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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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Set me free Set me freeWhy must it take so much time Like an endless wave over the ocean Set me free set me free Like the wind through the trees, Like a flower unfolding eternally; Set me free set me free It was all building to something That's what you promised me Set me free set me free Why didn't you tell me it was something That my eyes could never see; Set me free set me free Hah, you caught me looking, now I see you looking back at me Set me free set me free Like the light from a diamond That's just too bright to see Set me free set me free You told me that the world that we can see Is but a symbol of the true reality Set me free set me free Get me out of this cage Immediately Set me free set me free That's what a liitle birdie said to me I said here's the key Set me free set me free.
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The cherry blossoms ...Decorate the garden floor. Though, the caretaker ... Doesn't live here any more. The song birds sing ... Till the break of dawn. Then go off and bring ... What was once upon. All come where there welcome. Now they seldom ever come ... They seldom ever come ... Now in despair. Feel it in the air. Frozen in ice. No sacrifice. No one has spoken. The peace is broken. Buried beneath. Underneath ... The snow. This you know. The cherry blossoms ... Decorate the garden floor. Though, the caretaker ... Doesn't live here any more. Spring will arrive ... And come alive. Nothing changed ... Is left un-arranged. Now in despair ... Feel it in the air. Lilies below ... Wait to grow. No one has spoken. The peace is broken. All tears shed. In fear, dead. The cherry blossoms... Decorate the garden floor. Though, the caretaker ... Doesn't live here any more. No, not anymore! Copyright 1995
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Well, let's see, if he's got anything leftI just had to get that one offa my chest Seemed like forever, but now that you're here I want to dive into your ocean And whisper in your ears But if you're gonna have any more Of those brilliant ideas Like falling in love with me And leaving me in tears Please won't you please Run them by me I can't wait to see; I can't wait to see If he's got anything left Just had to get that one Offa my chest Just like that, with no regrets All I know about that, is for me, She's the best, don't want no more So what, what, what! are you waiting for To dive into my ocean And run acroos my shore But if you're gonna have Anu more of those brilliant ideas Like falling in love with me And leaving me in tears Please won't you please Run them by me I can't wait to see I can't wait to see.
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Walking down such a lonely roadSometimes it seems that you haven't got a friend Now you know that in the deepest hole Of the darkest hell, you can find me there And I'll still know that you love me And sing silly songs to the wind Get a foot up And lose a leg Time is on the side of death It takes a miracle to live So excuse me if I err On the side of thinking you were there I was only wondering, Because I never knew That walking down such a lonely road Sometimes it seems that you haven't got a friend Now you know that in the deepest hole Of the darkest hell, you can find me there Singing silly songs to the wind.
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Ok, we have arrived at the end of this particular song/poem cycle. It has been posted here as a thankyou to one, Robert Hunter, for jumping off a cafeteria table and bear-hugging me, for no apparent reason. It was ten years ago now, I was bunking in the local shelter, and trying to find a better way. Thanks, Robert, you are a good man. These are the kinds of things that keep us going when we are down. So, GOOD NIGHT, AUSTIN TEXAS, where ever you are, - andy
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sitting on the rock, on a windless autumn day;a bubble pops, there's a ripple on the pond, then a stretch of silence no chipmunk could ignore; there's no ripple on the pond no more; the silence stretches out, not a leaf stirs; the fire red maple in the ponds' reflection; zigzaggy waterbug skates through the scene, near a circling dragonfly making her rounds; a bubble pops, maybe its a frog; there's a ripple on the pond on a windless autmun day sitting on the rock.
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10/1/08 Standing here by the ocean Waves roll in an endless motion Almost thought I had a notion Like when dreams come true Stopped to take a look around Listening for the sound Try to find some common ground I'd give it all to you But there I go again Out searchin' for a friend Waiting for you to plant a seed I just had to let you know I won't ever let you go Love is all we'll ever need Standing here by the ocean Far away from the commotion Looking at an empty cup That only love can fill
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it's all just a lot of blah blah blah,on this side of the mountain; if you're not walking on the water, or raising up the dead; then it's all just a lot of blah blah blah; heard it all before, got to go now got no time for silly nonsense, that's a good theory, now prove it to me, kind brotherman; you got no bank account here we've seen your type face before gonna get the kind bro chilldown the innie family freeze out so cold that it burns; but if you need to feel like you belong, you just walk along the edges skirt along the fringes; always outside living, and sideways glancing, seems ok for now; it's so easy to forget that it's all just a lot of blah blah blah if you're not walking on the water or raising up the dead; it's all just a lot of blah blah blah; the only family we belong to is the family we are all in.
