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    This goes out to JerseySchwartz- I hear ya!!
    I thank all of you who have posted on this forum. It's great to see all the flowers of creativity. Interstate Samhain Blues The rolling view from the car window mimicks the clicking of an antiquated sixteen millimeter motion picture movie projector. It's playing a bizarre B-rated horror flick dreamed up by a weaning neophyte from the jack-o-lantern's teat. An all saints chorus of cirrus and sun sprays Segrada Familia magentas of flame that melts the crystalline vapor of an Itascan morning flowing into the Mother American river. [yes, I know. It's a road song like BTW :)] The barren cornmeal soil forgotten by the harvest, yet familiar to summer's ghosts expose tricks and treats to the hard pressed rock candy, salt water taffy of the earth. They're wearing yesterday's masks, hiding in homes all saccharin bloated on waxy candy corn dreams, and trying to atone for the sins loaded with artificial colors of red, white and blue. Yellow dye no. 5 stains the road east with it's jaundice justice. The second half of electricity's sigh is the pentagram spokesman, a skilled vetriloquist of warfare might. America has become a puppeteer who's lost control of the marionette, a Potomac Pinocchio of Bush, Cheney, Powell, Rumsfeld and Rice. (poem c. 2005) Yellow dye no. 5 stains the road east with it's callous cowardice. An alternating current of citizen thought should mold marzipan martyrs from America's backwaters. If not, the blistered sun will be eclipsed in crude blackness, bloodened with a viscosity similar to the caramel upon the golden apple that hides the razor blade we all must swallow. The eye of the hawk performs helixes on the heartland horizon. It zeros-in on the military snake bleeding from the apple's blade and soaking in Eden's perpetual rain. Lazarus is walking, adorned with bandages to cover Hades' transgressions and the lacerations of Cerberus' rage. Lazarus is talking of a reversal in fortune. In three days we'll be dead, sans ascension. The desert storm troopers are painting their own Hieronymus Bosch imitation. "War on!", is an erroneous Bush insinuation. Soldier sacrifice bloats the U.S. economy with artificial colors of truth, might and heady delusions of prosperity that even Mark Twain coudn't fathom. Hannibal waits with elephant bombs to whitewash our faces and brainwash our Huckleberry dreams of lollipop rivers and Pollyanna prairies. The American dream is an illusion of exclusion from the rest of the world. Globilization is the world's affliction of the American predatory zombie engulfing anything with a pulse. The sarcophogus is empty, so the indigenous shamans are concocting potions of protection from the top-of-the-food chain mummy who believes wisdom is in the brain. Bottlenecked in Coca-Cola corporations our cheetah capitalism is on a sorghum grass safari, soon to climb a tree and die a slow, molasses death. The technological spider has spun it's web and forgotten about the agrarian barn that's shelters it's lattice haunt. The road reels on, and as I exit the heartland passed the Arch and the river Styx, I see Charon's ferry churning south. The sign reads 'no vacancy'. All is ready to engorge the Mardi Gras meat of debauchery and sin. I shiver my last polar chill and feel the chemotherapy fever of the ever closer latitude of cancer. The tropics warm with leucocytic power. A hurricane is no longer just a drink you order in the French Quarter. Mother Nature's archery rivals that of the new rising Orion. I cover my eyes. The veil is too thin. The dependence upon Earth's black death, and the subsequent wars to establish pallbearer status, has made the corpse bride of the widwower soldier all to familiar with her own death. When her man comes home as a letter shroud in the army lieutenants' words of solace, describing her as a newborn daughter of America, she touches her belly knowing more than he says. The Liberty Bell's crack is the cause of it's own ineffectiveness. Our Graceland is no longer a new frontier of mountains and valleys carved of glacial melt and thrusting magma. We have exhausted the wilderness paradise. It rivals the ruin of ancient Memphis, choked with barbed wire fences and bled dry with concrete needles that replace Earth's plasma with embalming fluid of unknown consequences. Until our streams of consciousness can set new courses toward oceanic thoughts with tsunami magnitudes, we'll be stuck on the Land Between the Lakes surrounding doldrum marshes of methane, peat and rotting carcasses. Our media heroes and technological warriors are dressed in camouflage and performing marches for the lofty feats that democracy promises. The tug of war of the two-headed snake, in lands of asbestos dust, suffocates tolerance like a creeping radon death. America's AC/DC, worldwide, iridescent glow sits in a spinning limbo, like the dark side of the moon, when viewed from Olympus Mons. Shadowed in the harvest moon, pumpkin-hued light, a feared new Tartarus, just a part of our collective consciousness and a synaptic firing of the new world brain reaches Mars upon Mercury's wings. On the war planet of the celestial pantheon, A false idolotry of a mysterious god suffices alien criterion and a new, foreign religion is born, adding to the hodge-podge of public opinion. Alas, my metaphoric muse just makes me another minion of our current controversy, another Mary Shelly fantasy reiterating the spiral energy of life immemorial. The saints and souls wearing masks of science and ritual or mystery and chaos are singing the same chant from behind the veil of Cronus and Christ. They're dethroning the old with knowing grace, celebrating the monarch of chrysalis faith and dancing a jig of universal taste. As the clock strikes midnight on a new day, month, year and century our ancestors are urging us to plant a golden apple tree worthy of Atalanta's ruse by Aphrodite. *I know it's a bit long, but I hope you all enjoyed it. ......And there were days I know when all we ever wanted was to learn and love and grow.
