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    <title>Gather: Articles by Richard Lynn Livesay</title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 16:33:38 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Creedosyncroty (the mood I'm in)</title>
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 If one can be or see or just count three aleigh all stubborn 
 
 
 Tragicallical dippsters and varied upsters will be, well done 
 
 
 So talk unto the magic monster, the big . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 06:02:46 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-06T06:02:46Z</dc:date>
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      <title>and before...</title>
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      <description>There is… 
 
 
 Gloy,natuniteratual oye! Sedeneratey do kothwa onlit westralk thereow moter dierwat zatrew miplaposerate trimaginate  sotialerate doa to vis essa O grandevowful. 
 
 
 Oste . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 07:29:33 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T07:29:33Z</dc:date>
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      <title>SNOW BLINDness</title>
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      <description>Sharp frozen edges line the social icecap 
 
 
   
 
 
 Snow hares stumble and fall into icy oceans. 
 
 
   
 
 
 Freedom is freezing below the surface 
 
 
   
 
 
 As ice bullets kill . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 22:36:38 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-04T22:36:38Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Awaken</title>
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 How sweet it is, this mystery that we call life 
 
 
 Our DNA so close to everyone, our spirits show 
 
 
 O’ Plato, where did this   island   of   Atlantis   go? 
 
 
    . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 22:34:44 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-01T22:34:44Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Peaceful Desire (after reading “Power vs Force”- David Hawkings M.D. Ph.D)</title>
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 Patterns of the absolute weave a crib of support 
 
 
 It has no name, no need for fame but will report 
 
 
 To those aware of the database of consciousness. 
 
 
   . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 23:52:31 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T23:52:31Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Reaching</title>
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 I walked until I couldn’t crawl again 
 
 
 The sun burnt cold as my legs reached the end 
 
 
 I cried a smile and whispered loudly with a groan 
 
 
 Then ask to tell myself what . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 26 Dec 2009 23:44:59 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-26T23:44:59Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Existence</title>
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 All that is could not know itself because there was nothing else 
 
 
 It could not experience the divine wholeness of its reality 
 
 
 It chose to know itself experientially . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2009 22:08:15 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977962163</guid>
      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-24T22:08:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Wheel ( after reading Castaneda)</title>
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 Shaman to Ixtlan in the blink of an eye 
 
 
 Recede not O’ Spirit, I am no one, named 
 
 
 My personal history is not who I am, not now 
 
 
 I will embrace the mysteries . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 22:07:41 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-23T22:07:41Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Another Day</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977959552</link>
      <description>Soft pillows of creamy white mustang cods rolled down the mantel 
 
 
 Crashing softly onto the knap of her neck, swollen from the night’s 
 
 
 Of lifting weights at the local Sonic while tipping . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 01:09:22 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-23T01:09:22Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Sometimes we need a storm to see where we stand</title>
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 It was a muddy, muddy road and the river rose 
 
 
 How could we know which way to go? 
 
 
 We traveled blind for some time, drowning 
 
 
 The rain kept raining, the flood . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 07:33:57 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-20T07:33:57Z</dc:date>
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      <title>As for Me</title>
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 For I will live just for today 
 
 
 No matter what the world will say 
 
 
 For I can only be right now 
 
 
 The best of choices to allow. 
 
 
   
 
 
 My body will . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 21:03:25 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-18T21:03:25Z</dc:date>
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      <title>“C”</title>
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 An uninvited foe has crept into my cell 
 
 
 Its evil covered shadows, hidden well. 
 
 
  I dare not ask what reason or intention 
 
 
 May lurk within this shady apparition. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 00:51:36 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-11T00:51:36Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Blessings</title>
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 As does water, I seek my own level 
 
 
 Creative energy flows from within 
 
 
 To inspire by crystal words and visions 
 
 
 Shared gifts, imagined to be worthy. 
 