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Parade Cool & Relaxed the beat cat wore a white hat.
Thinking over what was once left to remember. Learn to walk all over again, redeveloping innate skills. Summer night regain ever developing sense of something still going on. Fraud system, turn back the peoples champion.
Perpetrated by predatory courts, a king appointed. The roll of the dice, mother patriotism rejects war, as an option. Caskets shipped home in boxcars. Re-enter a work force against innovation, medical technology, fuel independence. While on this earth attempt reconciliation, maintaining angles in the darkness. Return a smile with nothing to say. From towers declare victory, outside a parade of failure. How long will the failing last? As long will we watch what passes.
 I Approve I am Jesus and I approve of this war. I am the Constitution and I approve of the dismantling of the American way of life. I am Florida and I approve of voter fraud. I am a Pig and I approve of this mud. I am the Supreme Court and I approve of being loaded. I am your President and I approve of my shit eating grin. I am a Carbon based fuel and I approve of this global quality of transportation. I am the Tax code and I approve of this corporate welfare. I am Human and I approve of this exploitation. I am Allah and I approve of this beheading. I am the Earth and I approve of this treatment. I am Jesus and I approve of this war --------- Another reason not to vote for. Vote no promise. Vote for if they. Vote told you so. Vote for no other reason. Vote for the right reason. Vote symbolic offering. Vote intangible truth. Vote lesser of three evils. Vote fools warning. Vote maybe next time, maybe never again. ------
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Looking down from aboveWe see the same old pleas It's the first argument you'll see when you leave reality; Mine's the one, yours is done I am the one, look what yours has done its been like that since you all Started to build a tower and tried to touch the sky isn't it enough that There is only Life perfect and everlasting you don't have to fight for it it comes perpetually free from my fountain isn't it enough that I hold all intelligence Truth and beauty in my hand isn't it enough that I made you perfect Perfect harmless and free There is only Life I never left anyone out of the Truth You have full authority to look out upon the world as I do There is only Life You can see what I see You are all good ideas forever in perfect harmony Now look down, see what I mean? it's the first argument you'll see, if you're leaving reality. Why? because it is the limit of the finite concept, it can come no further. it is left to argue this most pointless of points "Which word is better with which to refer to Me?" But let your thought raise up and see, everyone who makes it past there, is here with Me. To look out from Truth, and welcome everyone home. I dont care what name you call me, your religions are a false honor at best. Dont sell yourself short; I made you, so I made you perfect, not mortal like the fatally flawed way you fashioned yourself. The way I made you, you understand. You deadhead people, you've seen me, you called me "Infinity" Eternity" Creativity" All correct, but then mostly you forgot about what you saw when human life got hard. biggo mistako. I am MOST here for you when you have driven yourself into hard times. You deadheadios should of all, know where to find Me. And if you could at least remember, I'm never on any of your sides, you have to be on My side. Infinite Divine Love. Thats all you should need to know. isnt that enuogh? There is only Life.
