Grateful Dead
If you've felt it, then you do not know love. If you've known it then you do not know love. If you've dreamt it then you do not know love. The state of my being is not love, it is not anything, for I am existing in a state of being, surrounded by these ideals. The animals know of love, for they surround each other, and protect their own. As humans, we are not capable of love, not until our dying days, when we are holding the hand of the person that we've spent our lives with, man or woman, can we understand what it is like to truly love someone. The sky holds the knowledge, the clouds hold the rain, the rain holds life, and with life comes love. You cannot teach or learn love. Relationships are prisons, one trapped within the other. Only when the birds are free to roam the sky's and sing their songs will they be happy, the feathers will fall to the earth where they will return, singing their love songs to each other to find a mate, to find the bird with the most attractive colors, the beautiful voice, the one with the alluring dance. I am a crow. I am black, I have seen death, I have seen life, my call is ruthless, yet I have no hope for love - I will return my feathers to the earth, when the earth will also be black, with my heart, and I will rejoice in the song of the winds, bringing me back home, to be reborn into a phoenix with an ember in my heart, a spark, a flame, in hopes to one day hear a song sung for me, until that day, I will fly through the ash with my black feathers, hoping to hear the words again ~ Love
My girlfriend does this thing where
she bites her own tongue, and hard
which results in her jaw
......................................dropping and jutting forward.
......................................This radical countenance shift
......................................is commonly accompanied by
......................................a sonic phenomena that mixes
......................................the onset of a grunt with
......................................the departure of a squeal.
......................................It's the happiest sound I know, so
I call the whole thing her monkey face.
A few days ago I did a bad thing.
We were talking about her monkey face
when I added an adjective—ugly—
which I promptly revised into distorted
but she's pretty quick about these things.
After she nailed me for the lingual slip
we laughed about it, which was good
since we had both been ready an hour
before to call an end to the relationship.
We had forgotten for a time how to listen.
Over the next several days I considered
the inquietude of modifiers and realized
I never got to finish: "when compared to
conventional notions of truth and beauty."
But these are culture bound contradictions;
I get to experience Aeden's love unchained.
Her feral ferocity incites my primate primal;
her monkey face the most beautiful I know.
Intense sunlight
streaming through
a bulb of red nectar
reacts laser-like with the
thrumming green wings of
a hummingbird about to dine.
But is this moment manufactured?
Andy, it's been a while?
When it's perfect
Perfectly perfect
Perfectly perfectly clear
That's how I know
I can trust it;
When it's perfect
Perfectly perfect,
That's how I know it is
You;
And I open up the door.
Stand up tall, and
Let it all go
By.
Take a stand
Make a stand
And hold your ground.
Spiritual warrior
In a war in which
You have no part
But impartial observer.
For no reason, do Love,
for there is
no reason
to Love.
Now it is perfect
Perfectly perfect
Perfectly perfectly clear
Time to relax
It is in good hands
The rule of Love
has cut a path
shown a way
endured,
when all else fell away.
It's the perfect
The perfectly perfect
The perfectly perfectly clear
Which is all that remains.
It's perfect
It's perfectly perfect
It's perfectly perfectly clear
No more doors or walls
or celings or floors
It's perfectly clear
We are all
brothers and sisters
from here.
Bob Marley
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, don't give up the fight
Preacher man don't tell me
Heaven is under the earth
I know you don't know
What life is really worth
It's not all that glitters is gold
Half the story has never been told
So now you see the light
Stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, don't give up the fight
Most people think
Great good will come from the skies
Take away everything
And make everybody feel high
But if you know what life is worth
You would look for yours on earth
And now you've seen the light
You stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up (yeah, yeah)
Stand up for your rights (oh)
Get up, stand up (get up stand up)
Don't give up the fight (life is your right)
Get up stand up (so we can't give up the fight)
Stand up for your right (lord lord)
Get up, stand up (people struggling on)
Don't give up the fight (yeah)
We're sick and tired of your ism-schism game
To die and go to heaven in Jesus' name
We know and understand
Almighty God is a living man
You can fool some people sometimes
But you can't fool all the people all the time
And now we've seen the light (What you gonna do)
We gonna stand up for our rights
Get up, stand up
Stand up for you rights
Get up, stand up
Stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up
Stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up
Don't give up the fight
The deconstruction
Of the human personality
Rarely feels pleasant
But it does
Reveal character.
She takes her sun dress
Down to the tailor.
I see no difference
Between success and failure.
If I have managed to elude
The necessity to win or lose
It's because I choose;
To;
Pick up my pencil and draw
Pay no attention to the obvious flaws;
Or you may miss the line
That reveals
The grand design.
A 3d mandala in motion,
Consisting of harmony
Forever maintained
There is no right place
For this emotion
I'll just end up
Swallowing it again.
Whether I pour
Paint in the fountain, or glue;
It all still comes up right,
In a gusher of light,
Sun splattered;
Me & you.
Slick Willie and Cowboy Jim
7/28/11
Well Slick Willie and Cowboy Jim
They crossed roads one day
Ducking the wind
The city slicker and the good ol' redneck
They broke out the cards and they
Shuffled the deck
Cowboy cut and Willie dealt out a hand
Cowboy Jim was quick to
Take command
He raised the pot and said
I'll take three
Before I put you out of your misery
Willie smiled and said
If you please
He had a pair of Jacks and one up his sleeve
He raised the pot again and
Just took two
Said: "Hey Cowboy, it's up to you."
chorus:
Let the games begin
And don't let cheating hearts lead you to sin
Just play your daily hand
And let each day make you a better man
Now Cowboy bluffed the first time around
Cause he's been hopin' for a
Big night on the town
But now he's sittin' with a pair of Queens
And thinkin' that he might
Just lose his dream
But then he gambled and said: "I'm all in"
Go big or go home
I'm here to win
Cause life can change in the blink of an eye
And leave you wishin' for
The things you can't buy
Now Jim's "all in" is chump change to Willie
He thought that country boy was
Just actin' silly
But at the moment he reached for his sleeve
The wind picked up and he
Let out a sneeze
And when the dust cleared he looked on the ground
For the third Jack the Cowboy
Had found
Cowboy said: "I'll give you three steps to run"
Before I break out my
Fancy six-gun
And drop that cash while you run if you please
Or I'll put bullets into
Both your knees
Let the games begin
And don't let cheatin' hearts lead you to sin
Just play your daily hand
And let each day make you a better man
this happpened, Hope it's not too bad.
Mr. Hyde
You consume me
You illume me
But Lord knows it ain't right what you're doing to me
I want to laugh
I want to dance
I want to hold you in my arms and make romance
What's that you say ?
It's not the same ?
Did you think that this was just a game ?
Guess all those things
That you said
Were just more lies so I would be miss-led
chorus
But I'll keep holding on
Even though I know you're gone
And just a memory to me now
And someday I will love again
Someday I will find a friend
To heal the heart that you cut out
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Hey now,
Happy 10-19-1974 !!!
Can someone please post the poem about the Dead at winterland.....it was over one of the pictures of the October '74 run at Winterland in the book, The Official Book of the Deadheads........
Its a great little poem........
Thanks,
Chris