Tag Archives: politics

Tears and Sentimentality

The ocean is licking the wounds of sadness and desperation. Each day as the tide flows out – with tears and sentimentality. 2012 Barry Comer Advertisements

Rate this:

Posted in Allen Ginsberg, beat poetry, environment, God, Jacques Prevert, ocean, Poetry, prayer, Spirituality, tom waits | Tagged , , , , , , , , , ,

Beat of Our Dreams, Sweet Thoughts

We climb to the stars baby – the stars’ ladder. We are those stars of charts and meanderings through the crystal skies, the jet-plane paths and blue oxygen. How far I climb is up to me, but all I see … Continue reading

Rate this:

Posted in Allen Ginsberg, beat poetry, God, jack kerouac, Jacques Prevert, leonard cohen, Paris, prayer, Spirituality, tom waits | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Where Are We Snatched in Time

We stopped what we were doing and went down west. Outdoors marching among the steel or within the wooden cities – we prayed escape, while running to big trucks of green, two-seater furnace runners and American steel. Gone and rid of papers, … Continue reading

Rate this:

Posted in alcohol, beat, cohen, dreams, love, music, bible, despair, devil, Hope, jack kerouac, Paris, Poetry, prayer, sentiments, Song, Spirituality, tom waits | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

An Underwater Vision of the Ground

To drown, a drowning,
an underwater vision of
the ground Continue reading

Rate this:

Posted in Allen Ginsberg, America, beat poetry, God, jack kerouac, Jacques Prevert, leonard cohen, Spirituality, tom waits | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

This Land of Which We Speak

Yeah I am gonna like this one because it’s full of beat and rhythm no matter how or why – as the man said to me earlier today “there are plenty downtown, go there” and wondered what he meant and … Continue reading

Rate this:

Posted in beat poetry, bible, Black History, devil, God, Gypsy Jazz, Hope | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

You Pompous Jerk

Find out where it is and toast it – fire it – melt it. See what it is and claim no ownership. Live it, breathe it – fight for it – discard it. Sweep up pips and pops, bangs and … Continue reading

Rate this:

Posted in beat poetry, devil, glenn beck, God, jack kerouac, tom waits, William S. Burroughs | Tagged , , , , ,