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the lost kittens of paradiseits so sad when reality when reality is just a phase or worse a drug craze you came so close only to get spun off into space leaving no trace what we build on the flood side gets washed away every day when we build on our solid side it stays it stays the lost kittens of paradise walking around with strings around their necks being led by a streetkid who thinks God is trey open your eyes open your mind its your last best chance to hop the soul train its leaving every day
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Baby's in the back seat, takin' off her shoesI'm drinking courage, vodka and juice She says she wants to do it, if I know the moves Baby's in the back seat, givin' me the blues Baby's in the back seat, straightenin' up her hair I was gonna do it, but she said she didn't care If I didn't get her home on time, her dad won't let her date Now baby's in the back seat, baby, please don't be late Baby's in the back seat, lookin' in the mirror Everytime I look at her, the future's gettin' clearer Her daddy's mad, my daddy's glad That his boy's a daddy now And baby's in the back seat, suckin' on her thumb Baby and me, see how far we have come Baby's in the back seat, crankin' up a smile And now I know, we're ridin' in style Cause baby's in the back seat, kickin' off her shoes Baby's in the back seat, givin' me the blues
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floatingfloating on an ocean of salt like phosphorescent jellyfish floating rolling rolling down the road like an old red and white pickup truck rolling finding finding what we're after after all these years finding just being just being like an old yellow coat waiting on the wall just being glowing glowing like a flashing summer fire fly glowing seeing seeing all that could be everywhere seeing hearing hearing the music in the air the sparkles in your hair hearing floating floating on an ocean of salt like phosphorescent jellyfish floating
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I don't feel wasted at allI feel perfect How do you explain that I feel perfect 3 am darkness I feel perfect Not prepared for hatred though I know it's out there But I can't change this it feels perfect Right now in my thought I feel perfect Don't ask me about An hour from now Because right now I feel perfect
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One by one I wander through empty rooms and closets full of candles ....searching
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HAVE YOU LOST YOUR WAYDID YOU FORGET HOW TO PLAY ARE YOU LOOKING FOR THE LIGHT BUT ONLY FIND NIGHT IS THE MUSIC BUT A MEMORY THAT YOU CAN’T QUITE SEE FADING AWAY IN THE BREEZE LIKE A MOMENTARY SQUEEZE YOU CAN’T FEEL IT ANYMORE BUT YOU DID ONCE BEFORE ESCAPING YOUR ARM’S REACH LIKE THE TIDE FROM THE BEACH FURTHER, FURTHER AWAY IT GOES ONLY THOSE WHO STILL HEAR IT KNOWS WHERE ITS SWEET REFRESHMENT FLOWS THEY DRINK IT IN AND SOAK THEIR TOES CRISP AND COOL, THE ELIXIR OF LIFE PLUNGING DEEP LIKE A SURGEONS KNIFE REMOVING THE HURT, RELEASING THE PAIN FREEING YOUR SOUL TO RIDE ON THE TRAIN ARE’NT YOU GLAD YOU CAN LISTEN TO IT STILL GOING ROUND AND ROUND, A PART OF THE WHEEL SPINNING AND TWIRLING AND SMILING AND FREE BECAUSE YOU HAVE ACCESS TO THE SKELETON KEY OR ARE YOU ONE OF THE LONELY PEOPLE LIKE AN ABANDONED CHURCH WHICH LOST ITS STEEPLE STILL BEAUTIFUL INSIDE BUT PAINFUL TO SEE KNOWING WHAT IT ONCE USED TO BE HOLDING THE GHOSTS OF PROMISES UNFULFILLED A JAGGED WOUND NEVER EVER TO BE HEALED JUST THE SHELL OF WHAT WAS, NOW EMPTY AND SAD NO LONGER SHINING WITH THE LIGHT IT HAD THE BAND NEVER STOPPED PLAYING THEIR SONG YOU NEVER REALLY STOPPED DANCING ALONG THE STARS WERE ALWAYS GLISTENING YOU ONLY FORGOT TO KEEP ON LISTENING JUST FOR A LITTLE WHILE NOW, THERES NOTHING LEFT TO DO BUT SMILE, SMILE, SMILE Tim
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Delicate Wings Wings of flight Physically change over-night Metamorphose the rights of passage. Believe it's time to follow the wind Accept this unconditional compromise Witness this earth's commitment Blessed strength a last day of paradise. What happened to yesterdays promise? It was in heavens discretion seraph sent to arrive, set to leave, Light, nothingness, being, actualized in a sense of oneness. All around us the rain fell Blue light stars fall in silent beginnings There are no unknown shadows playing hide and seek. Strange charade the movement is entirely yours no one else's Subtle solitude reflective in transparency. From the heart of hearts a delicate crossing Now light returns unto its source of origin. Now nothingness fades. Now being beckons A last step together, a first step alone.
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roses are red , violets are blue, i like peanut butter, can you skate?
