JOAB''S SCRIBBLINGS

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Saturday, July 30, 2011

My next door neighbor

The girl next door moved out today. Silently and without expressed acknowledgment of my presence, she trudged into the house and out again, almost warily, as if feeling her way along an unfamiliar corridor where shadows of hurt and pain nipped at her every movement. For several years I had watched... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, July 28, 2011

Memories of Venice and the Dragon at two o'clock high.

It was mid-afternoon on a summer day, when the dragon landed in Venice Bay. A handsome creature of iridescent hues, it capsized sailboats and consumed the crews. Using its feet to paddle and tail to steer, it propelled itself to Santa Monica pier, opened its mouth and with a hearty crunch, added ten... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, July 25, 2011

Words for those who can understand

Do not be so quick to hasten the falling sand, for we have invested more than an hour glass of time in this world. These words I repeat mantra-like at each dawn, and in hushed prayer when darkness prevails. So, hasten not your departure, I say; for you know full well the nature of that carriage and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, July 24, 2011

Sorry to be late but had a major/ minor emergency that took me away

I promise at sometime today I will comment on your own posts; just let me catch my breath and get settled again. J Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, July 20, 2011

FLIGHTS OF UNBIDDEN THOUGHTS The almost noon sun moves in many dimensions, through worlds unseen. Space becomes an erratic sculpture, an abstraction of pure thought distilled into energy we can only hint at but never comprehend, except as five senses eternally seeking the sixth. Joab Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, June 2, 2011

REDUNDANCY

REDUNDANCY The riddle of life repeats itself in eternal redundancy. Enigmatic in its simplicity, the riddle has been the bane of great thinkers and the chamber door to insanity should anyone dare venture too far without protection. So it is with the poem. One ventures along the corridors of the... Sign in to see full entry.

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PURSUIT OF A HINT

God, I beseech you must humbly to offer at least a cohesive clue about this seeming miracle that you present to humanity; of being filled to capacity, and yet, empty save for space and orbiting objects. Multi-dimensional themes, where time lies dormant and exotic cycles hold sway. What's that? Not... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, June 1, 2011

JOAB''S SCRIBBLINGS

Dr's day so I will be posting later on. More poking and prodding and needles. So it goes. J Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, May 30, 2011

A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM

A DREAM Late night I found myself as within a dream. And in this dream, I was in a strange and cluttered attic filled with both exotic and familiar objects. I espied a most dusty mirror and looked upon its surface. Seeing only dimly my image beyond the dust, I used a nearby rag to clean the glass.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, May 27, 2011

DANSE MACABRE

I have grown weary with this world and its many shadings of truth and falsehood. I say to this world:: “NO MORE! Be done with me and take whatever plunder that may be left in the wake of my passing.” All that is noteworthy has now become passé; and the mundane has assumed the regal – and once... Sign in to see full entry.

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