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John Coffey Was My Boyfriend

In Ad Astra per Ardua, Loss, Love, Magic, Micheal Clarke Duncan, Tributes on September 4, 2012 at 7:39 pm

“He was Magic. He was a big Love of man and his passing leaves us stunned.” ~ Tom Hanks

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Brutus “Brutal” Howell: Well, there must be something we can do for you, John. There must be something that you want.

John Coffey: [pauses] I ain’t never seen me a flicker show.

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Mike Duncan has passed away. Losing Neil Armstrong and Hal David was bad. The loss of Mike Duncan in additon has succeeded in fairly crushing me.

I am completely over the Moon in ❤❤❤❤❤ — LOVE! LOVE! LOVE! — with Mike’s character, John Coffey, from The Green Mile. I mean…?

Sigh…

That’s all I’ve got to say… I’m at a real loss here…

Totally.

💜💜💜💜💜

John Coffey: …it was a kindness you done. I know you hurtin’ and worryin’, I can feel it on you, but you oughta quit on it now. Because I want it over and done. I do. I’m tired, boss. Tired of bein’ on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. Tired of not ever having me a buddy to be with, or tell me where we’s coming from or going to, or why. Mostly I’m tired of people being ugly to each other. I’m tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world everyday. There’s too much of it. It’s like pieces of glass in my head all the time. Can you understand?

Paul Edgecomb: Yes, John. I think I can.

• • •

I think I can understand, too, John…

Really.

I saw the bees…

💜💜💜

Ad Astra, John Coffey

I ❤ You!

I DO!

😢💜💋

“I dreamed of you.

I dreamed you were wandering in the dark.

And so was I.

And we found each other.

We found each other in the dark.”

💜

The Fool

In Groovy, Love, Magic, Nifty, Poetry, The Fool, The Universe, Very Bad Poetry on September 1, 2012 at 7:58 pm

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I could just eat you up, baby

I’m sorry it’s true

Killing me softly as you do

Everything’s write

Nothing is wrong

Not after so long

Drifting in Space

Solitary Darkness

Staring into the Abyss

Wasn’t expecting anyone

Least of all you

Was sure I was alone

By myself, just a Fool

💜

Bloomin’ Shrooms!

In Fall, Groovy, Love, Magic, Mushrooms, Nature, Poetry, Seasons, Silly, Very Bad Poetry, Winter on August 29, 2012 at 7:47 pm

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The shrooms are in bloom

That can only mean one thing:

The crescendo of colour

Is poised to enchant

And the white space

I dig most will follow

Soon after that

❤❤❤

Sigh…

Uh, yeah.

Groovy.

The Dream

In Dreams, Groovy, Joni Mitchell, Life, Magic, Music, Nazareth, Poetry, Rock, Very Bad Poetry, Whimsy on August 17, 2012 at 4:42 pm

Surrounded by death,

Agony, despair

Ineffective apothecaries

Only

Procuring dark side-effects

A Prisoner in my body

Full-blown mutiny

How could I do this

To me

Sleep ever elusive

Unobtainable dreams

Seeming eternity

Wait

I see

The Land of Nod

On the horizon

Beckoning me

Finally

Slide through the ether

Sigh

Find myself there

Technicolour dream

I’ve been jonesing for you

Yeah, you

Open Sesame

But, more bucolic, serene

The grass was emerald

The wide, open sky

Azure

Wisps here and there

The perfect temperature

Starlight, star bright

Gasp

Permeates the air

From where

I cannot say

It doesn’t matter

It feels real

That’s all I know

All I care to say

I begin to skip

Dance

Spinning joy

Through Green

Rolling tenderly

Reach up

Touch the Blue

Forget hurt

Think of you

What is pain

Sigh

Free

At last

And then…

I’m back

Again

❤❤❤

Dreaming is one of the grooviest, coolest things in life. It’s like Time Travel, or something? An out of body experience? It’s a spontaneous, wonderful place to visit. I quite like it.

Always ❤ed the song. Now? It’s my dream, baby.

❤❤❤

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Roundabout

In Driving, Groovy, Hey., Love, Magic, Music, Nifty, Rock, Yes on August 14, 2012 at 4:16 pm

Hey. Let the grooves begin. Fragile. Yes. Whoa, dig it, cats and kittens…

Heard this the other day. Couldn’t sit still — it’s hard not to sit still right now. Can’t get it out of my head. Don’t have much to say of late… So, let’s just dig some tunes, okay?

Groovy, groovy tune! Sure hope you like it.

Saw these guys in the round when I was 12. Crazy-good, baby! CRAZY!