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    I hate you more than I hate my enemiesI hate you more than I hate my opponents I hate you more than I hate my adversary I hate you more than I hate my rivals I HATE YOU BUT..... WHY I STILL LOVE YOU? ________ :- )
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    I looked at life as I was walking down the trailSearching for the Secret that would finally lift the veil Through the pines, to a ridge out in the sun The river down below me said "Be forever young" And as the wind blows through the trees It whispers there's a world that is still free The eagle cries, and suddenly you see Ain't that the way it's supposed to be
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    Elysian Hide & Seek (two sparrows)
    Watercolor glint, intricate as the Vespers templateLiberates its aspect of daylight. Cerulean particle, solitude Orb at stationary form. Mind to mind, the simplest of light enveloped the purest of silence. The mystic anomaly dissolves its ethereal obstacle. Stubborn illumine interacts alongside the paradigm of our illuminant characteristics. Ah actualization, perpetual focal point, neutral projection. Suffused disappearance in the distance, guided through a charged ion of transformation. Incessant after-fade, what's left to be rearranged ? For this transparent hint, invisible clue, redeemed in a great sense of nothingness. Drift, harmonious nuance, epoch of the light, recoiling cerulean fury. Innate presence, hidden in a delicate rain, resolved to be as a tears' Individualized sense of oneness, as if time itself, returns unto it's original form. Elysian ever present, plays hide and seek amongst two sparrows. Integrated similarities, cultivated common ground. Here forth acknowledging the inner spirit's beginnings, the outer soul's continuation.
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    blintzes sparkle inside twined marshalled cabinetssprinkles and frosting coupled with barbed sugar disasters municipalities fail in the clutch of the drip one for the agents and the scribes portals into frozen shark-muscled wings no trails to dessert nothing to follow | Wait until the veil is shredded, then reveal it |
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    wow, peakin that strikes deep chords with-in,very nice and thx! and jerseyswartz, i like the way you think and write, pleeze more spewing forth of taloned word thrusted towards au THO r I zed op PRESS i ON of the mindnumb instant gratification masses swaying in front of the i got mine now i want yours ticks feeding on the underbelly of the beast we call home... well said, well spoken peace
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    One Third Of The Rebellious Seraph Followed the Presidential Pre
    Obedience holds a twisted cross of self righteous interpretation.Think small it fits your personality. Those who have nothing to offer the public dialog, confuse the revisionist. Forsaken advisors, seduced by the beauty of the beast Are being taking advantage of by those who oversee their own worst enemy. Remaining afraid of what can’t be manipulated. Guaranteed minimal transparency, the mediators randomness lacks warmth. Regrets are individual, not political. Shaking hands with their evil twin, aggressively reasoning their sense of priority. Denied the access to prove a professional responsibility Rationalize a changing world, they openly offer servitude That's despised for the wrong indication, while honored for the wrong warning. Desperate technology, a broken map, tributes of oil Impersonal percent of citizen influence hangs on a popsicle stick crucifix. Martyr's master a difficult opportunity to pacify innate abstracts of being By living the way of those who must. Prove themselves- By rebelling against the terms of this nations court appointed theocracy.
