Thursday, February 15, 2007

THANKS HEARTFELT NICHOLE


the angels came from you john :) they whispered a lullaby, a poem for two.. :) an guess what!!
That poem was of me an you.. southern hobbit

NICHOLES MAGICAL PICTURES YET ONLY ONE SIDE BLOGGER TOOK INTERESTING








Monday, February 5, 2007

my southern hobbit

well we met year ago or more she is 22 and when we talk its funny as she will end my senteances or i sense she will i sense also what she might say ; we communicate on all levels ; her ideas burn like the sun not giveing up on her generation concerns the drugging of young folks my docters pollution issues plus very earth connected senses and dreams her photographs show this as well as her poetry deeply intuned with the universe and love of humanity as well as so many other things like her family history going into johnny appleseed and plus her grandfather being a scientist so mutch of her family is connected to sciences and unusaul exsperments know in popualar areas i posted nikky s stuff on my blogger but realized i had options with blogger ; iam computer stupid ;;;; i wanted to get nikkys matriels in one location and its born welcome nichole ortberg aye ;;;;;;;;;

for my southern hobbit

gee its hard to seperate this as nikkys info should be on the side section but we will figure that out her poetry ------ Tidal Waves
Tidal wave's of thought explode in my head,
looking at the world, i see the walking dead,
motions of beings come closer to talk,
yet i hear nothing an walk.
Every sound that drop's splashes back an hit like bass,
sending me to an unconceance place,
feeling the urge to speak an be heard,
understanding my rhymes that boggle an twist the mind,
healing the vibes with truth an time...To Far
To far up to hang this far down
spinning forward an hit the ground.
Rewind it all to see the end,
to find my self at the beginning again.
August 2,04

In a Moment
Lost in a moment of time, you fight the pain yet still can't rewind,
caught in the middle of fight or flight you've done them both an lost twice,
Where's the end so i can begain, I know my soul has grown tired an old
like a bomb shell ready to explode, back to the place were only angels know.
March 3,05

WELCOME SOUTHERN HOBBIT