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  • trailbird
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    To Believe
    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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Fly freeidea fly arms to the sky heart to the wind feet on the ground fly freeidea fly arms to the sky soul to the clouds feet on the ground fly freidea fly arms to the sky love to the earth feed on the sound
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When we talk this wayThe back and forth of good idea There is no separation now We are all together now Always were and always will be It just takes a little push And then we are all sailing free Is not that what we rightly have come here for Is not that what these guys showed us all to see Build the superstructure of musical form Build it slowly slowly Taking time and great care That all the pieces fit in just exactly perfectly And then you set off to climb Climb that superstructure into the sky And when you achieve and overcome And the top of the mountain you see You run right up without a second thought And fling yourself into the sky No need for flapping now Just think first thought And you are free
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A snowy day To sit and see laughing water dancing free on tye dye dreams the whiteness lay Feel the sky as snowflakes fly
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I won't even take your lifeWon't even take a limb Just unload my shotgun And take a little skin Well you take a silver dollar Take a silver dime Mix it up together In some alligator wine I can hear the drums Voodoo all night long Mister Charlie telling me I can't do nothing wrong lyics:Robert Hunter
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i got a few minutes, so ithink ill shoot from the hip not hold anything back now gonna really let her rip been keeping it all bottled up inside for so long now i might cry but i really need to let it all out theres something so large it cant be seen and something so small it cant be missed would you come if i call or would you run away and jump the wall see if you can get to the door before i fall you know those words you said they put me on the floor so i pick myself up and smile and say thankyou for all the things that you put me through and i thank you again for the way that you are cause without your lens my eye camera doesn't focus at all my friends cat her name is Rush she likes to sit in the tub and stare at me with her gold green glowing eyes she ducks her head to hide cause she knows that i can't see her if she can't see me then we play "string" for hours and hours on end
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a small particle too small for the naked eyefloats through this timeless space... particle on top of molecule, now we've got dust gathered in outer space what a seemingless place was this dust sent through a black hole, to every beginning an end or should we assume that the the universe was prexistent before any matter now its time for time to fall into place how long has this space been when did it began this universe keeps to its laws (natures laws) only to expand upon its contents and their mass along with the gravitational pull that allows it to contract and expand proving that oneday in a point of of time this space was smaller than today Here comes the prime evil atom causing a great big bang among this small matter of what seemed to be dust was actuallyintended to be an egg releasing gases hydrogen, helium creating a much compounded world left for evolution to take its course this is where life comes into effect... answering the question how the universe began
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The heart has its seasonsdid you ever waken to the sound of street cats making love and guess from their cries you were listening to a fight well you know, hates just the last thing they're thinking of they're only trying to make it through the night i only want to hold you i dont want to tie you down or fence you between the lines i might have drawn life is not about how to surivive in the storm but how to dance in the rain there comes a point in ones life when you come to realize who matters who never did who wont anymore and who always will so dont worry about the people from the past theres a reason why they did not make it to you future my name is brittney, most call me lola...la la la la lola....im always gigglin and laughin, i try and keep a smile but sometimes it takes more than a smile to get by....im in college for massage therapy i've got 3 months to get my diploma if i wanna make atleast one show this summer....i love the gratefulness of the deads groupies...i have only met a few hippies, but the ones i have met have been amazing friends and great partiers!!....i met a dead head last summer....and ever since he's turned me on to the dead, i havent had anything else on my mind, except for touring this summer....only things arent given to you, you have to work for them, and i definately need a job, picked a bad time to look for one...with the economy down...but liqour sales are up!! if only they would legalize marijuana...that would bring the economy up out of this!! for sure...as long as the government can make money off from it, and tax the hell out of it...im a country girl.was raised on a farm around horses, and i spend most of my summer nights camping out by a campfire...i own a small trailer that sits in a campground surrounded by the potomac river...i live in west virginia...and im lookin forward to meeting alot of peace loving free spitits... i am planning on goin to atleast one show...i'd like to go to more....but i dont have a van....if i did, i'd be gettin a bunch of people together to come with me...if anyone lives in wv....close to me, i would pitch in for gas....but it would be nice to go with someone instead of drivin by myself....i have a myspace...lol who doesnt? my website is www.myspace.com/secret5lover
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Welcome to dead.net and 'poets corner' Love your words.
