If I had a nickel for every time I heard that line, I would throw them all at you. Every first Monday at CAMP Bar in downtown Saint Paul. Want captions on all videos? A nationwide Button tour? Check us out on Patreon! Reblogged 3 weeks ago from buttonpoetry. Hi I was just wondering your poem thighs what does it really mean when you think critical about it? What does that poem mean to you all? Posted 1 month ago.

Murder in Alexander Brody Street. And ended with murder in Alexander Brody Street. Singing happily, the crowds. Link arms, united together. Student and soldier and factory worker. At long, long last. The veil of stifling, strangling silence.

Wednesday, December 01, 2010. Open your eyes and see the wonder. Of your own existence reveal itself. Softly humming words of love into your heart. Let me show you the way to reveal your. Oneness with the one that is I am what I am. The constant presence of all that it is. Wants to reveal the truth of one within one. Allow the love making of consciousness. Outpouring into the womb the seeds.

Saturday, August 9, 2014. My books on create space. Each year passes and then another;. I seem not to see the passing of the years. My mirror shows change, but unnoticed. When viewed day by day, it seems. Viewing old videos forces me out of denial;. The years have flown and I now see how fast. But it must have been longer than just yesterday. Moving away now from grandma and grandpa,.

Monday, June 20, 2005. I was probably The One Jesus. I was probably the one who shook you as violently as the storm was to wake you, and pleaded for you to calm it. I was probably the one who sank into the ocean when you called me to come to you. I was probably the one who scolded the women for washing your feet with precious oil, and wasting it. I was probably the one who had forsaken you for 30 pieces of silver. I was probably the one who denied you three times.