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    JerseySchwartz!********************************** Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you will still exist, but you have ceased to live. Samuel Clemens
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    Endangering the worlds supplyLavish carpetbaggers exploit loopholes, their actions are backed by real bullets. Shoot the messenger, god died for you so you can now again die for it. The trailer park monarch of skin head shampoo Feels commercially betrayed by the failed expectations of rebellious imports. Organizing the common protest for a free lunch, picking over the bones of a lower degree of public response. Lets get complicated, politicalizing the policy. A freewill condition is naturally pious with enough authority to satirize the tragic. Capitol turmoil, Dixie privilege, harmful as the wrong law. Negative news, lets do noise, that's a violation of patriot commitment? The basic world condition, the neighborhood pipeline, eminent domain. In the year of martial law it's all about maintaining the infrastructure. Without warning or indication the nation changed. The madmen's dress rehearsal is a matinee at the empire museum. Titan crusade plays off of contemporary fears The physiognomy of weaponry Fills the country with voter apprehension. Puppets pull their own strings, their secrets are used against them. Primeval warriors are again the cruelest, forever praying with attitude. Global unemployment, underground economy, a subcultures industrial ghetto. They turn their the children over to the institution, then turn their family over to the reconditioning. Who controls the images, the illegal expressions, the state of the art is the art of the state. The updated monopoly game has a hotel on ground zero. Offering the oppressed only more oppression Presidential wealth diminishes the ordinary, while denigrating the common.
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& very haunting. "waves of dread come crashing in" That's the part that gets me. PEACE
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No more twinnings Tea sipsGhastly breath of dying witherings A sumptuous spot on the couch Noticed while falling asleep Gored to the ends of torso Making a long lost end-trail Popular mechanics loosing jobs A good day to say the least
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8/11/08 I'm not one to attract attention But there's something I have to mention Some might think it's an invention We believe it's true That His Love is bigger than a cadillac When He tries to show us but we drive him back Forgive us for the faith we lack And lead us home to you Some might say there's another solution But Heaven is my evolution I've seen enough of sins pollution To last me many lives And so I'll try to hang around Endure all I have lost and found Fight for Love another round Each and every day
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Wake up, dig it, get jiggy with itOut the door, and then spin it Don't look back, gotta go Find something to call your own It's a wide-open feeling, as you fly through the air It's a wide-open feeling, to release all your cares It's a wide-open feeling, this Love that we have It's a wide-open feeling, don't drive yourself mad Looking left, looking right Straight ahead is your green light Put the pedal, to the floor Ain't no stoppin anymore It's a wide-open feeling, as you blast off the pad It's a wide-open feeling, maybe the best that you've had It's a wide-open feeling, this freedom we know It's a wide-open feeling, to let yourself go Out in front, the view is clearer The past is in the rear-view mirror Speed of light, stopping time Till I cross the finish line It's a wide-open feeling, as you're building up speed It's a wide-open feeling, when there's nothin you need It's a wide-open feeling, if you know who you are It's a wide-open feeling, you can shine like a star
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I really like your poems..wide open feeling....like a nice bike ride.....weeeeeeeeeeeeeee I really dig your style :) Keep on truckin Peace, Gigi
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you got a band? these poems read more like songs to me.
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they wait in the dark denon the pin striped couch with the glowing glass lanterns above solemnly picking at their food on the green glass dishes while the woman in the broken armchair in the corner with the black bow in her graying hair sits in sorrow sadness waiting for nowhere
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Like it very much!!!********************************** Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you will still exist, but you have ceased to live. Samuel Clemens
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thanks Gigi and Marye, I'm trying to improve my song-writing, I hope the poet's don't mind. Still trying to paint my masterpiece.
