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Fabian's Site http://nickbunny.multiply.com/ <embed allowscriptaccess="never" name="widget" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" width="340" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allownetworking="internal" enablejavascript="false" quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-183DE488.jpeg&c1=&i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_45782961.jpeg&c2=&i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1AF73F11.jpeg&c3=&i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_25B7649E.jpeg&c4=&i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7C115110.jpeg&c5=&i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3A16A102.jpeg&c6=&i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-2ED3857.jpeg&c7=&i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_2692B874.jpeg&c8=&i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7BA2BE9F.jpeg&c9=&i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5DE3B624.jpeg&c10=&i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-32FDF9D5.jpeg&c11=&i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-4DC575A6.jpeg&c12=&i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_5C1B12D6.jpeg&c13=&bgcolor=##000000&habitslabel=HIGH%20TIME%20ROLLER&moodlabel=DREAMER&funlabel=ESCAPE%20ARTIST&lovelabel=LOVE%20BUG&userhome=http://friends.imagini.net/nickbunny">  <div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px;BORDER-TOP: rgb(150,150,150) 1px solid;MARGIN-TOP: 0px;PADDING-LEFT: 0px;FONT-SIZE: 11px;PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px;WIDTH: 340px;PADDING-TOP: 5px;FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;HEIGHT: 25px;BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);TEXT-ALIGN: center;"><a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);" href="http://friends.imagini.net/nickbunny">Read my VisualDNA</a>™     <a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);" href="http://imagini.net/">Get your own VisualDNA™</a></div> <a href="http://www.girly-tags.net/"><img src="http://off1.picsrc.net/images/girly/honorInMemory/honorInMemory26.jpg" border="0"></a> <a href="http://www.girly-tags.net/">Girly Comments & Graphics</a> For the troops. And my dad who was a WWII veteran.<a title="Cool MySpace Graphics at BlingCheese.com" href="http://www.blingcheese.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="MySpace Graphics" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s235/revmyspace2/graphics/love/animals/00304074sigoflxztd.gif" border="0"></a> <a href="http://www.blingcheese.com/" target="_blank">MySpace Graphics</a> & <a href="http://www.revolutionmyspace.com/" target="_blank">MySpace Codes</a><a title="Cool MySpace Graphics at BlingCheese.com" href="http://www.blingcheese.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="MySpace Graphics" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s235/revmyspace2/graphics/greetings/welcome/100.gif" border="0"></a> <a href="http://www.blingcheese.com/" target="_blank">MySpace Comments</a> & <a href="http://www.revolutionmyspace.com/" target="_blank">MySpace Layouts< ></a>  <div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #cbcbcb 1px solid;PADDING-RIGHT: 6px;BORDER-TOP: #cbcbcb 1px solid;PADDING-LEFT: 6px;BACKGROUND: #ffffff;PADDING-BOTTOM: 6px;BORDER-LEFT: #cbcbcb 1px solid;WIDTH: 250px;PADDING-TOP: 6px;BORDER-BOTTOM: #cbcbcb 1px solid;">  <table cellpadding="2" width="100%">  <tbody>  <tr>  <td valign="top" width="60"><a href="http://www.writerscafe.org/writers/Chelsea%20Franklin/"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #cbcbcb 1px solid;PADDING-RIGHT: 4px;BORDER-TOP: #cbcbcb 1px solid;PADDING-LEFT: 4px;PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px;BORDER-LEFT: #cbcbcb 1px solid;PADDING-TOP: 4px;BORDER-BOTTOM: #cbcbcb 1px solid;" alt="" src="http://www.writerscafe.org/uploads/avatars/tiny/43593300-1185382408.jpg" align="absMiddle" border="0"></a></td>  <td><a href="http://www.writerscafe.org/writers/Chelsea%20Franklin/">Fabian G. Franklin</a> Read My Writing at WritersCafe.org </td></tr></tbody></table></div><a title="Cool MySpace Graphics at BlingCheese.com" href="http://www.blingcheese.