The Magic Tree

In Dark, Fear, Life, Loss, Love, Madness, Magic, People, Places, Poetry, Very Bad Poetry on August 8, 2012 at 2:34 pm

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Alone here

In the secret garden

Heavy, sickly heat

My snowflake gown

Melting

A cool breeze

Just now

Consoles me

I feel him

Before

I see him

Walk on by

Dripping with dread

Clad in Red

Severe

He stands now

Beneath

The Magic Tree

Crashing cymbals

Smashing

Anguished screams

“Where are you, my Love?!?

Where, my Everything?!?

Why hast thou forsaken me?!?”

The first stoic man in Blue

Comes

Striding through

“Blue Man,

The man clad in Red,

Full of dread

Is this the one

You seek?

Be gentle

He has lost

Is lost

Love

He is crying

Dying

You will find him

Under

The Magic Tree…”

Blue stoic

Growing empathy

But

For Red’s sorrow

I see the Tree

Is not as Magic

As I hoped

It could be

For, surely,

If it were

Love

There would be

Instead

The Blue men

Gently shepherd

The Red man

Away

I must

Make haste

Of this place

Tout suite

Help!

In Comic Relief, Groovy, Life, Love, Magic, Music, Nifty, Places, Silly, The Beatles on July 31, 2012 at 12:13 pm

Anyone else have these silly, euphoric moments where Life and Music — especially the Beatles — consort in perfect synchronicity? I’ve had a quite few. This is one. The first one. It’s a James Bond (Austin Powers?) moment, too…

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I was waiting at a bus terminal to transfer and listening to my cassette Walkman when I was younger, so much younger than today.

Bus arrives. Everyone queues. I’m an ‘after you’ kind of girl. So, I bring up the rear.

Mix-tape ends. Flip it. Press play. Look up. Everyone’s on? The driver is waiting on me. Smiling at me.

Oops! Sorry, dude!

Make to step up.

The moment my foot touches the stair the James Bond Theme intro to Help! by the Beatles starts!

Bah! Bah! Bah!

He-e-e-e-ey. Alright.

“Do-do do do-do-do do-do do…”

I smile. Suppress laughter. Flash my pass. Wink. Nod.

Bond, Jane Bond.

The driver smiles back at me just as large? Can he can hear it, too, I wonder?

Wade down the aisle…

“Do-do-do do-do do-do-do…”

Size up all possible threats as I go. Double Agents? Assassins? No?

“Bah! Bah! Bah!”

Everyone smiled back? So? It’s all good. I’m clear. Haven’t been ‘made’.

“Bah! Bah! Bah!”

I plunk down into an available seat toward the back at the exact moment the Lads shout…

“Help! I need somebody!”

Whoa! It was just getting way too Cosmic! WAY.

“Help! Not just anybody!”

I burst out laughing! I just couldn’t ‘help’ it!

“Help! You know I need someone!”

It was an entirely impeccable coincidence!

“He-e-e-e-elp!…”

Perfect!!! Groovy-good! Holy 🐮!!!

Felt like I was in a Bond movie, — or, the as yet to be created: The Spy Who Shagged Me? A silly spy musical with the Lads?

Sometimes, when I’m feeling extra silly and cheeky I introduce myself as ‘Bond. Jane Bond’ because of that.

I ❤❤❤❤❤ it when the canvases of Life and Music harmonise at once in flawless synergy. Très bien ensemble. Beautiful.

Hey, cats and kittens, here’s some Help!

Michelle

In Groovy, Infinity, Life, Love, Magic, Music, Nifty, The Beatles, The Universe on July 25, 2012 at 6:18 pm

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The Opal Sorceress
by G.A. Rosenberg
Check out his psychedelic blog at: www.wakingspirals.wordpress.com

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Rubber Soul was my first fave record in life (age 3?). It was released two years before I was beamed down. It had always been part of my life here on the blue planet.

When I received the cochlear implant music WAS NOT a goal of mine. Had lost it once. Was unprepared to do so again, to fail. Just wanted to be able to talk on the phone, at the grocery store, the bus stop, bank… To people who talk to me… because EVERYONE talks to me, asks me for directions, spare change…

But, then, one day the music came through the White Noise? It was very simple, all I could understand. It was the closest I’ve ever come to a bona fide, BONA FIDE religious experience! It felt like I had been kissed full on the lips by the Universe! MWAH!

And, I mean, MWAH! 💋

Holy 🐮!!! And how! 😜 YAY!!!!! HOORAY!!!!! Rainbows of ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ squared and cubed again and again x (the universal constant + infinity + absolute zero) x E=mc2!!!!!

Gasp…

RAINBOWS of it, man! RAIN-BOWS!!!!!

Fractals… of… RAINBOWS… of… LOVE! FRACTALS of ❤❤❤❤❤!

BEHOLD!

… ahem…

It was Michelle. Off Rubber Soul. Wow. Who knew? Shucks, baby, really?

