(trauma,) fr. Outstanding Poets of 1998; Ntnl. Library of Poetry
[S.G. Miller; Trowbridge Publishing/BMI]
stars dripping light from their eyes in heaven,
cosmos blanket my soul.
timeless as the vast salt sea
. . slithery stingy living things from night
wake me again and break me in flight.
Mis Pensamientos
c.1999 words & music George McClure
"Si quieres la verdad
he amado muchas mujeres,
pero solo tu, solo tu
permanece en mis pensamientos
Quando los cielos, se vuelven frio y gris
y las palomas esconden sus cabezas
y las noches son largas y frias
y la lluvisna goteya, de los arboles
Springtime, Sonora, in Old Mexico
lemon yellow is the color of the sunlight and sunlight is gold
the creosote bush growin, the cactus is swollen
with the bountiful rains and the snow from the mountains above
I ride out far, in the desert we go
climbing the trails through the brush and the arroyos
steadily higher, but soon we grow tired
I turn my eyes o'er the valleys and vista below
[Interlude]
Le amo carinosamente
prometio de encontrarme
en la vereda de San Jacinto
"Mucho carino, mi corazon"
Fourty and sixty and... eighty and more
miles I see deep in the Territory of Old Mexico
the buzzard is glidin, and I see beside him
the canyons and washes, los arroyos, las lomas of home
Le amo carinosamente
prometio de encontrarme
en la vereda de San Jacinto
"Mucho carino, mi corazon"
Le amo carinosamente
prometio de encontrarme
en la vereda de San Jacinto
"Mucho carino, mi corazon"
Si quieres, la verdad
he amado muchas mujeres
pero solo tu, solo tu
permanece en mis pensamientos."
[c.1999 George McClure]
[The multiple-intelligenced McClure is borderlands writer and showman and spiritualist. He's the writer of "The Ballad of O.J. Simpson" and "Alien Love (I Made
Love To An Alien Last Night)". He started his music career after graduating University of Arizona, playing pro for five years, then spent eight years in math/CS,
culminating in a stint at NASA Houston as AI research scientist. August of 1991 he returned to writing and music fulltime in Nashville TN where he resides today.
He toured throughout the 90's, playing up to 220 shows per year with his group "McClure's America". Since 00, George spends his time writing, performing, and
working in spiritual matters.
Spiritually gifted, he called the Magic Deer in his teens, spoke with it and stroked its coarse fur. Slept with Coyotl, and breathed the winds of time. Charmed the
wild grouse and stroked its feathers, in a pact with the Great Spirit to not harm the denizens, his woodland brothers and sisters. Saw the spirit pony at Geronimo's
graves in Medicine Park where a little later twenty-four eagles circled above in layers. Speaks with Huachuca, the God of Thunder, in his dreams. Is a "Chosen
One" and can lay bare your soul, seeing it like a skeleton.
It Is Time george mcclure, 28 jun 2010
http://trowbridgeplanetearth.com
It is time for humanity to stop playing games. Games of war, games of lies, games of deceit, games of theft, games of killing. Games of power, games of greed, and games of control.
It's time for humanity to grow up. It's time for humanity to embrace the immense personal power we humans have, it's time for humanity to understand we are part of the Galactic Universe and its infinite diversity. It's time for humanity to finally be adults.
As for BP and the Horizon event, we're going to arrest the single top owners, put them on forum trial, and when found guilty of crimes against nature and humanity, remove them. They have forfeited their imperative to operate on this planet.
Individuals have also lost their imperative to participate on this planet. Rockefeller Jacob Rothschild queen England queen Netherlands "black" nobility Hayward Paulson Bush Sr Bush Jr Pelosi Kissinger Brzezinski Rumsfeld and so many more...
I want you to understand this. They have lost their imperative to participate in this world, our Earth.
- george mcclure, 28 jun 2010
http://trowbridgeplanetearth.com
Through the crimson deserts of time,
and life's half blink dawn bursting diamonds in the sky,
the raindrops are Heaven's tears dripping over us all
like a warm blanket for the soul
washing us clean from every Sin.