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="MySpace Graphics" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s235/revmyspace2/graphics/entertain/movies/movie-pirates-extended.jpg" border="0"></a> <a href="http://www.blingcheese.com/" target="_blank">MySpace Graphics</a> & <a href="http://www.revolutionmyspace.com/" target="_blank">MySpace Codes</a><a href="http://www.blingcheese.com/" target="_blank"><img title="MySpace Comments" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s235/revmyspace2/graphics/Girly/Inspiration/inspiration_a0b4805cec2eu.gif" border="0"></a> <a href="http://www.blingcheese.com/" target="_blank">MySpace Graphics</a> & <a href="http://www.revolutionmyspace.com/" target="_blank">MySpace Layouts</a>  <a href="http://www.blingcheese.com/" target="_blank"><img title="MySpace Comments" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s235/revmyspace2/graphics/Girly/Inspiration/inspiration_d3e36a2b322ft.jpg" border="0"></a> <a href="http://www.blingcheese.com/" target="_blank">MySpace Graphics</a> & <a href="http://www.revolutionmyspace.com/" target="_blank">MySpace Layouts</a>   Tue, 22 Jul 2008 15:13:04 -0000 Tue, 22 Jul 2008 09:18:39 -0000 Fabian's Site http://images.nickbunny.multiply.com/logo http://nickbunny.multiply.com 100 100 Natalie Merchant - Wonder http://nickbunny.multiply.com/video/item/125/Natalie_Merchant_-_Wonder Tue, 22 Jul 2008 09:18:39 -0000 Worms <img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.nickbunny.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SIWPYAoKCs4AACTGAxE1/worms.jpg?et=BL9REj2OA%2CWSn5jjP%2BFU7A&nmid=0" border="0">I went a' fishing for the truth and I took along some worms I'd been a' digging since my youth I'll tell you what I've learned   You can get hooked on theology if you do not have a float the bottom's full of history guaranteed to rock the boat   Snags and branches of every sort lie scattered all around fallen trees of worrywarts where truth is seldom found   A poet's heart is a lightning rod that draws the fire and heat of dreaming demons and nameless gods where land and water meet   Learn to tackle the toughest questions by study, grace and skill You will find the greatest lessons are all unanswered still   But there are answers deep within the chambers of the heart that do not yield to lines of sin This fishing is an art   Set the hook and reel in slow Have the patience to wait No answers lie in books I know not open to debate   Never one to accept a fact on someone else's terms But I shall think before I act and not forget my worms http://nickbunny.multiply.com/journal/item/32/Worms Tue, 22 Jul 2008 07:42:41 -0000 Harry Chapin--Taxi http://nickbunny.multiply.com/video/item/123/Harry_Chapin--Taxi Tue, 22 Jul 2008 07:26:05 -0000 I Wept <img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.nickbunny.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SIDbqwoKCs4AAGUUdS81/281689476.jpg?et=%2BV%2BVyNd5fk3v7Jo7vQRr1A&nmid=0" border="0">Morning whispers your name in dreams. Small stars flee before the sun. Singing birds awake to greet the dawn. Alone, I face the day that comes. Where are you, my green-eyed love?... In some fair valley 'neath a willow tree? As the sun shines and the willow casts shade in that cool glade, pray, think of me. If death's cold grip should still my heart it would not nearly be enough to make my spirit forget that star shining nightly, brightly, with my love. You are my bright and shining star indeed. I could not count your charms. And though I love you from afar I need, I long to hold you in my arms. The waking day may soon forget the dreams that visited as I slept Tears on a pillow,  moist regret beneath your willow, only know, I wept. http://nickbunny.multiply.com/journal/item/31/I_Wept Fri, 18 Jul 2008 18:06:42 -0000 Sawyer Brown - (This Thing Called) Wantin' And Havin' It All Here's a special http://nickbunny.multiply.com/video/item/122/Sawyer_Brown_-_This_Thing_Called_Wantin_And_Havin_It_All Sat, 12 Jul 2008 12:55:53 -0000 Flight of the Conchords- Issues (Think About It) http://nickbunny.multiply.com/video/item/120/Flight_of_the_Conchords-_Issues_Think_About_It Tue, 8 Jul 2008 08:33:51 -0000 The Magnificent Seven My tribute to The Magnificent Seven http://nickbunny.multiply.com/video/item/119/The_Magnificent_Seven Fri, 4 Jul 2008 06:40:57 -0000 John Prine : Angel From Montgomery http://nickbunny.multiply.com/video/item/118/John_Prine_Angel_From_Montgomery Sat, 28 Jun 2008 17:31:53 -0000 The Long Path Home. Two paths lead to this spot near the creek One, straight, directly to my backyard The other winds like a summer blacksnake through the wood past moss and hollow logs   The scent of jasmine and honeysuckle drifts through the laurel and mimosa, mixes with the damp rotting of leaves so subtle to form a rich musk, heady and ever closer   A groundhog stretches up shoulders high Out of the grassy vegetation And watches me as I pass by a rusted sign reads "No Trespassing"   Near the edge of the field, chipmunks and rabbits play An owl hoots out his mournful note of question The sky is streaked with shards of the dying day; crimson red splinters of broken perfection   All along the creekbank, treefrogs chirp an evening song As darkness comes in robes of midnight mink By the light of a golden orb, I take the long path home from the spring where moonlight does will come to drink<img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.nickbunny.