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Here Comes Your 19th Global Internet Meltdown (sung to the tune of "19th nervous breakdown--rolling stones) You're just the kind of guy people think of as strangely without care off on the fringes never say a word Unless you're spoken to but now you over did it, it started coming out of your ears And now you try but you just cant hide you better post don't look around here it comes here it comes here it comes here comes your 19th global internet meltdown you travel in style always smoke the kind but something just werent never right in your mind always had the best to eat and drink but every night you slept alone no one could comfort you until the day you knocked down the doors and threw out the sealameal you better stop dont turn around here it comes here it comes here it comes here comes your 19th global internet meltdown oh who's to blame that kids gone insane nothing seems to stop it, he goes right around the clock every time I turn around it just keeps on getting worse what can still be left certainly not your methedrine it really stole your mind and after you left in June everyone said it was way past time should a stuck with that short trip of dimethyltryptamine it would a put the hurt upon your mind but now you're just in the way of what is fine you better stop, put the pipe down here it comes here it comes here it comes here comes your 19th global internet meltdown here comes your 19th global internet meltdown here comes your 19th global internet meltdown
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Every day my eye awakensReflecting dreams lost slumber Waking, fabricating time My perceptions illuminate in the light of your space Every visage ethereal grace Penetrating my heart is in rhythm A motion brought to my attention We put ourselves in this place Heaven knows all other worldly systems Not to exclude your own The static lining of your position A permissive act of will We are lost in this place With all the potential for altered states Do not get lost in yourself We are other worldly Every day is latent energy For the stewards who are sleeping Delicate, shimmering waves My hands hold the sphere which ignites in space Every second lost is gained Bringing back around my intentions Like clockwork I am reminded We should take care of this place
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Every body else seemsTo have something better to do tonight So now it's just me and you babe It's just me and you Sitting on this pile of rocks Got our sweaters pulled up tight Cause its time to pull the pets in Yeah its gonna be a three dog night Sitting in front of the fire Thinking overtime on how to lift you higher But in the end it comes to this It really doesnt matter how hard you try In the end it will all be revealed It will be seen that we never left the sky This earthly dream to wonder why We left the campfire to wander Out of body experience Is the only true experience In body experience is a Straight up lie
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I have traveled through a timeless universe of rippled skies, over seas of churning color to traverse the ranges and valleys in a single brushstroke. I have seen the faces in the wood and journeyed into the black hole of chain link. I have stormed the fort and stood in the shoes of many a dying soldier. I have run through the dark woods, dodging trees and shadows, chasing the glimpse of a fleeting thought. I have felt the ground move like the belly of a fat man laughing at two boys flying head over heels into manhood. I followed my mind into my soul to find these unreal realities which were hiding behind prejudice, shame and fear in brilliant shades of peace, love and good will.
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You must start right to end rightYou can't rise any higher than the source If you set your sights on matter Spirit will be nowhere to be found Starting with feet firmly planted on infinity Insures success from the very outset What is there to die If nothing has ever been born Always resting in action Ideas shining brightly Like a light in our Father's eye It was a backwards thought That has seemd to keep us trapped For so long Graduation day in the temple Grasping the pebble's Out of Master's hand Now is time to leave The temple grounds To wander. Watering the garden and moving along.
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All touches All One embraces Many Everything fits into Nothing
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The sound of the snow plows Growling through the city streets Laying down the plow with a metallic concussion I felt it in my bones three floors up Walking through the city neighborhoods The sounds of car tires compressing powder, Dogs barking carrying through back yards The scritch scritch scritch of the Snowshovel on amacite Surrounding you, wherever you go Someone is digging out. When that city dumptruck plow hits the road, it sounds like a bomb And then hard scraping with sparks flying And inside it all The sound of snow falling on snow.
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High Time Lyrics By: Robert Hunter You told me goodbye How was I to know You didn't mean goodbye You meant please don't let me go I was having a high time Living the good life Well I know The wheels are muddy Got a ton of hay Now listen here baby 'Cause I mean what I say I'm having a hard time Living the good life Well I know I was losing time, I had nothing to do No-one to fight, I came to you Wheels broke down, the leader won't draw The line is busted, the last one I saw Tomorrow comes trouble Tomorrow comes pain Now don't think too hard, baby 'Cause you know what I'm saying I could show you a high time Living the good life Don't be that way Nothing's for certain It could always go wrong Come in when it's raining Go on out when it's gone We could have us a high time Living the good life Well I know
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I still enjoyWatching dogs play In the snow My little muffin has Passed beyond us now But I still enjoy Watching dogs play In the snow They rip and tear And bound and flow The entire time Throwing out tons of snow Like a wake behind them As they tear on unaware Of how much joy That they might bring Outside of my front window Fifty days away from Spring No, they don't know How much I still enjoy Watching dogs play In the snow.
