On the Grid

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Yesterday, with the help of my banker, I came on the grid. With my late uncle’s trust  money, I established credit. She did a credit check, before I could get my free calendar.

“You do not have bad credit. You have no credit. You have never been in debt!”

I told her about Laurie who laughed at me after she gave me a bundle of letters to put stamps on when she parked in front of these stamp vending machines.

“Mail these!” she orders.

“I don’t know how!” I said, sheepishly!”

“What do you mean you don’t know how?”

“As a hippie, I avoided doing such things!”

“Hahahahahahahahahaha!”

My banker thought Laurie was cruel. I told her she was my trainer, and she should not be too hard on. In the next hour we gave each other two high-fives as I came on the grid at sixty-eight. She had to ask me a lot of questions. I gave my mother’s maiden name, twice. I gave Belle that name when we first met. After our second meeting, she inquires;

“I’d like to hear more of your personal life story. “When I got sober”, “When I was homeless”, “When I was fighting cancer”……. these are words you drop and then let flit by without much detail or explanation or storytelling. I want those details and stories. Please.

Tell me what you thought of my poem. Did it make you feel anything? Did it make you think? If so, what?”

I talked to my therapist about the Family Identity Crisis. I showed her ‘Love Match’ and the faux ghost writer. I told her how I became a writer – after a gun was put to my head.

“You must have been afraid!” she says.

“I wasn’t afraid at all.”

“Why?”

I wondered why she was not asking why the gun would not fire after the trigger was pulled several times.

Take the word WORDS and rearrange the letters. You get SWORD. When Belle asked me her three questions, I had to consider if she wanted to OWN my WORDS, my, HIS STORY.

“Yes, I got a misdemeanor along with 11 other people for trying to talk to a silent and (cowardly) hiding John RUIZ.

I LOVE Crouching Tiger. It’s one of my favorites. The scene where the two young warrior lovers are in the bath together in the desert is my favorite part I think.”

Belle’s “I think” made me think. What is her favorite part – really? After two hours Belle’s phone rang and she talks away from the table. When she came back, she had goosbumps all over the bare arms.

“What’s going on Belle?” and I reached out and ran my hand over her arm. I dare say, there was no touch like this. Our duel began. Our gambit.

When Belle step forth in Keny Kesey Square, I knew I found my Hier, and told her so. No one, not even Belle, could keep the Sword of Destiny out of her beautiful hands that look like the wings of a swan. When I beheld the WORDS in her hands, I knew she was ‘The One’. Nothing can change T-HIS STORY! These WORDS are written in STONE.

I told my banker I am like an old mountain man who came down from the mountain.

“You’re on the grid!” and our palms made contact, for, I need credit to begin my business, establish more firmly: Royal Rosamond Press Co.

Do you now hear

the TONES in the STONE

the SINGING WORDS

the SWINGING SWORDS

that guard the gate of Edan?

Master Jon

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Mu Bai and Shu Lien have developed feelings for each other, but they have never acknowledged or acted on them. Mu Bai, intending to give up his warrior life, asks Shu Lien to transport his sword, also referred to as the Green Destiny, to the city of Beijing, as a gift for their friend Sir Te (Sihung Lung). At Sir Te’s estate, Shu Lien meets Jen (Zhang Ziyi), the daughter of Governor Yu (Li Fazeng), a visiting Manchu aristocrat. Jen, destined for an arranged marriage and yearning for adventure, seems envious of Shu Lien’s warrior lifestyle.

One evening, a masked thief sneaks into Sir Te’s estate and steals the sword. Mu Bai and Shu Lien trace the theft to Governor Yu’s compound and learn that Jade Fox has been posing as Jen’s governess for many years.

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(Voice of Phantom)

Insolent boy, this slave of fashion,
Basking in your glory!
Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor,
Sharing in my triumph!

(Christine)

Angel, I hear you.
Speak, I listen.
Stay by my side,
Guide me.

Angel, my soul was weak,
Forgive me.
Enter at last, Master.

(Phantom)

Flattering child, you shall know me.
See why in shadow I hide.
Look at your face in the mirror.
I am there, inside!

(Christine)

Angel of Music, guide and guardian,
Grant to me your glory.
Angel of Music, hide no longer.
Come to me, strange Angel.

(Phantom)

I am your Angel of Music.
Come to me, Angel of Music.

(Raoul, spoken)

Whose is that voice?
Who is that in there?

(Phantom)
I am your Angel of Music

(Raoul, spoken)

Christine! Christine!

(Phantom)

Come to me, Angel of Music!
I am your angel of music! 2x

Read more: Phantom Of The Opera – The Mirror (angel Of Music) Lyrics | MetroLyrics

On Sunday, April 20, 2014 11:51 AM, Belle Burch wrote:

Yes, those are my hands in the RG. That was the first time I had ever appeared in the news as an activist.

Yes, I got a misdemeanor along with 11 other people for trying to talk to a silent and (cowardly) hiding John RUIZ.

I LOVE Crouching Tiger. It’s one of my favorites. The scene where the two young warrior lovers are in the bath together in the desert is my favorite part I think.

Is Bohemian a language as well as a place? Or are you referring to Romani? Was Romani the language that was spoken in Bohemia?

I’d like to hear more of your personal life story. “When I got sober”, “When I was homeless”, “When I was fighting cancer”……. these are words you drop and then let flit by without much detail or explanation or storytelling. I want those details and stories. Please.

Tell me what you thought of my poem. Did it make you feel anything? Did it make you think? If so, what?”

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parsifal

 

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