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  • January 2, 2021 - 6:04am
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    thank

    thank for that :)
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  • August 16, 2020 - 5:59am
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    From touch to touch

    Each moment individual separate, never touching.
    A space, a breath, three sneezes, and a bless you.
    Pristinely rough, the challenge is that
    Nothing ever happens.
    Free and clear, nothing touches you,
    Nothings touching me.
    In golden light fading, we watch
    Our faces becoming drawn,
    Revealing parents and lizards and tigers inside.
    The heart is like cement.
    Oh so easy to get harder and harder,
    Until the only solution is to
    Take a sledgehammer to it,
    And smithereen it back into tenderness.
    Ive missed being here, its good being back,
    Although being forced back into the
    Digi world was unwelcome, here I is back in it.

    Lots of love, be strong and upright for the people
    Around you to be supported by.

    Andy

  • June 24, 2019 - 1:13pm
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    Thanks for that. Really hit…

    Thanks for that. Really hit home with a lot of stuff I've been going through. Now pass the Kleenex box please.

  • June 21, 2019 - 11:38am
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    Dear Dennis

    Made me cry like a baby too. Beautifully written life experience.
    And Congratulations on your 40 yrs with your loved one! That's no small feat.

    Take care
    Joe

  • June 21, 2019 - 6:47am
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    Slo Lettuce - Bangin' Away

    Hey Man, kiss off. First thing in the morning, not even a cup of coffee in me and now you got me crying like a baby. I don't need this.

    Thanks, that was really nice. Very true. This September will mark 40 years with my wife. Talk about a long strange trip :-)

  • June 20, 2019 - 5:14pm
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    Making Love

    Not a poem, but beautiful nonetheless:

    In the seventies, you and I called it "having sex" or just "doing it," and we did it wherever and whenever we could: in the shower, on an air mattress in a tent, in saggy beds in cheap motels.
    Somewhere in the eighties it became making love. Our honeymoon lovemaking was the best ever: in a real bed with no one to interrupt us. We were going to do this forever. In the nineties we did it on a schedule: calendars and thermometers and keeping track. After the babies, making love meant keeping promises. It was as routine as you putting on the suit and tie and shaving every morning, and me doing laundry and having dinner on the table every night.
    The babies grew up and left home.
    After 2005 making love was you saying I was beautiful even though I was vomiting and bald, and my skin was gray.
    In 2008 it was your turn. Sex was out of the question. Making love was me changing dressings and cleaning the drainage tubes as gently as I could.
    By 2012 making love was just this:
    lying beside you, our hands touching knuckle to knuckle;
    smiling and crying; letting the morphine do its job;
    saying good-bye.

    - T.M.

