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interesting walking around Knoxville near homeless. grateful to have friends who will put me up and to be able to take a shower! thank you Eric. eric is a friend who writes. he has written a book called Between Sleep and Awake. you can find it on a amazon as a self publshed book and download.
here is the link:
http://www.amazon.com/Between-Sleep-and-Awake-ebook/dp/B00BTRMWU4/ref=sr_1_sc_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1367433482&sr=1-1-spell&keywords=between+asleep+and+awake
knoxville has a different feeling to me. i have have changed. it has changed, whatever.
the universe is constantly moving, in change.
and so it goes.
i wrote a poem this morning for no reason😊 (or because i had the lines in my head and because where i am.)
goes like this:
entitled: Circle
my circle is small
my circle is spiral
my circle is you
is me
spinning round
spinning round
my circle is wide
my circle collapses
when all is lost and forgotten
when all is what you make it
your circle spinning, twirling like the hula hoop dancers
stuck
not stuck
stopped
not stopped
my circle, my circle
small, wide, big and tall
my spiral, my spiral
keep it spiral
spinning round and round
my square, your square
it stops there
what else? i met a friend, a new friend
from the land of scotts
of course he plays soccer
cause there is where it was played (and still played), invented
a social sport my friend tells me it is
but it is not called soccer
it is called Football, spelled the same (as here in the states)
we kicked we talked
quite a nice fellow
thank you Ricky for the time in the grass on the field kicking and such
i saw a boy with died hair who is almost finished with first grade
his name is Brenden
he is the son of a friend and a friend
what a kid!
kicking his miniature ball!
it is good to get out
is it not
in such lovely weather
it is good to stay in in such foul weather
either way
it is good to get out
in foul or fair
get wet
run in the rain
be a kid
without pain
you have collapses
you scream'
you cry
but it is only experience
then then then
experience is just experience
i see the same faces in the park
smae place
but changed
out of wheel chair, sheis
walking around
have you changed?
for real...
are we all just reurning home
because we are all just visitors on a planet
Earth
is earth a visitor in this qudrantof the galaxy?
if you are a visitor how do leave the place in which you have stayed?
is it better worse the same?
do you pickup trash on the side of the road to stop it from being food in the belly of a dead albatross chick?
what a nice meal of plastic lids and tampons, perhaps
yes it is quite graphic, quite sad, perhaps
but again it is just experience
and learning from where we are
where are we?
where are you?
who are you?
visitor of planet earth
visitor from afar
visitor near
visitor driving
or walking
or crying
visitor, visitor
where you be
as the black man says
who you be
chess, chess
the game of life
is the question
how to play or how
to win
?
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