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𝖲𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽-20𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆, “𝖶𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁,” 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖣𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌. 𝖧𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 1 𝗈𝖿 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗒!
𝖬𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗏𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗌. 𝖬𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 4 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾! 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗆𝗂𝖼 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌.
𝖶𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎? 𝖫𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌! 👇🏽
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Would we see through such fog, that oppressive grey dark that falls around us? Our leader cries out, "Hello, Hello, for love's sake Hello and come to our aide." The darkness swells and ebbs. It swallows sounds, the cries of our leader, echo fades with our recoil.
The road we tread, broken and overgrown. Shapes in the mist, faint sounds behind are but the ghosts that stalk our steps. The strongest of us falter and shake, no rest, no sleep in this journey unending. "We will die here" are the whispers. We keep moving into the grey dark. One by one our band dwindles and the shadows in the grey multiply. Those of us left hear familiar voices then nothing.
"Hello! Hello, for love's sake Hello..."
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Drum Rehab. Step #1 remove hardware and vinyl.
You think you’re the magic bean? You’ve been on shore for a day And already ruler of Andes. Are you the one who talks? The giver of shadow Beyond the wall? The haves and have-nots Will be meeting about the measures taken Just to get you a throne, Built on the backs of so many. Hallowed ground stained in sticky pen ink Now used to store the garbage cans, Keep them out of the rain.
Are you the keeper of the empty books? Blank pages that teach so much Or so we’ve been schooled. Line up, sit down, stay still, keep quiet Walk the path of the worker bee. Do your damn job and be thankful, Thankful we have use for you at all. What else could you be? A painter, A sculptor, An interpretive dance major on a budget working for that pizza joint downtown on nights and weekends? That doesn’t pay. It doesn’t pay. Make something of yourself. Make money for someone else. Done something mildly creative, Hang it on the fridge, Here’s a cookie, go and play.
No
Take that shovel and sculpt the earth. Take that keyboard and write a play. Take that hate for your day and create love, A love for everyone one. Create and be your own higher power. Build your own throne, conquer the shadows On the other side of the wall, They’re just you. And now you’re king of the Andes Queen of the Rockies, Fool to no one And the hope of your kingdom, Population 1 and that’s enough for now.
09/07/2016
November, 22 degrees
Cold morning but the wood stove is burning.
A heavy blanket, the dog and Donald Hall seems to be creating a perfect moment.
Monadnock Region New Hampshire
Brilliant gold band on a turkey feather I found on the snow.