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It must be Christmas time
What is everywhereCannot be put inside
Somewhere
The right idea cannot be
Contained within a timezone
The engines are running
There's lots of
Pushing and shoving
And not enough loving
It must be Christmas time
Everywhere will not be
Found anywhere
Love cannot be contained
Within a time zone
Beyond, beyond,
Above and beyond.
ok
You point at the moonI look at your finger
You open the door
I bring all my friends to party
You don't know what to do
You are tearing out your hair
You hold the pebbles out
For me to grasp
I spit in your hand
Grasshopper, who taught you
How to act this way
Carry water carry hay
What are you teaching me
Anyway? I want to be a
Warrior not a farmer
Ow Ow Ow Okay!
good for us
You must have sat with himFor those who've sat with him
Have that same
Look in their eyes
For the rest of their lives
Nobody else knows
Is it a good look
Or just plain loco
But you're such
A happy bunch
And so happy to serve
To serve the need
Of those around you
We hope it's good for you
Because you make it
So good for us
To live and grow.
Auld Lang Syne 2011/2012
Should old acquaintance be forgot,and never brought to mind ?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and old lang syne ?
CHORUS:
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely you'll buy your pint cup !
and surely I'll buy mine !
And we'll take a cup o' kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
CHORUS
We two have run about the slopes,
and picked the daisies fine ;
But we've wandered many a weary foot,
since auld lang syne.
CHORUS
We two have paddled in the stream,
from morning sun till dine† ;
But seas between us broad have roared
since auld lang syne.
part too v.dos
Headed to Mags for acup of brown
Down by the tracks
The crap treatment place
End of town.
Down to the lake to
Feed the ducks
With leftover waffles
and other stuff.
And to mayhaps
Enjoy a bit of the green
Mountains of which
I so love.
Over to the boathouse
to fancy me a salty skipper
Plying the waves
In all sorts of storms
In all kinds of weather
Now I stroll the sidewalks
Waiting to go into the show
where we can let it flow
the 1st of the 2nd, v.uno
Check mailPay bills
Go to store
Get food
Walk around
Breathe air
Try to smile
Act like I care
Clean up
Sit down
Get up
Look around
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All there is can become...
All that will be a memory
when All there is
becomes
All that is now new.
Then
All there is-is a
acme to what
was.
Willy Lee Willard rip
You came yelling after me"I thought you were dead!"
No, very much alive, instead
"Did you have a good NYE?"
NO, was all you said
You are a bigger man
Then the rest of us
They couldn't break you
So they drugged you
Right out of your head
Willy Lee Willard
You are my friend
Forever we walk
Through the roses
So red
an ark for the atmosphere to be filled with ether
acupuncture the hidden eye. shinto soak from darkened stone. seed ghostly beautiful fire. sink cluster mirrors. a wondered speckled karma. spirit spiral. sun initiation in stoned sunshine. soma shaker dead seashore tree. fire tongues the glimmer mount. fly into thunder and drip the bell immanence. who found the lost rose in summer's turn on? flicker night flicker, parched throat the communal balance, remembered humidity for the childhood steep. they are still there.
reverberate that sensual cave.
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Psychedelicritical
Drop deadbeauty said
Not so fast
make it last
Intuitive Followings
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.
And He Was Dead
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?
MDeity Complexity
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".
Paranoia Will Destroyuh
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)
kids can be mean
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
Be Still In Motion
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
wow, dude
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
Thanks, free idea
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.
Live and Learn
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.
