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David Alan At The A&P
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Snap writing prose for the bros & the hoes
who sold their souls for two dollar bills
so ghouls can continue the game

We float thru trees that shade a way
(Meet me behind the old oak)
and hide a way to help our world
escape tomorrow's ordered crushing lies
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Page 4 of poem They believed they were angry, because the man walked so slowly, and because, he looked so disheveled and lonely But, the real reason they frowned and tooted their horns? The reason is deep inside the vroomers and zoomers A part of them still smells the oak leaves, and feels the lost forest and flat rocks in lost stream Deep, deep inside, they want it all back That's why the man in flannel and hat makes them so angry my clever friend, Cat
November 29, 2025 at 11:22 PM
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Page 3 of poem top... Where there once was a forest and flat rocks in a stream, where the streams ran to rivers and the water was clean, and the air smelled like earth, pine, worms and oak leaves Most of the vroomers, the zoomy, zoom, zoomers, were angry at the man, the man dressed in flannel and toboggan grey hat
November 29, 2025 at 11:22 PM
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2nd page of poem I know for a fact, not a one of them saw the man dressed in flannel, toboggan grey hat, blue jeans and worn shoes, or the smile deep inside the man as he stopped to share a few moments with the birds in the bush behind the brown bank, or the long skinny flowers growing wild from cracks in the concrete and black...
November 29, 2025 at 11:22 PM
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A Poem
Clickity Vroom! Clickity Zoom!
Spoken recording in last post
Best Love, David
First page of poem I don't know if the earth's really round I mean, I'm not up in space, like a ship peering down Maybe it's oblong, like a crooked king's crown It sure seems to wobble and it sure seems to bobble when I walk city streets and cars, busses and people go, clickity vroom! clickity zoom! "I'm in a hurry" "Get out of the way!" "You're walking too slowly" "You're wasting my day!"
November 29, 2025 at 11:22 PM
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Hannah Arendt quote, while directly targeting totalitarianism & Fascism, can, IMO, be applied to Artificial Intelligence and the proliferation of billions of works being generated by people who do not have the capability to produce those works on their own. Result, no one believes anything... at all
Image of Hannah Arendt, Philosopher, Historian and Political Activist. As well as an Arendt quote regarding the proliferation of lies and their devastating effect on public and personal lives.
November 20, 2025 at 9:09 PM
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Page 3:
Welcome to the club, cameras, gates and walls, French private schools, private charity balls If you kiss the ring, stand straight and tall, you can paint lips red, trim the lawn and call for your private plane to your private sun where self-appointed kings stain your lawn for fun while pimp witch grooms little girls and boys, slips them under the door, one, two, four maybe, more, more, more, yeah, more, more, more (Woah, uhh, uhh) You don’t care, you’re society’s whore, you live on Country Club Road, you soak every pore, in lavender, honey, lemon and shea you kiss the ring, lick the devil to his core kiss the ring, lick the devil to his core kiss the ring, lick the devil to his core
October 21, 2025 at 1:06 AM
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Welcome to the club, cameras, gates and walls, French private schools, private charity balls If you kiss the ring, stand straight and tall, you can paint lips red, trim the lawn and call for your private plane to your private sun where self-appointed kings stain your lawn for fun, while pimp witch grooms little girls and boys, slips them under the door, one, two, four maybe, more, more, more, yeah, more, more, more Ohh, you don’t care, you’re society’s whore, you live on Country Club Road, you soak every pore, in lavender, honey, lemon and shea, you kiss the ring, lick the devil to his core, you kiss the ring, lick the devil to his core And, way down here, the truth you know, since ancient times we’ve doh see doh'd Better humans than you have tried to fight temptation, fought and died I’m the worm inside your very soul, I’m coiled snake of your own mistakes, I’m dilated breath of dream’s curious death
October 21, 2025 at 1:06 AM
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Page 1 or 3: Lick the Devil to His Core

Poem/Lyrics

Seems appropriate to revive this 2023 poem (and maybe the song ⁉️), while witnessing the decades, and extreme depths the establishment is diving to shield abusers, while demonizing the abused

