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    To Believe11/10/17 I have died a thousand deaths Still you take away my breath And Lord I need you by my side Or I won't make it through the night You've shown me things I never knew There's mystery in all you do And even if the sun don't shine I'll love you 'till the end of time You lift me up and lead me on You gave me hope when it was gone I saw your smile through my tears And knew there's nothing left to fear Some things we aren't meant to see And some things they won't ever be As long as it's still you and me There's still a reason to believe chorus And yes, there's still a magic we can share It's running through our fingers and it's floating in the air And yes, oh baby yes I still believe If we try we can find everything we need The seasons come the seasons go There's always something new to know Cause nothing ever stays the same The weather always wants to change So feel the sun and watch the storm And let each day a new love form A vision of what's meant to be To hold us for eternity And yes, there's still a magic we can share It's running through our fingers and it's floating in the air And yes, oh baby yes I still believe If we try we can find everything we need
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    my house's stairway is seizedwith vertigo. Matter having forsaken its laws, we land in hell, ascending to heaven. Shadows move along ladders under the silence of ordinary things there is another silence: it belongs neither to the leaves nor to the dead with a crown of birds circling him a child is running in an abandoned house the stairway takes the measure of its own emptiness I myself am the stairway that Time has used in its funeral course wheels lift water in the gardens of Hama and come down not waiting for the river to put out the fire Here we are left with the river Seine and Paris's poisons. I prefer gardens where linden trees get ready for a lunar voyage The stairway that separates my room from my memory whispers in my ear... I am not at the mercy of men since trees live in my fantasies men and trees long for fire and call for the rain I love rains which carry desires to oceans. Between one airplane and another space is disoriented stars sneak into holes and brides go naked to wells their innocence wanes under our eyes You and I are made from a worm-eaten wood The Word has sunk we are left with no cry gesture or gaze silence to us is forbidden. We are threatened neither by life nor by death nor forced to admire the Spring I found earth-castles on the edge of the desert's torrents I took their marble stairs but could not find my way either up or down then I understood that I was in a state of non-reason and non-madness and that the gardens of Andalusia were standing ready to die. Two cities Two tears Let insanity keep between its skirts legs within its black eyes the fright of my adolescence and the nocturnal walk on the hills: which hill? I mean the kingdom that a man carries in his gut when his love's fulfilled. Two cities which are neither Beirut nor Damascus two tears: neither of alcohol nor of rain Yes there has been a truck and a blue-eyed woman from Russia —grey olive tree— I was a butterfly caught by a fire: neither the day's not the night's but the incandescence that radiates from the body like a receding sickness, Let tombs stay open! The stairway which leads to my room borrows its metals from Babylon The Prophet's Ascension had two movements we fell into whirlpools of mud and the wind followed his horse A tempest went after the sun's steps The Prophet swam through waves of clouds a river of gold carried his vessel and away from the sun he reached Paradise a Paradise made of light. The stairway which leads to my room leads to an observatory I own two telescopes to observe stars and black holes and take mechanized stairs which advance with no advance my hair spins with sunflowers Illegitimate is this linden tree which shakes by my door let us get ready for Hell! Cursed be messengers tossing about water's tranquility and building forest fences Oh that the wind go quicker than us! that we may be smothered by light! This linden tree standing by my door weights heavy on my days I will finally marry it and we shall bring children condemned to terror this tree looks at me with insistence: It will be kept waiting until Time's end. - Etel Adnan from "The Manifestations of the Voyage" from The Spring Flowers Own & The Manifestations of the Voyage.