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Like the shepherd calling to his sheep --Softly calling ---Softly calling They know the sound of his voice And his feet as they are --Softly falling ---Softly falling Leading into all green pastures With plenty of sweet clover To eat. No thought of wolves here, Just the faithful shepherd and his grateful sheep --Softly dreaming ---Softly dreaming They can hear him coming They know the sound of his feet They can hear him calling --Softly calling ---Softly calling
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Living my life under cover of anotherBut now I know it's time for me to live, A life of my own All this time and you'd think I would have learned it But here I stand; all alone Waiting for the sound of you Pulling in the driveway Hoping for the sound of your voice on the phone. So many days, gone by wasted I don't want to waste any more, I told you, I showed you, it's all I can do; The rest is up to you. And me, I need to see That I'm not the answer to somebody's problem It's time for me to live A life of my own Got to go home and sit awhile God, I got to be alone Will the rest of the world please move over for one more man on his own ||: I don't know ---- I hope so :|| So many days gone by wasted waiting for your letter Sitting by the phone Got to go home and sit awhile God, I need to be alone I spent all my life Under cover of another But now I know it's time For me to live A life of my own.
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Let the sun shine down, and let the river flowHold me in your arms while the seasons come and go And when the dawn breaks, I'll be by your side Come with me, let's take a ride Let the rain fall down, and let the flowers grow Take me by the hand and never let me go And when the storm breaks, I'll be by your side Come with me, let's take a ride Let your love shine down, everywhere you go And if you'll come with me, I just want you to know Whatever roads we take, I'll be by your side So come with me girl, let's take a ride
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The room is empty, identical insight appraising orthographical difficulties Inactive omens once swept across an empty windowsill Have become a manifestation of this cathartic fruition. Play’s a game of name the seraph Privilege to die without ego liberated without weight Neutrality freewill carbon and ash Expressions of blessed determination remain ever certain Abide for the occasion remnants of what will be again None of them are here, as if ghost are hidden Behind the window in a charade of shadow and shade Sudden liberation from the inner-struggle Instinctive projection intuitive action inevitable compassion Voices of belonging assonance follows Causeway spirit appear in after-space Is there anywhere hidden?Tranquil sense of ceaselessness Neutrality giving presence unto the space between Revealing everywhere the wind can hide Play a game of name the angel Grasp transfiguration of deathlessness Fold the shroud as the flowers that close at night Perseverance maintains common air, ordinary breath. Intuitive embodiment allude familiar clue rebuke the grey In the midst of mystery anomaly hints The room is empty left to only stillness
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it goes without sayingthe heavenly choir is assembling there's gonna be a hoe-down -if you passed the test we'll see you there on that other shore underneath the rainbows with that certain smile un- believable ever knowing down in the valley the smoke rises around the pile of ashes up on the mountain the fire's still burning bright you can see the flames through the trees at night though you don't know you're flying low head in the clouds don't stop to compare until you're ready to turn that finger around when the light shines down it doesn't matter where you are
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when me desires turned to expectationsthey took wings like griffins and derailed my loco-motive train I wish I had a known about that before it started to rain Hey pull your head in out of the wind It's really starting to blow now Pull your blanket in tighter around you And move closer to the fire I'll tell you a story now One that will really take you higher Cause we're gonna climb that hill Sooner or later We'll scale it like fish And laugh when we get to the top And keep right on going Flying now We're never gonna stop Throw another log on the fire You're really gonna like where I'm going on this You can leave all your stuff over there You won't need it where you're going now Empty of all hopes and dreams But full of what I cannot speak There is only this now Let it flow All over you now Where the goosebumps Run like crazy fools Over your senses And you forget where you were going now What was I here to get? What was the last thing that I just thought? It's all shredding out there behind me now like tattered clothes Oh yeah, that story about the pilgrim Standing in the barn door in the rain Yeah, pull your head in out of the wind It's really starting to blow now.
