| baby be...
Posted: 10/25/2008 10:26:23 PM | What a warrior yearns for is seldom understood.
And even the warrior cries poetry.
Give I pray thee the warrior love.
And indeed a warrior will love in return. | |
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| baby be...
Posted: 10/25/2008 10:30:07 PM | [Internally Beautiful Woman]
Though used and abused,
I pardon those sins!
Though lustful, self-destructive and rebellious
I grant to thee immunity:
Indemnity required to return to me.
Here I await this illusion.
Who refrains from the rain!
Especially when the rain is so rich in pleasure-ous pains.
I dance to this tune of matrimony!
Utterly disdained for this loyalty:
Utterly disdained, by my goddess of love! | |
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| thank you...
Posted: 10/26/2008 6:36:24 AM | j..thank you
for gracing
my humble thread
your words
linger in my mind
linger in my heart
hauntingly | |
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| flight's of fancy
Posted: 10/26/2008 4:48:15 PM | my mind searched the sky's the hawk answered my call my vision became as his
wind rustling thru my hair as it fly's thru the air my limbs feel as his body do's
my heart beat's faster as i feel him swoop after prey
sudden ground rush fast last minute break i feel the rabbit in my feet
as he carry's his dinner to safety my mind ripped from his as he close's the door to me
i look up the tree an watch him eat he looks down an squall's at me
our voyage together makes us whole | |
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| flight's of fancy
Posted: 10/27/2008 6:04:30 AM | you should change your name to f'hawk!!
reminds me of a movie i saw...geeze, 2o years ago...ladyhawk...a fantasy flick where a spell was placed on two lovers so they could never be together...he was a wolf at night but as dawn rose he would return to being a man while she would become a hawk until sunset and then she would return to being a woman and he a wolf...
nice description...heart beats faster...feeling the rabbit at your feet...voyage together makes us whole...nice! | |
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| lost in thought....
Posted: 10/27/2008 6:48:23 AM | last night i returned to neil young's bridge school concert..an annual benefit (22 years, i think) to support the bridge school ...a school to assist students with disabilities....they help with adaptive equipment, teaching/learning strategies, etc assisting physical, medical, mental disabilities... the ultimate goal is to transition students to mainstream schools...yet because special education is so broad while some students go on to berkeley to get their graduate degree others pass away while in elementary school....this year there was an unspoken joy...no student passed away...
annually, neil and his wife pegi gather an eclectic group of musicans to preform over 8 hours of acoustic music...while focusing on the kids...my faves this year included wilco, death cab for cutie, smashing pumpkins and norah jones...but always number one for me is neil young...i fell in love with him when he was in buffalo springfield...then csny...then crazy horse...and am still smitten with him now...an advocate for the enivronment and humanity it seems my love for him and his wife grow every year...
the concert started at 2pm with cat power (they always begin with the lesser known bands) and built to neil and the finale...throughout the day he'd jump in and play guitar with wilco or organ with norah jones...
the songs he shared this year included: when god made me; the needle damage done; heart of gold; and old man...but what really blew my mind is when he and his band plays 'a day in the life'....it was f'ing awesome!!!
of course his lyrics are poetry...but together with his melody...it's magic..
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When God Made Me
Was he thinkin' about my country
Or the color of my skin?
Was he thinkin' 'bout my religion
And the way I worshipped him?
Did he create just me in his image
Or every living thing?
When God made me
When God made me
Was he planning only for believers
Or for those who just have faith?
Did he envision all the wars
That were fought in his name?
Did he say there was only one way
To be close to him?
When God made me
When God made me
Did he give me the gift of love
To say who I could choose?
When God made me
When God made me
When God made me
When God made me
Did he give me the gift of voice
So some could silence me?
Did he give me the gift of vision
Not knowing what I might see?
Did he give me the gift of compassion
To help my fellow man?
When God made me
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Needle And The Damage Done
I caught you knockin'
at my cellar door
I love you, baby,
can I have some more
Ooh, ooh, the damage done.
I hit the city and
I lost my band
I watched the needle
take another man
Gone, gone, the damage done.
