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|| **The Monkey** posted by Craig Senft ||  ||

** Imagery of Something ** posted by Chelsea gross

||  ||  Remember the days before you got The monkey on your back?

Can you still remember? Remember when a world lay before you and you were going to make it. Remember?

The money is on your back The money is on your back. Ha, ha... he won't let go He won't let go

You think you can't go back to blue skies To tasting things, to feeling Like when you were small And munching apples.

You think it will taste like paste Look like brown Always, till the end

Remember when up as up and down was down? The monkey turned it Upside down. Remember?

Monkey, monkey, monkey Monkey on your back

Hey mister, guess what? Hey mister I blew him off Look at me mister I blew the monkey of my back

Keep on crying mister, keep on sad The time will come you'll get hollering mad

You'll fly, you'll cry, you'll bust out loose Your heart a coal, your neck a noose You'll crawl in dust this close to dead

Then suddenly it'll hit your head – The monkey's gone, the monkey's gone Hey, man, the monkey's gone Hey man Hold my hand.


 * Liilia Morrison**

Like a sloth crawling down a tree The snowflake falls leaving a wet trail behind It looks around to see the other snowflakes Then it drops to join rest of its kin And on there way to the black and dark sea again. || ||   ||    ||   || ||   ||    TWO MINUTE IMAGERY. [Sammy Fairchild]

Crimson sunrises cherry mist pours forth On flaxen sunbeams crimson mist is floating Arrived with a purpose from south to north Silhouettes produced from a lacquer coating.

Thru my window they accent a brass lantern Brass ricochets beams into prisms of light Staircase they seek my wallpapers pattern Illuminating muted colors a vibrant sight.

Sunray's penetrate some old English stones Fireplace is embedded with rose quartz glass Sunbeams detect some collected Flintstones Golden fingers bend to sunsets cherry cast.

Nature designs sunsets crimsons red blast Exploding with details of beauty hidden Prism Colors awaken an immortal contrast Sunsets crimson kisses ambiance forbidden. || ||    ||   || ||   ||  //__Autumn Jason Dennison __//

** Summer droplets sweating on autumn Perspiring brother builds his equinox column Provoked earth invokes southwesterly solemn For humans ever summer they condemn

Autumn is good barbering the trees To brown and wither strewn their leaves On Adiperukku blessed autumn by swelling rivers Sow to later blossom variable the seeds

Questing along with the fluttering southwesterly Autumn clinks and clinks bangles genuinely On Adipooram with all goddesses thoroughly Marking the goddess of genesis augustly

Autumn is the sacred son of goddess Amma Holi-dipped on Adi amavasai turns the cause of arcana Ere monsoon enters into nature's arena For soothing autumn a continual hosanna

Autumn by women adored and idolized Around power of Shakti for it is centralised Women to Varalakshmi while surrendered Autumn propitiates Avani avittam anew freshened

Autumn marches on showering drizzles At courtallam with festive hurtles Then to make for Lord Krishna delicacies Rushes with Lord Ganesh ingesting dumplings

That the Lords apprise of a purpose Autumn is obedient with obeissance to the manes Then busy propitiating Dasara deities Invokes autumn Shakti for the approaching rains

Indira Renganathan **    || Posted By Phillip Pallone... Uncle John's Band by The Grateful Dead Well the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry any more, 'Cause when life looks like Easy Street, there is danger at your door. Think this through with me, let me know your mind, Wo, oh, what I want to know, is are you kind?

It's a buck dancer's choice my friend; better take my advice. You know all the rules by now and the fire from the ice. Will you come with me? Won't you come with me? Wo, oh, what I want to know, will you come with me?

Goddamn, well I declare, have you seen the like? Their wall are built of cannonballs, their motto is "Don't tread on me". Come hear Uncle John'n Band playing to the tide, Come with me, or go alone, he's come to take his children home.

It's the same story the crow told me; it's the only one he knows. Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go. Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait, Wo, oh, what I want to know, where does the time go?

I live in a silver mine and I call it Beggar's Tomb; I got me a violin and I beg you call the tune, anybody's choice, I can hear your voice. Wo, oh, what I want to know, how does the song go?

Come hear Uncle John's Band by the riverside, Got some things to talk about, here beside the rising tide.

Come hear Uncle John's Band playing to the tide, Come on along, or go alone, he's come to take his children home. Wo, oh, what I want to know, how does the song go. Well the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry any more, 'Cause when life looks like Easy Street, there is danger at your door. Think this through with me, let me know your mind, Wo, oh, what I want to know, is are you kind?

It's a buck dancer's choice my friend; better take my advice. You know all the rules by now and the fire from the ice. Will you come with me? Won't you come with me? Wo, oh, what I want to know, will you come with me?

Goddamn, well I declare, have you seen the like? Their wall are built of cannonballs, their motto is "Don't tread on me". Come hear Uncle John'n Band playing to the tide, Come with me, or go alone, he's come to take his children home.

It's the same story the crow told me; it's the only one he knows. Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go. Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait, Wo, oh, what I want to know, where does the time go?

I live in a silver mine and I call it Beggar's Tomb; I got me a violin and I beg you call the tune, anybody's choice, I can hear your voice. Wo, oh, what I want to know, how does the song go?

Come hear Uncle John's Band by the riverside, Got some things to talk about, here beside the rising tide.

Come hear Uncle John's Band playing to the tide, Come on along, or go alone, he's come to take his children home. Wo, oh, what I want to know, how does the song go. Well the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry any more, 'Cause when life looks like Easy Street, there is danger at your door. Think this through with me, let me know your mind, Wo, oh, what I want to know, is are you kind?

It's a buck dancer's choice my friend; better take my advice. You know all the rules by now and the fire from the ice. Will you come with me? Won't you come with me? Wo, oh, what I want to know, will you come with me?

Goddamn, well I declare, have you seen the like? Their wall are built of cannonballs, their motto is "Don't tread on me". Come hear Uncle John'n Band playing to the tide, Come with me, or go alone, he's come to take his children home.

It's the same story the crow told me; it's the only one he knows. Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go. Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait, Wo, oh, what I want to know, where does the time go?

I live in a silver mine and I call it Beggar's Tomb; I got me a violin and I beg you call the tune, anybody's choice, I can hear your voice. Wo, oh, what I want to know, how does the song go?

Come hear Uncle John's Band by the riverside, Got some things to talk about, here beside the rising tide.

Come hear Uncle John's Band playing to the tide, Come on along, or go alone, he's come to take his children home. Wo, oh, what I want to know, how does the song go.