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come home to Lovewhere ever you may stray when the hallways shrink and darken with shadow come home to Love if they rip your ticket and say wait over here but you see your ship is leaving come home to Love when you moved away it seemed okay you wanted to make it on your own show you could really take it and if you've found the treasure you were after then stand up tall and hold your ground for when the wind blows the fools away we'll see who is still standing talking normally come home to Love remember how the first two piggie houses blew away in the wind but that brick shithouse still stands come home to Love while you still can time's a wasting did you listen to the words of the songs that you were playing? come home to Love where it's always like you never left
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Blah bliggitty blahOoh ooh ahh Shish boom bah Ha ha ha
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this was the first song I ever wrote, about 30 years ago when I was 16. Float down the river Look up at the stars Climb the highest mountain And find out who you are Walk through the forest Sail the deep blue sea Open up you heart and let you spirit be free Time waits for no one But someone waits for time Perched on a limb They see their castles in the sky I'd like to find a way To make these dreams come true But all I know is what we are Is what we try and do, together chorus I've been around a long time now And I can see what's going down If it were up to me I'd change the world All the things I'd like to see Like love and peace and harmony And a smile For every boy and girl Out on an island Riding with the sun Into eternity The journey has begun If were to make it On this earth That we all share Protect the wilderness The oceans and the air
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Forgive them for all they're good at doesn't make money Forgive them for they feel as someone else burden is heaviest Forgive me for acting like I'll break voicing these chain dragging complaints Forgive the squeaky complaint from the corner of the oil laden working day. Citizen forgive those unable to embrace a most precious moment in life Citizen forgive those in loss of compassion and patience waiting in line with unwarranted self importance Citizen forgive those in the turning of the way went astray Citizen forgive natural state of new money cruel as it is Forgive Saudi Bush their attempt at constitutional disregard, voter fraud, lies and war profiteering Forgive the opposition for offering only more oppression Forgive the nationalist running on a war criminals' record Forgive those who rival their belief systems construed with the image of their enemies mannerism Citizen forgive them for giving up handling snakes for lent Citizen forgive the tax stamped skull censorship in a sensory chip Citizen forgive the Olive Garden for insulting the Nights of Columbus Citizen forgive these dream filled eyes for believing too easily
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The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold. Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child. "What are you doing?" I asked without fear, "Come in this moment, it's freezing out here! Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve, You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!" For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts.. To the window that danced with a warm fire's light Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right, I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night." "It's my duty to stand at the front of the line, That separates you from the darkest of times. No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me. My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December," Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers." My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ', And now it is my turn and so, here I am. I've not seen my own son in more than a while, But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile. Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, The red, white, and blue... an American flag. I can live through the cold and the being alone, Away from my family, my house and my home. I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat. I can carry the weight of killing another, Or lay down my life with my sister and brother.. Who stand at the front against any and all, To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall." " So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright, Your family is waiting and I'll be all right." "But isn't there something I can do, at the least, "Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast? It seems all too little for all that you've done, For being away from your wife and your son." Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, "Just tell us you love us, and never forget. To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone, To stand your own watch, no matter how long. For when we come home, either standing or dead, To know you remember we fought and we bled. Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
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lyrics by Robert Hunter Been walking all morning Went walking all night I can't see much difference Between the dark and light And I feel the wind And I taste the rain Never in my mind To cause so much pain From day to day Just letting it ride You get so far away From how it feels inside You can't let go 'Cause your afraid to fall But the day may come When you can't feel at all Comes a time when the blind man takes your hand Says "don't you see?' Gotta make it somehow On the dreams you still believe Don't give it up You got an empty cup Only love can fill Only love can fill thanks for your help, it was fun
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oh that really takes me backto 1979 and i'm at a party with john steinbeck jr and he's talking abuot buddhamind and all the ladies are rubbing and stroking on ginsberg and its a little nauseating so i wander out the back door onto a balcony and sit down on some concrete steps to bemoan the follies of fickle fame when out stomps kesey and he's on a rant pacing back and forth on this baclony like he was the pope or the leading general of some deranged country talking about my tai chi teachers in glowing terms jane and bataan that guy was something else push him to the ground and he'd pop right back up like some punching balloon clown. ahhhh. and you know the whole time he's talking to me and about me asking questions and not really listening to the answers just using them as his platform to launch, and then he'd pace back and forth on the balcony before me on the concrete talking in the rhythm of his walking and i just sat listening holding my breath not knowing where it was going yeah that really takes me back
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i'm going backback to the beginning now back before plastic scourged the land back before sticky wrap back before handi-wipes back before candy crap back to the beginning i'm gonna start again cause it looks like where we're heading is not where i want it to end so i'm going back back to the beginning now before there were cars and sunglasses and neckties back before digital back before analog back to where we're just banging sticks on rocks making music however we please i'm going back don't try to find me now back before numbers on a dial back before hands on a face back before time back to the beginning now i'm gonna start again check my math and compass readings to make sure this is the trail i want to be on now back before new school back before new wave back before new age back to the beginning now maybe i'll just never leave at all
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I amWaiting For God's evolution I am Waiting for the storm I am Waiting For evil to crumble I am Waiting for Love Victory Is sweetest to those Who have known defeat Someday The plan will be complete Till then Love everyone And make them your friend In the end It all comes down to Love
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I know i hav`nt posted any poems in a while , my creative mind has been on work stuff , yea what a bummer .. I love all the beutiful words from all of you !! It is so nice to see how far this forum has come .. Let the words flow let your mind grow and just let go Hope everyone has a very happy, peacefull, healthy new year !! And thank you all !!