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Be happy with what you have , because Death awaits you, and when you accept that you are alive forever.
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Verily, verily, I say unto you, If a man keep my saying, he shall never see death.
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With this loss of nothingness, we leave these surroundings a selfless breath Moment to moment, act to action these ordinary acts of spirit. Preconceived necessity accepting initial images as self evident remnants Penetrate the night air, witness to a seclusive detachment. Refractive aspects of beginnings have denied a closed outlook Tears absolve, this anonymous refulgence. Destroy our transparent cage as liberation takes us to its center of definition The participants simplify the inevitable, here forth throughout the darkness dismissed. Interrogated spectrums of decision Entropic conception, individualized inclusiveness See ourselves internalized upon the mind Of these eyes learning to master the pure view, Solitude a natural state of neutrality, waiting, beginning's bring beginning's upon the hands. Shadows in waiting surfacing upon the foreground fade, making it difficult to look away Twilight dissipates, making it difficult to discriminate Solitude in its natural state of neutrality, native lanterns on night table Familiar shadows of cerulean companionship surfacing in a foreground Visualized upon the approach, ready to be seen, close enough to actualize Quite as a hospital eventually the bedside struggle Improves unto a condition foreseen as a continuum complete. Relinquished the voicing falling silently out of mind Into a formless neutrality, beholden unto a firmaments eternal repletion. After-sight, inner-light, distant stars internalized upon the heart. Let heaven be seen, let heaven be beholden.
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These days are a riddle The heart plays the fiddle Watching me step to the road Catching my eye All those passing by Nothings for sale I say in a sigh As these long nights collide days slowly pass by A candle alight in my eyes Could it be words that Turn the next page A jewel for your crown This babe Turning of age Forms of tomorrow Not yet Taken their shape I could contain What the mystery Can't shake Or a farewell to thee Before the big quake
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To Lay Me DownLyrics By: Robert Hunter Music By: Jerry Garcia To lay me down once more, to lay me down With my head in sparkling clover Let the world go by, all lost in dreaming To lay me down one last time, to lay me down To be with you once more, to be with you With our bodies close together Let the world go by, like clouds a-streaming To lay me down one last time, to lay me down To lay me down, to lay me down To lay me down one last time, to lay me down To lie with you once more, to lie with you With our dreams entwined together To wake beside you, my love still sleeping To tell sweet lies one last time and say goodnight To lay me down, to lay me down To lay me down one last time, to lay me down
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We got the banks and the cars and the credit cardsTimes are getting kind of hard Saw the early morning news What are we gonna do? The Nikkei and the S&P And what that means to you and me Listen to the talking heads And figure out what they said About the bailout Got the bailout blues About the bailout Got the bailout blues If you need another billion We'll try to see what we can do No credit for this and none for that We been charging this and that Lots of talk of doom and gloom Predicting things that might come true Tealeaves and the voodoo stick Spin the wheel, take your pick Listen to the talking heads And figure out what they said About the bailout Got them bailout blues About the bailout About them bailout blues If you need a few more billion We'll look and see what we can do We just need a hundred billion Why not make it an even trillion We'll keep taking what your giving We're just trying to make a living The CEO can work it out With the boys out in the house They didn'y fly, they took a cab To see how much they could grab It costs a lot for luxury There's not much left for you and me Listen to the talking heads And figure out what they said About the bailout Got them bailout blues About the bailout Got them bailout blues And if you need a lotta billions We'll try and help you with that to And if you want an even trillion We'll take a look at that for you Bailout Blues alley: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HbwlwFXKArw ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Walk into splintered sunlight Inch your way through dead dreams to another land" Robert Hunter ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Ray, a drop of golden sun"
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Just to hear that Stella Blue just One more time This one is October 28 Nineteen seventy nine
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Not Fade Away Lyrics By: Hardin/Petty I wanna tell you how it's gonna be, you're gonna give your love to me, I wanna love you night and day, you know my love not fade away. You know my love not fade away, not fade away! My love is bigger than a Cadillac, I try to show you but you drive me back, Your love for me has got to be real, your gonna know just how I feel. Our love is real, not fade away, not fade away!
