Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
When one loves somebody everything is clear – where to go, what to do – it all takes care of itself and one doesn’t have to ask anybody about anything.
~Maxim Gorky

Love is the terrible secret people are suspected of unless they’re married, then one always suspects they don’t.
~Jane Rule

When everything is easy, one quickly gets stupid.
~Maxim Gorky

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Posted from the Grove:

Platform Favorites: The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, with a scoop of delicious for dessert

~James Blunt: You’re Beautiful (3:22)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oofSnsGkops

~Pete Townshend: Rough Boys (4:01)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dkT8W6u81Ks

~Ween: Cover it with gas and set it on fire (1:33)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dyh5v_GizaY

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~Bryan Ferry: Slave To Love (5:52)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9kp3N3wQPO0

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Shadow is a colour

 

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Prewritten for Thurs (06/22) @6pm PT/9 ET is: marriage, Dixie cup

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@Writers Platform:
Glass Table:

~Greenie: DREAMING with DJ DreamZ
Today, Sun 06.18 (7-10am PT/10am-1pm ET)

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Prewritten: ethereal mathematics

~Greymane: Vesica Pisis

Awareness bred from movement when the Spirit multiplied
Within the realm of all we know the truth can’t be denied
Everything encompassing the universe we know
is measured geometrically in embryonic flow
Spirit slept inside the void still blurry and unclear
Expanding conscious all around surrounding in a sphere
Reaching for the edge the spirit realized he’s more
The edge becomes the center of what wasn’t there before
The intersected sharing of the space they overlapped
contained the universal laws by which we all are mapped
The rules of all proportion in the way the spheres unite
The roots of endless numbers and the birthing of the light
Spirit moved upon the darkness all he knew was his
Calling for the light so He could feel what he is
Creating spheres in intervals so simple yet complex
each radius the same from every center to the next
Six spheres of creation we could reference many ways
The movement gave the light a name, each sphere a cosmic day
Man calls the pattern Genesis, creation from the cold
The Seed of Life gives birth to all the universe can hold
The flower grows with every seed the math in absolutes
The eight cells of the Egg of Life, a cube beneath the roots
Contained within the Egg of Life mathematically discussed
is the morphogenetic structure that created all of us
The flower hardly ever shown in more than nineteen spheres
From missing spheres beyond the edge the Fruit of Life appears
The fabric of reality goes on and on and on
Add the missing spheres to find the cube of Metatron
Within the cube the basic shapes are woven in the weave
Platonic solids linked to every thing that we perceive
The Tetrahedron-Fire and the Hexahedron-Earth
The elemental aspects giving alchemy it’s birth
The Icosahedron-Water and the Octahedron-Air
Dodecahedron aether on the wings of every prayer
Everything that modern man’s experienced so far
The universe, reality, the planets and the stars
Within the Cube of Metatron the shapes that you will find
are tied to all the elements genetically aligned
The cube inside the fruit of life that borrowed breath from prayer
A flower made by Spirit to be conscious and aware

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~BarTalk: NewMath 2.333

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Impromptu – ku on: memory

~Piffin: [June 15]

Broken kitchen glass
My mistake, kicking my head
Memory, you bitch

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~Heartou: Memory

Memory
will serve you
that’s what she said,
as I walked around dazed, confused and angry
not knowing the thought, unrecognizable with dread.
I looked up to the sky asked Skippy for a sign,
not knowing if remembering was a curse
or an absolute blessing in disguise.
That’s when I realized it’s not in the remembering,
it is in the soft, kind touch of the feeling left deep in the mind’s eye.

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~Greenie: Elusive

My memory fades
lost within confining pit
ever elusive

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~Greymane: Haiku ~ Memory

Dreamt of her again
The echoes of a memory
Fades into shadows

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~MissMerry: MM Impromptu

He was my dear little boy
– would be twenty three
I ask who would you be now?

ok, i gotta get a break here… sons birthday tomorrow and “memory” just had to be the word… fuck.

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~BarTalk: two not-a-ku

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