 
   . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 22:41:58 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-08T22:41:58Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Autumn’s Cries (A Collaborative Poem From Poor Poet’s Pantry)</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977913464</link>
      <description>Collaborative Poets: Kushal Poddar, Dawn Kilby, Sheila Deeth, Barbara Horter, Frances Ayers and Richard Lynn Livesay 
 
   
 Shades in this season And inside your eyes a mushroom blooms. Does autumn . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 08:36:14 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-23T08:36:14Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Passe’ ( a struggle to write) (A Collaborative Poem from Poor Poet’s Pantry)</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977913382</link>
      <description> Contributing Poets: Kushal Poddar( Poddar Kushal), Barbara H. Horter, Richard Lynn Livesay 
   
  I stare assuredly at the emptiness of my hand A small breath taken, I Then  sigh . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 07:21:15 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-23T07:21:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>It’s Greek</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977909383</link>
      <description>  
 
 
 GREEK/ATHENAN  EMPIRE  (ca. 776 BC – 323 BC) 
 
 
   
 
 
    “Let’s begin with the muse”, said Hesiod 
 
 
 How they speak of Chaos, Eros, Gaia . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 00:34:30 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-20T00:34:30Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Go’n West</title>
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 (a cowboy's tail end)  
 
 
 Ride the pony express, smell the mess  
 
 
 With a whinny, eating oats with your favorite jenny 
 
 
 Reveal all your lies 
 
 
 about truth . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 00:01:26 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-18T00:01:26Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Alternatives</title>
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 Pharma, pharma…coco…ology, pill me quickly before optometry blinds me. I am barely able read your tiny tiny label. My mind I may loose, also my taste, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 06:02:26 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-17T06:02:26Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Surreal Circus Photo Contest</title>
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      <description>In the image</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 01:24:26 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-17T01:24:26Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Propeaceity (deflecting hate and anger)</title>
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 Stoic noncommittal glances through the bleached eyes of Nirvana’s syncopated visions and into the flared nostrils of the fire breathing masks of Zeus’s war god, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 18:29:17 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-15T18:29:17Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Wrong Letters ( will salmonella explode the fishing industry?)</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977900958</link>
      <description>Column Call (unconventional heresy in small bottles) (dose: call me in the morning) 
   
 I will send Sartre’ to spread satires, both rear and flat, as 
 poetry can never justify an artist’s . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 18:03:20 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-14T18:03:20Z</dc:date>
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      <title>She Burst Forth</title>
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      <description>She Burst Forth in cyclone captions dissipatling liturgical wrath 
 
 
   
 
 
 Where was she, that silky Sunday Morning? 
 
 
 It was almost ghostly, like vanishing icicles but 
 
 
 still the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 06:52:52 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-14T06:52:52Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Stillness</title>
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 Be still be calm belong to peace 
 Breathe deep, let saddened teardrops cease 
 Seek joy, seek love that never ends 
 So be wise, acknowledge your soul within. 
   
 Be brave . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 18:23:57 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-13T18:23:57Z</dc:date>
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      <title>BABYLONIAN EMPIRE (from Epic Empires Poem)</title>
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      <description>Mighty Nimrod, great-grand-son of Noah 
 
 
 
 Controlled   Babylon  , Uruk(Erech) and   Akkad 
 
 
 Wore a crown and demanded fire worship 
 
 
 Said submitting to God, cowards were made. 
 
 
   . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 21:41:07 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-12T21:41:07Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Ever So Often…</title>
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 Boiled in a wicked sea of evil, you who came before me 
 
 
 Serpent beasts, gnashing bloody teeth 
 
 
 Black smoke rising from the pit; I wander forlorn 
 
 
 Looking into . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 22:08:48 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-11T22:08:48Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Soldiers of Death by Richard Lynn Livesay</title>
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 I hear faint footsteps upon the winds of time 
 
 
 Like the ticking of a time-bomb within my head 
 
 
 And so as buffalo would die upon the prairie, almost all 
 
 
 I wondered . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 00:51:53 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-11T00:51:53Z</dc:date>
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      <title>ROMAN EMPIRE (753 BC – (partial poem from my Epic Empires)</title>
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  “So drink some wine while your hours flee,  
 
 
  put small trust in posterity,  
 
 
  and prune your hopes but(carpe diem).- Horace  
 
 
      . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 17:07:30 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-10T17:07:30Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Existence</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977892774</link>
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 I sit in my darkness feeling the void, smothered in emptiness 
 
 
 All alone, voiceless, staring into an oblivion of hopelessness 
 
 
 I dread the thoughts in my head, the pain is crippling . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 19:30:47 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-09T19:30:47Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Semi-sermon</title>
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 Who listens to that? That still small voice of truth, 
 
 
 Received as divine message from source revealed? 
 
 
 Words, thoughts may rumble within our minds, clouding joys; . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 20:47:20 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-06T20:47:20Z</dc:date>
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      <title>wistful</title>
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 I cannot breathe while suffering suffocation dysfunction 
 
 
 Turn away when political bugs of confusion splatter against my brain. 
 
 
 I so inhale your words and what you . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 18:56:35 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-04T18:56:35Z</dc:date>
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