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yo yo wuz up? Hello my friends I hope your doin fine Maybe chillin on the herb or groovin on the wine Or maybe, your just glad to be alive With nothin left to do but smile smile smile The President, he is a stimulator The CEO on Wall St. a money fornicator Congress, they are the great debators And things are gonna CHANGE!, sooner or later Unemployment up the DOW been goin down We have ourselves a crisis just take a look around Hold on, I think I hear a sound !Happy days are hear the Dead are back in town Have a grateful day
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The Music Never StoppedLyrics By: John Barlow Sun went down in honey And the moon came up in wine You know stars were spinning dizzy Lord the band kept us so busy We forgot about the time They're a band beyond description Like Jehovah's favourite choir People joining hand in hand While the music plays the band Lord they're setting us on fire Crazy rooster crowing midnight Balls of lightning roll along Old men sing about their dreams Women laugh and children scream And the band keeps playing on Keep on dancing through to daylight Greet the morning air with song No one's noticed but the band's all packed and gone Was it ever here at all? But they kept on dancing
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There is something in your wayThere is something in your way There is something in your way That says love Love Love is what it says I can read it Letters big and bold Love is what it says There is some kind of thing about you There is some kind of thing about you There is just something about you That says love Love Love is what it says Simple words in simple letters Spells love
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My Sisters And Brothers Lyrics: Charles Johnson I want to say to my sisters and my brothers Keep the faith When the storm flies and the wind blows Go on at a steady pace When the battle is fought and the victory's won We can all shout together, we have overcome We'll talk to the Father and the Son When we make it to the promised land If we walk together, little children We won't ever have to worry Through this world of trouble We've got to love one another Let us take our fellow man by the hand Try to help him to understand We can all be together For ever and ever When we make it to the promised land Our bible reads Thou shalt not be afraid Of the terror by night Nor the arrow that flies by day Nor for the pestilence That walketh in the darkness Nor for the destruction That waiteth in the noonday hour If we walk together, little children We won't ever have to worry Through this world of trouble We've got to love one another Let us take our fellow man by the hand Try to help him to understand We can all be together For ever and ever When we make it to the promised land This world is not our home We are only passing through Our trail is all made up Way beyond the blue Let us do the very best that we can While we're travelin' through this land We can all be together Shaking a hand When we make it to the promised land If we walk together, little children We won't ever have to worry Through this world of trouble We've got to love one another Let us take our fellow man by the hand Try to help him to understand We can all be together For ever and ever When we make it to the promised land When we make it to the promised land children Make it to the promised land children Make it to the promised land children Make it to the promised land When we make it to the promised land sisters Make it to the promised land children We can all be together, forever and ever When we make it to the promised land If we walk together, little children We won't ever have to worry Through this world of trouble We've got to love one another Let us take our fellow man by the hand Try to help him to understand We can all be together For ever and ever When we make it to the promised land We can all be together, forever and ever When we make it to the promised land
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I woke up this morningAnd lit up a smoke I turned on the t.v. The news-caster spoke She said everything Is going to hell And when it might change No one can tell And then she smiled Said "have a nice day" And don't let this evil Darken your way So I decided To head for the hills Let mother nature Comfort what ills And up on the mountain I set it all free Then said a prayer For both you and me Time keeps on ticking Like waves on the sea Let's make sure our future Makes good history It's all-right When you walk in the light Let the rain fall from above And be surrounded by Love
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That is truley beutiful !! almost brought a tear to my eye .. Thank you !!
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I wrote it on guitar in about an hour shortly before I posted it. Appreciate your comment. Listen to the river sing sweet songs to rock my soul
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Been playing on the corner, longer then before the casino closed down.Longer then the second oldest profession was thrown out of the theater and into the streets. Generations before the redevelopment turned the theme park into miniature Memphis. The story of your life is in that model. Can't pull you a ticket, you've got to pay to stay. Can't take you on at the pass line. Can't break even on you doing community service. Cold kitchen, empty shelfs, we gambled away the hunger. Never forget, there's nothing in their pockets. Happiness carries a price, balancing the struggle for perfection. The place in the shade you work for, being successful and well tanned. There's more room now that everyone else got out of the way. According to the golden rule, something had to happen. We all knew better for folding, redeemed through a complicated assumption. Logic at best is problematic, second guessing a first solutions categorization. Suspending a well needed intuitions inevitable conclusion. Gravity is secure, so go the dominoes. Stacking boxes in the corner by four, leveling chips on top. Protecting the elders, attending to youth, maintaining children. Deny them rice and meat, waste a noodle, kill a monk. Planning stage of product placement, divine item, sacred luxury. Selling the sizzle, power holds the zero, the best performances go unnoticed. Agreeing to bring down the final stage. They don't have to explain why they play it their own way. Those moves guarantee constant resolve, although progress is slow. The cards are dealt, the bets are placed. An attempt to reward the honorable, obtainment down the line, on the turn. It's a problem you shouldn't have to solve without luck. The lights go down, The curtains close. On the piss prayer for the rainmakers wishing well. Losses in the flood, carried away on a flush filled river Blind aggression, the elimination of common sense, out bluffing a pair of twos.