I sing the song
because I love the man
I know that some
of you don't understand
Milk-blood
to keep from running out.
I've seen the needle
and the damage done
A little part of it in everyone
But every junkie's
like a settin' sun.
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Heart Of Gold lyrics
I want to live,
I want to give
I've been a miner
for a heart of gold.
It's these expressions
I never give
That keep me searching
for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.
Keeps me searching
for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.
I've been to Hollywood
I've been to Redwood
I crossed the ocean
for a heart of gold
I've been in my mind,
it's such a fine line
That keeps me searching
for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.
Keeps me searching
for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.
Keep me searching
for a heart of gold
You keep me searching
for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.
I've been a miner
for a heart of gold.
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| lost in thought....
Posted: 10/27/2008 6:59:00 AM | Awesome Rose!
CSNY...Deja Vu
Teach Your Children my fav!
with Crazy Horse...it was Cinnamon Girl,
then, of course, Harvest Moon!
He is still one of my favorite musicians. | |
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| lost in thought....
Posted: 10/27/2008 7:18:23 AM | Footnotes and asterisks,
post-it's and string,
constant reminders
of life and living. | |
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| lost in thought....
Posted: 10/27/2008 7:25:24 AM |
Footnotes and asterisks,
post-it's and string,
constant reminders
of life and living.
brings to mind indispensible utility drawer... the one where you can find almost anything to help fix or mend a bit or broken something... nice thought...
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| lost in thought....
Posted: 10/27/2008 8:41:40 AM | ahhhhh manny...yeah..he sang harvest moon as well
truly magical...his benefit concert has become a family tradition for us..
although this was ian's first (he's been gone for 7 years...just as we began!)
thanks for posting..always a pleasure to see you...
and sherrilove...welcome! | |
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| lost in thought....
Posted: 10/27/2008 3:16:57 PM | heavy heart
saddens
violence in the streets
a generation lost to ills
another student killed
and
it's only october
what price
do we have to pay
respect is all they say
but the meaning
is illusive
living
in the illusion
of hope
try to cope
with reality
again | |
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| ~lost in thought ~
Posted: 10/27/2008 8:06:16 PM | ty ll2music...
(neil young)
spirit of purity
driven
by
life
roll of the dice
artist
advocate
stewart of the earth
songs of
hope
pain
life
love
all the above
brings
tears
to my eyes
and
my heart | |
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| ~lost in thought ~
Posted: 10/27/2008 11:39:18 PM | fleeing to your safe arms
hammy's usually safe house
rife with ghouls and demons
yes, our news here has been horrific
mother slaying her child
because its presence is just
an unbearable reminder
of the man who threw her over
for another woman
this world just filled
with ghouls and demons
the slashers and smashers
of sweet little pumpkins
filled with light
the heartless, cruel and judgemental
self-righteously smug in
their inviolate perfection
everything wounded needing eradication
how this evil swells, like leeches
how they rise from the bleeding
these bloated envoys of
what they decide is justice. | |
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| ~lost in thought ~
Posted: 10/28/2008 4:48:29 AM | yep swan...
sometimes life
just don't
make no
sense | |
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| ~lost in thought ~
Posted: 10/28/2008 5:11:23 AM | late the other night
when you first returned
from neil's concert
so filled with delight
you shared your news
for thorb's 'review'
and from reading your words
there and here in my peruse
this is what then came to mind
calling it now
'Stepping back in time
while still trying to rhyme' :) ...........
wow - what an occasion for you
brings me back to my very first concert in '72
in Boston when my brother, his friends and I did see
all four of them when
Young had just joined the other three.....
we sat up high in our cheap seats
the volume so high my ears did ring
so missed some of the words that they did sing
and being at the opposite end of the row from my brother
when the joints were passed i just didn't know
do I take one puff or two to be equal with the others?
but besides these almost trivial details
it was the stage that had my attention
for there they were, those musicians
who's music I loved
for their harmonies and songs were so beautiful
their messages so clear
a once in a lifetime affair
that started that year
when people still cared
not just about their cash....
it was an amazing concert with
Crosby, Stills, Young and Nash | |
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| ~lost in thought ~
Posted: 10/28/2008 5:34:58 AM | awww...what a memory...
weR1
'72...was a very good year!
thanx for sharin'
saw CSN&Y about 3 years ago
their freedom of speech concert
sound the same but somehow...
older!!
in high school we would sing
i would always be
young
for that is my range
soprano!
