Monday, March 31, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
CStP's Angel on the Bay
~ On Angel Island ~
Clio, history's muse, lived on quahogs and taters through her early years
and set the zendo bells to rhyme with
sunrise and art.
Away from Maine,
she does as she pleases,
saving lost slabcaptains and buffers
from electrophoresis.
Clio, history's muse, lived on quahogs and taters through her early years
and set the zendo bells to rhyme with
sunrise and art.
Away from Maine,
she does as she pleases,
saving lost slabcaptains and buffers
from electrophoresis.
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(Original card and figure by Carol St.Pierre; MSPainted seascape and poem by myself)
Monday, March 17, 2008
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Patti Torrey singing at the Home Pond: Battle Mountain Ranch
Everybody's wonderin' what and where they all came from.
Everybody's worryin' 'bout where they're gonna go when the whole thing's done.
But no one knows for certain and so it's all the same to me.
I think I'll just let the mystery be.
Some say once you're gone you're gone forever, and some say you're gonna come back.
Some say you rest in the arms of the Saviour if in sinful ways you lack.
Some say that they're comin' back in a garden, bunch of carrots and little sweet peas.
I think I'll just let the mystery be.
Everybody's wonderin' what and where they all came from.
Everybody's worryin' 'bout where they're gonna go when the whole thing's done.
But no one knows for certain and so it's all the same to me.
I think I'll just let the mystery be.
Some say they're goin' to a place called Glory and I ain't saying it ain't a fact.
But I've heard that I'm on the road to purgatory and I don't like the sound of that.
Well, I believe in love and I live my life accordingly.
But I choose to let the mystery be.
Everybody's wonderin' what and where they all came from.
Everybody's worryin' 'bout where they're gonna go when the whole thing's done.
But no one knows for certain and so it's all the same to me.
I think I'll just let the mystery be.
I think I'll just let the mystery be.