Friday, January 27, 2006
classic blues story line about the fate of the immortal soul at death...meeting Jesus in the air...finding the angel Gabriel with his trumpet at the gates of heaven....one of the best blues tunes ever!!!
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Monday, January 16, 2006
Saturday, January 14, 2006
The White Light Song (stardust memories)
Upon the billions of souls who
Unknowingly struggle through their
Ho-hum existenceSeeing the pool
Of blood beneath the bleeding statue,
Gives me pause and makes me hesitate
As I ready myself to jump headfirst
Into the Sea of ForgetfulnessI let
My own Stardust memories comfort me
And as the Stardust falls all around me
I listen intently to the sound of a tear drop
As it falls from the eyes of God as He
Infinite love spreads His wings and
Continues to weep over the forgotten
Melodies of the fallen angelsAnd the
Karmic wheel will continue to spin its
Inevitable conclusions as mankind
Will persist upon the slow road back home
Bringing with him all the suffering & pain
Of being aliveAnd the most important
Lesson of all LEARNING TO LOVE
THE CONKLING MINSTREL
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BuckleyBlog #4 (there's not enough spinach)
My vow of silence has left me without a date for the 'divinity dance'..."I thought I was the high priest" I cried from my invisibe bubble. "I reek with the scars of yesterday's karma"...
"Why must everyone weep over the absurdities of a life that is not fair...We, everyone of us, knew what was up, you remember...before time was, we agreed to sign the contract, at the DNA lottery"
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Stay Tuned for "BuckleyBlog #3"
I'm holding back my 'black-hole' tears as my 'super-nova' smile fades slowly into my distant past....long ago, when I was tortured by her 'twilight goodbyes'....
I doesn't matter anymore I reason to myself...with my head buried in my own 'lost gospels'
why must everything need to have a meaning?
It's bad enough to pretend that there's a beginning...
and an end...!
and the suicide bomber slowly drives by...