Working Class Speedball
More verse from my play Waiting for the Show; this one's a parody of John Lennon's "Working-Class Hero":
In a world strung out on terror and greed
Jonesing for success in excess all succeed
Fix me up with coffee, tobacco and weed
A working class speedball is all that I need
A working class speedball is all that I need
The world only imagines things to be bought
By souls sold into slavery for a recycled plot
I free myself buying coffee, tobacco and pot
A working class speedball is all that I need
A working class speedball is all that I need
All you need is love but they want to see the cash
But why bust your nut shagging after flashy trash
When you can drink coffee, smoke tobacco and some hash
A working class speedball is all that you need
A working class speedball is all that you need
If the world is a hemorrhoid, a pain in the ass
Then, like other things, its days too must pass
Until then, I'll take coffee, tobacco and grass
A working class speedball is all that I need
A working class speedball is all that I need
Falling out of bed and into the abyss
I heard this whispered by a whiskered walrus:
Drink coffee, smoke tobacco and canna-bissss
A working class speedball is all that you need
A working class speedball is all that you need
If you want to be a hero, then don't follow me
If you want to be a hero, well don't follow me
mr natch
You good over there, dude?Yeah, I'm good, good as I can get
As long as I don't have to
Come down yet. Or head back
To town too soon, or join in with
Whatever it is that the rest of you do.
Yeah, I'm good, good as it gets
Having to watch all of you
Building this mess that smells
Really bad and sounds even worse.
And you all look so unhappy
Riding around in and talking on your
Cells. Is it worth it to you
For you to do what you did?
A simple life of being nice
Requires none of this. Yeah,
I'm good, so good, good as I can get.
Long as I don't have to come down yet
Or head to town too soon
Or join in with building
All of this mess.
sing me back home
Finish up the month with'Sing Me Back Home', by
Merle Haggard. Posted by
'mysteriongalaxy' on youtube.
Thanks dead.net, for
DeadCoversProject.
Whoever thought of it,
give them more money
and a bigger office.
Please. Thankyou.
soft feather lick
sink deep in chocolate sheetswreathed in butterfly smoke
awakened soak
pastel waves elegant heat
absinthe pillow
triangle palms
waves of underwater
soft skin awakening
wrapped and stroked
sunken communion
dark brown coffee as night expands
caramel tongues and aching salt
Summer Spring Summer?
dead leaves still cling to barren limbsas the first day of spring's sun
casts afternoon shadows
over still frozen ponds
sense of foreboding
as slanting spring rays
cause sunburn
temps in 80s
with no
soft smell
of earth
or green
budding.
help!
Am I the canary
In the mine
chirping the alarm?
The Ride
What do you know?What can you say?
I think it's all OK.
Yesterday's tomorrow is only here today.
He chose to ride his bike along the monorail
that led from the side door behind the sounding whale.
A slippery silver sliver along a gentle arc
dividing equal chasms of endless light and dark.
Should he sample either pool or balance on the knife?
Would it matter either way? Would it change his life?
A tangent. A tangent! Perhaps it's up or down.
A bike with wings, a tern-like thing, to gyre and to soar.
Or maybe fins to dive deep where the whale has gone before.
Or hold true to the rail along the ground.
He pondered on the mystery.
He thought about the history
that would yet unfold
when today would be the yesterday
of tomorrow.
Disorder Increases With Time
I tend to spend my timethinking about
the moment we live in
Narrow my thinking for
milliseconds
in existence's instance
This Moment
The future has not come,The past has gone by.
Catch this moment
If you can.
Thinking about it
Slays 10,000 Buddhas
In one second.
Live and act
Genuinely in one moment.
All Bodhisattvas rejoice,
All Buddhas praise you!
Life During Wartime
The Talking Heads: Life During Wartime
Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons,
packed up and ready to go
Heard of some gravesites, out by the highway,
a place where nobody knows
The sound of gunfire, off in the distance,
I'm getting used to it now
Lived in a brownstone, lived in the ghetto,
I've lived all over this town
This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
this ain't no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey dovey,
I ain't got time for that now
Transmit the message, to the receiver,
hope for an answer some day
I got three passports, a couple of visas,
don't even know my real name
High on a hillside, the trucks are loading,
everything's ready to roll
I sleep in the daytime, I work in the nightime,
I might not ever get home
This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
this ain't no fooling around
This ain't no Mudd Club, or C. B. G. B.'s,
I ain't got time for that now
Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, P. A.?
