between sleep and awake

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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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