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free idea's picture
Joined: Aug 11 2008
back to the beginning

i'm going back
back to the beginning now
back before plastic
scourged the land

back before sticky wrap
back before handi-wipes
back before candy crap
back to the beginning
i'm gonna start again
cause it looks like where
we're heading
is not where
i want it to end

so i'm going back
back to the beginning now
before there were cars
and sunglasses
and neckties
back before digital
back before analog
back to where we're
just banging sticks
on rocks
making music
however we please

i'm going back
don't try to find me now
back before numbers on a dial
back before hands on a face
back before time
back to the beginning now
i'm gonna start again
check my math and
compass readings
to make sure
this is the trail
i want to be on now

back before new school
back before new wave
back before new age
back to the beginning now
maybe i'll just
never leave at all

free idea's picture
Joined: Aug 11 2008
taking me back home

oh that really takes me back
to 1979 and i'm at a party
with john steinbeck jr
and he's talking abuot buddhamind
and all the ladies are
rubbing and stroking on ginsberg
and its a little nauseating
so i wander out the back door
onto a balcony and sit down
on some concrete steps
to bemoan the follies of
fickle fame when out stomps
kesey and he's on a rant
pacing back and forth
on this baclony like he was
the pope or the leading general
of some deranged country
talking about my tai chi
teachers in glowing terms
jane and bataan that guy
was something else push
him to the ground and he'd
pop right back up like some
punching balloon clown. ahhhh.
and you know the whole time
he's talking to me and about me
asking questions and not
listening to the answers
just using them as his
platform to launch,
and then he'd pace
back and forth on the balcony
before me on the concrete
talking in the rhythm
of his walking and
i just sat listening
holding my breath
not knowing
where it was going
yeah that really
takes me back

JerseySchwartz's picture
Joined: Jun 5 2007
Jesus pulled pork sometimes a great notion for a free lunch

you can throw my shoes they crucify you barefoot
then Bar B Q and a movie on the shroud screen

Joined: Mar 12 2008
comes a time...

lyrics by Robert Hunter

Been walking all morning
Went walking all night
I can't see much difference
Between the dark and light
And I feel the wind
And I taste the rain
Never in my mind
To cause so much pain

From day to day
Just letting it ride
You get so far away
From how it feels inside
You can't let go
'Cause your afraid to fall
But the day may come
When you can't feel at all

Comes a time when the blind man takes your hand
Says "don't you see?'
Gotta make it somehow
On the dreams you still believe
Don't give it up
You got an empty cup
Only love can fill
Only love can fill

thanks for your help, it was fun

Good ol GD's picture
Joined: Feb 19 2008
The embers glowed softly,

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.

The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the
sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.

Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.

"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..

To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.

No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.

I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.

I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."

" So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."

JerseySchwartz's picture
Joined: Jun 5 2007
Citizen Forgive Fellow Citizen

Forgive them for all they're good at doesn't make money
Forgive them for they feel as someone else burden is heaviest
Forgive me for acting like I'll break voicing these chain dragging complaints
Forgive the squeaky complaint from the corner of the oil laden working day.

Citizen forgive those unable to embrace a most precious moment in life
Citizen forgive those in loss of compassion and patience waiting in line with unwarranted self importance
Citizen forgive those in the turning of the way went astray
Citizen forgive natural state of new money cruel as it is

Forgive Saudi Bush their attempt at constitutional disregard, voter fraud, lies and war profiteering
Forgive the opposition for offering only more oppression
Forgive the nationalist running on a war criminals' record
Forgive those who rival their belief systems construed with the image of their enemies mannerism

Citizen forgive them for giving up handling snakes for lent
Citizen forgive the tax stamped skull censorship in a sensory chip
Citizen forgive the Olive Garden for insulting the Nights of Columbus
Citizen forgive these dream filled eyes for believing too easily

Joined: Mar 12 2008
keep on dreaming

this was the first song I ever wrote, about 30 years ago when I was 16.

Float down the river
Look up at the stars
Climb the highest mountain
And find out who you are
Walk through the forest
Sail the deep blue sea
Open up you heart and let you spirit be free

Time waits for no one
But someone waits for time
Perched on a limb
They see their castles in the sky
I'd like to find a way
To make these dreams come true
But all I know is what we are
Is what we try and do, together

I've been around a long time now
And I can see what's going down
If it were up to me I'd change the world
All the things I'd like to see
Like love and peace and harmony
And a smile
For every boy and girl

Out on an island
Riding with the sun
Into eternity
The journey has begun
If were to make it
On this earth
That we all share
Protect the wilderness
The oceans and the air

Joined: Mar 12 2008
deep thoughts

Blah bliggitty blah
Ooh ooh ahh
Shish boom bah
Ha ha ha

free idea's picture
Joined: Aug 11 2008
come home to Love

come home to Love
where ever you may stray
when the hallways shrink
and darken with shadow
come home to Love
if they rip your ticket
and say wait over here
but you see your ship
is leaving
come home to Love
when you moved away
it seemed okay
you wanted to make it
on your own
show you could really
take it
and if you've found
the treasure
you were after
then stand up tall
and hold your ground
for when the wind blows
the fools away
we'll see who is
still standing
talking normally
come home to Love
remember how the
first two piggie
houses blew away
in the wind
but that brick
shithouse still stands
come home to Love
while you still can
time's a wasting
did you listen to
the words of the songs
that you were playing?
come home to Love
where it's always like
you never left

free idea's picture
Joined: Aug 11 2008

when me desires turned to expectations
they took wings like griffins
and derailed my loco-motive
I wish I had a known about that
before it started to rain
Hey pull your head in
out of the wind
It's really starting to
Pull your blanket in
tighter around you
And move closer to
the fire
I'll tell you a
One that will really
take you higher
Cause we're gonna climb
that hill
Sooner or later
We'll scale it like fish
And laugh when we get
to the top
And keep right on going
We're never gonna stop
Throw another log
on the fire
You're really gonna
like where I'm going
on this
You can leave all your stuff
over there
You won't need it where you're
Empty of all
hopes and dreams
But full of what
I cannot speak
There is only
Let it flow
All over you
Where the goosebumps
Run like crazy fools
Over your senses
And you forget
where you were going
What was I here to get?
What was the last thing
that I just thought?
It's all shredding
out there behind me
like tattered clothes
Oh yeah, that story
about the pilgrim
Standing in the barn door
in the rain
Yeah, pull your head in
out of the wind
It's really starting to


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