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• Gardens of Time

  by Jay Olson March 1, 2013
  Thursdays departing lack of light, ushers Friday morning into sight. The ground breaks; pushed open by a tiny sprout. The day breaks, as sunlight pushes over horizons east. "It's Friday and I am here!" comes the ebullient shout.   A new day blooms and unfolds, slowly, before my opening eye...
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• Hesperus Revisited

  by Jay Olson February 27, 2013
  When I go for a walk in the evening hour  There are things that I see and hear.  If I go for a stroll as the sun goes away  I relax as the nighttime draws near.    It's a wondrous time, it's just right.  Such a peaceful feeling it brings.  As the moon grows ...

• Utterly Fantastic

  by Jay Olson February 27, 2013
    I’m up to my chest in bliss today.  If ever there were a heaven this must be the place.  There is more than enough to last me the day  Green grass is always better than hay.   So move me, shake me, and pinch me till I squeal. Tell me I'm not dreaming, tell me ...
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• Broken Mirror and Four Leaf Clover

  by Jay Olson February 26, 2013
  Walking in the mornings filtered light, I hear the song of birds in flight. Four leaf clovers rise in the path before me. Broken mirrors are scattered under my feet.   My ears are full of bursting sounds. Here, light and goodness doth abound. The morning sunlight warms my brow and f...

• Travels Through the Forrest

  by Jay Olson February 22, 2013
    If I lived a hundred years what then? Walking into countless dark and seemingly endless nights. Lying down in dens filled with fantasy and dream. Would I still enjoy the dawn and everything it brings? Would I tire of seeing the sun rise over morning hills? I doubt I would, but this I kn...

• Black and White Stray Cat Blues

  by Jay Olson February 21, 2013
        Slinking through the garden, looking for a meal. Pouncing on a mouse or bug, depending how she feels. Stray cat… free cat… living on the run. Nothing bothers you today, life is so much fun.   Winter's quickly fading; spring is on its way. For...

• I Await

  by Jay Olson February 20, 2013
    Never a day passes that your warmth is unwanted. Never a night goes by that I don't await your arrival. Deep in the winters long darkness, I sit in anticipation. Waiting, wishing, and longing for your appointed return. Never giving a thought to the end, or that you will come no more...
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• One More Time

  by Jay Olson February 19, 2013
  Sunshine and rain falls upon the grass of nearby flowering meadows.  The stillness of the wind, wildly whistles and blows like a runaway train.  Yesterdays madness stands patiently, feeling no pain.  The rain gauge is filling, while our sun hides slyly behind its shadow.   T...

• Unchained Nebular Memories

  by Jay Olson February 18, 2013
  Every day is an exercise in lifes adventure. The sunrise bursts forth without promise or bond. Last nights foggy memories hold no tenure. Tomorrows plans lay unfinished, a mere afterthought of here and now.   Yesterdays projects lay buried in the rubble of forgotten schemes. My life is a ...

• Flight of the Jaybird

  by Jay Olson February 17, 2013
  As a bird on the wing, I drift over the timelines. Sometimes I’m here, and then there, without guidelines. Silently I follow the drafts of my chosen path. Effortlessly I forge ahead without thought of an aftermath.   Where I have been matters not to the moment at hand. Nothing I do ...
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• V-Day Salutation

  by Jay Olson February 14, 2013
  It is Valentines Day throughout our fair land. A day to profess love undying. So I will write down a few things I've been meaning to say. This comes straight from my heart, I'm not lying. I'm in love with the world, it's a beautiful day. When awakening today I just knew. That the sun would be ...
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• Out of the Blue

  by Jay Olson February 12, 2013
  As the daylight increases with each spin of the earth While the Robins return for the spring. The buds on my bushes are waiting to burst, It's a beautiful, wondrous, thing. I've been waiting all winter for this sunny bright day. I've waited, and waited, and waited to say. The end has arrived f...