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keep splashin' that paint on the canvas! songs are but poems with music backin up the words!martin mull to tom waits on fernwood tonite ... so when you sit down to write a song ,what do you write first, the lyrics or the words :)
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u r the grateful deadi am a grateful dead head from jerrys crazy fingers to bobby singin to me on one more saterday night from pig shining his love light to brent n his daughter on that wonderful night for i have lost my ass(dancin) to all my brothers n sisters take a step back for this is the gratest fuckin band in the world from phils box of rain to vince letting me know its ok to samba in the rain keith always let me know it ok to sing my blues away n donna always blew me away billy n mickey the beat is always in my heart n finally hunter with out u my friend there would b no grateful dead so just for uncle bobo i wanna say from all of us dead heads thank you for u r the grateful dead n im a dead head
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I love it! What a grate Deadication to the Grateful Dead!I am a Grateful Deadhead too :)
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yet it seems you've captured others feelings as well as your own!! well spoken, thank U bear, ramble on! peace
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I look at the starsFloating in the sky I'm stuck in a rut And I wonder why I need a jack And I need a tow I need a miracle To get to the show Along came a maiden With love in her eyes And for me she stopped While I sat surprized And then she said May I give you a hand? I'd like to help I'm with the band And I can see You've been through enough Come on and take A shower of Love Clean up yourself And get with the plan Show us your heart We understand
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really like that one.
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II: I see you walk walk walkin' in the sunshine I see you dance dance dancin' in the daytime :|| II: I see you everywhere, everywhere there is a there, you're unaware I'm even there, but still.. :|| I see you walk walk walkin' out on the street You're always smiling at everyone you meet II: I see you walk walk walkin' I see you smilin, I see you smilin' :II II: I see you walk walk walkin' in the sunshine I see you dance dance dancin' in the daytime :|| -andy
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sounds like pudding time : )
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Is that some inside joke/reference, '73 or something just fly right over my head??********************************** Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you will still exist, but you have ceased to live. Samuel Clemens
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The notes would fly from his fingers The drums beat loud and wild The memory still lingers Like the smile of a child Take me back to Terrapin Lets go to Shakedown Street I find myself rememberin' The times that were so sweet Let it shine on me forever I will never forget Just like a wild rushing river Haven't reached the sea yet...
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That's what poetry, lyrics, music is, after all. A gift from one heart/soul to another. Thanks to all who share their gifts. Here's another one. Still rough, but it's getting there. Can't help but think about All that might have been If I'd been a better man If I'd been a better friend. Would we have let the lovelight die? Would we have let the heartache in? If I'd been a better man If I'd been a better friend Well, I should have been a better man I should have been a better friend And I never should have let you go The way I did in the end It's too late now for turning back Time has passed to try again Wish I'd been a better man Wish I'd been a better friend
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a happy placethat claims no space j-peg in the mind colors brite and clean contours forming atmosphere minds interact interject inspire some just interfere everything is right though a left is never wrong furthur is a head peace abounds and love overflowing understanding everknowing all are one in the mix it's pudding time
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I love pudding :)Nice poem
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Hey, what's been goin' on? Hey, what's been goin' on? Hey, what's been goin' on, Since I been gone? C'mon now, let me see you smile C'mon now, let me see you smile C'mon now let me see you smile The smile I see inside you The smile I see inside you Hey now, there's nothing wrong Hey now, there's nothing wrong Hey now, there's nothing wrong That we can't fix it, in this song No, there is nothing wrong That we can't fix it, in this song Hey now, let's ride that train Hey now let's ride that train Hey now, let's ride that train Cause I think it's gonna rain Hey runaway, I love you Hey runaway, I love you Don't you runaway, I love you But you always do But you always do Hey, what's been goin' on? Hey, what's been goin' on? Hey, what's been goin' on Since I been gone? Haven't sung this in over 5 years, but I still love it as a poem. enjoy, andy
