{"id":754,"date":"2006-11-03T15:28:45","date_gmt":"2006-11-03T21:28:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/wordpress\/writing\/1991\/11-18-91-one-more-week\/"},"modified":"2006-11-03T15:28:45","modified_gmt":"2006-11-03T21:28:45","slug":"11-18-91-one-more-week","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/?page_id=754","title":{"rendered":"11-18-91 One More Week !!!"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"fb_share_1\" style=\"clear:left; float: left; margin-right: 10px; margin-top:10px;;width: 55px;\" name=\"fb_share\"><div id=\"fb-root\"><\/div><script src=\"http:\/\/connect.facebook.net\/en_US\/all.js#appId=125029517579627&amp;xfbml=1\"><\/script><fb:like href=\"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/?page_id=754\" send=\"false\" layout=\"box_count\" width=\"55\" show_faces=\"false\" font=\"arial\"><\/fb:like><\/div><p>Bali<\/p>\n<p>In a handful of hours<br \/>\nMy visa in paradise expires<br \/>\nAnd what I&#8217;ll be losing<br \/>\nCan not negate what I&#8217;ve gained<br \/>\nThat what is not captured in photos<br \/>\nOr packed deftly in bloated bags<br \/>\nIs the treasure I carry<br \/>\nUndeclared and unbound.<\/p>\n<p>It came from the quietest of villages<br \/>\nThe smallest of words<br \/>\nThe biggest of ideas<br \/>\nThe commonest of dogs<br \/>\nWhere an instrument has a spirit respected<br \/>\nFirst and fifth sons from all families<br \/>\nProudly share the same name<\/p>\n<p>Where Faust and Peer took my hand<br \/>\nOn an afternoon without time<br \/>\nShowed me off the grounds quietly<br \/>\nBrought me back with a nod,<br \/>\nCurling smoke &#8217;round my head;<\/p>\n<p>Where a river waited to be entered<br \/>\nAbsorbed and accepted<br \/>\nWhere life has a heart rate that matches the rapids<br \/>\nAnd God&#8217;s touch is visible because you&#8217;re willing to see.<\/p>\n<p>Life for a man who comes from my place<br \/>\nWhere dreams are revised and have the same ending<br \/>\nSyndicated,translated to pull in the strays<br \/>\nGoes by on a watch strap if no warning is heeded<br \/>\nNagging feelings and clues from hearts weary and gray<br \/>\nWhat tragic myth may I have mirrored<br \/>\nWithout black sand and books<br \/>\nFor without paradise,hell loses it&#8217;s sting<br \/>\nAnd without understanding,life loses true meaning.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Bali In a handful of hours My visa in paradise expires And what I&#8217;ll be losing Can not negate what I&#8217;ve gained That what is not captured in photos Or packed deftly in bloated bags Is the treasure I carry Undeclared and unbound. It came from the quietest of villages The smallest of words The [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":724,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"_mi_skip_tracking":false,"spay_email":""},"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/PeNcU-ca","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/754"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=754"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/754\/revisions"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/724"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=754"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}