  • August 25, 2018 - 8:34am
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    A New, Clear, Holy Cause?
    Pompeo erupted when told to hit the road. Korea will be m*a*s*h*d if Trump unlocks and unloads.
  • August 22, 2018 - 1:52pm
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    Feel For The Refugee (continued)
    Empathy is not pathologicalAs refugees run from the gangster’s wrath They support an aging demographical So immigration is a logical path. There’s a cost to Costa Rica When hunger hounds El Salvador Where’s the salvation for Guatemala In the clamor for our vice amor. We once beckoned with a beacon Now we behave so insecure When we grow older and weaken We will have wished more help were here. Our history has an oft whited bend As the land turns a little more brown Once natives were bled and branded red men But that’s past dark for those northern bound.
  • August 16, 2018 - 3:38am
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    Women Rule
    Sadat with Begin and Gandhi ‘fore KingNations lost foundations to peace building But harmony isn’t how we or the world sing And blood’s still gushing like hot water springs. Bet on wise women for peace to have a chance Before the puppet does his shadow dance They addressed advantaged deviants’ advances Now give them a hand so each life enhances. Denigrated and denied for far too long Women aren’t playing good old boy songs Deeming to undo what the men did wrong Because man’s fighting unless doing bongs. Today’s woman will bring this cabal to tears Sweeping in souring deals ‘til the swamp clears Fair ladies will help to rebuff four gone years With a peace from justice and the touch to fear.
  • August 13, 2018 - 1:06pm
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    All true - immigrants are not the enemy.
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St. Stephen will remainAll he's lost he shall regain Seashore washed by the suds and the foam Been here so long he's got to calling it home
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Mirror the mind infinite, reflect the heart eternal, thus begins the vision within Witness a fabled constellation, internalize anonymity, simple as a star. Daylight's inclusive pure view, interpenetrated its after-land's firmament Mortal sun Integrated in a glimmer's intuitive after fade. Bringing beginning's upon this spectrum of definition Intricate insights, return unto an ever present simplicity. Transcribe the gradual dissipation, naively neutralize what was once Solitude, forgiven in reflection, of blessed senses, Ah compassionate heart and gentle mind. Where forth to be seen, agreeing at eye contact, this colorful uniqueness. The beholder transcends the rain of tears, absolving specks, planks, and splinters. Let heaven be, its own reflection, nightfall fades closer Spontaneous consideration, They're to be here, they're to be accepted
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Mirror the mind infinite, reflect the heart eternal, thus begins the vision within Witness a fabled constellation, internalize anonymity, simple as a star. Daylight's inclusive pure view, interpenetrated its after-land's firmament Mortal sun Integrated in a glimmer's intuitive after fade. Bringing beginning's upon this spectrum of definition Intricate insights, return unto an ever present simplicity. Transcribe the gradual dissipation, naively neutralize what was once Solitude, forgiven in reflection, of blessed senses, Ah compassionate heart and gentle mind. Where forth to be seen, agreeing at eye contact, this colorful uniqueness. The beholder transcends the rain of tears, absolving specks, planks, and splinters. Let heaven be, its own reflection, nightfall fades closer Spontaneous consideration, They're to be here, they're to be accepted
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That last piece was so heavy,I didn't mind reading it twice....
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yes, that hit the spot good enough to read twice : ) thanks, JerseySchwartz
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No Left Turn Unstoned (Cardboard Cowboy/The Monster)Lyrics By: Phil Lesh When the cardboard cowboy dreams and his cornucopia Opens up the sky and blows my mind to the corners of [Far in bar rent shine] running beneath high trembling dove Leaving me transfixed and raving in the wake of the hammer blow On my way out of town I stumbled on the shards of a hungry [scream] And further up into the backdoor circle, where the [power and crystal sea] [Could this go rise by all allow brater] on the strength of an anguished sigh And a paranoid re-entry blanket flies sleeping on a sling shot ride As my patchwork [world/quilt] unravels, I ramble yes too high [From the looping antrobus with his magic meant so high] Shining out a masquerade from dawn to alpha plus Watching mashed potatoes dribble in the heat of reality's earth [For the intro doom from] running to him It wasn't ever so Turns the wall into the sky above me, there is no place to run
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aloneon the narrow mountain trail each step swishes the willows with prayer
