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  • a gem don't hardly ever breath and when found gets plucked and dug from

    the tides of time, rare the ones that start to. More common rock does

    begin to breath but no soonner do unhumble humans begin scolding it: you

    dirt you soil!

    You ae a rare AND breathing gem.

    In fact ... could you read a little of my poetry into the camera?

  • @poetpiet i would, but why not read them yourself?

  • @medicinesocks why not indeed? i was offered upload help by email from canada as far back as the mid eighties but i always have had a difficult relation with tec .. i need it but minimize use .. E-waste horror at the back of my mind ... began with photography waste product awareness early eighties.

  • @poetpiet ... on top of that i did and was shut up from day one .... my vocalizations would make my dad a raging bull more often than not (buffalo year, aries, me gemini dog). I found a nice mike once and lost sight of it, i did a vocal chat once briefly ... hardly ever touch a phone ... got totally people shy. Got enough reasons now?

  • ah u are why i like humans, keep being real

  • i like humans too, grin. and i don't know how to be anything but real. even if i'm trying to fake something , i think the truth outs itself to anyone with eyes to see.

  • We're all naked, under these clothes.

  • we are??????

    yikes!

  • yes, but that is not being naked.. we are all day disguised... and hidden..;)

  • there are layers and layers of disguise.. you can't always tell, even looking closely at a person you love without his clothes on, what it is he's hiding from you... there are depths and deeper depths of nakedness and honesty.

  • Lovely. I LOVE your words and sensibility.

    And I like that you undress at the start (though, I was preparing myself for a different kind of video all together at first :)).

  • ha!

    i've always wanted to do a nudie pic, lolol!

    with plenty of redeeming social value of course...

    still, i had to double dare myself to do it

  • Wow ! Amazing Style of telling a poem.

  • i wasn't the first to think of it, haha! but then i thought it might be effective... then i hurried up and just did it before i could think too much more and change my mind about it!

  • Indeed the first poem tolded must have been done naked;-) Very cool!

  • indeed? ah. you're probably right!

  • There's nothing hotter than that first moment when a girl takes her shirt off, okay, when she takes her bra off, okay, maybe, when she sits on the floor naked reading poetry, damn, that's incredibly hot. :) What was that poem again?

  • when i was a girl, i used to laugh at the women my mother's age, the age i am now or younger, when they called themselves "the girls".

    at 16, i identified personally as a feminist *woman*. my girlhood was over, linguistcally! i had a fascination even then with the way language can reveal or obscure whole classes of people, whole worldviews other than the ways we were first taught to think in our, ahem, mother tongues.

    video obcures and reveals unpredictable things. here you can see i'm a girl.

  • beautifully written, Rachel. By the way, it was the 'boy' that is a part of me that wrote to the 'girl' that is a part of you.  :)

    Sometimes, lol, it just happens. :D

  • we're all still here, no one has gone away. thanks for being there, boy.

  • a naked girl, feeling odd and unrevealed sensations? you just tell with your breath Rachel! and then the poem I can't really follow but feel with your voice and breath... beauty!

  • hey... it was hard to breathe in that funky old attic!

    both poems are pretty surreal-- like the situation-- not necessarily logical in any ordinary sense~~ the second poem is about something-- or somebody-- so wonderfully mysterious and at the same time self-revealing-- that there are no words to explain what has just happened! " when a message has no clothes on, how can it be spoken?"

  • nice.

    5 *

  • thanks keanghiero

  • great poetry and well spoken truly a great poem.

  • the second poem's pretty good, written by x-tian mystic thomas merton, with that catchy last line.... the first is just a scary nonsensical lullaby about my cats, of the kind sung by mad women in attics to comfort themselves and combat the tedium of a shut-in's existence, since time immemorial. it's the kind of nursery rhyme that makes the kiddies not want to go to sleep!

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