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Dollars down the penny drainFrozen in the clouds Dream away the last of pain In waterfalls of sounds Float across the icy pools Leaves with curl and sway Now your mind is floating cool And you can find the way Can you understand you can really understand When the darkness comes you still shine Open up your eyes and make the day shine sunshine now Open up your dreams and and make the way shine sunshine now Can you understand you understand Can you understand you understand Open up your life and make your lifetime sunshine now Open up your soul and make your lifeline sunshine now Can you understand you understand Can you understand you understand Dancing without moving now Growing with your soul One with all around you now Related to the all Purple mist around your hair Eyes are fading blue Smiling into everywhere Love is coming through -- Betty Thatcher-Newsinger, lyricist for the band 'Renaissance' in the 70s

I saw Renaissance back in the late 70's, that's a flashback, can't really remember many of their songs but used to like them.

Intuitive Transition (After-Visit) Transition, internalized upon an intuitive regard. This witness originates as anyone who visits a friend in their last days. Malleably determined to appease the unavoidable Returning to rest in an realization of conversation. Testifying revisionist, corrects the mistaken moment, an affirmation that nothing followed as the door closed The anonymous lantern, a lambent of anomaly, offering to help yourself to it's clarity. Perfect beginnings, patiently comprehend the convergence We discuss watering the after-lands with tears of liberation. Interact a unique reproach, instincts left undone through out the empty room. Obvious impression sustain emotions, issue of fate and mortality Not in this lifetime, never did we answer unto our own Mind set alone, no other inevitability, occupies the horizon envisioned. Sage weather, spectrum of experience, lightning fire asunder intimacy Connect a physical initiation, senses thrive in the presence of the imminent. To soon the conclusion, ageless rebirth is an obligation to become the last to first. Sleep a peaceful night, its been raining since Sunday. Nature of the sentient embodiment, radiant beings, the lessor of gods creatures Cast upon the, ethereal epicycle, the universal calendar. Hourglass sand drifts over its faded past. Settling upon a sub-surfacing depth, a neutral landing. No one was mislead, when ever heaven's possible. Blessed with three reasonings, remembrance, mourning and condolence. Nurturing this cherished inactivity a reflection shown upon the inner deity. Every-light redeemed, thunderous pulse, turning hearts, and at the center of it all, love. II Come back around, be responsible, forgive the self. Don't we know, maybe today a truth no truer will heal you in the promise of tomorrow. Patiently we discuss the approaching definition. Grasping whispers of approval for this is the simplest accomplishment. Subjectively questioning, I don't know why we can’t hide. Distractions restrict the minds rebellion, rebelling against the bodies limitation. Cracked soul, redeems solitary daylight, shinning silently as faith defines. Transcended complications, you'll fly away once the continuum acclaims. The initiation of this original paradise, return from this earth's commitment. Falling from the eyes, fall away, revealing, where, they're to be. Mystic disk, tenuous blueprint, infinite sphere These days of calm behold us, reaching for the hands of heaven. Hearts replete its greatest belief resolving this lucid obstacle As we see the familiar beauty reinventing its outlook upon inspired sight lines. Resounding solitude, a shelter closer, giving solace, for tonight you are inspiration. You're done waiting to die, suffer no more, welcome home.

From The Heart Of Me Lyrics By: Donna Godchaux Horses slide down off the mountain Sunlight turning red Falls on the earth and it spreads Even the families lower their head As they ride Age old faces of the mountains Looming naturally I wonder if they're looking at me Their monumental eyes I can feel And the glow in the twilight The dawn of hope Reminds me Now I'm reaching out to you Anything I can do To be safe and warm In your arms All I have is the heart of you I'd meet you anywhere in the country Or anywhere on the sea All over the world it could be I would follow you With the heart of me Love calls echo in the valley Dream come true tonight Remembering you hold me tight In tomorrow morning's light I will find you When I awoke the stars were out And shining, shining for you and me All I ever want to be Safe and warm In your arms All I have from the heart of me