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THE ONLY ONE (Fingers/Ogilvie) It makes you so angry, You rage and rage again But you can't spit it outside, it's bottled in your brain You feel it in the darkness, the rage inside you grow And you know you're a stranger, in the room below (Chorus:) There are no words to say just what it is you mean But if you feel it's real it's real it's real It makes you so angry, why can't they see red? Can no-one else imagine, what can't be said? You try to put it over, but that gets you nowhere You wouldn't have to bother, if you didn't care (Chorus) And as for all the rest, they think you're in a mess And say that the know best But you know better, you keep your temper It proves that you're still alive It makes you so angry, a rage that's all your own It makes you fell so lonely, but you're not alone For I still feel it that way, and he and she do too And it's enough for us to know, that it's enough to know. (Chorus) What you feel is real You're not the only one
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Dignify the Earth Cultivate the harvest, from the heart of the earth Produce the product the producer produces. From generation to generation we remain responsible for the land Beasts will help you master the fields, a hundred oxen godspeed the plow. Wind begins without indication, elements ever forming, remain unsettled Wilderness is wild with innovation, transfiguration turned clay into productive soil. The impossible becomes probable, the stubborn furrow yields The wisdom of the land is true to the earth. Astrologers conspire to name the stars after their inventions The plow and ox, the wind and the rain are theirs to command. Swing a nine pound hammer in cadence alongside the great locomotive Itinerant spirit's share a lonely dream, like minded travelers are never again lonely. Human versatility of good intentions return them home to a peaceful life, a good life Providing for family a loving wife, children hold close the promise of tomorrow How great this creator's god simplest inspiration determine it was sunlight. The sun's abundant, blue skies never looked bluer. ----
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Once it was a crimeNow it is a sacrament Times do change if you lounge about Long enough Waiting around for nothing Nothing comes too fast I am the king of nowhere Living off the scraps Of those who want it more Get there first Are a little bit hungrier Then this dreaming idiot Waiting around for nothing I feel we're almost there Setting the dogs loose On the tender hearts There's stains But they don't remain Jumping the fences Tipping the boats You could see it in his eyes His days were come and gone Now we are left to decide May we enjoy our place in Musical history The friends we've made The jokes we've shared Have served to elevate The consciousness We should all be very proud We stick together good And move on fine There is no problem Once we stop Drawing the lines
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I poured my heart into a cupYou chugged it down and spit it up My knees break down and whip my soul of your dusty floor And you turned around and asked for more Mirage women Stay away from me Go run and hide within the trees yes they are all green Mirage women oh so sparklin green Thought you were there, at nothing I stare And I turned around and I saw more Sit around Try to make me frown But I'm a clown, I run a mile for a simple smile Yes I'm a clown, I run a mile for a simple smile I can run awhile till I find more But you say someday my smile will fade Then I say someday the sun may smile on your day it will be mine anyway -Eddie Howard
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back to normal It was a long way down It was years until I felt My feet flaps down, And touching the ground Then I kept on going Down, down, down Into the ground Down into the fiery depths Where the wild haired Hell creatures live We sat and had a smoke But they can't leave And I had to go So up I swam Into the cosmic wind Until a place to sit Appeared under my fins So I shook off the feeling That someone was stealing me And realized I just wanted it All to work out for the best For every little bodhi Up into the sky I saw a shooting star I reached up to catch it But it flew right on by And right when I groaned And decided to miss it Here comes another Even brighter and faster Eyes glued to the sky Like some profitable scheme I learned to fly and Dream Can't hold back Just gotta say it I can't hold back Think I'm gonna dance Cause nothing good happens When I stop dancing
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One of my short poems, "Sweet Release", is slated for July publishing in the "Christian Science Sentinel". Just thought I would share that, it is a privilege to me that they feel to publish it. peace and music, Andy
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congrats Andy!
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Congratulations, Andy. Don't be abandoning us after you publish your first collection!
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wonderful news! Am so happy for you, and well deserved! :-) And we got to see them here! ********************************** By trying we can easily learn to endure adversity -- another man's I mean. Mark Twain
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thank you, when unable to express fully, I rely on the music to say it. "Big Railroad Blues 6:24 Grateful Dead 1984-04-27 Providence Civic Center" http://www.archive.org/details/gd1984-04-27.senn441.koucky.ladner.32619… most days, it's like a monkey on a typewriter, but somedays a butterfly flies out thankee, and I ain't going nowhere tils ya kicks me out
