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We have All Touched The World With Little Fingers


here’s the thing –
the people prayed to God;
deliver us from evil,
from oppression,
poverty,
war,
pestilence,
all this misery.

And hearing their prayers
god sent an answer.

But it wasn’t a king,
an army,
a weapon,
a political party,
not even a religion –
but rather God with all the power and the glory

answered  their prayers

with  a  child

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for you all – may you remember

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with regards to Joseph Campbell

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Campbell

https://www.jcf.org/new/index.php?categoryid=11

peace, ruff notes from the other morning


 

DSC_2751there is no

religion

of

peace

only

people

of peace

be one

~

there is no need

to

prove

anything

to any god

 

whatever god

there is

already knows

 

it takes no

courage

to prove

yourself to god

~

only peace

requires courage,

great courage

 

be couragous

~

what is peace?

it is nothing passive,

it is the

compassionate

forgiving

confident

actions

of a

courageous person

be one

 

Rattlesnake Spells, by p d lyons


 mix media by morgan lyons

mix media by morgan lyons

 

 

A blind man on acid
Finger reads the face of god
 
His name
The colour of mirrors still wishing to be ravens

 

 

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true for christmas is metaphor – best wishes from ireland


We have All Touched The World With Little Fingers

 

here’s the thing –
the people prayed to God;
deliver us from evil,
from oppression,
poverty,
war,
pestilence,
all this misery.

And hearing their prayers
god sent an answer.

But it wasn’t a king,
an army,
a weapon,
a political party,
not even a religion –
but rather God with all the power and glory

answered all their prayers

with  a  child

DSC_2084

for you all – may you remember

________________________________________________________________________________

with regards to Joseph Campbell

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Campbell

https://www.jcf.org/new/index.php?categoryid=11

How Do We Have A Good Life?


preparing for death is all we really can do.
so doing that well,
is enough

 

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God Lights a Cigarette, by pdlyons


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God Lights a Cigarette

On the wood, shadows. Down the
windows, hazy through the drapes
spills the rain. The night,
curving rolling with motion still
whispers with winters needley lips
everything is passing through me.

There is you with your joy – me,
I’m trying to find depressions,
though I’m not sure what I feel.
You are magic mingling essences –
I am day dreaming on physical matters…
my lamp flickers with distress,
it moves the room with my voice:
help me
I’m drowning,
suffocating,
breathless…

*
To be born of your music,
in your magic my life blooms,
my thoughts, words – dissolve into
rich emotions tuned to immortality.

Lost in the lighting of a match,
in between the space and flame –
I become the sparkle in your eyes,
then I return…
Slowly I am returned,
I am the gold ring in your ear –
the unnoticed sensation.
You are cosmic and I am waiting
for the next match.

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With regards to Dennis Greig Editor, Lapwing, Belfast – sorry for spelling your name wrong earlier.

a blue grass kinda god –


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when its all said and done i must admit that i would choose a blue grass kinda god with all that cool meeting again place called heaven. always missed – no matter how many years – my mommy and my daddy.

 

http://youtu.be/BUxF43rpZsI

 

THE CARTER FAMILY
“Will My Mother Know Me There?”

…I have changed with the changing seasons
I am bent with toil and care
When I stand among the angels
Will my mother know me there

Yes, I know that she will know me
In those mansions bright and fair
Mother’s love can ne’er forget me
And I’m sure she’ll know me there

All for me my mother wrestled
When she used to kneel in prayer
Do you think she has forgotten
Will my mother know me there

Yes, I know that she will know me
In those mansions bright and fair
Mother’s love can ne’er forget me
And I’m sure she’ll know me there

Mother’s face has been a beacon
O’er the sea of deep despair
I shall look for her up yonder
Will my mother know me there

Yes, I know that she will know me
In those mansions bright and fair
Mother’s love can ne’er forget me
And I’m sure she’ll know me there

between you and “god” by pd lyons


there’s an old saying you can only find god in the desert. basically it means you must go somewhere alone to find god. desert,mountain,cave,closet. its a private thing. its also the same place you have to go to find yourself, cause the difference between god and you is: g-y, o-o, d-u, – just a few letters really.

 

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god on the rooftops of paris

These Words Are Empty Like The Air You Can’t Live Without


These Words Are Empty Like The Air You Can’t Live Without

Sometimes no one comes back
in addition to that
you live with  all those idiotic things you took for granted.

But we wanted to know.
Our fascination drew us into every variation on a theme.
What would hell be like?
What would we be like in hell?
How would we act?
How would death bring me closer to god?

In a profound activity
I sign myself away.
Surrender to mechanics
Earn relief from anxiety
Freedom from responsibility.
I can walk through carveries of flesh
Fearing no evil mother fucker
Cause that’s who we are.
We need no sanctuary from ourselves.

When the automatic stuff is done
Some of us return to our own.
Loved ones  nothing but food.
God  nothing but permission.
All honour reduced to a blinding reason
All other truths ill mannered and regardless.
Who weeps for us?
Only well and truly duped.
The hearts of our own mothers
We fuck till they’re still

 

pdlyons photography

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Sitting, by pd lyons; from – once we knew the darkness


 

 

 

Sitting

A mans hands on a girls thighs

One on each rolls them out

A better view of what he’s dreamt for so long.

Muscular even in yielding

She allows her deep breath body freely.

Outside women talk how the year slips

School days into holidays beginning school again.

A woman in love writes her name

Moon soft ivory

Pale sky

By the Buddha

By the open window

Major piano chords

A simple charm

Like where in dreams we can’t be hurt.

A man begrudging poetry

Leaves out such things as joy

Hopes a mirage of his own making

Hides in clothes made from mistaken identities

Secrets like superman behind caped crusades

Although blurred some character always lurks

Despite the roles he thinks he should,

He thinks they want, he thinks he must.

A series of figures exchanged through out his life

Even the god he picks a model of dysfunction.

 

 

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