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Saturday, March 22, 2008
kentucky Girl
Have you ever seen Kentucky,
On a clear bluegrass night,
when the stars seem to twinkle,
like a baby's first sight.
Have you ever watched the moon,
sweep the river,
in a deep southern swirl?
Than you have seen me in Kentucky,
I 'm that Kentucky girl.
Chorus
Where the bluegrass meets the mountains,
you'll find her bathing near the bridge,,
in the salidago flower,
or the pine upon the ridge,
for Kentucky is a woman,
she's the whole that makes my world,,
Kentucky is a woman,
and I'm that Kentucky girl.
Old men can taste the soil,
and tell you how much it will grow,
old women read their bibles,
but, they can also read your soul.
So when you looked at me don't be fooled,
By the lace or by the pearls,
Cause there's a candor in my cadence,
I'm that Kentucky girl.
Chorus
Where the bluegrass meets the mountains,
you'll find her bathing near the bridge,,
in the salidago flower,
or the pine upon the ridge,
for Kentucky is a woman,
she's the whole that makes my world,,
Kentucky is a woman,
and I'm that Kentucky girl.
jojolona at 4:28:14 AM EDT
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Wednesday, March 12, 2008
It is What we All Wonder
A course description of one mind,
boggled,
keeping up with a life,
this century dictates,
a spill a stain on eternity,
a name, a few short words,
will I ever be remembered,
will you,
will any of the 99.9 percent?
My children will remember,
Perhaps my grandchildren will recall,
a few fractured moments,
friends will reminisce,
over a few laughs,
It is what we all wonder,
have we made some
indelible mark,
one thumbprint,
on a door knob,
on a night stand,
It is what we all hope for,
so why does no one talk about it?
jojolona at 10:17:02 PM EDT
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Monday, March 3, 2008
The Image of Night
The Image of Night
Last night I drempt of you,
the one who carved my heart,
and placed it back into m breast, a useless cog.
Without you love does not exist,
and this heart.
fashioned in shapes of your memory,
is obsolete.
In a world where colors clash in black and white.
where sole surrender,
detains defeat,
I am here,
Living for the sweet Image of the night,
when you will come to me completely,
and this useless heart will beat again.
jojolona at 10:25:12 PM EST
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Sunday, March 2, 2008
Listening to my Sons Music
I listened to the music of my sons,
and caught the notes
whizzing in the air.
with a mother's universal hands,
I placed them in my ears.
Buzzing with energy,
some became beams,
of electric smiles,
that could not be held,
Others more docile but,deliberate,
threaded themselves to the veins of my heart,
and became,
the beat,
I live by.
jojolona at 8:04:55 AM EST
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IN THESE TIMES
IN THESE TIMES
In these times
when music screeches of hawk noise
A "put chang- put chang" as vicious as the snap
of an AKA 47,
when entertainment has become
the marrow of another's bones drying in desert light,
with all eyes watching
when the nucleus of family once revered
warm and fragile as a robins egg
has been crushed
When virgins are sacrificed on the alter
of alcohol and drugs that stave their minds,
And devour their soul,
When young men feed the ego narcoleptic fodder
and house our prisons as bulging eyed frogs
Sitting on pharaohs shoulder.
When mommies drink an afternoon of death
and daddies in cheap hotels elect diversion,
and quell what is left of her,
When grandparents in thick long roots,
stand unmitigated to the debauchery,
hiding behind their bark.
When government is the lying bastard,
a poltergist of unwanted amalgamation,
invading your every pore,
Then enforced reality is upon us,
like the four horsemen...
The hooves mesmerizing and drowning
Out our own thoughts.
In these times will you.....
Do...
Nothing?
They will usher you to the alter of confusion,
Show them the power of the mind.
Katherine Van Hook Gulley
jojolona at 7:30:45 AM EST
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Friday, February 15, 2008
No Buttons
There were no buttons on her dress,
in hughes of pink and red,
a simple knot loose and easy
that slipped around her head.
he placed his hands upon her breast
while she unloosed her all,
the fearful feelings in her mind,
could not stop her fall.
everything she had ever felt
wound lightly in his hold
all other men had only grazed
the beauty of her soul.
for one moment in his arms
she risked all and everything,
redemption given to his bed,
For she wore another's ring.
at last she felt whole again,
if only for the night,
the sacrifice a priceless lamb
On the alter of delight.
Katherine
jojolona at 9:32:00 PM EST
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Tuesday, February 5, 2008
"Lost Princes"
LOST PRINCES
I have met lost princes in this world
separated from their thrown
sleeping in darkened parks
where street lights cast shadows
making them look homeless
I have met lost princes,
hands cuffed, will submitted to society,
as if they were not hurting enough.
I have met lost princes who bowed
to the loneliness of their world
and the great thoughts of their minds.