Only the searcherEver finds Only the knocker Ever has the door opened for On going Towards Goings on Falling so far behind On the catching up. Building and storing Accumulating of what? Only the Truth Knocks on the door Open And it will enter. And dine with you The Truth seeker and the fact finder Sitting across a round table Stacking a couple of chords While the hickory snaps In its ember bed. The over looker Looks over Giving and taking Care. Cats listening for Furry things scurrying by Dog's making his bed Closer to the stove But nobody knows Where nobody goes. I see you there All together now Every sweet spot Can turn sour Depending the way Thought is turned and held Dog stands up and Shakes it off Only the searcher ever finds Opens the door and dines.

The air must be discontented too,as it throws jagged icy daggers at my face. Mottled black and grey sky, echoes depression like a chorus of sympathetic, yet helpless friends. The snow has no choices, or opinions. It simply lives it's life as the snows before. Born of clouds, it falls through air, joining it's siblings on the ground below. Dogs and Children revel in it's family reunion. It's kinder to them, I thought while shivering. Frozen breath and wet clammy eyes, watching a world turn from green and brown to white. Age and Winter do not mix, I mused again. Like Cognac and Ginger Ale. The fit's all wrong. This scene is for the Canines and kids. The rest of us just trudge along.

Silence in the cityMeans buzzing in my ears Not like the warm Blanket of unbroken silence Out on the foggy mountain pass. Returning to constant temperature And smiling faces Quickly replacing The sour pusses On all the red necked gooses. Big white tail Like a flag; Come up on the land For a month We won't shoot you We think you're cute With your grey mouse ears All stood up straight How do you walk throught the snow When it's over eight feet deep? Back to streetlight colors splashed off Rain-soaked streets As snow above So rain below Walking through the valley Of the shadow Living in the light Silence in the city You got an hour between The last of the last callers And the droning streetsweeper Oh, I can't wait a few months Until the city plow is smashing its blade Upon my curb? Shaking my bones? No, bring on the snow, Bring on the snow! I don't ski but shoe But don't you know I can still get lost in it Like a child in a blizzard Who doesn't come home Until the sun has Gone down in flames Over the icy lake.

Loving under all conditionsIs enlightenment, happiness, and health. Loving only under some conditions Is self-limited suffering, from false belief. If we find ourselves dreaming It is only to give ourselves Permission to love only Under some conditions. To wake up, Love under all conditions. Giving ourselves permission To love only under some conditions Ensures suffering until we Return to loving under all conditions. Loving under all conditions Is enlightenment, happiness,and health.

froggy on the bath tubgo splish splash froggy on the bath tub while she's taking a bath froggy on the bath tub jumping on a lily pad froggy on the bath tub Don't ya fall in You'll get all wet froggy on the bath tub go splish splash froggy on the bath tub while she's taking a bath I like to listen to her laugh We ain't never gonna get Old, ain't no time for that froggy on the bath tub while she's taking a bath forggy on the bath tub go splish splash I like to listen to her laugh I like to listen to her laugh

Touch Of Grey Lyrics By: Robert Hunter It must be getting early Clocks are running late Paint by numbers morning sky Looks so phony Dawn is breaking everywhere Light a candle, curse the glare Draw the curtains, I don't care 'Cause it's alright I will get by I will get by I will get by I will survive I see you got your list out Say your piece and get out Yes I got the gist of it But it's alright Sorry that you feel that way The only thing there is to say Every silver lining's got a Touch of grey It's a lesson to me The Ables and the Bakers and the C's The A B C's We all must face And try to keep a little grace I know the rent is in arrears The dog has not been fed in years It's even worse than it appears But it's alright Cows are giving kerosene The kid can't read at seventeen The words he knows are all obscene But it's alright I will get by I will get by I will get by I will survive It's a lesson to me The Deltas and the East and the Freeze The A B C's We all think of And try to keep a little love The shoe is on the hand it fits There's really nothing much to it Whistle through your teeth and split 'Cause it's alright Oh well a touch of grey Kind of suits you anyway That was all I had to say And it's alright I will get by I will get by I will get by I will survive We will get by We will get by We will get by We will survive

