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SF in the 70s and 80s at Ginsberg's in the marina. The picture was depicted in my memory of that which was as though this is the same, yet different, yet the same, yet not, no wait...it's new, or is it. I'm confused?   
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wouldee:
EXACTLY!!! 
It is the recognition of all upon which one places value and how that can lead one to why. Definitions create boundaries... Jeannie: Playfully spirited are we not?
Artsy... MMMMMMMuuuah!!!! Yeah yeah... the thread goes on for days without a visit from your grace... until Lee comes in... 
Just kiddin'
Lee and Karma...  
I am sorry to hear of your ear, Lee... it will all be better soon... James, the poetic spirit... I do not know why, but I am compelled to say... No justification is necessary for that which we truly are... A small part of that which is... the truth. Davidben:
MorningSong:
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I picture Abra with a black tea-shirt and a French beret sitting in a dark beat-nick bar with a pair of bongo drums singing poetry and drinking cocktails... a bar fly sitting with her legs crossed and heavy eye make-up, a couple listening to the poetry, a drunk passed out in a table in the corner, the bartender is wiping the bar with a rag.. ... its getting close to closing time.... Sounds like fun. I need to get out more!
I do wear color T-Shirts, but I don't have any black ones. They get covered with cat fur too easily.
I'm also not into alcohol. I wonder if the coffee shop would do? I could become known as the local Al Cappuccino. And the bar fly could be an Expresso caffé latté who wears no make up at all and one of those flimsy French maid outfits that reveals her buns and boobs. Wow! I could write a poetic novel whist sipping honey-flavored ginseng tea and beating on my bongos to inspire a climatic rise to loquacious ecstasy. Thanks for starting this thread Creative. I would have never thunk outside the box like this had it not been for the comments of Coffeebean. Err, I mean, Jeanniebean. |
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I do not know why, but I am compelled to say... No justification is necessary for that which we truly are... So where the hell were you when I was two? I was brought up to believe that I had to justify everything! And if I couldn’t justify it then I had to go to my room and wait. What I was waiting for was never clearly explained. |
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Uh... James when you were two, I had not begun to...
And you are more than welcome...
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I do have preconceptions in this life that are killing me!.
There’s no question about it. I fully confess to being mentally ill. I’m even aware of it and it isn’t doing me any good. I just met a girl the other day. She’s only 51 years old. She’s really cute and just my style. I’m a afraid to hit on her. She’s so young and fragile. I’m 59 and in ill-health. Actually it’s more the ill-health that bothers me than the age. I’m afraid to hit on the girl because I fear that I’ll ruin her life. She’ll be stuck with a sickly old man when she should be with a vibrant young man. But then again, she could end up with a real jerk, and my failure to tell her that I’m madly infatuated with her could be her nemesis too. It’s all so damn confusing. How can I know? Would hitting on her ruin her life or save it? I don’t want this kind of responsibility! I just want to go lay down and pretend this is all just a bad dream. Recently I watched “The Secret”, and the one thing that they said that keeps running through my brain looking for a memory cell to occupy permanently is that if we want something the universe will provide it, but it is our responsibility to act on our impulses They say that when you feel it you must act on it. Well I feel like devouring this woman with all my heart and soul. And it’s taking every bit of energy I can muster to keep from acting on that impulse. I don’t want to ruin her life just because I’m crazy about her! How fair is that? Make the world go away I no longer wish to play there’s too much liability I can’t afford to pay Just because I fall in love doesn’t validate my worth I have no right to bother her I can’t guarantee her mirth I’m better off in solitude than playing with her heart I could accidentally drop it and break it all apart To fall in love is selfish I better run and hide I’ll pretend I never met her nor felt the tears I’ve cried She’s better off without me She’ll find a better man it’s written in the doctrines that some Spirit has a plan I really shouldn’t meddle where I know I don’t belong I’m doomed to sing a solo hit as my solitary song 
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Dear Abra,
You say: Recently I watched “The Secret”, and the one thing that they said that keeps running through my brain looking for a memory cell to occupy permanently is that if we want something the universe will provide it, but it is our responsibility to act on our impulses They say that when you feel it you must act on it. Well I feel like devouring this woman with all my heart and soul. And it’s taking every bit of energy I can muster to keep from acting on that impulse. REPLY: Perhaps she will heal you! Do what your impulse tells you and enjoy the time you can with her. Everything else doesn't matter. Be honest and truthful of who and want you are. Things will go better. Thank you for watching "The Secret"! 
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Thank you for watching "The Secret"!
Why would you thank me for that? Where you in it?
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James...
Be open and honest with your situation when speaking with her... when the time comes to, until then... Hold no expectations and no agenda, until it is called for... No agenda, James... just be who you are and conversate with her... It will be as it should... no worries either way... allow her a voice in the matter... do not take her voice from her...
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... allow her a voice in the matter... do not take her voice from her...
That’s the last thing I would ever do. I might take her breath away though.
I could use the extra air!
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The end of that poem had me thinkin' that you were thinkin'...
Meet in a comfortable atmosphere, James, and just hang out with her... allow the reflections to become aware of themselves, or not... Ya never know... 
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ditto, ditto, ditto..... desire no man or women create themself, and it is for a pure purpose, and carry one to their destiny......
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Perhaps she will heal you!
That’s a very real possibility. I’ve been dying from a desiccated heart. If she fills it up with love I might actually feel alive again. I think I genuinely do feel like a zombie lately. And so I’m looking at life as if that’s what I have to offer – a night of the living dead! But the other thing they said in “The Secret” is that we aren’t what we are! We are the result of what we were! So if I spend time with this woman I will eventually become the result of having been with her! OMG!!! I can’t even imagine being that ALIVE again!!! That has a certain scariness all its own. Damn. I’m CHICKEN! Balk balk balk. That’s what it’s really all about. I’m afraid to LIVE! |
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Ah... what is familiar is not always what is best...
I think the universe has given another option here James... Your choice? What will it be determined by? 
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Abra,
Know that she too has weaknesses and apprehensions and fears and shortcomings. Perhaps sharing all means more than sharing nothing, my friend. And if she chooses to be stayed on you, there is nothing you can do to prevent her that. Feel me?
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Dear Abra,
I find you a extremely intelligent man. I have been observing you alot and see you have seen many ways of how things could be. Perhaps you are making it way to difficult for yourself and is the cause of your sickness. Try to crave for positive energy and you will get it back. Make that first step and talk to her. I am sure it will be good. If anything you will achieve a good friendship perhaps and that alone can heal. Now stop running around with your head chopped off like a chicken and do it! cheers
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Wouldee I agree with you.
You won't know until you try!
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to resist the negatives the mind throw at us they control us, but to embrace them and let the heart speak back the rest of the story, we walk thru them and they are torn down, and never can they control us again......no women can resist a man that speak his honest heart if she be for him....
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Now stop running around with your head chopped off like a chicken and do it! Funny you should use that analogy. I was just thinking about chickens with their heads chopped off after reading another thread about killing animals for meat. I used to have chicken and so I’m guilty of creating that very scene. Ok, enough of that. It’s true. It won’t hurt to talk to the woman. If she falls in love with me that’s her fault and not mine. Can’t blame me for that!
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