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you gotta keep livin' the faith when the wind's in your faceand you got the weight of the world on your brain. try to see the bright side, lookin' from the dark side try to pull the sun out of the rain. keep on livin' the faith when you can't find a friend and you need somebody to defend you. a silver lining will turn your sky blue, and God will find a angel just for you. keep on livin' the faith when you're not sure it;s there and you just can't say another prayer break the last straw,knock down the wall nobody said that life was fair.
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DeliverTell of the time you saw your shadow Deliver The time is high Roll on away, Roll on with the rolling thunder. Cruel water falls Again. Deliver, Tell of a tale that no one knows of. Deliver And say goodbye. What you meant to say, Was that the game is just beginning What you meant to say Is at an end. Deliver, By word of mouth and slow quotation. Deliver, And wonder why. Just another way. Just another broken mirror. Just another way, To make a mend!
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its not rocket science we don't have to kid ourselves if we dont get a grip and pull together and start to love one another for real soon enough it will be the ones with all the guns and money who will be telling us when to duck and when to run, and when to take cover.
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row row row your boat gently down the stream merrily merrily merrily merrily life is but a dream
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I will point my finger at the moon: Mostly, beings look intently at The tip of my finger and say, "Beautiful Moon". But you, grasshopper, You have gazed beyond my finger To see the reflected golden inner light Of the mental palace of ease and calm, Before education, prior to conception, Primeval being is yours for all of eternity. Go on, go out and point your finger to the moon So that others may also see its beautiful light Do not become discouraged, grasshopper, When they also stare at your finger tip and say, full of passion, "Beautiful Moon". I was once also called grasshopper, as you are now, And one day you will call another, grasshopper. And they will call you, "One beyond who sees the moon".
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Your're only as free As much as you can afford You're only as free As much as you can horde You're only as free As much as you keep from the theif No, You're only as free As you let yourself be You're only as free As the man who writes your check You're only as free As the size of your deck You're only as free As the money you're owed No, You're only as free As the rows that you've hoed You're only as free As the house across the street You're only as free As the shoes on your feet You're only as free As long as paradise is yours No, You're only as free As long as you remember it's her's
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Sitting solidly in heavenWatching hell pass before my eyes I know it is merely illusion But I still can hear the cries It doesn't distract me from my prayer Nor lead me from my goal To arrive at the answer to why From perfection I may have strayed There is still no one who can say But while I yet appear to be here Let us sit and discuss the day Planting the seed of our thought In sacred soil unshaken unstirred Sitting solidly in heaven Watching hell pass before our eyes To know we are all fully enlightened And in every present moment, to Act that way.
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Meant to Be~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sitting up restless, it came to me one night... Love, dreams, and wonders is all that I could see, Cuz I saw you...you came to me, a radiant vision full of light... So strong, so beautiful, I struggled to be set free... Blinded eyes were opened, now I see cuz you came to me and said 'baby I love you, stop messing with my head' Some call me crazy, but I know it'll turn out right.. There no way I ain't gonna fight... Hold on baby bear... Cuz we found a love that is very rare Hold on.... Just know how I feel the emptyness inside some how it just don't feel right When I can't hold you through the night But Hold on while I sing you this song Lovin you so much can't be wrong Your not just another fish... in the sea, in the sea Sail away with me and We'll be gone Sail away with me and We'll be gone.... We'll be together for eternity, just hold on a little and you will see That a love like this was only meant to be! I hold you so dear in my heart God why does loving you run so deep Like a bear curled up in sleep All I know is that we need to kindle an new spark Like it always was from the start I love you so much Trishy Bear The love I have can go anywhere If I have to follow you to the edge of the earth A love like this is full of worth You mean the world to me I know our love can set us free! You opened my eyes, now I see! Call me crazy, call me wrong...I don't care, my love for you is just too strong Hold on baby bear... Cuz we found a love that is very rare Just know how I feel the emptyness inside some how it just don't feel right When I can't hold you through the night But Hold on while I sing you this song Lovin you so much can't be wrong Your not just another fish... in the sea, in the sea Sail away with me and We'll be gone Sail away with me and We'll be gone.... We'll be together for eternity, just hold on a little and you will see That a love like this was only meant to be! HOLD ON! _____________________________________________ Will you come with me? Once in awhile you can get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right!