Lost princes hear in sonar waves,
Lost princes see things in ultra violet,
They tell us insanity is accepting reality,
and responding accordingly,
by crying in the wilderness.
Lost princes are not lost in space.
they are lost in time.
Some are evolved by light years,
all are on their way home.
Lost princes are not lost,
They are searching,
For other lost princes.
jojolona at 9:31:26 AM EST
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Passing by a Dandelion in the Breeze
It was a warm spring day,
the kind that melts your troubles
into techno-color hues.
And I passed by a dandelion in the breeze.
It was round and yellow,
and proud of its self,
boastfully smiling at the sun,
as if it alone,
was responsible for it's beauty.
I bent down and touched its tiny tingly pedals,
and I could have sworn it giggled.
It had no way of knowing,
as summer days grow warmer,
and the bunnies leave their burrows,
It soft fine lines of yellow,
would wither to their seed.
And the sweeping summer breeze,
would scatter it's seed to new places,
adorning the country side,
with new yellow dandelions,
ready to have their day in the sun.
Katherine
jojolona at 8:55:08 AM EST
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The Festival of the Mind
 THE FESTIVAL OF THE MIND
The festival of the mind begins.
a journey of unknown trails,
Refracted light of rainbows,
rests on mountain breast,
skinny dips in bayous and bays,
and the rain taps the same,
on the gray city side walks,
as the bluegrass of Kentucky.
A sojourner of destiny we are,
in the festival of the mind,
emerging from circumstance,
and circumvention.
The festival of the mind begins,
as the hurried wind bellows,
uprooting matter without prejudice,
through tarmac reeds of wheat,
or cayenne canyons and plains.
Redeemed through self expression,
Hallowed with freedom of choice,
Can you hear it calling you,
the festival of the mind?
Katherine
jojolona at 8:52:05 AM EST
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Sunday, February 3, 2008
 I am mad at the world today I am pissed, pissed off, aggravated, irritated, angry, irate, furious, enraged, peckertated,(see kids dictionary under my sons name), shit faced, red rod mad! I am mad at the world today, because it let me down. It let me make bad decisions, it let me dwell in self pity, it let me do more for others than they deserve, and allowed me to become, well somewhat sententious. I am mad at the world today, because I am too tired to clean my house, too old to do back flips, too bored to have good sex. I am mad at the world today, because I didn't win the lottery, I don't have a Portrait of Dorian Gray. I still can't find my gloves and it is fucking cold out. I am mad at the world today, because my boss wouldn't let me get away with murder, my husband doesn't worship me, my kids don't like me best, AND my mother STILL is trying to raise me~! I am mad at the world today, because I love my dogs,
who SHIT on my floor,
then threaten to take them,
to the doggy death row.
I hate movies that remind me,
how good I have it.
I fix things that aren't broken,
and break them.
I am mad at the world today,
because I know how much I smoke,
and still convinced myself I didn't need
to stop at the store.
I buy flowers and pledge allegiance to them,
and watch them die,
from lack of a cup of water.
I won't speak to my neighbors,
and think they are stuck up,
when they don't chase me down,
at the mail box.
I am mad at the world today,
because, I spoil my kids,
and wonder why they are lazy.
I don't read my bible,
but want to know God,
I go to class,
and forget to listen,
because I am consumed,
with minor issues,
like which nail I have bitten the shortest.
I am mad at the world today
because I can't tell the difference,
between Clorox and off brands,
but, I still buy Clorox.
The Cambell's soup kids,
keep getting thinner,
as I get bigger,
eating the same damn soup!
I am mad at the world today,
because my idiot light,
has been on in my car for months,
and I ignored it,
(to the tune of $684.30....to be exact).
My foot has outgrown my mouth,
but I keep requiring it there,
my ass is too far away for self kicking,
but needs it.
I am mad at the world today,
Because, I give my heart,
my soul,
my very being,
to ideas and concepts as old as dirt,
and about as profitable.
I have read, studied and pondered,
in the class room of life,
which has no degree,
and still can't spell worth a damn!
I am mad at the world today,
Because you can't really,
put protein back into the hair,
you can't really change your hair color,
only the refraction of light????
What the....??
And home improvement shows,
make everything look easy,
there by making the rest of us,
yes...idiots.
I am mad at the world
because true love did not find me,
even though I was hiding in the closet,
behind the make-up and shoes.
And I didn't think of the Nike swoosh,
until I sized a shoe insert,
Wha-la....that's how they did it!
I am mad at the world because,
I am supposed to be loving,
kind,
and patient,
but, I don't have the time,
or.....the patience!
I want to be good,
but, my father just was.
I am mad at the world today,
and the world has done nothing to me.
jojolona at 3:51:07 AM EST
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