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slim jibbidy
by MELT RAD
orally interpreted by RAD
NO!
Hollow by RAD
Walking confidently on Earth
Filled with knowledge
Brimming with life
Inhaling the healing atmosphere
The fruits of existence surround all sides
An explorer seeking adventure
Overflowing with the capacity for good
Eager to lend a helping hand
One who shares
Who makes a difference
But hollow inside
A void in heart and soul
Blood pumping just to support life
Going through the motions of existence
Everything a blur
Lost
searching for meaning and guidance
acceptance and understanding
rummaging around the splinters of a spirit in formation
False smiles often hide pain
in the darkness kept to oneself
a singular point of diamond density
shielded from light
but cracked thank goodness
Walking confidently on Earth
incomplete somehow
stumbling in the search
for balance
to merge all knowledge with that of the ache
moving forward through the thorns
across the stream of fire
gasping for breath in the vacuum
to emerge on the other side
On Earth
Skipping this time
Brimming with life
Wiping away the tears
The fruits of existence surround all sides
An explorer seeking adventure
Strength gained
Unstoppable.
Das Ende
--
I'm on vacation.
As I walk, as I walk
The universe is walking with me
In beauty it walks before me
In beauty it walks behind me
In beauty it walks below me
In beauty it walks above me
Beauty is on every side
As I walk, I walk with Beauty.
-Traditional Navajo Prayer
Each breath is a gift.
Each second that passes is another moment to soak up and learn. Each tick of the clock is a marvel of life.
Each step we take on life's journey is special.
Each person we contact is worthy of respect.
Each moment is to be cherished.
Share these moments with me.
forever energy
by RAD
11-13-04
shifting sands of Time
slip through the cracks
of life
offering no solace
as it
stalks us
and ages us
fills our heads with wisdom
with each breath it passes
infinity spreads above and below
far left and far right
spanning eternally
its chaos and darkness
wonders and mysteries
light and matter
containing everything
energy
Time owns us all.
we tread on to conquer it
but it always wins
and claims all things
ceaselessly moving forward
locking the past
carving the future
it’s only a matter of time.
Das Ende
--
Blossom
by RADale
before I met you
I was a tunnel dweller
covered in grime in a sunless world
feeling not seeing
those diamond cluttered walls
with water just beyond reach
static charge came rumbling
so bright to dim eyes
traveling since creation
it flared that flash
and broke the light into a spectrum
its shards penetrating deep
to the core of a man it infused
with a breeze supreme
opening up the sky beyond time
illumination to the West it started
energizing good ground
teased by the horizon
and it grew to an ever-expanding day
deploying further to the mystery beyond
a nova encompassing
standing elevated
absorbing it all
trumpets sounded
with traverse a skip in step
bold movements to the future road
hardhatless
Das Ende
Since I will be in Florida tomorrow, here is Jeff's birthday rap!
--
J. Charles Birthday Rap 2007
Yo. Check it. Step it.
Have a fit. Lay sit. Tasty grit.
Swampy word lit.
He downloadin’ the hi-rez
Sportin’ Yoda Jedi Mastah head Pezâ
I see the J. Charles flappin back and forth
Up inside dat great white north
Shabby with gravy on his chin
Drinkin’ bathtub jin
Grayin’ and baldin all seamy chagrin
Stand backs coz he’s kin!
Back ache when awake!?
The cotton candy was a mistake!
New Underroos you forsake!
And quake! Don’t forget the emergency brake!
He’s ancient.
Clothes be torn and tattered.
Focaccia batter all a splattered!
Them comics double bagged and scattered!
Finest china broke and shattered.
Craggy membrane surround dat body
Bearded and hairless is so oddly
But wise and wizardly you embody
I see you craftin’ wit dat twine
A technique dat you refine
It’s all good and you’re doin’ fine
Coz yowza my man, you be 29!
-----Original Message-----
From: Mr. Russell A. Dale
Sent: Sunday, January 05, 2003 5:09 PM
To: MELT
Subject: slim jibbidy
Slim Jibbidy! I know him.
Slim Jibbidy took my meals.
Jibbidy Slim be rank.
Tarnish swat slim.