You oughta know not to stand by the window
somebody might see you up there
I got some groceries, some peanut butter,
to last a couple of days
But I ain't got no speakers, ain't got no
headphones, ain't got no records to play
Why stay in college? Why go to night school?
Gonna be different this time
Can't write a letter, can't send a postcard,
I can't write nothing at all
This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
this ain't no fooling around
I'd like to kiss you, I'd love you hold you
I ain't got no time for that now
Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock,
we blended with the crowd
We got computer, we're tapping phone lines,
I know that ain't allowed
We dress like students, we dress like housewives,
or in a suit and a tie
I've changed my hairstyle so many times now,
I don't know what I look like!
You make me shiver, I feel so tender,
we make a pretty good team
Don't get exhausted, I'll do some driving,
you ought to get you some sleep
Get you instructions, follow directions,
then you should change your address
Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day,
whatever you think is best
Burned all my notebooks, what good are
notebooks? They won't help me survive.
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace,
the burning keeps me alive
Try to stay healthy, physical fitness,
don't want to catch no disease
Try to be careful, don't take no chances,
you better watch what you say.
(What is this song about? Think about it!)
Burning Down The House
Talking Heads: Burning Down The House
Watch out you might get what you're after
Cool babies strange but not a stranger
I'm an ordinary guy
Burning down the house
Hold tight wait till the party's over
Hold tight We're in for nasty weather
There has got to be a way
Burning down the house
Here's your ticket pack your bag: time for jumpin' overboard
The transportation is here
Close enough but not too far, Maybe you know where you are
Fightin' fire with fire
All wet hey you might need a raincoat
Shakedown dreams walking in broad daylight
Three hun-dred six-ty five de-grees
Burning down the house
It was once upon a place sometimes I listen to myself
Gonna come in first place
People on their way to work baby what did you except
Gonna burst into flame
My house S'out of the ordinary
That's might Don't want to hurt nobody
Some things sure can sweep me off my feet
Burning down the house
No visible means of support and you have not seen nuthin' yet
Everything's stuck together
I don't know what you expect starring into the TV set
Fighting fire with fire
Animals
Talking Heads: Animals
I'm mad...And that's a fact
I found out...Animals don't help
Animal think...They're pretty smart
Shit on the ground...See in the dark.
They wander around like a crazy dog
Make a mistake in the parking lot
Always bumping into things
Always let you down down down down.
They're never there when you need them
They never come when you call them
They're never there when you need them
The nevere come when you call them down down down down.
I know the animals...Are laughing at us
They don't even know...What a joke is
I won't follow...Animal's advice
I don't care...If they're laughing at us.
They're never there when you need them
They never come when you call them
They're never there when you need them
The nevere come when you call them down down down down.
They say they don't need money
They're lvinign on nuts and berries
They say animals don't worry
You know animals are hairy?
They think they know what's best
They're making a fool of us
They ought to be more careful
They're setting a bad example
They have untroubled lives
They think everything's nice
They like to laugh at people
They're setting a bad example
(Go ahead) Laugh at me.
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Center Seeds
Sneaking goose bumps rise
on outer flesh
Mindful nerves communicating
Science
It was more than a day should
hold
It's true you do know lonely
Lonely came in
one night and with no invitation
as just an absence of presence
and made the flesh feel
nothingness-deeper
Everyone knows lonely
a reminder of the deeds we
partake in
To possess endurance beyond
a physical victory
Science
Compassion is a thing we think
others do
not feel
Loyalty is richness in the heart
The words embrace you
so firmly
they exist
Waking up with only your lovers
flesh, anatomy and physiology
and absolutely nothing more.
Vastness and Kindness
amputated and sewn to heal
with skilled hands and a
sanitary environment
Inconsistent reactions of
our flesh creating a
scattered cheese filled maze
we thrive in but
is it but a labyrinth this
day beholds
-as a trap
to lose your head in
Stitches and Peroxide.
Shall we know a shortcut
that avoids all dead ends.
Could or can we- Know-
what is unseen today?