• Rocking Chair Blues

  by Jay Olson February 12, 2013
  Bright moon shadows fall on the crystalline snow. The air is cold and still. The thoughts of winters bone numbing cold Cold that fills my heart with a deepening chill. My mind is silent, waiting in the quiet gloom of eve. Waiting and watching in evening void, unwilling to leave. My eyes are f...

• No Time in Space

  by Jay Olson February 11, 2013
  The morning is breaking, there's frost on the ground. The birds have awakened, there's food to be found. The sun it is peeking above hill and over dale. The warmth of a new day is hearty and hale. My eyes open slowly, my mind now awakes. My dreamland forgotten as quick as a shake. Is it M...

• Working On a Song in My Head.

  by Jay Olson January 23, 2013
  Playing a song I have heard. Listening to the sounds that I feel. Rolling a run, with a trill, no big deal. It's just me and I'm having some fun. If my feelings are right, I will sleep well tonight. Because the music I'm feeling today, Is the music that I need to play. The notes wi...

• Crackers and Cups

  by Jay Olson January 16, 2013
             Crackers and Cups It's a chicken soup kind of day. It's a vegetable party in progress. Onions and carrots, celery galore, A bag full of barley ...and more. Wings from some chickens, eye of a newt, A dash of this and a sprinkle of tha...

• 28 Degees

  by Jay Olson January 15, 2013
  On these cold winter days, so short and harsh,     You may long for the springtime to come. Enjoy the cold day that you have my friend. With crispness that leaves your cheeks numb. Spring will come in its own good natured time. Or spring will not come at all. The time...

• Nova Mind

  by Jay Olson January 4, 2013
      Salvational orbits, swirling somewhere in the great beyond. No crutches are needed in zero gravity; my feet don’t touch the ground. So beam me up and bless my soul, hand me a halo, and then let’s go. I'm weightless, I'm flying, and I’m circling the moon. If we t...

• A Walk in the Park

  by Jay Olson December 24, 2012
  The day of the evening for a great Christmas eve. I strolled through the park of my mind. Where the snow fell like feathers and the sun warmed my soul. It's my mind and those things can happen. The starlight was twinkling like sugarplum pie. The night winds sang me a tune. As I looked toward the hea...
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• Mayan Regrets

  by Jay Olson December 22, 2012
  It's Saturday morning on 12/ 22 I'm looking behind me and feel such a fool. My closet is empty my cupboard is bare. When I looked in my wallet, no money was there. My gas tank is empty, my bridges are burned. The world is still here, no aliens returned. I figured the end was at hand. If only ...
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• Solstice Coming

  by Jay Olson December 13, 2012
  The sound of coldness comes. The silent creaking of ancient ice is here. Shifting forces press  onward and down. The movements are timeless, Punctual, chilling, unexpected and real. Listening closely to the future Approaching like a runaway train. Watching it come in awestruck wonder. U...

• Doing The Dance

  by Jay Olson December 8, 2012
                       Time and space . Standing, starting, moving backward. Herky, jerky, smooth as silk. Sublimely in your face. Stop and look into the moon-glow. Listen softly to the wind blow He...

• Days That Fade

  by Jay Olson December 6, 2012
    The autumnal rains fall.                 It lightly taps my head of grey. The sun hides blithely behind gathering clouds.                &...

• Something For Saturday

  by Jay Olson December 1, 2012
  Time and space . Standing, starting, moving backward. herky jerky smooth as silk. sublimely in your face. Stop and look as time marches on.  

• The Point Of It All

  by Jay Olson November 28, 2012
   

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• The Weight (cover) Bus Stop Troubadour

  by Jay Olson November 24, 2012
  A friendly musical interlude for a sunny Saturday.  This was recorded by myself and a couple of friends.  Enjoy the day.  

• My Brother

  by Jay Olson November 20, 2012
    I am posting this today in memory of my dear departed big brother who left this life 2 years ago today A Toast to English Muffins Here's to the end of the day my friend. Come drink, and feel no sorrow. Our yesterdays are time gone by. Our joy is in tomorrow. So drink your drink and give ...