Broke them seals.
He no can win!
Ende
-----Original Message-----
From: MELT
Sent: Sunday, January 05, 2003 5:18 PM
To: Mr. Russell A. Dale
Subject: RE: slim jibbidy
Slim
The Jibbidy ate none
Jibbidy jank them for sure
But Slim Jibbidy can ran
And Ran Jibbidy did
And ran Jibbidy DID!
Ende
-----Original Message-----
From: Mr. Russell A. Dale
Sent: Sunday, January 05, 2003 5:25 PM
To: MELT
Subject: RE: slim jibbidy
Jibbidy ran and he did stoop
tardiness most afoul es loop
skunky pie that Jibbidy Slim
we all know dat dude be dim
ende
-----Original Message-----
From: MELT
Sent: Sunday, January 05, 2003 5:33 PM
To: Mr. Russell A. Dale
Subject: RE: slim jibbidy
Jibbidy be dim
Jibbidy be slow
Slim did slope, but not that meal did he take
Jibbidy jump
Jibbidy jangle
Slim Jibbidy leave them mangle
But not that meal did Jibbidy take
Ende
-----Original Message-----
From: Mr. Russell A. Dale
Sent: Sunday, January 05, 2003 5:37 PM
To: MELT
Subject: RE: slim jibbidy
Slim jibbidy fell upon his rake
and die
die
die
“I Feel Filthy”
Adapted from “I Feel Pretty” in West Side Story
New lyrics by Russ Dale
I feel filthy
Oh, so filthy
I feel filthy and homely and stray
And I pity any one
Who is me today
I feel mangy
Oh, so mangy
It’s alarming how mangy I feel
And so filthy
That I hardly can believe I’m real
See the wretched guy in that mirror there
Who can that dirty guy be?
Such a shiny face
Such a grimy smock
Such a tarnished smile
Such a smelly me!
I feel poopie
And entrancing
Feeling skulky
And dancing for joy
For I’m loathed
By a cleanly wonderful world
I feel filthy
Oh, so filthy
That the city should write me a ditty
A committee should be organized to honor me
I feel smutzig
I feel naughty
I feel homely and filthy and fine
And so filthy
Pig Pen can just resign
LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
See the wretched guy in that mirror there
What mirror where?
Who can that dirty guy be?
Which, what, where, who?
Such a filthy face
Such a grimy smock
Such a tarnished smile
Such a filthy me
I feel poopie
And entrancing
Feeling skulky
And dancing for joy
For I’m loathed
By a cleanly wonderful world!
Das Ende
He sat under the shade tree in silence. Silence. His inhale. His exhale. Heartbeats.
Then noise. Louder. His senses were heightened. He could pick out the cacophony, the din. Earth. Turning. Cosmic. The world became clearer to him. He heard the buzz of insects, of bees flying from flower to flower. It was an odd traverse, nature痴 dance. Dead leaves fell from the trees. They crash softly to the ground. A thunder.
There is traffic on the streets beyond. He heard the bus. Squeaking breaks. Coughing.
A breeze rushed through the area. The plants push towards the sun. They sing when they grow. A plane overhead. A squirrel eats a peach from the tree. He scurries. He痴 eating the peaches. Vague hope City Fox gets him. Hazy hope that squirrel gets eaten dead.
The chair creaks. A barking dog. Two dogs. So many dogs. Engine 16 rolls from the station, sirens blaring. Barking. Howling. Mosquitoes. Sunset. Breeze. Heartbeats. Inhale.
Places.
All over the world.
Different cultures. Different people.
Places.
Just places.
Places to be explored and cherished. Places to be worshiped and understood.
Different architectures. Different religions. Different ground.
All over the world.
Different laws. Different people. Different histories.
Different skies.
They池e just places.
And they池e unlike what you know.
You only meet a handful of inhabitants in this world
in those many different places
that you can truly trust
and they understand your humor
or sadness
or lifestyle
or being
or love
or you.
Because we池e all different.
And inhabit different places. All over the world.
Explore and cherish those unique people.
Worship and understand them. Teach and learn from them.
Understand them. Trust them.
Gain strength from them.
Respect them.
Love them.
Das Ende