Grateful Dead

as i sleepmy mind just creeps where it goes i do not know maybe to hell it goes i do not know perhaps to heaven it goes i do not know there is no gain in this it is only sleep i miss it seems only pain i gain from this only the pain in my brain is all i have to gain pain in my brain is all there is to gain just pain in my brain. 4-10-08

That was a very beautiful poem, it really touched my heart. Please don't frown any more...

Dreaming of peace in this free flowing age of chaosToken Jesus pictures proclaiming morality Please! The Passion? My ass! It's mythology not religion Dogma doggin' my trail in the Bible Belt Blue laws restricting me Look Inside for christ's sake It's all you Not the devil out to get you fool! Love flows from my fingertips Passing out positivity Freely given and eagerly spent Offering up a whole new realm of possibilities Forget dreaming Practice what you preach Who cares what god you claim to be Love Free

the intrepid traveler steps on throughhe feels feet inside socks inside shoes

I am a hippie dead head Standing tall and sweet Loving all the friends that I got to meet From shakedown shopping and going to many a show I thought I was lost when Jerry did go He made it sound so soft and sweet I did not care that I had dirty feet From dancin and twirling to falling dowm It's all to sad now I have a frown I miss those daze one and all Someone catch me I'm going to fall So I am here now to share with you about the daze when dreams came true

nineteen eighty-five....two tone, silver and black.....throaty three fifty coughs happily alive, through ceramic headers, collectors, straight pipes and out.....split fire plugs gaped zaped hot sparks and the rods push down around.....flywheel fly and lights flash dash board Vanillarama smell with summertime Armor All....vinyl bench seat, short box, short cab no riders......womp womp womp, cam drops drops drops d d d duh.....d d d duh.....d d d duh....she idles and waits while I pack my Copenhagen.....step on the gas....one two shift screech.....get up on it and loose the ass end a bit....back off the foot slightly for the ole two-three slam......rack and pinion steering loose in my hands.........back down to the floor, pickin' up speed.......numbers on the tach climbing, higher, higher, whining, winding, speed speed speeeeed......stall converter drop, tires catch burn rubber ninety miles an hour......overdrive nineteen eighty five.....and cold air blowin'.........I should have never sold that truck.....

Actually recorded a rough copy of this one last time we got the band (?) together. Getting back together in a couple of weeks to "flesh out" some old ones, and write some new ones... It’s in the quietest of times That hope speaks the loudest And sometimes in the darkness Is where you’ll see the light All the love you give away Comes back to you in time Memories grow like flowers In the garden of your mind How many years has it been Since we danced the night away And stepped out of the bright lights Into the early morning gray Want to hold you like new memories Of the way I dreamed it should be They grow like ripples in still waters We’ll watch them flowing to the sea

written 8-27-95 Ouroboric Sunset Jerry … where are you? A sustained note hovers angelic over the stadium Remembering the hypnotic music Bubbling up from subconscious wellsprings Forming whirling universes of electric blues Mingling elements of fire and air Swirling question marks in the Zen void And in the center of the cyclone Garcia rides the inner edge His beard flying in the winds His head residing in the calm central eye Skull an alembic vessel of chemical transformation Flames lick through the hollow eyeholes And a wisp of incense rises up to heaven Jerry … where are you? Awaiting Ouroboroic sunrise

IN THE REALM OF THE WIZARD GARCIA A Parable for Deadhead Children of All Ages by A. Mandala c. 1990 All rights reserved. Once upon a space of time, On a bright ball spinning free, There lived a race of humankind, Not unlike you and me. But these folk were having a terrible time Finding a free way to be, And the notes that they sang in the cosmic chord Curdled the heavenly harmony. They'd built bombs to kill everybody several times over, But they couldn't make sure every body could eat; They'd poisoned the air, their own food, land and water, They'd rarely cooperate, but they'd always compete. Their world had become a planet divided By hard hearts, closed minds and hate, And since they'd never learned to blend together in love, Self-destruction shadowed their fate. But in the realm of the Wizard Garcia, And his bands of merry fools, They were striving to find some gentler ways By stretching all those rules That were stopping joy and kindness From glowing from within, And blocking hearts from beating With the pulsing life rhythm. You see, the sickness that afflicted that world Was not that hard to fix, It came from keeping things locked up And protecting them with sticks, Or knives, or guns, (or words) or bombs, Or other means to scare, 'Til all the time 'twas meant for play Got trapped inside of fear. And it became easier to keep others away Than to learn to let them near, And it became easier to fret about a future of days Than enjoy the one that was here. Their minds had locked out everything, But having and getting more. They were so afraid to lose what they had, They were scared to go out their own door. But in the realm of the Wizard Garcia, At the edge of this Land of Afraid, They were dedicated to going further than this, To dance in, not watch, life's parade. For they'd found a musical magic Where the boundaries could stretch everywhere, And they all could let go together, And not fear that others were near. They followed that magic right out of their cages, And escaped from the dungeon of feeling alone, Their spirits would shimmer (and heal) and mingle; Fear could no longer freeze them like stone. Their minds would all meld and spark with connection, Their bodies would ripple together like waves, Their souls merged in oneness; they stopped dreading dying; They could see, from those peaks, they might dance beyond graves. In their bliss they knew life is transcendent, It's immenser than just you or we, And whenever we try to box it or lock it, We just jail ourselves with no key. They celebrated the joys of coming together, In a free-zone where each one could be Wherever their fantasies happened to take them And still blend with the whole harmony. Now sadly, most who most needed their magic Only saw them as weirdoes and freaks, And made fun of their smiles and their twinkling eyeballs, And then returned to that world that was bleak. But the realm of the Wizard Garcia Is always near for those who will dare To soar o'er the limits and bondage of boundaries, To find the freedom that rings beyond fear.

The omitted spring velocitiesOf ever widening permissions We wildly anti-see a gap When all is sometimes free at last Oh, The Badger of Cosmics plants a seed Or two, for us to grin I can but wonder where the light is from I can only ponder