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This birthday, senses reap, the breath of birth. I am my ancestry, looking out over the open garden. Infinite aspects, unfurled in endless loss of cover. Simply reliving seasons, memories in the rain of understanding. Years of dreaming, eyes filled, I can see Clouds part, mist lifted into shafts of sunlight. Wheel of existence, movement, hearts rhythm. Shed the grave name, in a birth of senses, infinite breath. The grave name, the name I carry through life. Rebirth, ash, sighs, accepting the urn of remains. A cup of rain, drink from a handful of rain. Earth beset,this rest eternal. Someday the past will retire. As we grow into the calling wind of final liberation.
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my favorite word is wow
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I love the smell of drums/space in the morningIt's sounds like a parade is going by There is the sound of a child swinging On a very loudly squeaking swing And I can't tell if it is in the music Or coming from outside my window Someone walks by bouncing a basketball And it folds into the rhythms from the stereo I walk into the other room as a bus rounds the turn and its like a bass bomb, no that was a bass bomb and now here comes Jerry's guitar, crawling like a snake up the broken stone steps of a castle's tower with the top blown off so you can see the sky, and its a moonless night; you can see the planets each with its own color and the constellations get up and play around the sky until the sound of a dump truck firing at the moment the green flash hits you from the horizon line dawn wipes them away but you know they are still there but you go home anyway take a shower and as you come out into the morning rays, you think to yourself I love the smell of drums/space in the morning
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Lone elk grazing in a dawn-lit misty mountain meadowDarkness sees the light approach and hides among the shadows I sit on a carpet green of grass and wild-flowers While butterflies go dancing by rejoicing in sun showers The rapids in the creek sing out in three-part harmony With snow-melt from the source it rushes on with youthful glee A raven glides on by hitching a ride upon a thermal And at the core of every thing resides a love eternal The sun sinks low and alpenglow illuminates the peaks I see the light and hear the truth that Mother Nature speaks
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The most powerful gift A connection to the spectrum light infinite. Tears of silence meld into a clarity of peace and understanding. Now the moments are left to strengthen a faith. A re-belief the joyful interactions will remain As more then memories for the sharing. Together Our heavenly orchestra perfects their art of healing, community and consciences. Kindness, is compassion as shade Welcomes their proper place under the soothing ease of a willow tree . Please accept us as we reach to be with you. II Love Prevail. As the flag of understanding was unfurled upon the highest plateau. For the townsfolk, friends and all good people to gather. Dancing in the spectrum of watercolor response. Emotions closer as a last tear goodbye prevailed in love. Of all that fundamental seraph can teach while in this life.
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People often speak in reverent tonesabout the speed of Light. I am not so easily impressed, when obviously Dark is faster than Light. You want proof? Well, here you go. Where ever Light goes, Dark is already there. I'm more impressed by the power of Light. Where ever Light goes, Dark leaves, and only comes slinking back in when Light moves on. Dark may be faster, but Dark is a coward. Light is bold, and emboldening. And it's in no particular hurry. Conversation is always more interesting than recitation, so speak your mind and not someone else's.
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It is safe to come out nowthe skies are all clear the lions and tigers and bears have all gone home to count their cake and we are left to crawl out of these holes in the ground unseen, rubbled craters, smoking earth; razed by the last administrators. It is safe to come out now, you thinkers, you poets, you dreamers; the scary faced clowns have left the stage muttering dark thoughts over their shoulders they slink off into the ignominy of history but we still too shaken to believe are stuck in the language of yesterday. It is safe to come out now, you can draw, dance, freely speak your mind. In fact it is highly recommended For we will need your best dreams To dream our way through this next stretch of road. It is safe to come out now, All is clear.
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Is wow, wow man . Beutiful words folks !! I love these poems you guy`s are fantastic !! Thank you all !! Peace and sunshine to all ..