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baby cakes angel face that is what you are to me too soon old but never grown up you are a baby face angel wings and no disgrace angel face you are the whole world to me there is no one that I would rather with be and here you sleep beside me I move my arm You move your head Now we are resting In each others dreams Nestled into our hearts When do you ever get to join With your hearts' desire Angel face You bring light into my life Say the word, and we will part Otherwise we are joined forever Under the wings of Love divine We shine Angel face To hold you I must let you go You are a piece of my heart Angel face The beauty of which astounds me The intelligence of which keeps me round Baby cakes I will end this poem now As you are lying in the next room And I am a crazy man For sitting in here typing Until next time gentle reader Waste no time with trifles Let the love crystallize into diamond And be ground into diamond dust On the way
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If you have ever been outsidethe little mind You know Everything is fine If you ever went all the way back In time You know The axe just fell And all is well if you ever tripped over the cosmic power cord You know that love is the word And if you ever saw the ever shining sun With no cloud You know the time is now If you ever Stepped outside the little mind You know we are thoughts' pure expression If you ever left behind All time and space You know their is no Human race Just a dust cloud of maybes That burns baby burns leaving nothing behind not even a trace if you ever stepped outside the little mind You know the human never wins the race With empty hands, grasping at what Was never there Walk right out the weather's fine Outside of the little mind We never die beyond the confines Rainbows shooting out of your head Everything is fine Love divine
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34 Noble Ash Transubstantiate selfless actualization In preparation for meditation, projected upon the prayer sleeve. Liberate this unsettled lament, dismissed without answer Remembrance, both seen and unseen, inactive neglect astride the cornerstone. Reconciled aspect of transfiguration, breathe life into a dying amber Bread of presence, wine of substance, incense burns at the mausoleum steps. Of wind swept away, surpassing its promise to follow Light upon water, ash upon the alter, dusk upon its even fall. Cast your name upon the cross planks, sacrificing a dying world Mastering the art of servitude, honors the rights of passage. The innocent hath suffered actions of injustice and revenge Each creature's reborn in the creation of their after-land. Of these memories recreate the inevitable Leave them here forth forever after. Please be at peace. respect the heart of the earth Lay down in the hands of new angels. Past transgressions breath outside your self the lost and found, play hide and seek
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Tears of Redemption Forgive as those forgave the responsive prayers’ of no promise. The night gave way denying their anonymous sacrifice. Delicate regret of gods grey image whose randomness lacked mercy. If only they believed in how they belonged. Recognizable common ground where measured voices appease meditations resolve. Burden of paradise transcends an ancient aspect of a native garden. Wilderness drizzle free from delusions of comedy and tragedy. Useless denial that Self-truths are self-taught. A desert stream formed from a Thousand tears. Fountains of rebirth, reflection hewn from discarded cornerstone. Sagacious watercourse estuary redemption Ever flowing river of forgiveness heart’s of universal current. Tears of tranquility leave only silence Tears of atonement there’s mercy at the well
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Rocky pillow where I lay my headPine boughs make my bed Dreams can die But mine aren't dead Flying to a line No one can see Truth be told Effortlessly the three poisons drift by the waterfall where I rest my thought Eye already saw and took care of this Poisons of self: desire ignorance, and anger, three Don't do nothing for me If you found the Harmony Fly be free If you've got the thirst You'll do the time Here in the dream Where love is a crime ah ah ah Is all I've got to say I agree with nothing that comes this way This mortal life to me is only the supposed existence of something other than reality I look beyond the impermanence nothing real is impermanent I turn my gaze elsewhere than this place For permanence The idea of a rose, and a man, has always been the same, and it always will, eternity it Don't ever change that is where I be Rocky pillow where I lay my head Pine boughs make my bed Dreams can die but mine aren't dead
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the albatross from birdland he swung to and fro with a plastic horn showing up all late and bleary eyed but no one could stand his sound still no one can outshine it He could make it shimmer all around the albatross from birdland and at yasgurs' farm when jimi broke open the day with sounds from heaven to hell and back and from beyond no one can stand where that man stands for now time warner stamping ground the albatross from birdland build him a ladder and he climb right up and jump right off and he fly like a bird why do we treat so roughly the light sent to this world? he went around across the planet the albatross from birdland when do you leave it all for the next crowd to understand do you still look down with your singular grin? always putting your best thought forward and walking the line the albatross from birdland We've had time enough For a new bird to land And a new shoulder to stand on His heart must be so kind For the bird to land For the bird to land the albatross from birdland
