The Right Column

The end of Winter

Melt Already!

I would have thought by now, two weeks before Easter, that the snow would be gone. It isn't. And it's shiveringly cold because the snow pack keeps everything around the ground at least 32F.

Even though there is still snow, the birds are back. A robin is hopping around near the big spruce that it lives in on the ground, grubbing for worms. The snowbanks, at the end of the day, glowed like lamps in sunlight. Last night the Moon and Venus were amazing!

Make love not war!
   

Sun Studios, Memphis, Tennesee
Sound City, Sunny, 
California.

March 11, 2015

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Music music music music music music!

Hey, cool news! Brian Wilson will be honored with Brian Fest, in LA, week before Easter. Sold out except for VIP seating (expensive!)

Here is Brian:

Mr. Brian Wilson, Oct 2014, Modesto, CA

Here is Al:

Mr. Al Jardine, Oct 2014, Modesto, CA

These guys gave a great show!

"Ah, acid radio . . ."

when you listen and you feel like
'can this really be happening?'





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March 11, 2015


clean water, even for enemies.
delete your delusions.

Celebrate 
 Christ!  

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    kindness
    is the
    real rule
    that everyone
    agrees with
lifestyle of loving unconditionally
March 11, 2015

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Outside of the pain
inside of the heart
some call it plain
some call it art.

Sadness
never ends
it gets happy


My happy
was my sad before
without you
but you came back.

My happy was so sad before
pining for your smile.

Pining for you smile I couldn't remember
a world without you
even though we had just met.
Is this what separation is?
You were always there, a dark-star
unknown
like a magnet
hidden in the wall
grabbing for all the 
Damascus Steal
and pulling it in
and keeping it
        
The finely forged affections
of strangers means
that once there were showers of sparks and an annealing.

And a survivor thus annealed.

Survive.
Be annealed.

    Fear the Lord ~ ⏲⏱⏰⏲⏱⏰⏰⏲⏱⏰⏰
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Praise the Lord!

Poems about Sean

Maybe there
  they don't need words anymore
so poems about Sean,
who deserves many many volumes of them,
wouldn't mean anything.
It's just Sean
being funny
It's just Sean, with his smile.
It's just Sean, being fearful
that things are awkward
because he never wanted to say good bye to you.
He never wanted to say goodbye to you
there on the porch
in the twilight
with beers and waiting bride.

Some dogs bark somewhere in that bardo
it's Sean making a joke about how funny separation is because he's still there
pulling for you from Heaven
never stopped
doesn't even know he's gone
gone on
gone on and on
about someone who is lost and gone and fallen down to sleep
beside the gentle river flow
like a baby in a basket
let loose into the flood of bardo.

At a bar door
if you stand there a little more
the world comes by 
for a drink
singing.

Singing
Sean Sean Sean
We all know that you are there
getting on
ON on and on
that magic bus at the bar door.

Oh at the bar door
on Mass ave
you could be walking the sidewalk
or taking a cab
you can take the Mass Ave Bridge
by MIT
and it will be midnight
sometimes you might see . . . 

The night of the cold 
it's was lonely in the news
the son of all that is wonderful
fell down sleeping,
oh . . . how . . . can it be that the son, that most wonderful
man is
really gone?

mourning for someone
who you never knew
his face smiles down on you.
An angel?
A Saint?
I can tell you what he was,  not what he ain't.
Smart, funny,faithful, wonderful, unsure, expressive, empathic, beautiful.


oh, ya, the fantasy of dream
to hope that he will be there when the scene
is wonderful
in Heaven
how could it be Heaven if he weren't there
because he is Heaven.
Sean is Heaven.
Wonderful.
Always worth remembering.
Faithful and loving.
He never wanted to say goodbye to you who he loved.
He never let go
when you needed him to keep holding on
even if it seemed like something else.
He's still holding on, still
standing strong
doesn't know that the song
can ever end
or the that the humor
has a final punch line.

Final act
Memories fade
like flowers, past bloom.
Grave yards give no secrets.
Stones crumble, and robbers rob.
plaque melted, statue smashed.

Sean,
you are forever
the most joyous
of humorous giggling love
forever,
no loss, no broken shards,
just whole love,
baked and ready
for the final feast.

 POEMS ABOUT SEAN

At a bar door
if you stand there a little more
the world comes by 
for a drink
singing.

Singing
Sean Sean Sean
We all know that you are there
getting on
ON on and on
that magic bus at the bar door.

how could it be Heaven if he weren't there
because he is Heaven.
Sean is Heaven.
Wonderful.
Always worth remembering.
Faithful and loving.
He never wanted to say goodbye to you who he loved.
He never let go
when you needed him to keep holding on
even if it seemed like something else.
He's still holding on, still
standing strong
doesn't know that the song
can ever end
or the that the humor
has a final punch line.

Final act
Memories fade
like flowers, past bloom.
Grave yards give no secrets.
Stones crumble, and robbers rob.
plaque melted, statue smashed.

Sean,
you are forever
the most joyous
of humorous giggling love
forever,
no loss, no broken shards,
just whole love,
baked and ready
for the final feast.

              

I got nothing more