• Trying To Find My Way

  by Jay Olson November 19, 2012
        Sitting, in anticipation, down at the old age station. Waiting for the trains to come and go. Sitting, and watching the show. The trains roll by me on track number 5. I'm sitting in a section marked “Still alive”. People are pouring ...
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• Infundibulum Blues

  by Jay Olson November 3, 2012
    Lifting the page, that is heavy with days gone by. Autumn slips slowly, inevitably onward. Winter approaches, steady, and undaunted. Daylight recedes to hide in the long nights. Buttoning my coat another notch higher, I begin biding my time until spring. High knuckle, low knuckle, high kn...

• Don’t Jump

  by Jay Olson October 30, 2012
  Look into the light The tide slips silently out. Review your whole life. The days become years, of that there’s no doubt. Currents unyielding, forces prevail. Channels are dredged into paths often tread. Jumping is an option rarely considered. The topside is where it is real. Behind l...

• Behind Closed Eyes

  by Jay Olson October 16, 2012
               When I close my eyes and open my mind            The lines are there to see.            The spaces between the sounds that I hear...

• August Moon

  by Jay Olson September 6, 2012
    The August moon has left us. Time moves steadily on. September nights are upon us. Move on. Travel the path that’s before you, On a steady, unwavering, stride. With a wink, and a smile, go forward. Move on. If the path should prove twisted and rough, Should the sands beneath y...

• Man, The Couch, and the Cubicle.

  by Jay Olson August 14, 2012
  “They knew how to live with nature and get along with nature. They didn't try too hard to be all men and no animal. That's the mistake we made when Darwin showed up. We embraced him and Huxley and Freud, all smiles. And then we discovered that Darwin and our religions didn't mix. Or at lea...

• The Law (The sun may be clouded, yet ever the sun...)

  by Jay Olson August 3, 2012
    The sun may be clouded, yet ever the sun Will sweep on its course till the cycle is run. And when into chaos the systems are hurled, Again shall the Builder reshape a new world. Your path may be clouded, uncertain your goal; Move on, for the orbit is fixed for your soul. And though it may l...

• Oh Say Can You See?

  by Jay Olson July 17, 2012
  Dawn... Days of my life; floating through space. Memories forgotten, drift past my face. Tomorrows sweet promise, in galaxies near. Todays morning sunrise, sings into my ear. As yesterdays story, drifts and fades from my sight. A new one begins, with the dawns early light.~J.O

• Grass

  by Jay Olson May 25, 2012
    Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work--          I am the grass; I cover all.And pile them high at GettysburgAnd pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.Shovel them under and let me work.Two years, ...

• In Flanders Fields

  by Jay Olson May 25, 2012
  In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fiel...

• Do Elephants Ever Forget?

  by Jay Olson May 17, 2012
     In 1972,  Joe Miller was on holiday in Kenya after graduating from Tulsa Junior  College .On a hike  through the bush, he came across a young bull elephant standing with  one leg raised in the air.    The elephant  seemed distressed, so Joe a...

• A Dream Within A Dream

  by Jay Olson May 8, 2012
  Take this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow--You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone?All that we see or seemIs but a dream within a dream.I st...

• Lighten up Buttercup

  by Jay Olson May 8, 2012
  Too many people take themselves and their lives so seriously that they refuse to recognize the absurdity of much of what they do. Not that everything in life is a laughing matter. But have you ever encountered a person,or group, who had a chip on their shoulder? They spend much of their time com...

