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Bat Ray Cove | Post4apocalypse Weblog
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. New Buds of Spring. Off for a day on the water. With pleasure behind a mast. Two friends and I set sail. Aboard a sleek rented craft. Set course across Ventura Channel. Santa Cruz Island casts a spell. Sun bores down on bare shoulders. Luminescent sea foam swell. Point up the strong wind. Watch it fill the sail. Hull heels hard over. Hold fast to the rail. Steer across point of wind. Sails begin to luff. Towards the island we tack. Seas are getting rough. Our minds comp...
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Tina never kissed a boy | Post4apocalypse Weblog
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. New Buds of Spring. August 22, 2008. Tina never kissed a boy. Tina never kissed a boy. Through all her high school years. She preferred auto shop. Got greasy and learned to strip gears. And she played the bass drum. In the marching band. Now her last day of high school. Is close at hand. She has a yearning for travel. And a thirst for knowledge. But she doesn’t have the grades. Or the money for college. When you don’t have many options. You can surely use a mentor.
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New Buds of Spring | Post4apocalypse Weblog
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. New Buds of Spring. New Buds of Spring. I am a big fuzzy bumblebee buzzing. In my garden among the new buds of Spring. There is a woman that tends my garden. And she delights in the smells of the sweetest things. She tends my garden so carefully. But it is sad that for me she has only fear. You see when I am buzzing among the flowers. She doesn’t come anywhere near. Her little boy is her only child. And they live at the farm by the creek. To play games of hide and seek.
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The sun is shining through | Post4apocalypse Weblog
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. New Buds of Spring. April 24, 2009. The sun is shining through. Now, now there are two. Looking down lovingly at us. Have all been cleared. No more dark clouds. The sun is shining through. No frowns on our faces. Have taken their places. Are what he wants to see. Lovingly exchanged amongst all of us,. We, we shall carry on. With his mission of caring. By the example he left us. Of kindness and sharing. Keep standing fast for the downtrodden,. And please, please. You are...
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The Celestial Beacon | Post4apocalypse Weblog
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. New Buds of Spring. June 19, 2008. Homing on a signal I sail the galactic gulf. To the source of a message of kindness and love. By aid of this beacon I find the celestial body. Beaming the greeting of her desire to know me. Attracting my ship with irresistible gravity. I see that her star system is binary. My long lonely voyage from Qi nearly completed. I am hungered thirsted and thoroughly depleted. Between her twin suns I come to a rest. Laquo; Qi Redux. Of something...
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Winged Angel | Post4apocalypse Weblog
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. New Buds of Spring. July 7, 2008. It was the summer of ’69 I first saw her. From across a deep pool of river water. Where I was resting after a morning swim. She was perched atop a rock tower. In her golden brown hair she wore wildflowers. She stood at the edge as if to jump in. High on the cliff she took no notice of me. Down below I watched from under a tree. As she removed her blouse then her jeans. She looked down so proudly. At God’s gift of a perfect body. You are...
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Qi | Post4apocalypse Weblog
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. New Buds of Spring. June 29, 2008. Our new home world has good air. There is plenty of oxygen to spare. Planet Qi vibrates with intense energy. Landing here we found new vitality. It was a bitter struggle at first to survive. But we discovered a way to thrive. We seized the labor of the native sentients. Who have lived here since times ancient. Enslaved them to satisfy our endless needs. We cleverly justified our unjust deeds. Inventing a religion by means of a book.
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Guitar Angel | Post4apocalypse Weblog
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. New Buds of Spring. July 7, 2008. One day in Golden Gate Park. Santana was playing a free concert. I saw my angel dancing gaily. In a long white flowing skirt. Dangling from her swan like neck. Long strings of brightly colored beads. To the beat of Afro-Cuban rhythms. She kept an impossible pace. Flowing hair and colorful beads. Encircling her radiant face. I picked a wildflower. From a nearby field growing. Would she wear it in her hair? I was helplessly hoping. A Serv...
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Double Yellow Line | Post4apocalypse Weblog
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. New Buds of Spring. August 2, 2008. Driving down a dark highway. With no known destination. I’m following a double yellow line. It’s my only road to salvation. No straight lines no telltale signs. No directions to follow. But I got to find a way back to you. To put an end to my sorrow. Out of cruise control. Running low on gas. Are looking to pass. On the other side. Of a double yellow line. Unbroken strings of oncoming headlights. Promising an end to my miserable mind.
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You and I will meet again | Post4apocalypse Weblog
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. New Buds of Spring. April 19, 2009. You and I will meet again. I’m not sure how it will happen. Maybe you will come to me in a dream. Or at the end of a rain-swollen river. Flowing into the sea. You and I will meet again. I will never forget you my baby. Or the fine man you have become. You are a saver of lives. Where was your savior when you needed one? It is so like you to leave this world. On your own terms during the rains. But you leave us in turmoil. Tina never ki...