Door Key 12/8/09 I was feeling down Not hearing much good news So I said a prayer For all who sing the blues Soldiers in the battle Sailors in the storm Ranchers without cattle Farmers without corn Heroes who have fallen Refugees of war The victem of the crime The famine of the poor Loved ones separated Workers without jobs It's hard to be elated If you can't stop the sobs While Angels still have wings And God still has a Son I'll give it all I have I'm not the only one 'Cause everything's connected Like vibrating strings And Love was resurrected So that we can sing Take it to the tower Take it to the well Haul it up the mountain Don't be afraid to yell 'Cause something better's coming It's blowing in the wind Could be a change of Spirit Could be the end of sin Under the Tree of Life In the shade of hope Dream away the strife Then climb back up the rope And go down to the river And wash it all away A Friend is out there waiting To help you through today While Angels still have wings And God still has a son I'll give it all I have I'm not the only one 'Cause everything's connected Like vibrating strings And Love was resurrected So that we can sing

very inspirational starsleeper , I like that o lot !! Andy I like the frogs too !!

happy holidays, everyone

Bruce Springsteen is doing a video shootin the Paramount Theater next to Convention Hall same weekend as Further shows The Berkley Hotel is Sold Out The Stone Pony opens at 2:00 for happy hour specials and Grateful Dead music being played all afternoon After Further live music Welcome All Good People

With a special salute to Andy, my nominee for Dead.net poet laureate. I don't think that you even get a plaque commemorating this distinguished post (maybe a "Hi! My Name Is" tag with a ribbon on the bottom), but IMHO, a very well-deserved title. Thanks to all for sharing your word-ideas with us this past year!

Stars shining bright above youNight breezes seem to whisper "I love you" Birds singin' in the sycamore tree Dream a little dream of me Say nighty-night and kiss me Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me While I'm alone and blue as can be Dream a little dream of me Stars fading but I linger on dear Still craving your kiss I'm longing to linger till dawn dear Just saying this Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you But in your dreams whatever they be Dream a little dream of me Stars fading but I linger on dear Still craving your kiss I'm longing to linger till dawn dear Just saying this Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries far behind you But in your dreams whatever they be Dream a little dream of me ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- sweet dreams sweetie, stay warm, see you soon

We're a happy familyBulimia and me Along with our two cats Lunesta and Ambien Our two dogs Flomax and Avodart and our lizard Cymbalta Not to mention Our parakeet named Norco We're a happy family Bulimia and me Along with our whole menagerie The rest is history Left for posterity Laugh if you can Life is hard in Tweekerville Ask out policeman Stan Whose on the job still Most people have not With very few a lot The homeless are left to rot But the rest of us grow pot Mexican gang on the corner Are glad to take your order Bringing it up from the border Mick Jagger's words are death Give me Librium or give me meth!

Lighthouse1/10/10 G-A-D-Bm 4/4 What would I do If not for you? To see me through Until those gray skies turn to blue I see the light Through those long dark stormy nights It's shining bright Causing love to ignite So bring us together And roll us into one Reflections of matter Shining like the sun We're climbing a ladder There's work still to be done When we're together We've only just begun We're seeking the truth Searching for the fountain of youth Sometimes we goof But love is all I need for the proof Through mountains and forests I might walk alone And when I hear angels singing I'll know that you're calling me home So bring us together And roll us into one Reflections that matter Shining like the sun We're climbing a ladder There's work still to be done When we're together We've only just begun

better to do this than that and if it ever don't feel right all I need to do is to: stop on a dime go the extra mile never give an inch fighting for my right to freely experiment when the spirit of adventure is fresh in the air sailing through nowhere on a wing and a prayer don't know how they seem to appear but it seems okay so far so far standing clear from being someone that don't seem the way to go to go what's left when there is only nothingness nothingness is far from empty being full of thought spheres floating in motion like jellyfish everywhere everywhere done done already fully light better to do this than that