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Dancing In The Dark / Bruce Springsteen I get up in the evening, and I ain't got nothing to say I come home in the moring, I go to bed feeling the same way I ain't nothing but tired, man I'm just tired and bored with myself Hey there baby, I could use just a little help You can't start a fire, you can't start a fire without a spark This gun's for hire even if we're just dancing in the dark Message keeps getting clearer, radio's on and I'm moving round the place I check myself out in the mirror, I wanna change my clothes my hair my face Man I ain't getting nowhere, just sitting in a dump like this There's something happening somewhere baby, I just know that there is You can't start a fire, you can't start a fire without a spark This gun's for hire even if we're just dancing in the dark You sit around getting older, there's a joke here somewhere and it's on me I'll shake this world off my shoulders, come on baby, this laugh's on me Stay on the streets of this town, and they'll be carving you up alright They say you got to stay hungry, hey baby, I'm just about starving tonight I'm dying for some action, I'm sick of sitting 'round here trying to write this book I need a love reaction, come on now baby give me just one look You can't start a fire, you can't start a fire without a spark This gun's for hire even if we're just dancing in the dark Hey baby!
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Many human dream problemsarise from the simple error of 'out=looking' spiritual seeing is absolutely always 'in-looking' in any problematic situation, the problems I am having with my self demand 24 hour a day 7 day a week constant attention I have no time for looking out at others' faults Unless, and of course if, they ask me to My own human barrenness of affection Bites my heel and shadows my way However, in the 'in-looking' The constant insistence on the 'in-looking' leads me to the desired mountaintop And the view that is vast and total 360 degress spherically forever in all directions the mountaintop of LOVE is REAL up the steep trail of LOVE your ENEMY crowns the glory of on high breaks the prison chains and instead of discussing the vagaries of prison food from in between the bars I can say How may I help you? Have you also been caught up In the crazy 'out-looking'? May I guide your eyes Once again inside While you regain your upright stature I'll wait beside the waters
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I FOUGHT THE LAW (Sonny Curtis) Breakin' rocks in the ... hot sun I Fought the Law and the ... law won I Fought the Law and the ... law won I needed money, 'cause I ... had none I Fought the Law and the ... law won I Fought the Law and the ... law won I left my baby and I feel so bad I guess my race is run Well, she's the best girl ... I've ever had I Fought the Law and the ... law won I Fought the Law and the ... law won Robbin' people with a . . . SIX gun I Fought the Law and the ... law won I Fought the Law and the ... law won I miss my baby and the ... good fun I Fought the Law and the ... law won I Fought the Law and the ... law won I left my baby and I feel so bad I guess my race is run But, she's the best girl ... I've ever had I Fought the Law and the ... law won I Fought the Law and the ... law won
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Victim or the Crime Lyrics By: Gerrit Graham Patience runs out on the junkie The dark side hires another soul Did he steal his fate or earn it Was he force-fed, did he learn it Whatever happened to his precious self control Like him I'm tired of trying to heal This tom-cat heart with which I'm blessed Is destruction loving's twin Must I choose to lose or win Maybe when my turn comes I will have guessed These are the horns of the dilemma What truth is proof against all lies When sacred fails before profane The wisest man is deemed insane Even the purest of romantics compromise What fixation feeds this fever As the full moon pales and climbs Am I living truth or rank deceiver Am I the victim or the crime Am I the victim or the crime Am I the victim or the crime Or the crime And so I wrestle with the angel To see who'll reap the seeds I sow Am I the driver or the driven Will I be damned to be forgiven Is there anybody here but me who needs to know What it is to face this fever As the full moon pales and climbs Am I living truth or rank deceiver Am I the victim or the crime Am I the victim or the crime Am I the victim or the crime Or the crime
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When will the day comewhen all humans live as one and hate is vanquished? Conversation is always more interesting than recitation, so speak your mind and not someone else's.
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Taliban bullet flysPast my eyes Concrete dust motes swim in sunlight
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Let the Sunshine in -- James Rado, Jerome Ragni We starve, look at one another, short of breath Walking proudly in our winter coats Wearing smells from laboratories Facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy Listening for the new told lies With supreme visions of lonely tunes Somewhere, inside something there is a rush of Greatness, who knows what stands in front of Our lives, I fashion my future on films in space Silence tells me secretly Everything Everything Manchester, England, England Manchester, England, England Across the Atlantic Sea And I'm a genius, genius I believe in God And I believe that God believes in Claude That's me, that's me, that's me We starve, look at one another, short of breath Walking proudly in our winter coats Wearing smells from laboratories Facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy Listening for the new told lies With supreme visions of lonely tunes Singing our space songs on a spider web sitar Life is around you and in you Answer for Timothy Leary, dearie Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in The sunshine in Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in The sunshine in Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in The sunshine in Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in The sunshine in Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in The sunshine in Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in The sunshine in Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in The sunshine in Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in The sunshine in Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in The sunshine in
