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[eagleyez]

Hey wild man...good words up there.

I've come to the conclusion that for drywall work it's crucial not to underestimate the importance of being well hung.....the drywall, that is.

Sounds like the life's battle for happiness is going your way.

It's nice to hear in the midst of the political chaos that's our leadership. It looks like the lid is going to get blown off the kettle before long.

lol-

the drywall is synched quite nicely. Ceilings are a bitch, pure and simple.

good to see you around this forum. I must admit that Im not paying attention to much political mumbo jumbo, as it rocks my boat and I like smooth sailing. Its patently obvious whats going on and I try not to think about it.

have a peaceful Sunday. Me and the little one caught 3 big bass and about 8 bluegill at dawn this morn. We tossed em back and had a priceless time. He is quite the caster.

 

[ruminator]

lol-

the drywall is synched quite nicely. Ceilings are a bitch, pure and simple.

good to see you around this forum. I must admit that Im not paying attention to much political mumbo jumbo, as it rocks my boat and I like smooth sailing. Its patently obvious whats going on and I try not to think about it.

have a peaceful Sunday. Me and the little one caught 3 big bass and about 8 bluegill at dawn this morn. We tossed em back and had a priceless time. He is quite the caster.

I have started to post close to 1,279 political threads here in this forum and deleted them instead of hitting the submit button.



I can't bring myself to spoil the atmosphere here so I leave it over on the GB where it gets the impartial consideration it rightfully deserves.

Was it one of your writings that related the incident of the fisherman with a tape measure that threw back anything he caught over 10" long? Seems that was the size of his skillet.

Precious moments that are irretrievable.

 

[Angeline]

His eyes like yours tilt down.
They hold pain and corners
of emptiness where trust should be.
They question his belonging
anywhere and I understand this.
They are not yet your eyes, sad
but knowing truths burn indelible
strength eventually. He is too
young to understand this,
so I hold his worried gaze
within my own dark eyes.

I want to explain that no one
can leave you, even death
is no ending, nothing can be taken
from the heart, neither time
nor miles carry meaning
in the quixotic vacumn
that is love.

I want to tell him this
is the mattering thing, this love
which is growing even now
in the shape of your legs.
It cannot walk away.
Understanding is a thin line
that won't be broken, but reels
back on the lure of solace.
No need to throw that back.

I want to tell him, but he is too
young, so I buy him ice cream
instead and hold his worried gaze
in my heart and say I
am your friend.

for B

 

[BooMerengue]

His eyes like yours tilt down.
They hold pain and corners
of emptiness where trust should be.
They question his belonging
anywhere and I understand this.
They are not yet your eyes, sad
but knowing truths burn indelible
strength eventually. He is too
young to understand this,
so I hold his worried gaze
within my own dark eyes.

I want to explain that no one
can leave you, even death
is no ending, nothing can be taken
from the heart, neither time
nor miles carry meaning
in the quixotic vacumn
that is love.

I want to tell him this
is the mattering thing, this love
which is growing even now
in the shape of your legs.
It cannot walk away.
Understanding is a thin line
that won't be broken, but reels
back on the lure of solace.
No need to throw that back.

I want to tell him, but he is too
young, so I buy him ice cream
instead and hold his worried gaze
in my heart and say I
am your friend.

for B

For Tristan and Philip, too. They're mother is leaving and taking them from their Daddy. Their eyes are dark, too. It's such a sad thing, but if she doesn't go her insides will dry up and she'll have no love left for anyone.

He will be ok. We all suffer; we all get past it. We just have to keep on loving. You have an overflow. It won't be wasted.

Bye you guys! I'm gonna miss you!

 

[Angeline]

For Tristan and Philip, too. They're mother is leaving and taking them from their Daddy. Their eyes are dark, too. It's such a sad thing, but if she doesn't go her insides will dry up and she'll have no love left for anyone.

He will be ok. We all suffer; we all get past it. We just have to keep on loving. You have an overflow. It won't be wasted.

Bye you guys! I'm gonna miss you!

Be well, my sister. Listen to the music in your own heart and write.

 

[eagleyez]

For Tristan and Philip, too. They're mother is leaving and taking them from their Daddy. Their eyes are dark, too. It's such a sad thing, but if she doesn't go her insides will dry up and she'll have no love left for anyone.

He will be ok. We all suffer; we all get past it. We just have to keep on loving. You have an overflow. It won't be wasted.