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SGWBvQoKCs4AAA0lkaY1/463825568.jpg?et=DDIEnzkMCJgCu7Bj063v%2Bw&nmid=0" border="0"> http://nickbunny.multiply.com/journal/item/30/The_Long_Path_Home. Sat, 28 Jun 2008 00:11:48 -0000 Summer Fruit <img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.nickbunny.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SF-0@QoKCs4AAAx1JlE1/2.jpg?et=rcqjbdK6oc0OmA2Jfn8R6Q&nmid=0" border="0">The curve of a woman's hip, the full swell of her breasts stretching the fabric of her bikini. The curl of an ocean wave, the sphere of the sun by day, the orb of the moon against a sultry sky burning memories into the mind at night. Cantelopes and watermelons, Oranges at breakfast with toast Apples of the eye, red as ripe strawberries A slice of cherry pie with vanilla ice cream Round, ripe fruits of summer when everything seems possible and every sun drenched tourist sleeps to dream. http://nickbunny.multiply.com/journal/item/29/Summer_Fruit Mon, 23 Jun 2008 19:09:51 -0000 Dirt Band - An American dream my dream http://nickbunny.multiply.com/video/item/117/Dirt_Band_-_An_American_dream Mon, 23 Jun 2008 02:18:22 -0000 Railroad Earth - "Head" New Jersey mountain http://nickbunny.multiply.com/video/item/116/Railroad_Earth_-_Head Sat, 21 Jun 2008 23:55:01 -0000 big yellow taxi - joni mitchell in concert 1970 big yellow taxi joni mitchell in concert 1970. http://nickbunny.multiply.com/video/item/115/big_yellow_taxi_-_joni_mitchell_in_concert_1970 Thu, 19 Jun 2008 07:32:58 -0000 Hand Me Down Life <a href="http://nickbunny.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFlMNwoKCs4AABUtCpM1"><img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.nickbunny.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFlMNwoKCs4AABUtCpM1/Picture%20019.jpg?et=a8Bhxso6lecQRr%2CHnwqTYQ&nmid=0" border="0"></a>They are the people who talk about your life because they have no life to call their own; a second hand husband, a third hand wife; a dog without its lost and buried bone.   Their tastes are vicarious, they have no style, no personality for character flaws. They wear a hilarious plastic smile with all the sincerity of painted walls.   So pragmatic; they assume themselves, they utterly lack inspiration. The faults of others they love to tell at the slightest hint of invitation.   They are catalysts of confusion; drama kings and queens of pain. Their pity party is all illusion, with a wormy apple for a brain.   Gossipers, backbiters, judgemental fiends, all of them sit in the very front pew. The people beside them are not their friends. They only came to hear more about you.   Its not identity theft but deprecation. It's your wrong doing they're after. You are the topic of their conversation, the pawn of disbelief and laughter. &nbsp... http://nickbunny.multiply.com/journal/item/28/Hand_Me_Down_Life Wed, 18 Jun 2008 17:56:15 -0000 Sunburn <img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.nickbunny.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFPpEQoKCs4AAFk33YU1/399805989.jpg?et=ouhj9D%2CaS3MKZDLNo5At%2Bg&nmid=0" border="0">The smell of sweat and sunshine lingers beneath that of fresh cut grass. The man on the radio says, "Its a hot one, so stay inside today." The lawnmower sputters dead, the thing is clearly out of gas. I guess its the poet in me that sees the metaphor along the way.   All winter, I was trapped inside because, "Its cold out there, be sure and bundle up." There's only so much coffee and herbal tea one man can drink but I resist the urge for whiskey and instead have another cup. These morning hours spent working in the yard are time to think.   I've measured my life to the change of seasons, winter, spring, summer. fall and the work these calloused hands and aching back achieved; listened to the deejay give me oh, so many reasons, why I should not enjoy them all; a conspiracy to keep me from enjoying life, if only I'd believed.   But instead I decided to live my life wide open; the same way I run the mower; burning up my fuel on cuttin... http://nickbunny.multiply.com/journal/item/27/Sunburn Sat, 14 Jun 2008 15:51:51 -0000 Nickel Creek - A Lighthouse's Tale Nickel Creek - A Lighthouse's Tale, Simply tragic and http://nickbunny.multiply.com/video/item/109/Nickel_Creek_-_A_Lighthouses_Tale Sun, 8 Jun 2008 03:27:59 -0000 George Jones' Who's Gonna Fill Their Shoes American Country Music http://nickbunny.multiply.com/video/item/107/George_Jones_Whos_Gonna_Fill_Their_Shoes Wed, 4 Jun 2008 09:10:10 -0000 The Beatles - In My Life In My Life Video http://nickbunny.multiply.com/video/item/106/The_Beatles_-_In_My_Life Wed, 4 Jun 2008 08:11:50 -0000 The Rip Chords - Hey Little Cobra Rated No. 43 by Billboard for 1964 Catch this, my sweet little http://nickbunny.multiply.com/video/item/105/The_Rip_Chords_-_Hey_Little_Cobra Mon, 2 Jun 2008 19:55:21 -0000 Words <img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.nickbunny.