Summer Bleeds into Fall

Green sears into red,

slough summer bleeds into Fall –

framed  season’s etched ridge.

Slowly smoking red

stains the corners of picture –

time’s brushed memory,

a moment smeared perfectly,

touch the rough edges, cut, bleed.

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Wildflowers Dreaming before Arrival of Frost

 

Wildflowers dreaming

before arrival of Frost –

too early sharp edge

cuts a cold black line through green,

bright colours bleed, turn white , crack.

 

2:28 AM EDT Friday 01 September 2017

Environment Canada
Frost advisory in effect for:

  • Elliot Lake – Ranger Lake  (Ontario, Canada)

Some plants may be damaged or even destroyed by frost.

An Arctic high pressure area has cleared the skies and winds are light. As a result, frost is expected early this morning as temperatures drop to near the freezing mark.

Frost advisories are issued when temperatures are expected to reach the freezing mark during the growing season, leading to potential damage and destruction to plants and crops.

Note: Normal Night Time low,  11 degrees Celsius .

 

 

Planet of The Texturians : Lines of Communication

The Planet of the Texturians  opens the lines of communication. They worship the Word and the Line, but few can find their way to their intricate interpretations of perception and constructed realities. 

Pages & Maps: Archival  Reports

Soft Phonemes flash by-

making hard Morphemes tremble,

a gentle rain falls –

thoughts pool up clear reflections,

ripples expand directions.

 

A Cartography of Thoughts from other spheres can be used to find a type of meaning in uncertainty.  There are shorelines that touch Memory; this is where Time translates Experience into foreign tongues. Hyper-Temporal drift  creates parallel identities. Which One is the I ?

A DADAIST POEM – DIRECT COMMUNICATION

 

Are smiles damaged – was transfusion ?

And then,….. before stool house,

lightning hounds cry.

 

Sleeps too, my doctor frozen,

they think wool stones with known woods,

A Jacobian opinion –

 

farmhouse horse, nose village,

tool twine tools –

ashes sorts One Sleep –

evening,…. eyes broken,

modify, respectable I am;

A Transformation Theatre……

 

 

Between,….. often these wings,

then get sand off;

Go two up, Fate Green –

some soften his years,

as a starry vegetable woods.

 

{ Sadly this  intercept was beyond their orbit, now arises the uncertainty of simile vectors on the waves of a sudden discourse. Perhaps the tachyon ships will arrive at a point of singularity,… if their metaphor propulsion engines are intact.}

 

In the garage don’t stand,

Only Silence before Behaviour Lakes.

 

Snow miles out-numbered stiff vagabond;

Go knee woods of bells;

Calls shaken torn bands perfectly –

it watched it in a thesis of her darkest skin.

 

Sins are stopping by the scales;

Assume full-soul-song;

Toe just is so.

The Cyber is Hacked !

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The Cyber is Hacked !

The Inter-web Highway is surfed out –

literally, but in a figurative sense.

 

 

Here external-web is intra-webbed me-text,

for designation of high risk, high threat posts.

The security aspect of cyber is very, very tough –

And maybe, it’s hardly doable/dough-able.

 

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Briefing Intelligence Briefly

with

Do-able Dew-enable 0 Parse  Text-being 

2Too Ballet, The Metaphorical Euphemist,

Q3 in a line – 

Protecting the integrity of internal investigations.

Tweet at 

2R  

   3T    

        6U  …..

 

 

briefing-intelligence

Wired for Truth – Post Lies

on the line between  meaning –

see real metaphors. 

 

interconnected –

how isolated  we are –

relationships

in The Cloud, wisps of voices

evaporate into airs.

 

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Flow, my tears, fall from your springs!
Exiled for ever, let me mourn;
Where night’s black bird her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn.

Down vain lights, shine you no more!
No nights are dark enough for those
That in despair their last fortunes deplore.
Light doth but shame disclose.

Never may my woes be relieved,
Since pity is fled;
And tears and sighs and groans my weary days, my weary days
Of all joys have deprived.

From the highest spire of contentment
My fortune is thrown;
And fear and grief and pain for my deserts, for my deserts
Are my hopes, since hope is gone.

Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell,
Learn to contemn light
Happy, happy they that in hell
Feel not the world’s despite.

 

 

Flow, my tears, (1596)

  – an “ayre” (lute song)

composed by John Dowland.

Note: Hyper-linked words and lines will open in separate tabs.  – explore & be entertained by curious links & sources.

Sweater Time !?

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We’re having a heat wave,

A tropical heat wave,

The temperature’s rising,

It isn’t surprising,

She certainly can can-can.

Heat Wave composed by Irving Berlin

1933 Recording by

  Meyer Davis & His Orchestra

 

Meyer Davis was born in Elliot City, MD in 1893. He started his first band while in high school after being rejected by the school orchestra. He was one of the first band contractors. While continuing to play until his death in 1976, his band played for Woodrow Wilson and for every President since then until Gerald Ford, Davis is best remembered for his numerous groups playing under the Meyer Davis Orchestra banner, in effect turning the name into a brand. At the height of his career, Davis owned 80 orchestras or bands with over 1,000 musicians. As a consequence, Davis successfully controlled much of East Coast Society ( Washington DC , New York, Boston and Philadelphia) functions and celebrations. This continued throughout the 50s & 60s .

Rock ‘n Roll Fifties jived

into Psychedelic dreams,

as Big Bands sit in

suits stuffed in conformity.

What happened to all that Jazz ?

 

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