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I wrote this one about 10 years ago when I was caretaking a place for six years in a geodesic dome on 40 acres on the side of Mt. Shasta with the closest neighbor the Ski Park two miles away and the closest town six and while I was hiking, mt. biking, or, for six months of the year, snowshoeing to to town I would see a lot of log-truck drivers and I put myself in their shoes for this one. Well I'm ridin' in my big rig Haulin' logs for Champion I got two more runs, to do today Before I cash it in And yes I love the forest And I wouldn't hurt a bunny But when it comes to me or trees I'll damn sure take the money Big trees, keep on fallin' Load em' up, and let me go So I can do my haulin' And when it comes to quittin' time And the beer-man starts a-callin' I'll park my rig, shoot a rack And order up a tall one These hippies and those Greenpeace freaks Get on my bloody nerves Just sittin' on their haunches Screamin', we must save the earth! Well if they had their way they'd soon be screamin' They were wrong It's no fun using corncobs When you're sittin' on the john And I believe in workin' hard for my pay I got a wife to feed, and kids to educate Don't take away my job, and put me on the dole I need to be a workin' man, it keeps me in control I'm rollin' down Route 89 It's another sunny day Two cuties in their sports-car Just gave me a wave Soon I'm off the pavement Winding up a dusty road I pull into the landing and I Grab another load Big trees, keep on fallin' Load em' up, and let me go So I can do my haulin' When it comes to quittin' time And the beer-man starts a callin' I'll park my rig, shoot a rack And order up a tall one
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When I was young, Things went so slow You know how things Can go But now that I'm old and gray It's good to be Friends of the family. Things they go so fast today There's nothing that will last Past these days Everything is gonna Pass away so fast now Yeah, it's good to be Friends of the family Always far, and never near There's something still stays Together Through all the winds of Destiny that blow Yeah it's good to be Friends of the family. When I was young, you know, Things went so slow But now that I'm old and grey It's good to be Friends Of the family. -enjoy, andy
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Until all the heavens have gone awayUntil the oceans they do the same I'll hang around for you Just like I said I'd do For you You For you Until the oceans they turn to rain Until the heavens they do the same For you I'll hang around Up on this dirty ground For you You For you Until the mountains they call your name Until your pleasure, it turns to pain I'll be here for you Just like I said I'd do For you You For you Until the atoms they go their way Until the giants they have their say All you have to do is call my name And I'll be there to ease the pain For you You For you -schubert andy
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good stuff, free idea
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Thanks for sharing your sweet poems :)I ejnoy them very much!
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Puddlehead and Puddin' TimeCame out west in '49 To the gold fields they would go A miracle, was theirs to know They left St. Louie, one fine day Early in the month of May Onto the plains, they made their way The children laughed, the horses neighed Into the wilderness they moved Past the Omaha and Sioux They crossed the Rockies, by South Pass God's creations, built to last They endured both sun and shower Stopped a while at Franklin's Tower Re-supplied, and with new power Nothing here could make them cower Then one day they came to see A village of Shoshone They hailed the chief, and made their rest Smoked the peace pipe, passed the test Broke out fiddle, and banjo Danced all night under moonglow Good friends they had come to know But now it was time to go One last stretch of barren waste Was staring them right in the face They prayed unto their Lord and Giver And made it to the Truckee River Now more mountains in their sight They crossed over the Range of Light To Sutter's Fort, they made their way And waited out the winter's rains Prospecting in the spring thaw They moved up a secluded draw And there beside a rushing stream They knew that they had found their dream Puddlehead and Puddin Time Six long months they worked the mine Broke their backs in heat and cold And dug up fify pounds of gold
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that is so good!! now i want to go to Sutters Mill!
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Hey TC & happy trails-here yall go from "Gypsy Cowboy" by NRPS......xoxoo Gypsy Cowgirl-it's a neat place in Sacramento-took the kids several times....song's even better SUTTER’S MILL (JOHN DAWSON) "GOIN’ DOWN TO SUTTER’S MILL PAN A LITTLE GOLD I’M GOIN’ DOWN TO SUTTER’S MILL AND STAY ‘TIL I GET OLD GOIN’ DOWN TO SUTTER’S MILL NOW THINK I’LL GO DOWN THERE I’M GOIN’ DOWN TO SUTTER’S MILL GONNA GET MY SHARE AH NOW THE PEOPLE THEY BEEN COMING DOWN FROM ALL A-PARTS AROUND THEY SAY YOU CAN FIND IT EVERYWHERE IT’S LYIN’ ON THE GROUND THERE GOIN’ DOWN TO SUTTER’S MILL I’M GONNA SING MY SONG I’M GOIN’ DOWN TO SUTTER’S MILL WOULD YOU LIKE TO COME ALONG WOULD YOU LIKE TO COME ALONG WOULD YOU LIKE TO COME ALONG I’M GOIN’ DOWN TO SUTTER’S MILL WOULD YOU LIKE TO COME ALONG"
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in the lot at ratdog showJust strollin around checking out the sounds heard my name from the crowd took a look around My old friend Dave!! Back from the haze of the grate ole daze! We hugged and kissed but how sad my sister he did miss he never got to say goodbye it left a tear in his eye.
