Grateful Dead

Inflect those verbsin the past tense when I'm gone, maybe carve them into stone, but not too soon; I still have so much work to do.

I should mention that "Be Still In Motion" is ©2011, as part of my Master's thesis, which is a play titled Waiting For The Show. If you, or anybody else, would like to set it to music, I'd be interested to hear how it turns out; I've always imagined a sonic setting along the lines of "Touch of Grey", but maybe others will envision it differently. Thanks again.

Totally rockin' poem, Mike, yeah!!! Just popping up to say I posted a few more vids under the "DeadCoversProject", check them out if you like, they are posted by 'mysteriongalaxy'. The 'Lazy River Road' I would like to dedicate here to two of the nicest people on the planet, Robert Hunter and xian, both who reached out to help at the worst point in my life, and looking back, if those are the two hands that reach out when you fall, that is an angels dream. This one is for you two, wherever you be. me

Walk along the evening tideHum a lonesome blue light tune Got no rider by my side Save this pale old crescent moon Clocks have gotten out of hand Pockets turned out hold no bread Time to fly to never land Watch a crown flip a pawn its head There upon the rippling waves Wrestling with follies of flight All that's lost turns all that saves Rise or fall it's black and white A flash of green alit this way Be still in motion she said Wake to dream another day Rest is best left to the dead She said be still in motion Hover like a hummingbird I said be still in motion Might as well since life's absurd She said be still in motion Take a chance it won't be long I said be still in motion Find the silence in the song

My name is Nardo, butThe other kids call me different names I don't care what the other kids say My name is Nardo, and I can Keep my wheels on the track And I can hug a curve, so I punch it Skim the wheel and listen To the crowd roar, They always say "Burn, Nardo, burn, watch your speed Around the next turn", So what can I do, But say a prayer, and burn So fast around the track, Why do I Keep coming back, Keep coming back Why do I keep coming back around? So I keep my wheels on the track And I still know how to hug a curve

I guess when an ethnicityCounts six million dead It's people will always Be filled with dread Fearing that the worst Will always happen, The damn will soon burst They'll all be Riding in the hearse. Could it be They count on thee To come to their rescue And keep themselves free? Thee doesn't agree Way up in that tree Wake up And learn to see! Cries Thee Reason with caution Let others persuade Do not carry on With that shrill tirade For don't you see? Unintended consequences Lead to countries Building Fences Beefing up their defenses. Hit them in In the pocketbook And take away Their rook Then the whole world shall see That your country Did not Act Hysterically. (Based on reports that Israel plans to attack underground nuclear sites near Qom unilaterally in April, May or June of this year, based on it's intelligence estimate of Iran's probable nuclear capabilities)

Last time I went to the doctorShe suggested me to take pills, Exercise more and eat better. Then wrote notes about our talk That a nurse read to me Three days later. Your blood pressure was high She hasn't been taking her pills Her mood was bad, She isn't taking her SRI pills "I strongly believe in Prozac She had said sternly Looking into my eyes...., As she wrote the prescription. My doctor is a 25 year old woman Who was picked Over a more capable candidate Because the staff found her Easier to deal with. She oversees the Community Health Center That is in such disarray She can't possibly manage it And practice medicine at The same time. Rationed health care For the poor Equals an equation Not easily held in the heart. I looked into her eyes And knew she couldn't handle it. She knew she couldn't handle it. Because of her MDeity Complex She continued juggling Her own psychiatric appointments Around her patients pre-made schedules Inconveniencing every one. After I spoke with the nurse Who read me the notes From my last visit I said: What got lost in the translation? I thought to myself, My God, The adult world of medicine Is all screwed up because of the Insurance-Pharmaceutical Industrial complex That recently mixed up the production lines in Lincoln, Nebraska and put Percocet in Excedrin packages I saw it on the CBS news Scott Pelley was quite alarmed But I flew out the door And managed to scavenge 400 Of them not off the shelves yet. I fired my doctor Said she suffered from ADD and prescribed 20mg of Aderall for her And asked her to take off' Her halo and honestly ask If she was capable of managing This practice serving More than 5000 people. I also knew she was on (:happy:) pills And wouldn't take my advice. Stay away from doctors They'll kill you More often Than heal you. "I don't buy health insurance" My friend said. "I spend my money on organic real food".

In the cold of WinterWhen the winds blow across The Frozen lake They found his body In The Morning On the street. No shelter Would take him in He had a reputation as a troublemaker Not even a church would do what Jesus said In sub-zero temps. So he was sleeping in his shoes Neil Young style Thinking: He's be better off dead As he panhandled change On the corner for his bottle He drank his fill and stumbled on the ice and fell on the sidewalk So good to lie down He fell asleep And froze to death. Was it you Who passed him by letting him be Anxious to get home Paying more attention To your smart phone?

Follow intuitive certainties welcome acts of self determinationImplore transparency, accept hidden instinct of this noble incident. Mediums must be maintain, surround silently in the space between Anonymous nuance, obligated to reveal where there's nowhere to hide. Reprove an actualized notion of promised forbearance Acknowledge assimilated presence accommodating a nearing approach. Spontaneous reflection immersed in hearts' definition Delicate as a flowers contrast, comparable complexities. Reasoning at a distance this familiar mystery Resolve invisible hint, permeable clue. Meditations confess, skull after-thought third person response Inner voices witnessed in first person narration. Ignore the apathy, senses rebuke the gray Sighs and dramatic pauses reinvent the inevitable. Wind resonates a dissonant harmony Playing hide and seek in the steps left behind. Transcend, source of origin constant remnant agrees to abide Shake tribute offerings of burnt dust from sandals. Ghost sorrow, a hundred years gone. Discovered through the eyes of strangers. Ventriloquist atones throwing voice into a mute phantom Breathe outside of the self, adhere then disappear. For the fortune of redemption returns us to where we began. Promised in the offerings of yesterdays rain.

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