• We Are Breeding Ourselves to Extinction

  by Jay Olson May 6, 2012
  Long but good read. We Are Breeding Ourselves to Extinction By Chris Hedges All measures to thwart the degradation and destruction of our ecosystem will be useless if we do not cut population growth. By 2050, if we continue to reproduce at the current rate, the planet will have between 8 billion...
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• Fairness and Justice

  by Jay Olson May 1, 2012
  He who regardsWith an eye that is equalFriends and comrades,The foe and the kinsman,The vile and the wicked,The men who judge him,And those who belongTo neither faction:He is the greatest.~Some wise soul

• Today is May Day

  by Jay Olson May 1, 2012
  Background to May Day: In 1884, unions declared that eight hours would constitute a legal day’s work from and after May 1, 1886. When workers went on strike at a factory in Chicago on May 3, 1886, police fired into the peacefully assembled crowd, killing four and wounding many others. Th...

• Poem Of Life

  by Jay Olson April 30, 2012
  Life is but a stopping place,A pause in what's to be,A resting place along the road,to sweet eternity.We all have different journeys, Different paths along the way,We all were meant to learn some things,but never meant to stay... Our destination is a place,Far greater than we know.For some the jour...

• The Rhodora

  by Jay Olson April 25, 2012
  On being asked, Whence is the flower?In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods,Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook,To please the desert and the sluggish brook.The purple petals, fallen in the pool,Made the black water with their beauty gay;Here ...

• The Coroner

  by Jay Olson April 17, 2012
  In a murder trial, the defense attorney was cross-examining the coroner: Attorney: Before you signed the death certificate, had you taken the pulse?   Coroner: No. Attorney: Did you listen to the heart?   Coroner: No. Attorney: Did you check for breathing?   Coroner: No. Attorney: So,...

• No Fear

  by Jay Olson April 17, 2012
  A few minutes before the church services started, the congregation was sitting in their pews and talking.  Suddenly, Satan appeared at the front of the church. Everyone started screaming and running for the front entrance, trampling each other in a frantic effort to get away from evil incarna...
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• Inertial Blues

  by Jay Olson April 16, 2012
  Lying, in wait...... Watching the sun set behind a sofa. Lying with inertial splendor, Waiting for evening. Lying in state..... Waiting for gravity,  To pull a new moon over the horizon.~Jay Olson  '09'

• Don't Take Your Troubles To Bed

  by Jay Olson April 13, 2012
  You may labor your fill, friend of mine, if you will; You may worry a bit, if you must; You may treat your affairs as a series of cares, You may live on a scrap and a crust; But when the day's done, put it out of your head; Don't take your troubles to bed. You may batter your way through the thick ...
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• The Second Chance

  by Jay Olson April 11, 2012
    We may not have the means at hand To change a circumstance. But we may gain, to our relief, A welcome second chance– A chance to prove that we will try, With all our might and main, To change our ways, to right some wrong, And pull our weight again.   So let us thank the generou...

• Universe of one

  by Jay Olson April 11, 2012
    "An anthropologist studying the habits and customs of an African tribe found himself surrounded by children most days. So he decided to play a little game with them. He managed to get candy from the nearest town and put it all in a decorated basket. at the foot of a tree. Then he called...
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• Separation of Church and Estate

  by Jay Olson April 10, 2012
  Jeff Schweitzer Scientist, former White House senior policy analyst, author Posted: November 24, 2008 12:06 PM Separation of Church and Estate   As public resources grow ever scarcer in a declining economy, the time has come to reevaluate the established and often un...
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• The Scale of the Universe

  by Jay Olson April 9, 2012
  Every now and then it is interesting to put our self importance in perspective to everything else.  Those big worries and self inflated opinions are not always as big or important as they may seem.  Click the link and see for yourself. http://htwins.net/scale2/scale2.swf?bordercolor=white

• Freedom

  by Jay Olson April 6, 2012
  We ran upon a starfish, as pretty as can be.   I marveled at its beauty, then tossed it in the sea.   Somewhere today that starfish moves,   Along the sandy shore.   And in our minds, the memory,   Remains forevermore. ~Jay Olson 2010