Resistances to change
are self inflicted wounds
mastered by pressed pulp
and cartridges and a
absence of lye
Merciful Friends
-sherbear 3/23/04 revised 4/3/12
Come Stretch Your Sight:
Come Stretch Your Sight:
A sun net
Come venture through dark woods and stretch your sight,
To an emerald meadow full overgrown.
Soak in the flush colors of sparkling light.
Birds air to whisping winds and insects' drone.
Bear the wit of the sun so sentient.
Swallows dive, stitching threads of energy.
Breathe deeply the splendor of this intent,
And be strung up into life's filigree.
Disperse your rays for the meadow you are,
Profoundly suckling a nurturing breast.
Exalt in the spirit of father star,
And nectar flows into life's synthesis.
Stretch your sight into dark woods and descend;
The internal child can be born again.
R.dillard
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still water moves wellcradling in quietness
around all it knows
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a spring haiku
Early morning calm.A pair of swans glide soundlessly
beneath cloudless blue cool.
Definition of a traditional Haiku:
n. pl. haiku also hai·kus1. A Japanese lyric verse form having three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables, traditionally invoking an aspect of nature or the seasons.
2. A poem written in this form.
(From The American Heritage Dictionary)
A Spring Chore haiku
Mucking out the barn,Cows resent broken stolid peace
Why must humans intrude?
The 5-7-5 syllable line-up in three lines presents quite a challenge and is often ignored in painting a lovely vignette invoking the season. The Japanese impose their iron-clad discipline on us. We should not rebel but rather take it as a challenge.
There is always a heavy sense of zen within a really good haiku. What is there and nothing more completely paints a perfect picture. I am forever enthralled by this particular brand of poetry, mostly due to this aspect.
The more I meditate, the closer I feel to becoming one with the subject at hand in such a spare style. Perhaps I shall become good one day. It is a worthy task, both for the craft and the spirit.
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branches lain to restsnaps of attention
like our dead can do
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loons are callingcome to the waters edge
moon light swoons the day
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"If thou canst plan a noble deed,And never flag till it succeed,
Through in the strife thy heart should bleed,
Whatever obstacles control,
Thine hour will come-go on, true soul!
Thou'lt win the prize, thou'lt reach the goal."
-Clarence Mackay
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This poem was written by one of my dearest offriends, resting in peace now; (yeah I know).
He played in a band in NYC called The Felons in the 60's.
He's highly intellectual, specific, a great shot and ever so interesting.
He played guitar and I loved his acoustic stuff. We used to do
a fine Bobby McGee, all crazy like. I've had this piece and
others that he wrote for years and I've decided to sher it.
It is used by permission and sher'd only here at dead.net and
dead.net affiliates. Not for reproduction, thank you.
~Enjoy!
"IF I COULD GO BACK IN TIME"
By
E. Drennen III
October 21, 1999
When day is done & night's begun
to steal across the sky,
I seek out a secluded spot
and think of times gone by.
To visualize and fantasize
on that which used to be,
soothes my mind as I incline
to former centuries.
I dream of scenes of kings & queens
and noble of the realm;
of vagabonds and courtesans,
and sailors at the helm.
Of highwaymen; -excisemen;
-smugglers in a cove;
of privateers 'n buccaneers.
-their chests of Spanish gold!
Or scallywags; -fleet footpads;
-harlequins at play!
Army gunners; -Bow Street runners;
-press gangs on the quay!
Merchants, and street urchins,
-saucy maidens in their frocks;
(-and even that poor varlet
hung at the Execution Dock!)
I see myself drink-to-the-health
of George upon-the-throne.
I celebrate - with my mates -
in songs now rarely known.
Carousing 'round old London-town
on cobblestones we'd stroll;
- cavaliers and grenadiers,
who flourished long ago.
Then there are scenes wherein I seem
to be the bright "gay-blade';
all attired like a squire;
-in buckram and brocade.
A baise waistcoat, a long black cloak,
- a white wig of powdered hair,
in tri-cornered hat with lace cravat;
- I'll look so debonair!