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    Check out my new 75-page novella, 'The Grateful Dead' that includes characters, places, scenes, and phrases from over 150 Grateful Dead songs. See if you can find them all! Synopsis: Jed tries to decide whether to return to Tennessee or stay in the land of Fennario where he lives the good life in a house with his friends: Cassidy, Mason, Stephen, August West, and Jack Straw. Here is the link to the story: https://wordpress.com/posts/drawingsstories.wordpress.com Jacob Sackin www.jacobsackin.com
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    So it is the duty of the artist to discourage all traces of shameTo extend all boundaries To fog them in right over the plate To kill only what is ridiculous To establish problems To ignore solutions To listen to no one To omit nothing To contradict everything To generate the free brain To bear no cross To take part in no crucifixion To tinkle a warning when mankind strays To explode upon all parties To wound deeper than the soldier To heal this poor obstinate monkey once and for all To have kids with pretty angels To display his dancing seed To sail only in polar seas To laugh at every situation To besiege all their cities To exhaust the primitive To follow every false track To verify the irrational To exaggerate all things To inhabit everyone To lubricate each proportion To experience only experience To deviate at every point To offer no examples To dismiss all support To make one monster at least To go underground immediately To smell the shark's ass To multiply all opinions To work only in the distance To extend all shapes To acquire a sublime reputation To consort forever with the runaway To sport the glacial eye To direct all smouldering ambitions To frequent only the exterminating planets To kidnap the phantom's first-born To forego no succulent filth To masquerade as the author of every platitude To overwhelm the mariner with improper charts To expose himself to every ridicule To ambush their blow-nose Providence To set a flame in the high air To exclaim at the commonplace alone To cause the unseen eyes to open To advance with the majesty of the praying serpent To contrive always to be caught with his pants down To sprinkle mule-milk on the lifted brows of virgins To attach no importance whatever to his activity To admire only the absurd To be concerned with every profession save his own To raise a fortuitous stink on the boulevards of truth and beauty To desire an electrifiable intercourse with a female alligator To lift the flesh above the suffering To forgive the beautiful its disconsolate deceit To send the world away to crawl under his discarded pedestals To have the cunning of the imperilled wave To hide his lamentations in the shredded lungs of the tempest To recommend stone eyelashes for all candid lookers To attribute every magnificence to himself To maintain that the earth is neither round nor flat but a scomaphoid To flash his vengeful badge at every abyss To be revolted by only the sacred cow which piddles at the toes of the swamp To kneel with the blind and drunk brigands and learn their songs To happen To embrace the intemperate hermaphrodite of memory It is the artist's duty to be alive To drag people into glittering occupations To return always to the renewing stranger To observe only the funereal spectator To assume the ecstasy in all conceivable attitudes To follow the plundering whirlpool to its source To cry out nervously with every knock To stock his shelves with plaintive confessions and pernicious diaries To outflow the volcano in semen and phlegm To be treacherous when nothing is to be gained To enrich himself at the expense of everyone To reel in an exquisite sobriety To blush perpetually in gaping innocence To drift happily through the ruined race-intelligence To burrow beneath the subconscious To defend the unreal at the cost of his reason To obey each outrageous impulse To commit his company to all enchantments To rage against the sacrificing shepherds To return to a place remote from his native land To pursue the languid executioner to his hall bedroom To torment the spirit-lice To cover the mud with distinguished vegetation To regain the emperor's chair To pass from one world to another in carefree devotion To withdraw only when all have been profaned To contract every battering disease To peel off all substances from the face of horror To glue himself to every lascivious breast To hurl his vigorous cone into every trough To unroll the hide from that repugnant rhinoceros Time To refrain from no ownership To crowd the squat-rumped centuries into his own special residence To plunge beyond their smoking armpits - Kenneth Patchen
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    we're gonna need to get organizedlive beyond boundaries soften our hearts talk to each other we're gonna need to leave behind our baggage relinquish our comfort release our control co-exist we're gonna need to give up our addictions confront our pain ask for help give more than we take we're gonna need to dream bigger work harder get dirty take time we're gonna need to remember we're gonna need to forgive we're gonna need to let go we're gonna need to let go we're gonna need to feel fully revive our intuition make up our minds enact change we're gonna need to look at ourselves reconcile our ignorance sacrifice shame make amends we're gonna need to need less peel away the nonessential go hungry break a sweat we're gonna need to heal our fears tell our secrets share with our enemies love ourselves we're gonna need to study existence refine our dreams mediate our shadows cure our disbelief we're gonna need to practice magic we're gonna need to cherish water we're gonna need to grieve we're gonna need to move on we're gonna need to stay focused we're gonna need to be strong tend our commitment to beauty fuel our devotion to truth we're gonna need to pray we're gonna need to follow through endure burning we're gonna need to surrender we're gonna need to trust we're gonna need to give light we're gonna give light we are light we are - Naima Penniman