Bye you guys! I'm gonna miss you!

Oh my, best of all things to you and yours. I will have your song memorized when next we connect. Ange and I think the world of you, and prayers and thoughts go out to you neverending.

Your Friend-

T.

 

[BooMerengue]

Mornin fishermandude! I think that song needs a chorus- any tree frogs up there? Yup- I'm leaving in an hour or so. Nervous as a whore in church, but all will be well, as my friend Edgar (Cayce) says.

TY, T. You 2 are special in my book, too. See ya soon. First thing I'll look for is Squid. lol

Bye!!

 

[eagleyez]

Mornin fishermandude! I think that song needs a chorus- any tree frogs up there? Yup- I'm leaving in an hour or so. Nervous as a whore in church, but all will be well, as my friend Edgar (Cayce) says.

TY, T. You 2 are special in my book, too. See ya soon. First thing I'll look for is Squid. lol

Bye!!

I put a bridge sorta shift in the chord structure in the middle, but your right, a chorus is in order. We can work on that at the appropriate time.

"A Whore in Church." That cracked me up royally.

Be well, Boo.

 

[BooMerengue]

I put a bridge sorta shift in the chord structure in the middle, but your right, a chorus is in order. We can work on that at the appropriate time.

"A Whore in Church." That cracked me up royally.

Be well, Boo.

Well, where I come from bein royally cracked up is a very good thing!

I'll work on a chorus seein as I'm not goin anywhere. My friend and I talked me right out of it.

Now I feel like a pork chop at a Jewish picnic.

No offense, boobalaaa!!

 

[Angeline]

Well, where I come from bein royally cracked up is a very good thing!

I'll work on a chorus seein as I'm not goin anywhere. My friend and I talked me right out of it.

Now I feel like a pork chop at a Jewish picnic.

No offense, boobalaaa!!

You'd be amazed perhaps at how many of my relatives would have rushed to eat that pork chop--after they checked to make sure no one was watching, of course.

 

[eagleyez]

She suggests Segovia
And I say, honey, you will need a gut string, while
Ancient cork trees on the Spanish gold coast patiently wait as
She speaks of Latin and Cuban,
It must be the heat
And the fan that only cools us
When we pare down to nothing
And bump toes
And chests
And long forever kisses.

My calloused fingers
Still hurt just a little on the steel, thats why
So she needs a catgut with a wide broad neck-
To learn her ocean from me, painlessly
As I play the Ensenada shuffle.

 

[BooMerengue]

Nice to see you Boo, as always.

Your nick makes me think of
Graham cracker crust
Dusted with irridescent sugar
And cinnamon.

Lemon Meringue has always been a fav, but french apple is better. But I don't do the merengue- its too quick for my laid back soul.

My spelling sometimes sucks,
but the nickname stuck!

So now I just tell people it's not a boomerang- it's a double headed dildo well worn on the tips and me and my gal pals ride it together when the conversation dangles.

 

[eagleyez]

Song # infinity

I have a pocket full of change and occasional
Nightly dreams still just a little bit strange
The jet engine cools the runway
With the hottest wind going the other way.

Its a job I needed to find
I scratched the eyes out of my mind and
I found it hard-
It was hard to find.

I get lost on a newer route
And the station manager explained what its about
You are a Storefront Dummy dressed in raincoat and boots,
Overhead a sky full of birds I could never shoot.

Camoflauge and
Packs of gauze
Telecaster on my neck
Fits so comfortably
With no messages to check.

Misconstrued, In a swamp
Cruel as the blues,
Yet an Angelic chord
Is the best of all news.

 

[ruminator]

Lemon Meringue has always been a fav, but french apple is better. But I don't do the merengue- its too quick for my laid back soul.

My spelling sometimes sucks,
but the nickname stuck!

So now I just tell people it's not a boomerang- it's a double headed dildo well worn on the tips and me and my gal pals ride it together when the conversation dangles.

Ah,..ok,...I guess that explains it.

I always thought your nic was pronounced in a way like Boo ma-ran-goo

...and I thought it was kinda hot that way.

 

[ruminator]

I have a pocket full of change and occasional
Nightly dreams still just a little bit strange
The jet engine cools the runway
With the hottest wind going the other way.

Its a job I needed to find
I scratched the eyes out of my mind and
I found it hard-
It was hard to find.

