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Sep. 5th, 2010 @ 10:10 pm (no subject)
Moved from upstairs to downstairs painted many rooms many bright colors. have 7 occupants in the apartment. kitty growing. There is more to do. Bought automatic sander soon to take back the porch and install new iron rail for the stairs. Thoughts of the ghosts and goblins and how to help them enjoy the holiday. Fog maker. (check.) Black light (check.) Strobe light (check.) Grave stones (check.) Sound activated bats on a string (needed.) scooby doo eyes (needed.) I LOve you folks. Peace.
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Dec. 3rd, 2009 @ 09:09 pm random sqee thing
Aristarchus (310 BC - c. 230 BC) was a Greek astronomer and mathematician, born on the island of Samos, in ancient Greece. He was the first Greek astronomer to propose a heliocentric model of the solar system, placing the Sun, not the Earth, at the center of the known universe (hence he is sometimes known as the "Greek Copernicus"). His astronomical ideas were not well-received and were displaced by those of Aristotle and Ptolemy, until they were successfully revived and developed by Copernicus nearly 2000 years later. The Aristarchus crater on the Moon was named in his honor.
Aristarchus believed the stars to be very far away, and saw this as the reason why there was no visible parallax, that is, an observed movement of the stars relative to each other as the Earth moved around the Sun.
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Nov. 29th, 2009 @ 12:12 am new poem 11/29/09
There in the moment
after the sun
sinks under the horizon
I find you
Like long branches
made from shadow
dragging on in
the fading light
The solidity
of your spirit
reaching past
constraint, over
subtext,
loud as pride
whose thorn
worn proudly
made the mouse
never matter
its tiny fingers
missing the trap
and hurries home
to spouse
and child
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Nov. 1st, 2009 @ 01:55 am (no subject)
Happy Halloween! :)
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Oct. 28th, 2009 @ 09:50 pm scarletts tirade a celestial parade
I am in awe, I am in infatuation infused with adoration.
These fleeting glimpses through the veils
surrounded by the pitter patter of childrens innocence
like small breaths and wailing winds
each importance like a brick building
upon another to make houses even wolves
can't move even earth's quake cannot stir
astronoughts can see this blue marbels
spinning in orbit around the attention getter
the laws of reality enforcing themselves
light the weight of a chest tired of crying
only to build up and boil over again sending out
the magnetic call of displeasure like a whipstrike
into the universe and the void gentle as a mothers
nighttime melody softly humming accepts these
attempts at control the earth a simple snotbubble under
the waves a speedbump a comma
these waves of fear of wanting of not knowing
where we go when we sleep not knowing if mother and father
would be there upon waking taking moments to kick feet and prattle
and daudle crunching leaves in a cacophoney of joy held swinging
between larger hands like Haleys comet swinging into and out of orbits
of universe's
your home in motion, your trailers on wheels
but pebbels in your pull are your family
shinning in moonlight softened from breezes
in skin worn from crying
trancendense crying from being worn
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Oct. 25th, 2009 @ 08:35 am x marks the spot
(Emo poetry take one)


Take it to the top of the tape
There are issues that are at stake
like the one in my fat black heart
like the one fapped on your plate

why would words make you irate
where would action meet
the rubber on the road?
to hate a poem is a crime against logos.

Is thought itself to be put on the stand?
Completly bypassing any sort of self edit
built completly on impulses credit
without experiences value to validate?

Once you have divorced the Id from the ego
where do you go? I don't know, maybe
someone else can show
ergo the uninformed run in circles

broken and perfect
whole and missing
forgiven and blamed

we call this life
what else could it be
the alternative to it
is an unknown quotiant

X marks the spot

Generational variable
very able and willing
giving and taking
loving and healing
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Oct. 11th, 2009 @ 09:51 pm STRAWMAN ARGUMENT
He looks down.
His head bent by the broom
thrust through his spine.

A mockery of Christ
of intent of honesty of charity.
His loose gloves flapping in the breeze
to scare away crows feeding from what was freely given.

Stuffed with words that are not his,
covered in cloths that don't fit,
eyes sewn button shut.

All Lady Justice
with no sword
no scales
no blindfold
All burnt burlap
discarded dishtowels
paisly hancerchiefs

The wind cries through the feild
begging for the sincere honesty of the harvest
but someone used the rest of the gasoline
and the engine won't turn over

With two quick flicks of flint and laughter
small footsteps between the rows of corn
leave long shadows from short frames
as a burning argument leaves ash remaines

by Christopher M O'Neill 10-11-09
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Sep. 30th, 2009 @ 02:59 pm oh the hipocracy warps my fragile little mind
they say be quiet on the stairs
but are louder than a lions roar
spirituality has a time piece that must be obeyed
but chalk drawings are thought of as icons
right action leads right thought
but left action brings victory

no no no no no no no no no no
explination
no no no no no no no no no no
discussion
no no no no no no no no no no
hirarchy that makes sence
no no no no no no no no no no
peace through understanding
no no no no no no no no no no
risk assesment
no no no no no no no no no no
forgiveness
no no no no no no no no no no
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Sep. 21st, 2009 @ 03:57 pm The guy in the hat kills the other guy in the hat
I know not that a maltese falcon sits on my head
but I can see whats on your hat.
I'm not telling though,
you have to ask questions to find out...

you say, " Is my hat a animal?"
so coy as to not tip your...
or show your hand.
"what is your definition of an animal?"
Jane goodall sits on my good shoulder nudging me.

you say " Standard biological definition."
so lacking in ethical debate
or letting one's perspective color an answer.
I wonder does God think cannabalism is worse than murder?

I say "No, not by the standard," with a smirk.
I take another drink of salted desert coffe.
You say " Could I use my symbol as a form of currency?"
I say " you could use anything as currency..."

adding " If your not going to take this seriously."
You say " I can't ask my right question..."
" until I am in my right mind."
I say try being more specific.



(to be continued)
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Sep. 18th, 2009 @ 09:17 pm Me and my shadow
we hand hour hadknow
tolling down feather haveanew
ticking across faces
tickeling quills in tight spaces

What we knew must have left
get up van gough mustard godot and bent
through what was sent
loves message got kempt
va klempt stuck in a throat
frogivness thought a tongue
showed a cat and down it went

skinned in acid of stomach
counted like bacteria in purgatory
and past like coose coose through a colony
founded on tooth, must us?, and a Mary can way

Tom harrow is a brother's hey
Que?
pass the ohm's to hear the donkey brey
transformed from coal and steam and corn and uranium
and solar and lunar and winter and mid Summer Knights Seam

There for rogue's dagger to find flesh
save and a hare cut to blitz

and a dee dee dee and a da da da and whatever the hell else you want to throw in im tired sleppy time

badrhyme for bozo

Christopher M O'Neill
09/18/09
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