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Midnight sound bite The mountain ridges look like Interlocking fingers Folded hands With each ridge a Softer shade of blue To the peak Clothed in a cloud Weighing the options Who's gonna Make it to the end Mud and gravel make a road I walk on Cities of snails The lupine smiles Yellow butterflies Intertwine in time Dylan's crickets Still singing in rhyme How to stand clear of The beast ripping into itself Every opinion gets Swept away Into trance The pine trees slowly sway Spreading sweet balsam smell Far and wide Whispering Love has already Turned the tide Doing the math No matter how bad The fear media Says it is Love has already Turned the tide Set the error on its side And won the day Peace reigns Supreme Mossy rock Slowing water On its fall Splashing sunlight Over all.
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Why would anyone want a heavenwhere all this really happened? Where the world, in all its sordid glory, Actually exists, more than in our dream, And all the terrible disasters Actually happened? I do not think many do, most seem to yearn for a reality where none of the bad happened Reality is such, none of the bad, and none of the good, of the world But what is there, we can again Call good, with a new meaning Are you fighting for a love that could ever include hate? Love is without hate, And pure; Good is without evil, And heaven is beyond and clear of This transitory dream world As it darkens smokes and dies Is there really Any one left Wondering why? We choose to appreciate or we choose to judge And the world then seen Is very much different indeed Same city, different state of mind. Do we want a reality Where all the murderous rages Are as real as the Golden Rule Or the Four Noble truths? No, those thoughtless acts of hateful ignorance never happened in heaven While all the selfless caring Acts you yourself continue Doing up to this very moment reflect the very reality That no eye can see We have all been enlightened all along And every caring act However much we try to hide it behind a gruff exterior Still reflects the eternal Spiritual reality of course you know that So what is the problem? Where is the problem? It was always Just a cloud In front of my eyes A black dot That grew too large until I couldnt see Love is the endless Deep blue sky Clouds, unreal, Pass by.
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Least of Ashes Demand to die dignified it’s our birthright. Accepting terms, embracing the universal tear. O weary duration, respite in a grasp of daybreak. Gathered in the collective of noble sorrow. Immutable finality, cornerstone anon. Windward tranquility, surpassed as a shadow’s inheritance. Remains unfettered in a blessed sense of neutrality. This is it, there it is, liberation in the mysteries nuance. Firmament evaporating upon the eyes. Void is perfect, dismissed without closure. Transpired upon the surface where sway is spent, in a breath replete. . II Of these memories, none are yours. Lone survivor of the dying years. Ashen angels fall from the hands of the helpless. Seraph retinue remains seen and unseen. Sunrise rebukes the grey. Vespers, native prayer sleeve, individual aspect of transfiguration. Save your grave name for the rights of passage. Redemptions fortune, causeway path at the gates of ages‘. Opaque nothingness surfaced an unconfirmed entireness. The immortal sun, reconciles its after-land, Last to be suffered are to be reborn never again. Continuum complete ere long, forever after. Least of ashes are called upon the wind ------- (Tell me all that you know I'll show you snow and rain)
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it's a simple math decisionbetween addition or division when the way looks dark and scary and the dark clouds loom overhead we get to the point where we just want to give in if we all pull together now and hold hands we will make it all go away holding hands means love and love means addition breaking down means fear and fear means division if we push to see through all our differentness we will make it to the universal and though we retain our individual characters our personalities disappear if we have wandered away from the family and find ourselves around a strange campfire with no dancing but for the beady eyes join together and hold hands or dance alone through the night the love you shine not yours or mine but it will light the way in night or day until the eyes are twinkling the hearts are warm and the laughter is everywhere. its a simple math decision between addition or division ah the ego will lie and tell you the divisive view is the gold standard and cause you to relate everything to hate yes but that is folly for that were never true if you watch all the mosaics of space through time you will notice one tile never changes color grab it dont let go that is the golden strand that is you and me floating free looking down now on zombie land where we seem to still be holding hands holding hands means love love is together now it is a simple math decision between addition or division.