Upon my wrists, silk handkerchiefs
peek out from 'neath my cuffs,
while at my side a sword abides;
- to ward off would-be toughs!
My velvet breeches (with codpiece!)
are bound to catch an eye;
of young coquettes (all-in-a-sweat!)
as I meander by!
Yes; - in my mind I find that I'm
content with thoughts like these;
(- before our modern times arrived
with all its miseries).
And if I could, I surely would
return to 'yesteryear',
and leave behind these present times
which hold for me no cheer....
When day is done and night's begun
to steal across the sky,
I seek out some secluded spot
and think of times gone by.
And if, my friend, you should attend,
and share my frame of mind,
let's join our hand's together;
- and we'll both go back in time!
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Only Seen by a small Torch Light
The Dragon bearing breath of fire
Darkened stillness of the enveloped hour.
Misty bog whitened with fog.
Still trees and moss, fireflies and frogs.
Tolling on the noises harkened by thee night.
Frightened, Frightened, Full of Fear~
Dragon, Dragon breathes are Near~
Floating through the weeded green waters;
by the moat not left ungaurded.
See the Dragon hidden there
Watching, Watching with opened eyes~
Move just wrong, The Darkness shall be gone
Dampened air will soar with flames
If in its path ~ fires will rage.
Frightened, Frightened, Full of Fear~
Dragon, Dragon breathes are Near~
Castle of Grey,
Twisting Away
Flag of Wisdom;
Wildly Whipping;
Wizard of Wonder;
Spells from Above and Under
The Earth and The Sky;
Wizard ole' Wizard~ You must know Why???
Frightened, Frightened, Full of Fear~
Dragon, Dragon breathes are Near~
Dragon, Dragon let me in~
Across the moat over to the drawn bridge.
To See the Wizard, Dragon, Dragon
I must see the Wizard.
Frightened, Frightened, Full of Fear~
Dragon, Dragon breathes are Near~
Branches, Branches under the feet of thee
Snap and Pop the rustle leaves
Noise, Noises in the Night,
The Dragon decides those that are right
and when he feels they are truly wrong~
A breath of Fire ~ Noise be gone!
Frightened, Frightened, Full of Fear~
Dragon, Dragon breathes are Near~
I know~ I sense the Dragon knows~
To the Castle a Stranger goes.
Through rippling water he quickly swims,
to meet; one on one~
the Stranger and Him.
Frightened, Frightened, Full of Fear~
Dragon, Dragon breathes are Near~
Rearing his head as If to Attack~
I couldn't move, No turning back~
Wizard, Wizard I cried aloud
Frightened, Frightened, Full of Fear~
Dragon, Dragon breathes are Near~
And out of Nowhere the Wizard Appeared,
He touched the Dragon with His wand
Then with a moment my fear was gone.
The Dragon resettled in the
misty, weeded waters;
the Wizard raised his wand and these
words followed:
Ashes and Dust
Soot and Rain
Rebuild the Years
May Life Regain
Beads of Burden
Diamonds of Truth
Give Unto Me
This Life's Damned Roots
Toll and Trouble
Disappear Not Double
May Sorrow and Pain
Fade to Wonder
Wizard Wizard
Powers Adue
Abide to Me
Give Me the Roots
In that instant, my soul
stole away from my body and
my brain. It drifted above the wand
afloat; it remained there silently~
Yes, t'was My Ghost.
Gusting winds ripped the Air~
Frightened, Frightened Seeing My Soul Up There
Though it stayed so motionless and still
The Wizard Yelled and Chanted this Spell:
Screaming Winds~
Years Will Give
Whip and Wind
The Clock of Time
Back To Seal
Birthing Fear
Rewind and Dine
On Pain's Divine
Create The New
and Grant
I Grant a Second Time
Over & Over & Over he Chanted
Till the winds stopped the sin
And I lay in my Mother's arms
with a Soul of 70 being just born.
-Sherry Baylis
3/30/1993
This piece is unique and I wrote it long ago.
Enjoy it and reprint with permission only.
Copyrighted December 1993.
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