Words can be strange and absurd. Mixing sounds expressions heard.
Once a caterpillar, now a bird. Once a fly on a turd.
Once a rhyme that sounds offbeat.
Just another poet's fleeting wings of inspiration's beating.
Poetry can be the sound of words trickling like water down.
First a trickle then a stream. Open the channel opening...
Eventually we all will see the winding stream become a river
roaring surging to deliver drip drops of melting mountain snows
down to the oce... read more

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Sounds a bit ironic, doesn't it? Byronic if you will. Life is good. In fact, more than good it is great, fantastic, and marvelous! So, I feel like keeping this short for now. I went to Tanzania, East Africa for a month and it changed my life. When I came back, I traveled around Arizona and New Mexico for another month and now I am back in the bay area! Anyway, I just want to get into the habit of musing out loud on the world wide web and tribe.net seems like a bet... read more