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Super FreakRick James She's a very kinky girl The kind you don't take home to mother She will never let your spirits down Once you get her off the street, ow girl She likes the boys in the band She says that I'm her all-time favorite When I make my move to her room it's the right time She's never hard to please {Refrain} That girl is pretty wild now The girl's a super freak The kind of girl you read about In new-wave magazine That girl is pretty kinky The girl's a super freak I really love to taste her Every time we meet She's all right, she's all right That girl's all right with me, yeah She's a super freak, super freak She's super-freaky, yow Super freak, super freak She's a very special girl The kind of girl you want to know From her head down to her toenails Down to her feet, yeah And she'll wait for me at backstage with her girlfriends In a limousine Going back in Chinatown Three's not a crowd to her, she says "Room 714, I'll be waiting" When I get there she's got incense, wine and candles It's such a freaky scene {Refrain} {Bridge} Temptations sing! Ohhhhh Super freak, super freak That girl's a super freak Ohhhhh She's a very kinky girl The kind you don't take home to mother She will never let your spirits down Once you get her off the street, ow girl Blow, Danny! ---for steph---f.i.

Midnight trainRolling on Around another bend Into another song I hear the metal Ringing on metal And the air blasting by What have we learned So far Keep the pedal to the metal Don't look in the Rear view mirror There's no point To calling shots The western side is grand When the rustler shoots his wife The undertaker doesn't care But when the fiddle player Takes his life All the town comes out to stare In the caverns of the basement flat The red lights all shine down Hiding all the good times That never happened there Out comes the harlot In her noonday red lace Entertaining the drunken rioters Before the fiddlers' funeral Up in the hotel rooms they are baking up some meth before the blue boys come to take it all down for themselves On the third floor the people huddle listening to the gunfire Out on the street, they say has it finally come to this? No, it is just another Mardi Gras day Out on the frozen tundra I ate a little Rat poison Now I see so clearly Right before the lights went out I heard Your voice so clear Idiot You said, The party was just about to start You can watch it now But you can't take part It's a transglobal total ongoing Infinite party Don't lose sight You can hear it on the wind Dont forget again Midnight train Rolling on Around another bend Into another song I hear the metal Ringing on metal And the air blasting by What have we learned So far

having a partyin burlington, vt. cooking meth eating rat poison seeing ever more clearly this is nowhere now there is a free idea

Two Oak trees stand side by sideunique, amidst a dense forest of pine. growing straight towards the sky through one millennium into the next. Their branches brush one another over and under, in countless positions when a breeze stirs the air. Blustery winds cause the crowns to bow towards each other, in respect or away in distdain depending on the force of the gale. The soil at the base of these trees is fertile from leaves of experience rotting where they fell. Creating a rich truffle-ripe humus black loamy nuggets of gold. Under the earth, in a dark secret place the roots of these Oaks have grown tangled gnarled and twisted, drawing the same food from the ground impossible to distinguish one from the other Any attempt to untangle the mesh and both trunks would quietly die without anyone knowing the reason

Relaxing in the face of chaosbig thick meaty thoughts because fleshly meat Quickly begins to rot But my meaty thoughts Stay forever sweet And another thing There ain't no such beast As fleshly meat Remaining calm in the state of uncertainty That is the trick What does it entail? Just doing what you're doing And when you get to Well, I have no idea How to proceed! Take a break From the rat race Sit on a mountain side In your mind And contemplate relax Situate Breathe and relate Relax In the deep unknown It was nice to you before Well just look at you Now

thank you for posting that I'll admit to having waited a year or two to read it, : ) thnx, tl and, anna rxia, hello!, yes it is a poem about realizing this is nowhere! thankx for the poetry, all, it riches me up good

Had I posted it before? or mentioned that one? cuz you said "I'll admit to having waited..."personally I have trouble with that one-I cannot change the image I am presenting, but the wording bugs me still. Is a poem in progress! But it got a couple of interesting comments on my blog, and in e mails, so decided to post anyhow :) ********************************** By trying we can easily learn to endure adversity -- another man's I mean. Mark Twain

Sad and twistedlies the love that has withered broken and beaten yet refusing to die it clings in vain hope of sunnier days when the gardener approaches with the watering can instead of the pruning shears warm summer winds refreshen the blooms blooms that will not fade no matter how gaunt and barren the winter garden seems blooms that seek only the favor of your grace the sweetness of your embrace even if only one last time Conversation is always more interesting than recitation, so speak your mind and not someone else's.