Best Love, David Alan B
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(Poem/Lyrics) by: David Alan B ©2023 On Country Club Road, used lawn trimmed neat, behind thick oak door, your proper bride retreat you bathe in sticky honey, lemon, lavender, shea, paint puffy lips red, four inch steel on your feet You smile at your kids, hired help makes their bed, Maria cooks them dinner, wicked battle in your head You belong to the club, you say all the right things, You deserve to have fun, world owes you sexy rings You’re unable to make your own mistakes, (you're unable to make, you're unable to make) so I wind around your cosmetic fate, around your K-pop dreams and futures late, your happiness planned with garter and lace. your dilated breath, dream’s curious death, eyes wide, bloodshot quivering mess. You’ve achieved nirvana, you’ve braved the sauna, played pickle ball with the new Madonna.
October 21, 2025 at 1:06 AM
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Wrote this, while watching from a cloud on the fateful day. Must have fallen asleep after consuming a couple Root Beer floats. Didn't see too many, really, any skyward travelers
Rapture, the Poem By: David Alan B ©2025 The day was a disaster rock hard surrounded by difficult filled with bland You could even say it was like plaster drying slowly gritty yet moist like wet sand It certainly wasn’t alabaster soft supple beautiful No it was more like being ripped from earth to meet a bastard
October 2, 2025 at 1:23 AM
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Short Live Clip
Did You Put Me in a Box
Link to full song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=FmtB...
Best Love, David
September 2, 2025 at 10:58 PM
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Short clip from: Ride'm All Night
Full Song Link: www.youtube.com/watch?v=lKob...
Best Love, David
September 2, 2025 at 9:25 PM
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Amelia Birdheart by: David Alan B ©2022 The birds in the sky, they knew how to fly The birds on the ground never had found a way to take to the air They held lots of meetings, they had secret greetings, they said they didn’t much care They wrote into law, flapping wings none at all, no ground bird ever would dare Institutionalizing, the laws, then refining, wise ground birds said it was fair But not all of the flock was happy on rock, one she was full of such flair Amelia Birdheart was having no part of the wise birds’ critical glare In secret she practiced, Amelia’s wings became fastest, her big day there was no fanfare She took off all alone, said goodbye to her home, and flew with the birds in the air Now she soars in blue sky, floats quick through white clouds, she crosses great oceans, mountains and towns As her wings have grown strong, she has made many friends, she has learned new bird language and her dreams she does send To you who’s been beaten, to you who’s afraid, to you who’s not sure where your next meal’s made When you hear her song way up in blue sky, know she’s asking you to leave cruel world’s painful lies Her song is bright lighting striking timid soul’s dreams, it’s hot spark to start spreading, start spreading your wings It’s for you who’s been beaten, it’s for you who’s afraid, it’s for you who’s not sure where your next meal’s made She’s singing for you, she’s singing for me, she’s singing for us to spread our heart’s wings Even if you’ve been hiding your dreams all along, Amelia knows deep inside we’re all strong Even if there are monsters clipping your wings, Amelia knows deep inside our souls sing She spreads her strong wings, as you take off all alone, her song lifts you up, you wave goodbye to your home Then you sing your dream notes for those still on the ground, so more dreamers can find their strong wings and soul’s sound She spreads her strong wings, as you take off all alone her song lifts you up, you wave goodbye to your home Then you sing your dream notes for those still on the ground, so more dreamers can find their strong wings and soul’s sound
September 1, 2025 at 7:15 PM
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Thank you for the prompt!
Amelia Birdheart (in next post)
w/short clip of song created from the poem
@hool415.bsky.social #promptcombo #winged
September 1, 2025 at 7:15 PM
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Bobs & Dicks
September 1, 2025 at 3:10 PM
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Reticulating Lamp
(or, WTF am I up writing this?!?)
August 23, 2025 at 12:04 PM
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Like the taking of pills to look good for film rolls, suits and ties worn with pride to make it clear they’re divine, they began the great pivot, even as they took ownership of blood soaked land by the sea, their next vacation home, please Those who shouted, “stop the horror this minute,” when first bomb dropped on children and mothers, cried, screamed and marched, died a little inside each time talking heads, hollow, justifying mimes, soothed the comfortably shallow who lay on beaches glistening, evil’s true form, whispering… “What a terrible war. But, what could we do?” “Would you spread some more lotion?” “What a lovely blood moon.” By: David Burgin ©2025
August 16, 2025 at 3:39 PM
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… until reality sunk into their souls, and they decided they didn’t want to feel like the monsters and ghouls looking back from tall mirrors, office windows and pools So began the great pivot, mostly for show, to restore the gut feeling, perception of self, as pristine, righteous, above all else at breakfast tables, In newspapers, online, in hollow halls filled with spineless bill signing swine, they whispered and pointed, “Oh my, how sad.” “We must do something.” “This looks terribly bad.”
August 16, 2025 at 3:39 PM
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Those people sat back and lobbed limb scattering bombs, shot babies from hilltops, all day and all night, month after month, until nothing was right Hundreds of thousands, dead, maimed and starving wandering while holding, lockets of hair, photos of hope, memories once shared An entire society, destroyed in the blink of time’s eye Most of the leaders, wealthy and comfortable, whose tax money and weapons, responsible for horror, Webster’s genocide sat back, made excuses, even cheered the abuses…
August 16, 2025 at 3:39 PM
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They Called IT a War
(four parts)
They Called it a War They called it a war and made sure some people in khakis and masks, whose land and homes had been stolen for decades, one, two, three… four hundred and more Whose olive trees and water wells were chopped down and refilled Humans, Being, corralled between ancient fears, tall walls with big guns… and sea stretching wide They made sure those khakis and masks had money, shovels and weapons, but just a small bit, not enough to do more than lash out at greed… ancient delusion and pride Then, the people with guns on tall walls, with lots of money and weapons supplied by the wealthiest nations and people rare earth had ever begot… a most burdensome sigh
August 16, 2025 at 3:39 PM
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A greeting poem Hello, you flowing rivers, It is I, David, the bottom layer of snow on the highest of peaks Bottom layer on peaks soaring among mountain ranges, peaks struggling mere inches with each revolutionary turn, struggling to reach out into endless space, patient, somber peaks filled with stoic grace It is I, David, slowly melting under the bitter cold weight of billions of unique shapes insulating me, warming me, isolating me, Finally, releasing my inner soul to begin a long journey, a journey through rocky soil, under restless boulders, over mountainside, into secret caves Where my soul tries to hide but continues the ride to you, you flowing rivers I will bring my best love to you, you flowing rivers, for it is I, David, and I cannot wait to join, you on this rough magic, wild ride David Alan B ©2025
August 16, 2025 at 12:16 PM
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Big Leaves, short clip #2
Best Love, David
Full song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=1oo-...
July 28, 2025 at 5:08 PM
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Clip from: Big Leaves
YT: David Burgin
We will spend forever going back
gonna build a magic shack
in secret holler's big leaves
July 27, 2025 at 5:27 AM
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Fuh, Fuh, Fuh, Five, Five to Nuh, Nuh, Nuh, Nine, Nine
July 26, 2025 at 1:20 AM
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Bit of, Where the Beetle Lost Its Roll
Best Love, David
May 11, 2025 at 1:27 AM
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Did You Put Me in a Box
Had to chop off beginning instrumental to make it uploadable.
Best Love, David
April 22, 2025 at 6:40 PM