<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=482867" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>This Perfect Beach</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Happy energy, human energy, lingers in<br>the air around the Eastern American Coast<br>a small beach wedding - black folks - <br>I witnessed today - sunny, partly<br> cloudy, April 28th,2012.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fizzy cool splish of ocean waves<br>on the shore give auditory illusion<br>of Coca-cola; of leaves blowing on wise<br>old trees; Stare at the secret, <br>gray-blue ocean<br>-Quantum universe Truth is revealed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd like to die peacefully at the beach, <br>probably around the age 66-67ish<br>-the perfect death for anyone...high <br>on opiate; slow, contemplative <br>breaths; Serene, and surrounded<br>by loved ones...and with the feeling<br>that one's mission is over.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nathan Capps, my friend, off in the city -<br>thanks for Dharma Bums. Nathan, i dreampt <br>of you last night (we were hopping trains?) <br>while I was nodding off on Roxi, Percs, Beer, <br>Benadryl, Xanax, Melatonin...<br>How did I wake up this morning? Did I<br>really? Is this perfect<br>beach a Death Dream? ? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stare at the handwriting on the page: <br>don't blink - it's just skwiggles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each Hypnotic wave's echo over<br>the expanse of the coast<br>is a lullaby. Each wave makes it's<br>individual, original Sound<br>and slips into the past...<br>- birds painting themselves<br>across the great afternoon April<br>sky - - Billions of beautiful details<br>in each beach moment<br>all decaying into the future along<br>with my towel, beach chair, guitar, <br>notebook, and Self.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We walk through the mystery of life, <br>some of us tortured; some of us with <br>saltwater and sand matted on our <br>golden-tanned legs; and some of us<br>are forgotten, utterly desolate, fading<br>into the fog of...into the fog of...into<br>the fog of...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(April 28th,2012 - 5: 35 p.m.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ray+Quesada">Ray Quesada</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=482867" data-title="This Perfect Beach de Ray Quesada" data-description="Happy energy, human energy, lingers in the air around the Eastern American Coast a small beach wedding - black folks - I witnessed today - sunny, partly cloudy, April 28th,2012. The fizzy cool splish of ocean waves on the shore give auditory il..."></div> </div> </div>

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