I thought about this for quite awhile, imbibing in a Modus Hoperandi and a Ranger IPA today: Petunias are blue Roses come in lots of reds Happy Valentines To all the lady Deadheads. Sorry fellas, not much love for yall. Listen to XM Sirius tonight at 7:30 ET for your treat.

It was the story of the socks that started mewanting to read more of your stuff. I love this one. "rich truffle-ripe humus" love the visuals, f.i.

There is a blog now, where am posting these collected adventure stories! :)********************************** By trying we can easily learn to endure adversity -- another man's I mean. Mark Twain

Sevillian Sock Shopping with Jesus :)********************************** By trying we can easily learn to endure adversity -- another man's I mean. Mark Twain

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When do you stopThrowing in the hook? When I was a young boy I tipped off a sapling Wrapped it with a piece of string And stole a hook from my dad's tackle box And set off down the road I was headed to the fishing hole It was in the next town By a green metal bridge Around the bend From the corner store I would poke a worm on the hook That I'd dug up at midnight In the rain with my dad And kept in a little dirt box Until now when I threw it in Into the fishing hole With a rope swing over there Later on to be used In the afternoon With sounds of children laughing And how they would Dare each other to Jump off the bridge And make the biggest splash But my time was at dawn The misty morning smells Rising off the hayfields As I walked by When I became of driving age, the mall got built nearby And the water started To grow green with algae Soon there was no place To throw in a hook And nothing was done Because nobody but me Fished there anymore

Don't blame it on loveWhen it all falls down On you Don't blame it on love Oh, you can if you want to But it will not Make it true When it all falls down on you Don't blame it on love Don't blame it on love You can do it if you want to But it won't make it true Don't blame it on love When you know it was you Telling lies You knew weren't true Hiding behind a disguise That was never you Who is left for you to fool When it all falls down On you You can't blame love It is not love That did this to you It's you So don't blame it on love Don't blame it on love Or, you can do it if you want But it won't make it true Don't blame it on love When it all falls down On you

Do what you saySay what you do

Happiness is liking what you got

Open up to LOVEAnd LOVE will open up to you

roses are red, violets are not, i like peanutbutter, can you skate?

I nominate Johnman "Poet of the month"

Empty handGrasps diamond

Mind is LoveA mandala The closer you arrive Into the center The better it is If you are Getting a little cold Standing where you are Move closer to the fire Of love Mind is Love A mandala Moving closer To the center Means surrender Or hold your self away For some gratuitous turbulence But why not allow your fingers to part And let the feather Fly in the wind Mind is Love A mandala Seen from the center Looking out on what All my friends Know The sound of my voice All may ever freely enter We can talk about the roses And the craftmanship that went into Constructing the gate But sooner than later Let us Have our ticket torn And enter the house The house of sound and light Where the flying masters are presently Experimenting Let us be Silent and listening For a moment in time To experience their absolute joy Expressed in sound We come together al-one Mind is Love A mandala Move towards the center The sound is better

If you could see my mind, if you really look deep, then maybe you'll find That somewhere there will be a place, hidden behind my comedian face You will find somewhere there's a house, and inside that house there's a room Locked in the room in the corner you see A voice is waiting for me, to set it free, I got the key, I got the key Voices, I hear voices In my head the voice is waiting, waiting for me to set it free I locked it inside my imagination, but I'm the one who's got the combination Some people didn't like what the voice did say So I took the voice and I locked it away, I got the key, I got the key Voices, I hear voices, voices, I hear voices Chorus: Don't look back, look straight ahead, don't turn away, then the voice it said Don't look back, yesterday's gone, don't turn away, you can take it on (Solo) Voices, I hear voices, voices, I hear voices (chorus repeats 3x) Voices, voices, voices, voices - don't look back Voices, voices (chorus repeats 2x)...

