.Who is to say what is music, who is to say what is a poem, but the listener, or the reader, here are some of my favorite people, they portray what is truly real in this world. So much has been lost to reality of life and death, and no one has found the true meaning of it all , but those few small glimpses into the light.

Miranda  Joan Howe

Truely beauty is in the songs that bring sweet vibrations to the final beginning. These links will take you to a place that has no beginning nor no end, the sounds you could hear are there to grasp the light with, and go for a ride.

Miranda's music

Miranda's History of The World

And here comes Priscilla! Wow to think I have known this person for quite awhile!

Me thinks that it really much better to know such people I really know, the things they have taught me over the years, has added to my intelligence.

Her poems while they haven't been seen much will have the opportunity to fill the world from this page!

While this is just one of many she has written, it shows her depth in knowledge of the life we all live.

     " Daily Newspaper "
 
I'm Stumped.

lompin thru
the Daily News
thumbin my touchthreads raw
trying to connect:
Glitter Ads
Editorical Wisdoms
Journalistic Perfections
ALL
trumpeting
VeryImportant UltraSincereWords
so full thickup
they trip over each other
in smearyfuzzed inkcondensed
religious Schismed
cosmetic Socially Correct
prismprison-
Validated
by photos
of faces
that change
mouthing smiles same
versionvision promise of
choose My choose Me-
Choose nevermind Why
dont think twice it dont havta be right...
I'm Stumped.

so i stomp thru
the backgate to the alley
aiming for blueplastic
wideopenmouthed
(lid long ago liberated)
RecycleBinMonster!

my hands crackling
pumped streaked with fineprint
of the TaDa=
Daily Reality News

as i wad it up
into a huge Ball
balletstep once round
overshoulder Toss It-
Yes! Its In! 3 pointer!!!

- then i spot the kid:
skyfull darkeyes
midtoe scruff he says WoW!
Thaz Amazin Lady WoW!
he unfurls and takes off
down the alley
shortlegs thrumpin
jackhammerin vibration
all way up my feet to my soul...

and his gleeful joyous laughing
WoWwwwwww.....
echos thru the alley
long after
his leaping dancing self
is gone

*****
02/08/08
priscilla*