Bruce Springsteen is my hero.
They hijacked his song,
And used it to terrorize
The guilty and innocent alike
I hate that!
I believe
the U.S.A.
will have a black president.
And that feels right.
I think it would make
for a fine story
one day!
Don’t you?
A.L. Miller
5:55 am
Sept 3, 2008
I am having a rough time. I did talk to Cameron tonight. Please pray for me to recover. I don’t want to die, but I do have thoughts of death. I can walk, write and draw but I do not feel like doing anything but singing and dancing and acting. The thing that gets me happy are the blue flowers I wear in my hair at night and the pink veil I dance with. It makes me remember I am an artist and that people are love. I feel happier at the thought of it. I will do more things to make myself well so that I can inspire others again.
You’re happy under him
Write like light, like on a holiday
Whistle while mean friends party
Move wrong, even death, back
17 nice new hot and brilliant touches give hope
A.M. Lehr
June 9, 2008
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air…
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, nor even eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
“High Flight” by John Gillespie Magee, Jr., Public Domain.
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