• Where the Sidewalk Ends

  by Jay Olson March 31, 2012
  There is a place where the sidewalk endsAnd before the street begins,And there the grass grows soft and white,And there the sun burns crimson bright,And there the moon-bird rests from his flightTo cool in the peppermint wind.Let us leave this place where the smoke blows blackAnd the dark street wind...
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• The Night Has A Thousand Eyes

  by Jay Olson March 30, 2012
  The night has a thousand eyes,   And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies   With the dying sun.   The mind has a thousand eyes,   And the heart but one. Yet the light of a whole life dies,   When love is done.~Francis William Bourdillon

• Invictus

  by Jay Olson March 29, 2012
    Out of the night that covers me,Black as the Pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soul.In the fell clutch of circumstanceI have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chanceMy head is bloody, but unbowed.Beyond this place of wrath and tears...

• Life Sculpture

  by Jay Olson March 28, 2012
   Chisel in hand stood a sculptor boy With his marble block before him, And his eyes lit up with a smile of joy, As an angel-dream passed o'er him. He carved the dream on that shapeless stone, With many a sharp incision; With heaven's own light the sculpture shone, -- He'd caught that andgel-...

• Tolerance

  by Jay Olson March 19, 2012
   by John Leroy Maxwell This is not a perfect World, we see things everyday..That make us take a second look, or make us turn away..The heart of man has turned to stone, and compassionis not found.. We've taken Love and Friendship, andbeat them to the ground.. No longer do we hold our Hopesand ...

• Flights Of Fancy

  by Jay Olson March 16, 2012
  I am a lovely bluebird, nesting in a tree.   I’ll spread my wings to take a flight.   I’ll head right for the sea.   Flying upwards, over clouds, across the land and mountains.   I am the water of the streams,    The lakes, and seas and fountains. ...

• A Dog's Purpose? (from a 6-year-old).

  by Jay Olson March 14, 2012
    Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife Lisa , and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle. I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. ...
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• The Girl Who Ran

  by Jay Olson March 13, 2012
  My heart by the second, beats faster. The time grows closer with every breath.   The "Good Luck!" and "You Go!" Can’t to dispel, my feeling of disaster.   I step to the line marked upon the path. All runners, anxious like me.    Our palms, they sweat, our hearts beat ...

• The Winds Of Fate

  by Jay Olson March 13, 2012
  One ship drives east and another drives westWith the selfsame winds that blow.'Tis the set of the sails,And Not the gales,That tell us the way to go. Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate;As we voyage along through life,'Tis the set of a soulThat decides its goal,And not the calm or the str...

• Thoughts

  by Jay Olson March 11, 2012
    You never can tell what your thought will do In bringing hate or love, For thoughts are things and their airy wings Are swifter than carrier doves. They follow the law of the universe - Each thing must create its kind, And they speed o'er the track to bring back Whatever went out from your ...

• Solitude

  by Jay Olson March 9, 2012
  Laugh, and the world laughs with you;Weep, and you weep alone.For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,But has trouble enough of its own.Sing, and the hills will answer;Sigh, it is lost on the air.The echoes bound to a joyful sound,But shrink from voicing care.Rejoice, and men will seek you;Grie...

• Freedom

  by Jay Olson March 7, 2012
      We ran upon a starfish, as pretty as can be.   I marveled at its beauty, then tossed it in the sea.   Somewhere today that starfish moves,   Along the sandy shore.   And in our minds, the memory,   Remains forevermore.   Jay Olson 2010

• There Will Come A Soft Rain

  by Jay Olson March 6, 2012
  There will come soft rain and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;   And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum-trees in tremulous white;   Robins will wear their feathery fire Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;   And...

• Defining the Question

  by Jay Olson March 4, 2012
  How small we are! How infinitesimal! God is a billion, And we, a tiny decimal. How small we are! How trivial, how futile. God is the Intellect, And we, but brutal. How small we are! How insignificant, How petty, mean and base. And God, magnificent.           &...