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Stranger in a strange land I'm drifting away on Pink Fluffy Clouds I pause while the picture changes You seem to appear Right out of nowhere But it just keeps on Getting stranger, Stranger and stranger. You turn your head And toss your hair And I feel you Getting closer How can I get you to Come over here So I can tell you what I already told you What I already told yuh What I already told yu-uh. That I'm drifting away on Pink Fluffy Clouds I pause while the picture changes. You seem to appear Right out of nowhere, But it just keeps on getting Stranger and stranger Stranger and stranger.
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What was that You used to say to me Things sure ain't What they used to be. Running crazy in the streets Living alone in between the sheets Was a struggle just to make it day-to-day Always looking for a better way. Never quite seen Anything come free No, things sure ain't what they used to be. Kids running crazy in the streets Night walker's dream, but they never sleep You talk so loud, but you look afraid Now it's time to sleep in the beds we made. So, well, come in to reality Still the same as it's always been And if you're still into the run around Well, everybody else long gone to ground. What was that You used to say to me Yeah things sure ain't What they used to be. -a
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am digging it free idea! Like that one ALOT!********************************** Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you will still exist, but you have ceased to live. Samuel Clemens
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Hi folks, As the politicians continue their parties in this election season, I've written this little satirical rag to help us recover our righteous indignation and moral outrage over what these bozos have done to our country and world. Everyone can sing along: So, a one-a and a two-a: The Righteous Indignation Rag Welcome friends, how do you do Glad to see some of you pullin’ through Tell me now and tell me true Has this ol’ world been lyin’ to you Gather round and tip your hat The shadow man is the one in the black Got your name and number too Photographed in red, white and blue Blame it on the liberal pinko fags Do the righteous indignation rag You know, my god he don’t love the Jews The camel jockey ‘slamics too The Buddhists man can be such a bore Drop those atheists dead on the floor I know ‘cause Falwell told me so Now serving time way down below No air-conditioned fat cat limousine Just dinin’ on his sulfur and kerosene So be you straight or dressed in drag Do the righteous indignation rag Come on, boys, let’s join in the fight Through the gates of Hell we’ll be marchin’ tonight Dress you up in khaki and green A pocket bible and an M-16 You can fire on everything in sight God’ll sort ‘em out later tonight So jump onboard the war’s begun The new world order is a barrel of fun So wrap my ass up in the flag Do the righteous indignation rag They bomb my brain with EMP My guitar replies with its own remedy Dancin’ in the grass to keep me sane My mind goes a’ridin’ on the wind and the rain They call, “To arms!”, but I ignore Back myself right out of that door Locked forever, I’m gone, goodbye I got no mind for the idiot lies Time to split this scene’s a drag Do the righteous indignation rag Do the righteous indignation rag Do the righteous indignation rag… Peace, Byrd
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I know it's been a long time And a long, long, lonely road. And I know that I hurt ya, babe And I just can't make that go. Baby, please don't make me Go through all this all alone It was hard enough before you left But now there's just no hope And if you're wondering why I called today I just called to say, Baby, I love you, and won't you please Come on home Baby won't you come on Won't you come on home. Baby won't you promise me You won't never, never go I know it's been a long road And you've come along, long way And I know that I hurt ya baby, And I just can't make that go away And if you're wondering Why I called today I just called to say Baby, I love you. and won't you please Come on home Baby won't you come on Baby won't you come on Baby won't you come on home.
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free idea ,, wow !! absoloultley lovin you poems man .. so deep ... keep posting !! thank you for sharing with us free idea ..
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Wakin' up this morning Drinkin' yesterday's coffee It's burnt tasting and bitter Just like the two of us. I think I'll let this morning Turn right into tomorrow I'm just gonna lean back And turn on the Jets Cause I got nothin' to add To this pile of words Just don't want to see you Turn your butter into swords So if you find me dreaming You might just leave me be Don't you know some stones Are better left unturned Sometimes it's better to Just walk on by Walk on by and Let sleeping dogs lie. Wakin' up this morning Drinkin' yesterdays coffee It's burnt tasting and bitter Just like the two of us I think I'll let this morning Turn right into tomorrow I'm just gonna lean back And turn on the jets.