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SEK1pgoKCs4AACCnEdI1/4181898184.jpg?et=lhRHfMlpZW8xtNKS9Eqq8w&nmid=0" border="0">The orange ball of the sun burned into the shadowy mountain mist. The fog surrounding the dark pinnacled pines shifted, uneasy. I have seen the lighted fires on the ocean's distant waves wax and wane thus. It is like the glow of charcoal embers seekng breath to catch flame. My mind wanders and remembers; a tiny infant's grasp around my finger, a little puppy snuggled against my cheek on the pillow, the broken sadness in my father's hazel eyes. I can see the face of my best friend and feel his hand upon my shoulder. But now, how many years has it been? He is gone and I am slowly growing older. At noon, the day is clear and bright but I am full of dreams. Far away beaches with swaying palm trees beckon from snow white sands. Rainbow trout are jumping in the swift current of cold clear streams. But I am carried by thoughts and memories far from where I am. I feel the pain of lost love like an arrow through my heart. It is a shifting glacier of ice drifting cold to the pit of my stoma... http://nickbunny.multiply.com/journal/item/26/Words Sun, 1 Jun 2008 14:43:56 -0000 Hello <img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.nickbunny.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SDmjtgoKCs4AAFZLLn81/546028644.jpg?et=VKsxbC%2B4Ba5Ma%2C%2BwP3eVBA&nmid=0" border="0">Hello from the wandering hills of the universe where the striped stars and meteors blaze and the painted crescent moons hang like windchimes in the night. Hello from the iceland forests where the frosty north cuts jagged jawed into the earth and the brittle bones of men ache. Hello from the burning sands of foreign lands where scorpions with spiny cacti grow. Hello from lush, tropical jungles swept in rain. Hello from a home of friendly skies, apple pies and ice cream where every dream is waiting to come true. To every soldier, hello and hurry home when your job is done, until then, we remember you. http://nickbunny.multiply.com/journal/item/25/Hello Sun, 25 May 2008 17:37:00 -0000 Johnny Reb-Johnny Horton 1959 http://nickbunny.multiply.com/video/item/96/Johnny_Reb-Johnny_Horton_1959 Fri, 23 May 2008 16:39:46 -0000 Hoyt Axton Good Ole Rebel http://nickbunny.multiply.com/video/item/95/Hoyt_Axton_Good_Ole_Rebel Wed, 21 May 2008 08:35:34 -0000 Saving Serenity <A href="http://nickbunny.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SDG9EgoKCs4AAA1Reck1"><IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.nickbunny.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SDG9EgoKCs4AAA1Reck1/serenity.jpg?et=Rk2B7wSZrD8zX0cWhn5ouA&nmid=" border=0></A>Thirteen generations since the mighty sea monster came; poisoned the prince, devoured the queen and left the old king lame. He left behind his dragon's riddle with a rhyme of prophecy. And thus, he spoke by the castle mote for all to hear and see.   "Savage heart may not be slain except by the blood of Serenity. Thirteen generations hence on the full moon I return. A maiden then of thirteen years I will require of thee. If she is not willing, then her father's house must burn."   Down through the generations, an alter was built at the place where the lovely queen had lost her life, much to the king's disgrace And the story was told of the dragon's words among the sages and seers. Magicians plotted a righteous revenge down through the waiting years.   The alter and temple, long fell away, where took place the royal slaughter, tonight, there by the light of the moon lay the brave king's only daughter She offers herself, a sacrifice, upon the moonlit, midnigh... http://nickbunny.multiply.com/journal/item/24/Saving_Serenity Mon, 19 May 2008 17:47:07 -0000 Rita Hayworth jumps in the line http://nickbunny.multiply.com/video/item/91/Rita_Hayworth_jumps_in_the_line Sat, 17 May 2008 11:36:24 -0000 Lost What a waste my life has been; dreaming a poet's dreams while dancing with death. What is life anyway but a dream in the mind of a tired and sleeping God? I know that Percy said I should not mourn for Adonis but truly, I do. Donne said that death should not be proud. Proud is an idiotic way to die. And Vincent, my swirling mad genious, I hear your voice from the other side. Caravaggio is there, drunk, waving his sword claiming his knighthood they took away. I see Jesus calling Matthew. It is ironic that the greatest masterpiece sailed away while the painter followed on foot across the desert only to die in the sand of a foreign hateful land. I suppose the fellow he killed near Rome had a laugh in his grave at that. Papa, when you blew your brains out, did it hurt much? Did you take one last long look at the sea and smoke one final fine cigar? You gave us A Farewell to Arms and The Sun Also Rises. Will it set just as beautiful on that distant shore? Hey Jack, can you believe s... http://nickbunny.multiply.com/journal/item/23/Lost Fri, 16 May 2008 21:23:17 -0000