It wasn't a happy man It wasn't a happy man who fired the opening rounds It wasn't a happy man who formed the first fist It wasn't a happy man who started the first war It wasn't a happy man who threw the first stone I am a happy man Why would I follow that unhappy man? I am a happy man Who is not made happier by a deadlier weapon Or a more cutting remark The examples of my life Are other happy people I follow their footsteps Not the steps Of that unhappy man It was not a happy man who started the first fight It was not a happy man who caused the atomic light It was not a happy man who kept the woman down It was not a happy man who burnt the towers to the ground I am a happy man I am travelling the other way From that unhappy man But I understand Happiness ends most problems In a grateful smile Brought me out of A nose dive Made me Glad to be alive A happy man

Slim's Chance 3/11/10 He was born in the diggins' Back in '54 His daddy a miner His momma a whore And just like the pickins' They called his name Slim And daddy soon died When a tunnel caved in He was raised in a barroom Until he was four Then the diggins' dried up And the town was no more From Yuba to Boise Then Leadville they rode Just like momma said They would follow the gold He learned how to gamble And drink with the rest And when he was twelve Shot a thief in the chest When the gold all played out Momma headed back west And Slim took a job With the Pony Express He rode like the wind With hardly a care Except for the injuns Who wanted his hair But the life was too fast paced And Slim was still young So he filed a land claim Up in Oregon He met a young missy And made her his wife They vowed that they'd both be Together for life They built a nice cabin To shelter their heads And he grew the wheat While she baked the bread One day the news came A new strike was on! There's buckets of gold Up in the Yukon The wife and Slim argued But Slim made it clear He'd be back with a fortune Inside a year Slim headed up north Oh he had to move fast But winter came on And closed Chilicoot Pass Oh fate can be fickle When you're chasing your dreams By the time he hit Dawson They'd claimed all the seams Two years had gone by Before Slim got home Dressed all in rags With nothin' to show He thought that he'd tell her That he's done with that life But a city-boy dandy Had stolen his wife She'd took all they had And sold his fine claim He thought then and there He might blow out his brains But momma once said A man carries his load And doesn't stop ridin' Till the end of the road So Slim dried his eyes And picked himself up He poured out a dram And downed the whole cup He packed up his outfit Of horse, gun, and pan And some say he's still out there Riding the land

Grantchester Meadows (Waters) "Icy wind of night be gone this is not your domain" In the sky a bird was heard to cry. Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds Belied the deathly silence that lay all around. Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox Gone to ground. See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water. And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees Laughing as it passes through the endless summer Making for the sea. In the lazy water meadow I lay me down. All around me golden sun flakes settle on the ground. Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room. Hear the lark harken to the barking of the dark fox Gone to ground. See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water. And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees. In the lazy water meadow I lay me down. All around me golden sun flakes covering the ground. Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room. Hear the lark harken to the barking of the dark fox Gone to ground. See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water. And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees, Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea.

If it is sweet release you need,The word for today is already You are already out For you were never in Never born to never die If nothing is ever born What is there ever to die?

Human raceFloating through space A tiny drop of life Among the stars Precious mind A living eye Where space and time And dreams collide And we're light years away Where we started from Dancing in circles And banging the drum Over the rainbow Or under the gun Let it shine Precious mind

Human raceFloating through space A tiny drop of life Among the stars Precious mind A living eye Where space and time And dreams collide And we're light years away Where we started from Dancing in circles And banging the drum Over the rainbow Or under the gun Let it shine Precious mind

Saint Stephen with a roseIn and out of the garden he goes Country garland in the wind and the rain Wherever he goes the people all complain --R. Hunter