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Think you are a gifted poet. Agree w/Stuman-think you are very very good. Am really liking your poems-your style, your darkish undertones, the words you chose. They read like songs. Thank you sooo much for sharing!********************************** Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you will still exist, but you have ceased to live. Samuel Clemens
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No please don't go Just please stay We will pass our time away Inside the sunshine That we have stumbled Upon. Now that you're home Stay awhile Take a load off your bones, And let me say I don't ever want to see You go away. --- a thanks for the kind words, stuman and tl. i'm just trying to express a little intelligence, while i appear to be here. at any given moment, i'm gettin' way more than i'm givin', especially when it comes to dead.net. i enjoy trying to find my way around this vast virtual library architecture, and reading yer'all posties. love, andy ps i try to tiptoe in while you're all sleeping, and lay little poem-roses on your pillows, for when you awaken.
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Just give me a reason to believe, And I'll go on, Wearing my heart out on my sleeve, I'll carry on, Just give me a reason to hope, And I'll go on, No matter how steep the slope, I'll carry on, I'll carry on. Just give me a piece of your heart, And I'll go on, Just a little piece of your heart, That I'll carry on. Just give me a reason to believe, And I'll go on, Wearing my heart out on my sleeve, I'll carry on, I'll carry on.
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Just need a moment to clear my head,Straighten my spine, Allow my spirit to rise. One more time singing, one more time bringing Everything to life, in my mind. Just need a moment to clear my head Straighten my spine, Allow my spirit to shine. Telephone wires singing, trying to get higher Thinking that, there are no words Words. I'll have nothing to do with them Words. Won't be the same when I get through with them Just need a moment to clear my head Straighten my spine, Allow my spirit to rise. Bird on the wire singing. I have no idea, What was I thinking? That there are no words Words. Well, I'll have nothing to do with them Words. Won't be the same when I get through with them. Just need a moment to clear my head Straighten my spine. Allow my spirit to shine. Wind on the wire Singing. I have no idea, What are you thinking? Words Words. Well, I'll have nothing to do with them Words. Won't be the same when I get through with them Just need a moment to clear my head Straighten my spine. Allow my spirit to rise One more time singing, One more time bringing Everything to Life. In my mind. -a
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I ain't got no place to call my own I ain't got no place, I'm all alone Ain't got no wife Stay out all night Cause I ain't got no life. But i'll tell you why These are the best Days of my life Cause I got you Lord, cause I got you. I'm losing hair I'm losing sleep I'm making promises I can't keep Time slips away To no one knows where If I think about it too much I get scared I ain't got no place to call my home I ain't got no place, I'm all alone Ain't got no wife Stay out all night Cause I ain't got no life. But I'll tell you why These are the best Days of my life, Cause I got you, Lord, cause I got you.
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I woke up this morning and smelled a rosea gentle breeze and thoughful prose I woke up this morning and smelled a rose a feeling of harmony right down to my toes something in the air a free idea thank's free idea. You have brightened the day and energized the mind. Just like yesterdays coffee. peace my friend,pk
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Why don't we close our eyesAnd fall into the future Just so we realize What we are shooting for Why don't we close our eyes And fall inside Into the world inside our mind It's all right, yeah, it's so nice So, don't you be unkind And I think you will find Everything is gonna be alright In good time So clap three times And you will know the answer It works everytime We believe Takes us right through The eye of the needle You can't use force To get inside. So, Why don't we close our eyes And fall into the future Just so we realize What we are shooting for Why don't we close our eyes And fall inside Into the world inside our mind It's allright, yeah, it's so nice So, don't you be unkind And I think you will find Everything is gonna be alright In good time. -a
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What you gotIt's all you need You could have nothing And still be Singing in the breeze. Don't hold yourself down Spread your wings and fly Or just walk on into town And let those cars go by. Cause what you got It's all you need Head up into the hills And camp out in the trees. No one can keep you down Spread your wings and fly Or just kick on back And stare up at the sky. Cause what you got It's all you need You could have nothing And still be Singing in the breeze.
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you weren't kidding in your introduction post, you do live here. you have put down some real beautiful thoughts, thanks so much for sharing them with us!really like "sleeping dogs" peace, tc