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    We were dancing - it must havebeen a foxtrot or a waltz, something romantic but requiring restraint, rise and fall, precise execution as we moved into the next song without stopping, two chests heaving above a seven-league stride - such perfect agony, one learns to smile through, ecstatic mimicry being the sine qua non of American Smooth. And because I was distracted by the effort of keeping my frame (the leftward lean, head turned just enough to gaze out past your ear and always smiling, smiling), I didn't notice how still you'd become until we had done it (for two measures? four?) - achieved flight, that swift and serene magnificence, before the earth remembered who we were and brought us down. - Rita Dove
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    One night a man was crying, "Allah! Allah!" His lips grew sweet with the praising, until a cynic said, "So! I have heard you calling out, but have you ever gotten any response?" The man had no answer to that. He quit praying and fell into a confused sleep. He dreamed he saw Khadir, the guide of souls, in a thick, green foliage. "Why did you stop praising?" "Because I've never heard anything back." "This longing you express is the return message." The grief you cry out from draws you toward union. Your pure sadness that wants help is the secret cup. Listen to the moan of a dog for its master. That whining is the connection. There are love dogs no one knows the names of. Give your life to be one of them. - Rumi
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    All the plans That were made Let them die Let them fade... After all's said and done Only here a moment Then the moment's gone I'll spend the day in my own way from In My Own Way - Ray LaMontagne 'Ouroboros'
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    Music functions in a pattern. Patterns. Patterns function in a whiz; the worse for patternistry which is not there. The gems of few lines. Then - music functions whole, patterns into system patterns. Thus do patterns become history and music - forms. Yes, do pages of phrases write motion, still things - that move, that have lines in mystery, because the best music then forms benign of misery. Blues yes! The blues do. But there is the music -in the blues that do and mercuriate to fire straight lines, non-curve, in monohorizontal unperplexed – in placate history with story-flight that flies faster than the bumblebees, yet with a blue aura: time in history does form this semblance, gravity in norm as unquested and easy, easily drawn. Straight go: time as music alive between the heats -plus-non-plus quicker in deed than Hurricane Jackson the heavyweight, more Alice in Wonderland before the feet think twice is Monk's music is. Feeling driving non-driving diz. - Henry Grimes
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    I wonder if the sun debates dawnsome mornings not wanting to rise out of bed from under the down-feather horizon if the sky grows tired of being everywhere at once adapting to the mood swings of the weather if clouds drift off trying to hold themselves together make deals with gravity to loiter a little longer I wonder if rain is scared of falling if it has trouble letting go if snow flakes get sick of being perfect all the time each one trying to be one-of-a-kind I wonder if stars wish upon themselves before they die if they need to teach their young how to shine I wonder if shadows long to just-for-once feel the sun if they get lost in the shuffle not knowing where they’re from I wonder if sunrise and sunset respect each other even though they’ve never met if volcanoes get stressed if storms have regrets if compost believes in life after death I wonder if breath ever thinks of suicide if the wind just wants to sit still sometimes and watch the world pass by if smoke was born knowing how to rise if rainbows get shy back stage not sure if their colors match right I wonder if lightning sets an alarm clock to know when to crack if rivers ever stop and think of turning back if streams meet the wrong sea and their whole lives run off-track I wonder if the snow wants to be black if the soil thinks she’s too dark if butterflies want to cover up their marks if rocks are self-conscious of their weight if mountains are insecure of their strength I wonder if waves get discouraged crawling up the sand only to be pulled back again to where they began if land feels stepped upon if sand feels insignificant if trees need to question their lovers to know where they stand if branches waver at the crossroads unsure of which way to grow if the leaves understand they’re replaceable and still dance when the wind blows I wonder where the moon goes when she is in hiding I want to find her there and watch the ocean spin from a distance listen to her stir in her sleep effort give way to existence - Naima Penniman
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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