I get lost on a newer route
And the station manager explained what its about
You are a Storefront Dummy dressed in raincoat and boots,
Overhead a sky full of birds I could never shoot.

Camoflauge and
Packs of gauze
Telecaster on my neck
Fits so comfortably
With no messages to check.

Misconstrued, In a swamp
Cruel as the blues,
Yet an Angelic chord
Is the best of all news.

....nice words up there E

Scenes flow easy from you
like an old reel to reel
Seeing people now projected
on the cracked and faded wall

Pack a life of traveling
in a couple of duffle bags
roads run long into the hills
till the round trip coming back

I sit and watch the plot unfold
imaginary film debut
characters are sure to shine
as if somehow they always knew.

 

[Angeline]

Ah,..ok,...I guess that explains it.

I always thought your nic was pronounced in a way like Boo ma-ran-goo

...and I thought it was kinda hot that way.

kinda like boom chocka locka locka?

 

[Guest]

Ballet Lesson

From arabesque to plie
slender necks bend too short
for swans but graceful
in their subtlety
eyes unfocused concentrate
counting in French
"quatre, battement tendu et"
a pause "cinqu, tres bon!"
the reflected barre bares
witness to the pain
the years of works and gnarled
toes forced to bear lightness
on the head of a pin
Degas cygnets yet to earn
their plumage of white

 

[Angeline]

From arabesque to plie
slender necks bend too short
for swans but graceful
in their subtlety
eyes unfocused concentrate
counting in French
"quatre, battement tendu et"
a pause "cinqu, tres bon!"
the reflected barre bares
witness to the pain
the years of works and gnarled
toes forced to bear lightness
on the head of a pin
Degas cygnets yet to earn
their plumage of white

Degas cygnets is priceless.

I had a poster of this on my bedroom wall when I was a teenager.

 

[eagleyez]

....nice words up there E

Scenes flow easy from you
like an old reel to reel
Seeing people now projected
on the cracked and faded wall

Pack a life of traveling
in a couple of duffle bags
roads run long into the hills
till the round trip coming back

I sit and watch the plot unfold
imaginary film debut
characters are sure to shine
as if somehow they always knew.

Thank you humbly Rumi-
I'm teaching the girl to play the old six string
And I dug up something to sing.

I live for character and narration-
Stories, letters, poems and kisses.

 

[ruminator]

kinda like boom chocka locka locka?

Yeah.... ...that's kicking it up a bit.

ha!..I've had a soulfull voice ringing r-e-s-p-e-c-t, in my head all afternoon.

ee....lots of good ones that never get old, eh? It's odd thinking back to learning to play some of these 'classics, now' and hearing them on a commercial.

 

[eagleyez]

Yeah.... ...that's kicking it up a bit.

ha!..I've had a soulfull voice ringing r-e-s-p-e-c-t, in my head all afternoon.

ee....lots of good ones that never get old, eh? It's odd thinking back to learning to play some of these 'classics, now' and hearing them on a commercial.

true indeed

I prattled the words in a couple of minutes-always hoping for something new.

Im such a slacker.

She had the D chord down but her fingers are just about bleeding.

 

[ruminator]

true indeed

I prattled the words in a couple of minutes-always hoping for something new.

Im such a slacker.

She had the D chord down but her fingers are just about bleeding.

I lost a few good women over the years who wanted to play but couldn't bear to lose the nails....after a while the callusi take over

I'd guess there's a quality instrument to learn on....that makes a big difference.

 

[eagleyez]

I lost a few good women over the years who wanted to play but couldn't bear to lose the nails....after a while the callusi take over

I'd guess there's a quality instrument to learn on....that makes a big difference.

The instrument is the soul-

All that is left when the skin is peeled back.

The soul is love, the rest is and are inconsequential, cause thats what will remain in the final hour.

Dancing is a load of fun.

 

[Angeline]

I lost a few good women over the years who wanted to play but couldn't bear to lose the nails....after a while the callusi take over

I'd guess there's a quality instrument to learn on....that makes a big difference.

My fingers are all dented.

The instrument is of very high quality. I have no further comment.

 

[eagleyez]

Well a good goal is enough tough skin to slide up the twelve in the Lute tuning, finding the note that goes with the open chord.

Thats my retreat and I go there again on a nightly sebaticle, mindless off all but the impending sips at your heavenly offering.

Forever in debt, paid and yet owed neverending.

With love. With love. The nights sweet crossing over rivers in the cradle of such tenderness.