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Hopi elder speaks



(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.

stars blanket my light-dripping soul
as I fall with the weeds of time
time's life juice oozes away
and I hear you call my name.
"My void," say I, "do you fairly?"
(Almost fell into the round hole squarely.)
Printed Source: Outstanding Poets of 1998, National Library of Poetry; Owings Mills MD
©1992, 1998 All rights reserved.


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]


[McClure, borderlands writer and showman, started his music career after graduating University of Arizona. He played bars and clubs for five years, then spent ten years in math/CS, culminating in a stint at NASA Houston as computer research scientist. Late in 1991 he returned to writing and music fulltime in Nashville TN.]
 

  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





untitled fr. Planet Arkadelphia [v.1 n.2]
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.
[©10/08/1998 S.G. Miller]









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