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quiet on the insidethe towering pines tracks quickly swept away only snowshoes work here inside this mountain bowl there's not even the sound of a chainsaw quiet on the inside I play with the lion and the bear Out here where there is no fear We frolic and prance Making the shadows dance All night long quiet on the inside the thunder peals the pets draw near I gather the family Into my loving arms We all feel safe And warm quiet on the inside no more storms to blow I let it all go Back into the nothing That it come from the only waves that crash against my door is when someone thinks of what is and goes, yeah! the rest I ignore so quiet on the inside nobody knows I wasn't even there thought traveling don't need no strand no more my bags I dont need to unpack when I'm quiet on the inside looking for the third time the first was for me the second was for you the third rose I laid for the world quiet on the inside
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War--Norman Whitfield & Barrett Strong War! huh-yeah What is it good for? Absolutely nothing Uh-huh War! huh-yeah What is it good for? Absolutely nothing Say it again y'all War! huh good God What is it good for? Absolutely nothing Listen to me? Ohhh? War! I despise Because it means destruction? Of innocent lives War means tears to thousands of mothers eyes When their sons go to fight and lose their lives I said - War! Huh Good God y'all What is it good for? Absolutely nothing Say it again War! Whoa, Lord ... What is it good for Absolutely nothing Listen to me? War! It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker War! Friend only to the undertaker War! It's an enemy to all mankind The thought of war blows my mind War has caused unrest in the younger generation Induction then destruction- Who wants to die? Ohhh? War Good God y'all What is it good for? Absolutely nothing Say it, Say it, Say it War! Uh-huh Yeah - Huh! What is it good for? Absolutely nothing Listen to me? War! It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker War! It's got one friend, that's the undertaker War has shattered many a young mans dreams Made him disabled bitter and mean Life is much to precious to spend fighting wars these days War can't give life, it can only take it away War! Huh Good God y'all What is it good for? Absolutely nothing Say it again War! Whoa, Lord ... What is it good for Absolutely nothing Listen to me? War! It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker War! Friend only to the undertaker Peace Love and Understanding; tell me, is there no place for them today? They say we must fight to keep our freedom But Lord knows there's got to be a better way War! Huh Good God y'all What is it good for? You tell me Say it, Say it, Say it War! Huh Good God y'all What is it good for? Stand up and shout it. Nothing!
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words are to ideasas the world is to reality
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when it all dissolves and disappearswhen you're so blind that you can't see your hand in front of your eyes that's not a dream that is real this here world is the dream living from the blind spot never missing one drop licking up the spoon right before I jump over the moon you missed a spot no I didn't the two sides of the same coin rose up, kissed and were gone leaving nothing, for in that instant a fountain shot up from somewhere inside it felt like compassion for all and the vision to see the true it was here all the time but it couldn't be seen for all the up and down the good and bad the light and dark the bills to pay the human concerns this is the day they all went away dwarfed into nothing by the vast endlessness the Allness coming out from Love I may look blind but I can see I may not seem to know the difference But I know what is good And that's enough for me When you let it all go the little puny runt runs off anyway he ain't your friend come inside the soft chewy center of Love.
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I woke this morningReady to go Hopped in my Chevy and turned on the radio We headed south Blown by the breeze Along the ocean into the Redwood trees The bears were smilin' And so was I We crossed the Klamath at the Humboldt County line Past Prairie Creek And Big Lagoon Into Arcata just about high noon Ridin' high We're gonna fly Tonight Picked up my ticket For the show Walked to the Plaza Where everybody goes The air was warm The sky was blue The grass was green And plenty of it too After awhile We went to chill Out on the Mad River Everything was still Then it was time To turn the page Pulled in a parking lot Practically backstage Ridin' high Ready to fly Tonight Picked up my guitar And popped a brew Sat on a ledge And played to the band and crew Till it was time For the show Into the theatre And up to the front row All ready for Somethin' new To make me smile And take away my blues And then we danced With pure delight And loving smiles Till they bid us a goodnight Flying high No time to cry Tonight 7/29/10
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hey oold mantake me down that road one more time with the planting and growing God bless contractual obligations dont drink from that cup dont try to hold the lightning let it pass through it will use you the beasts will mock you let them mock you they cant hurt you they are not real to you dont drink from that cup if you cant pass the test if you already did hold on bobby we'll take care of the rest mumble out some nothings do a couple aimless circles what is with those pants I don't know how I come upon this but it fall Into my hands son of mine shine my love I know you well It's been a while oold man take me down that same old road again I know it well the same old familiar twists and turns dont drink from the cup if you dont like peace lightning and if you do I dont have to tell you hey oold man take me down that road again
