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Permanent

By Andy Copeland

 

Permanent.

You told me

Nothing is permanent

Nothing is set in stone–

Except for the things that are set in stone–

But even then,

There are no guarantees

I got a tattoo

The needle marked my skin

Permanent.

It will not wash away

Forever marked

Yesterday I discovered it

When did I get it?

One day I found it

Grey measures of music

Strung together one-by-one

In a spiral

Permanent.

My music

Spirals

Round my heart

Round my soul

It glows:

An uncontrollable,

Omnipresent light

Emitting from within me

Permanent.

 

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/12/01/prompt-tattoo/


Spider


Boy Meets Girl

My favorite lines from this one:
“…and a non-terminating non-repeating vocabulary
to convince you I want more than your body – but I don’t.
Civility is a mask I wear like how

corporate employers pretend to ignore gender.

I’m a beast beneath this skin deep forgery
like the beasts Christian scholars named
after individual sins. I’m vanity and they

tell me I’m made in God’s image”

You should read this one. I enjoyed it and I think you will too.

poetic justice

Even if you were my Arabian princess
I wouldn’t have enough stories to build
you a proper sized palace. I’d hunt
down golden lamps for a chance to ask

for as many hands as a Hindu god shaped
like an elephant to accurately manipulate
the extra dimension geometry required
for a suitable monument to your beauty.

I’d open my arms against a wave of crusades
like a wall Ali Baba forgot the lyrics to

and spill the 5 Pillars of Islam for scrap piety
to keep your 7 veils of innocence as sacrosanct.
I’d use the smoke and mirrors of metered verse
and a second hand knowledge of

Near Eastern cultures and a command
of mathematics that oddly resembles mysticism
and a non-terminating non-repeating vocabulary
to convince you I want more than your body – but I don’t.
Civility is a mask I wear like how

corporate employers pretend to…

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Hendrix

By Andy Copeland

 

It’s Jimi’s birthday

Don’t forget what he showed us:

Rock & roll–blues art

 

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/11/25/challenge-haiku/


What would a post-antibiotic world be like?

Western Mind | Eastern Thinking

Antibiotics are over used. Period. End of sentence.

antibiotics

My pharmacy is getting ready to install a robotic dispensing system. It takes your pharmacy’s top 200 or so drugs and automatically counts them for you, saving the pharmacist time. To determine those 200 drugs we ran reports based off of 12 months of previous medications dispensed. The number 1 drug dispensed was Zithromax, a what was once a powerful antibiotic is now used to treat the common cold and mild respiratory infections. Among those 200 drugs are an additional 27 antibiotics. This is just at my pharmacy. I’m sure this is the trend throughout the United States and into Europe. This is scary. Before penicillin existed people died from infections. Penicillin was discovered and helped save hundreds if not thousands of lives in World War II. More antibiotics were developed in response to bacterial resistance to penicillin. Medicine advanced because of…

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Put the Fox Out

By Andy Copeland

 

Now come on, brash boy with heated blood

Tell me what you’d do in the name of love

Show me how far you’re willing to go

Because, that lady over there, she wants to know

/

You see, she digs you and she thinks you’re real fine

But I know better than to make her mine

She’s an evil lady; she’ll cut you open

Leave you with a desire to do nothin’ but dopin’

/

When you wake in the morning, she’ll be gone from your bed

Goin’ to work to keep another man fed

And in the evening, when you’re in the mood

You’ll find she puts on a whole different attitude

/

Oh, she’ll look you in the face and respect you like a man

But I guarantee you she’s got another plan

She’ll completely expend you like a worn-out tool

Leave you alone and crying like some down-and-out fool

/

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She’ll keep coming back since you forgive her so well

Bringing havoc to your life, like a demon from hell

She smiles and dances, she says she done nothin’ wrong

But when you’re not around she sings a different song

/

I’ll tell you what to do; there’s only one thing, son

Lest you go psychotic and look for a gun

Don’t worry ’bout manners and don’t consider class

Just put the fox out on her little ass