• This Could Be The Last Time

  by Jay Olson March 2, 2012
   
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• Battle Creek Blues/Cereal Killer

  by Jay Olson March 2, 2012
  Walking through a field of corn flake.   Clicking and kicking while strolling along.   Eating some raisons and singing a song.   Walking through a field of corn flake.   Looking for spoons and sugar lump.   Dodging the milk drops that fall by my head. &n...

• A Very Busy Man

  by Jay Olson February 29, 2012
  I’m a very busy man I am.  I was on the 6 o’clock news yesterday afternoon.  They were asking me a couple of questions about the economy, foreign relations, and things like that.  Well, I just had to tell them what I thought.  I told them that when I was over in .....

• Oh Say Can You See?

  by Jay Olson February 29, 2012
  Days of my life; floating through space.   Memories forgotten, drift past my face.   Tomorrows sweet promise, in galaxies near.   Todays morning sunrise, sings into my ear.   As yesterdays story, drifts and fades from my sight.   A new one begins, with the dawns ea...

• SONG OF THE RIVER

  by Jay Olson February 29, 2012
  The snow melts on the mountain And the water runs down to the spring, And the spring in a turbulent fountain, With a song of youth to sing, Runs down to the riotous river, And the river flows on to the sea, And the water again Goes back in rain To the hills where it used to be. And I wonder if Life'...

• Time Boogie

  by Jay Olson February 28, 2012
  I am a boy who’s a bit over sixty. I am a man who has seen his own death. My youth was spent in folly. My life is another ones breath.   The breath of a brand new morning, And the scent of a blooming flower. I anxiously wait for the morning sun, And fear for the darkening hour. &...

• Stories From The Bannister

  by Jay Olson February 26, 2012
    Marcels Dilemma   Time and space walk hand in hand.   In search of a staircase to descend.   Time is wrapped in glistening gold.   Space enshrouded in blue I am told.   They're on their way up'..,           &nbs...

• The Builders

  by Jay Olson February 24, 2012
  All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is best; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest. For the structure that we raise, Time is with ...

• How Did You Die?

  by Jay Olson February 23, 2012
    Did you tackle that trouble that came your way With a resolute heart and cheerful? Or hide your face from the light of day With a craven soul and fearful? Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce, Or a trouble is what you make it, And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts, B...
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• OPPORTUNITY

  by Jay Olson February 22, 2012
    by: Edward Rowland Sill (1841-1887) This I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream:-- There spread a cloud of dust along a plain; And underneath the cloud, or in it, raged A furious battle, and men yelled, and swords Shocked upon swords and shields. A prince's banner Wavered, then staggered backwa...

• WHEN LOVE FOR HIS MAKER AWOKE IN MAN, THE DANCE BEGAN

  by Jay Olson February 20, 2012
  The wave of the ocean, the leaf of the wood, In the rhythm of motion proclaim life is good. The stars are all swinging to metres and rhyme, The planets are singing while suns mark the time. The moonbeams and rivers float off in a trance, The Universe quivers - on, on with the dance!   Ou...

• Riding The AAA Highway

  by Jay Olson February 19, 2012
  A Spot On The Map   Everything’s there if you know where it's at.   Everything’s there if you know what your looking for.   We're all on our own road,   That leads to the same place.   I could give you directions but you still may get lost.   Eve...

• While Passing Through Laurdes

  by Jay Olson February 18, 2012
      Alone In A Crowded Room   One day while watching the wind,   Emptiness filled my heart.   I laughed at my plight, knowing,   It's impossible to fill anything with nothing             &nb...

• Digital Re-incarnation

  by Jay Olson February 17, 2012
  On the day of my death as I floated through space.     The days of my life drifted past my dead face. All the memories forgotten every deed I had done.     Every game I had played Every race I had run. They played like a movie that ran through my head.   ...
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• Aluminum Blues

  by Jay Olson February 16, 2012
  I lent my name to a well dressed man   Since then I no longer remember, exactly, who  I am.   I used to know just who I was, but lately, I’m never sure.   Since I lent my name to that well dressed man,   Strange things have begun to occur.   When I ans...
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