aged out trick or treater.
***
Agape.
Welcome to, Salutations from, Obi Wan Can'obie Layke Park Google Blog,
an online magazine published weekly, tackling the hard hitting current events,
relating warmer month activities months later when cold weather kicks in,
sharing photos of sunshine and lollipops and goats,
and the one blog in billions that dares to tell it like it is and presents...
Labor Day Weekend Solo Poet's Holiday
featuring, Burning Man Jr III
Friday, September 3, 2021
part three
The End of the Day in Review
featuring random never before seen photographs
Same Old...
(Practice Makes...)
& you knew somewhere
in this staycation story
Pote's Holiday Pix
would need uploading
to Google Photographs and
issues would ensue,
and this is that Pome,
written waiting for upload,
which wasn't quite right...
as usual, won't repeat
similar tech frustrations
suffice to say that...
all seems to be going well...
"seems", the key word here;
Truth will tell when click
"eject device" if pix in,
they'll remain on screen,
if not, they disappear, blank...
will reinsert photo stick,
manually load
pix into photos to save,
gotten good at it -
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God Teaches Patience
Pic'stic uploaded,
backed up, and saved in Photos,
Album created,
PHEW! Gotta Trust Tech',
like, Faith in Higher Power,
will natch', run program,
transfer, copy, synch'
informations ones-zeroes
into Google Cloud
virtual reality
globally available;
just don't try Upload
from anywhere...except home,
otherwise...watch out!
Experience speaks
from multi'motel attempts
and DaS Pad WiFi,
unreliable, connects,
yet...appears to do it's thing...
'til connection drops
discontinues pix process
carry, STICKS, here on -
Domo Arigato, Roll'a Sploogato!
(Already Twisted...why not?!?!)
Chillax with T'Bone
at four-twenty, smoke a bone
review pix in zone;
spin discs', smoke, and write,
music and marijuana
inspirations spark...
Meditation Time,
focus on rhythm and rhyme,
thoughts turn on a dime;
hemispheres eternal fight,
mind flights to ole Tijuana,
strange hands in the dark...
synapses misfire flash,
gummy coffee crash,
take edge off with hash;
scribble ramblings, seemly trite,
become iguana,
hear scream of butterfly...BARK!
Wicked high intelligence,
step into Ninth Sense
realm of non'sense transcendence...
PACK ANOTHER BOWL!
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Ascent
Sufficiently stewed
and I don't mean to be rude,
reached enlightenment,
High Plains Attainment,
experience sans flesh bag
with angels play tag,
four pale horsemen ride,
alongside their steeds I stride,
beside Gabriel,
bestows prophetic intel,
apocalyptic vision
Praise Be, Christ's Risen!
End of Days are approaching,
price for Earth Poaching...
Awake full of Grace,
Peaceful smile on my face,
Solo Holiday,
take time out for ole Obi,
get in tune with inner pote,
all those bad vibes smote,
fresh air medicine's all right!
Time for bed...GOOD NIGHT!
***
Thank you, Thank you, Thank you very much,
the, Little Did He know, in a Month, He'd Be Up a Penstock, selfie.
Your own, personal, Master 'o' da Farce,
Obi Wan Can'obie Layke Park
Lowtown Penstocks
From Here...
to, Here, and onto the Merrimack River.
Visit Lowtown, MA, there's a lot to like.
***
Dionysus offering Brother Coyote a chalice of...
Tanaan Vineyards Merrimack River Cooking Sheri
"SHERI?!? Toss some in my puss!" Coyote barks.
BONUS TRACK for TREAT
not available on record or cassette
special guest pop group
EYES OF THE WORLD
by: GRATEFUL DEAD
album: Wake of the Flood
Right outside this lazy summer home
You ain't got time to call your soul a critic no
Right outside the lazy gate of winter's summer home
Wondering where the nut-thatch winters
Wings a mile long just carried the bird away
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world
The heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings
But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenings and songs of it's own
There comes a redeemer, and he slowly too fades away
And there follows his wagon behind him that's loaded with clay
And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom, and decay
And night comes so quiet, it's close on the heels of the day
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world
The heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings
But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenings and songs of it's own
Sometimes we live no particular way but our own
And sometimes we visit your country and live in your home
Sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone
Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world
The heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings
But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenings and songs of it's own
Songwriters: Jerome J. Garcia / Robert C. Hunter
Eyes of the World lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group
this post does not mean, Obi Wan Can'obi Layke Pahrk, is a...
Dead Head
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Salutations From Obi Wan Can'obi Layke Pahrk
since January 7, 2021
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