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shine on there is always only one thing to do shine on whether things seem to be going well or ill shine on when the picture looks bleak and your frame is tired and worn shine on when your eyes are tired and you can't see through the fog shine on anybody can smile when they are happy shine on through the night through the fright shine on we can see to proceed by the light coming off your moon shine on when things look worst shine on what else you gonna do but learn how to do it as you take your place last in line shine on if every body gets in to the show before you that is the happiest for you shine on
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shhhhh thats the sound of the world going on without you ah, so beautiful I have heard it many times before like the back side of a train pulling its load like the sound of sagebrush in the wind she's working her way through the crowd pulling down all the best apples from the tree sitting on the bus everybody's angry at each other because nobody respects each other the bus driver said to noone turned out to be a nice day he said again, noone blinked so he started to whistle why let urban indifference affect his down home attitude plums so soft you can suck out the pit flies trying to catch a ride upstairs in the elevator turning from love why be surprised when the glass grows dark why you trying so hard just to be yourself? shhhhh thats the sound of the world going on without you
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who's in chargeof all the beeping I can't tell the difference between the street sweeper and the sound of my stalker breaching the firewall meant to penetrate they do penetrating my consciousness to no good end my associative cortex is left to run around like a chicken with two no-heads trying to interpret every different beep and squeak maybe it's just a chair backing up I enjoy when the Seastones and the street paver can't be told apart which one is shaking the floor? but who is in charge of all the beeping??? every car every door every security system every phone every walk signal put on your seatbelt! even something called a beeper why does my atm machine make the Woody Woodpecker sound? sitting in the car with no seat belt and not answering the phone ah, what cacophony! I condemn to oblivion every beep, post-Road Runner he gets to beep anytime he wants I said so my world beep away little flightless bird the rest of it blah he was always one of those guys who you realized later left the room just before the trouble started thanks man I could really stand to hear the sound of your guitar right about now the most exciting melodic sense ever ever so old man who's in charge of all the beeping it's how I know everybody's sleeping or we would put a stop to all this beeping
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the way jerry's guitar movesthrough my consciousness in the good times it is a celebration song but in the bad times I wouldnt want to I don't know how to I really couldn't live without it I tried before 65 it was bad my life without music was more than sad then a bubble came near like the one the good witch rides in on in the Wizard of Oz the bubble approached and spoke it said i am music come into me live inside me I ran in to it like it was a landed spaceship finally! I cried take me OUT of here! no, it said, I dont change your location Andy give me a chance if you dont like it step outside back into the world without music NO! I said, I am good in the bubble I'll be right over here if anyone wants or needs or just wants to jam so I am living in the bubble of Universal tone and along comes this crazed gent with a black tee and a chili dog man he could wail in the good times it was a celebration song in the bad times like now I couldnt get along without the sound of your guitar
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Shine on,bus driver,beep beep enter the dragon. Four suite poems,hit the spot today !!!! Write on , Free Idea , write on....
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i wait in the shadows as she contemplates my existance. perhaps she does not see.lead by deciept and the promise of green pastures . i become just a distant memory desperatly maintaining.a posistion in her landscape. a fear that the artist with a soft stroke of the brush covers over any proof that i alone once guided her hand. alas the tears i shed trying to wash away that which has hidden me from view create new colors . i wonder does she see . or know . to be continued
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It's for evernow or never There's no mr in between dont look for a halfway position when you're making your decision its all or nothing if it is not love it be hate everything flows from one or the other it's always now or never there is no blend one never touches the other its for ever now or never it is pedal to the metal rip off the rear view mirror there is no halfway you hit the bullseye or drift endlessly let us live forever in the center enjoying the moment it will always be now or never let's get dinner I know a place I love you You love me We keep letting weeks go by let's get dinner it's for ever now or never