❤❤❤❤❤!!!!!!!!! They ‘would say the only words I know that you’ll understand, my Michelle.’…

Sigh…

My ‘Dads’, the Lads from Liverpool, The Beatles. Letting me know they ❤ed me, that they’d get to me somehow! Crazy ❤! They sang it to me, for me? ❤😊💜 Because we ARE, the Lads and I, a ‘tres bien ensemble’,… VERY good together. 😊 Yes, very.

They reached across the Universe… it kissed me… and this is what they said:

Michelle, my belle.
These are words that go together well,
My Michelle.

Michelle, my belle.
Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble,
Très bien ensemble.

I love you, I love you, I love you.
That’s all I want to say.
Until I find a way
I will say the only words I know that
You’ll understand.

Michelle, my belle.
Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble,
Très bien ensemble.

I need to, I need to, I need to.
I need to make you see,
Oh, what you mean to me.
Until I do I’m hoping you will
Know what I mean.

I love you…

I want you, I want you, I want you.
I think you know by now
I’ll get to you somehow.
Until I do I’m telling you so
You’ll understand.

Michelle, my belle.
Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble,
Très bien ensemble.

I will say the only words I know that
You’ll understand, my Michelle.

❤❤❤

At the Time they WERE the only words I could, would understand. You can imagine how Cosmic this was for a girl who’d lost her mistress, her sorceress? Believed her dead? Only to have her resurrected?

Hey, they came for me just like dads are prone to do when their offspring need them to. I’d lay down my life for those cats. In a ❤beat.

So, Rubber Soul was my first fave twice in one lifetime. ❤❤❤❤❤. Nifty. Because it was my first it had to be the second Time — and Space — around? Or was it a Cosmic Cube? A Loop?

I dunno? All I know was it was one of THE single best things to EVER happen to anyone, anywhere, anytime, cats and kittens.

Hands down.

And, it happened to me.

My ❤❤❤❤❤ and gratitude to and for the Lads is all encompassing. It knows no words nor bounds nor end… The ❤❤❤❤❤ flows between us. We are within each other and without.

Always…

Uh, yeah.

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Dark Magic, Frankenstein?

In Boris Karloff, Dark, Death, Fear, Frankenstein, Life, Magic, Poetry, The Universe, Very Bad Poetry on July 16, 2012 at 12:57 am

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Who has put this dark magic on

Only despotic cowards would deign

The Universe could have unfolded as it should

Karma reigning her sway

They in their realm

Us in ours

Uneasy peace

Who are they to pull at its strings

Please, cease

I feel ill

Swirling sick

He could to be so beautiful

The Frankenstein creature

He couldn’t not be beautiful

Still, for that is what he is

The epitome, they profess

Cannot see it today

Just the hurt

Scars

Fear

Grief

Isolation

Regret

Just

Whirling Calliope

Am I

Is he

Dead

Yet

❤❤❤

Frankenstein, the instrumental, brought to you exclusively by Winter…

Twinkle, Twinkle Little Orb

In Geek, Groovy, Infinity, Magic, Nifty, Psychedelic, The Universe, Uncategorized on June 23, 2012 at 12:08 am

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It had been raining. The sun emerged in the evening…

Out of the corner of my eye I saw red light? Turned to look… It was twinkling, sparkling?

The sun was refracting vivid red through a raindrop on a leaf on a Dogwood bush outside the window. It looked like it was twinkling Morse Code. Like it was a little faerie trying to speak to me, or something?!? A Who? It was BEAUTIFUL! Holy 🐮!!! Holy 🐮!!! Holy 🐮!!! Holy 🐮!!! Holy 🐮!!!

HO-LY 🐮!!!

It was predominantly red but kinda strobed a bit of silver and gold. Almost like a star right outside my window…. The light varied in size between a marble and a golf ball. Just super-fantastique! Magic! MA-GIC! Wow… Like an ‘Infinty Gem’. Groovy.

Actually tried to capture it on video — wanted to refer to the Morse Code (I know. I know. Does it get more geeky than that? Good grief. 😊 roflol) The video on the phone has no zoom and if I moved I couldn’t see it anymore? I could only see it from exactly one place, one perspective. It made me feel overwhelmingly like I had been in exactly the right place at the right time. WAY, WAY, WAY cool! I’ve NEVER seen anything like it. EVER.

BREATHTAKING, MAN! Breathtaking… Aaaaahhhhhh… I’m still beside myself. Really am.

Lovely. Lovely. Lovely. Lovely… Lovely… Even yummy? Just… yeah…!

REALLY wish I could have captured it for you.

I’ve been searching for an image to accompany it. This is the best I could do. The orbs are similar in shape and essence. But it was a deep ruby and more defined. Really just spectacular.