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Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to me!I should try to get laid tonight It's been awhile, you see.
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I can`t say a word my voice goes unheard my vision is blurred I can`t say a word it will not be heard why do i go unheard why is my vision blurred can you tell me what you heard i promise i won`t say a word my vision stay`s blurred my voice stay`s unheard
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got no answers, but just remember, this topic wouldn't be here if you hadn't suggested it!
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Questions with no answers, voices going unheardLife's full of little challenges and often vision's blurred But meaning's there if you brush your hair, Squint and take a looky When in doubt just give a shout Then kick back and have a cookie (it was all I could do not to stick "nookie" in there somewhere ;^) ) MarkintheDark, still at the bar *burp* ********************************************* I have a sigfile! --> www.kindveggieburritos.com *********************************************
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hahaha , very nice Mark , made me smile !! one thing I love about poetry , so many way`s to take what one say`s .. it`s like it`s all in your preception and how one see`s things .. Oh yes Marye, and many thanks for putting this forum up , it really seems to have helped some folks get their feelings and thoughts out of their heads , I know my head gets quite crowded sometimes , hehe .. ok now , cookies anyone ? A pleasent valley sunday for all !!
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Amusing me again Mark-not-SO-in-the-Dark! Happy Birthday to You! Did you get your wish? ********************************** Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you will still exist, but you have ceased to live. Samuel Clemens
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When the big ones die— well, we’ll never see their like again! Sad then, a hole in the world, never to be filled. Building’s refuse hauled away, Park, monument, stone of artful design, empty air. The best? Best thing, to die a small one. Small things are always here, no beginning, no end to the line. We cover Earth with our small joys, replaceable as rain, shiny beetles, the many facets of sand. We don’t go away, we small ones— and that’s the biggest thing.
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Big plans and high hopesDarn! Dreams don't always come true There's always next year! ********************************************* I have a sigfile! --> www.kindveggieburritos.com *********************************************
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It's darker at the bottom,but atop is where rain falls, clouds roll, and thunder speaks. The pace is quick and folks move fast, but underneath its easy to see those glimpses and shimmers of life of freedom of love and of course, truth. I'd rather spend my time feeling the rain on my face, enjoying my world of one, my world that shows life freedom and love. ~littlebri
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i am not sorry for the things that are not herei am happy for the things that are here I am not wishing for things that are not here I am enjoying what is here
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.Please keep writing and always go back to it, you'll just get better and better! . here's an absurd thought - your Supreme God says outlaw ALL dancing moving bodies to music must be seen as evil . absurd thought - God of the Universe says only Earthlings may dance it is simply forbidden elsewhere in the Universe . absurd thought - God of the Universe says rock and roll is evil it's the devil's best music and dancing to it is sin . All real freedom starts with freedom of speech. Without freedom of speech there can be no real freedom. .
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With this loss of nothingness, we leave these surroundings a selfless breathMoment to moment, act to action, these ordinary acts of spirit. Destroy our transparent cage as liberation takes us to its center of definition The participants simplify the inevitable, here forth throughout the darkness dismissed. 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.
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Wlaking down the railroad tracksCounting counting Flipping that old monkey wrench Over and over I see no new tracks in the snow Now we are where no one goes Into the midnight breath Frost growing on the walls Wind chill advisories Make me want to take a walk Riding down the road Through the night Watching the highway Disappear under my feet If I freeze the scene It blurs out to clarity Lines of angels descending On light beams Make me smile Everytime
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If it's trueThen you will know Right to the point where No man goes No man goes No man goes Down that road alone It hurts just to watch Someone going to stub their toe on that same old tree root Still poking it's head up out of the ground It's been done before But never All the way home That is why we are here To see it through Walking to nowhere Doesn't take twice as long As it ususally did. I can find my way there In a moment now Surrounded by Love Inside and outside And up on the ridge Throwing my arms to the sky I think I'm going to fly