile
And say that I eat like a hungry man
Well!
That, I am!
BD
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Now playing: Perfect Sense - Bumba [Stereo Sax Mix]
http://foxytunes.com/artist/perfect+sense/track/bumba+%5bstereo+sax+mix%5d
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