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their message is still clear
maybe the world will hear
the words of their song
change is happenin' near
i won't shed a tear
when the evil is gone
i can quickly spin
when i think of
the mess we're in
caused by greed
while others scrimp and save
so badly the rich behave
the lives they lead
'ethics' lost in the wind
in the end
no one wins
we can't start all over again
we must begin
with the mess we are in
hope is the only rope
they will help me cope
with reality | |
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| ~lost in thought ~
Posted: 10/28/2008 6:51:53 AM | ~for bird~
he said to let it rip...
let it fly like hell
makes you feel better
that's the story he tells
but where do i begin
with the feelings stuffed inside
how do i let them out
without totally losing my pride
yeah i am pissed
at the state of our affairs
we elect them into office
then they don't really care
except about about their greed
and their mutherfuking might
they don't plant the seed
and do what is right
they think life is a game
like chess, i reckon
who can grab all the eggs
and cook up all the bacon
as they sit back and watch
the poor get poorer
they have no conscience in them
as they watch the horror
they are only happy that
they are on top
riding the roller coaster
hoping it will never stop
but stop that it will
someday they'll meet their maker
and down to hell they'll sit
while the flames gets hotter
maybe then they'll see
all the damage that they've done
and finally they'll believe
nope..nobody really won | |
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| mutherfuking
Posted: 10/28/2008 7:13:15 AM | Rose!
Get out the soap and water
Wash your mouth out woman
Do you see, do your see
Jez see the filth that is coming
To many shady characters
You've been hanging around
Mutherfuking mutherfuking
Where was such language to be found
The halo has dropped
The halo has slipped
For Rose has today
Decided to let rip
A foul mouth tyrant
Behind that pristine facade
Oh Rose Oh Rose
I love it when you talk bad!
More dirty talk please! | |
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| mutherfuking
Posted: 10/28/2008 7:56:57 PM | Life swirling around in a stuper of confusion.
swinging and swaying in the knowledge of illusion.
what was then is not now and now is not what we know.
so we know nothing and have noting to show.
When the words are spoken do they remain true.
Or are they a metephoric mist much like morning dew.
Dripping from the tounge to ground feeding something new.
If thoughts were colors then I would be blue.
driping and droping on flowers that bloom.
as the words are absorbed I hear somthing in the way
curiously I watched as it came into play.
molding and shaping like a ball of clay
but not to be recognized for the its view of the shape.
It changed me from blue to green the light seemed to shine in a spectrum beam
seeing all the colors seemed strange to me.
I dripped as more wet thoughts of uncertianty fell to the floor
now i see the colors I cant ingore drowning in light brighter than before
I realized it was I that could choose
any color I felt I would use
the canvase was primed and wating for the juice
the wet colors i spit were prolific and profuse
I salavated as my mind went on driping and droping all I had done
every thought changing like a grape in the sun
as a second pasted so did my brush my tounge
a coagulated jar of driping droping paint
I knew the answers would come when I could no longer wait
when my brush is dry and I the mind is faint
I knew I would know when my time was up
and wating no more I will have an empty cup
so if I know I dont then knowing fate
and if I dont know then I might as well paint. | |
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| mutherfuking
Posted: 10/28/2008 9:05:28 PM | If its the truth you seek then I say unto thee
Let the truth be heard and not what you see
for a fathomless depth I meet when I greet the deep.
Oceans of thought that seem to creep
riding a wave till it breaks diving into a dream.
Thick flowing rivers of celestial cream
We get deep in the sense that were not who we seem
there in the tide do we find ourselves free.
Free from body and the material screen.
I can express for a moment a higher state of being
for I have only my thoughts to silence the scream
The scream of my soul begging for me to feed.
So I swim deeper and faster into the cream
finding the center of my existancial gleam
a sphere of liquid light that lets life beam
a sphere of no time no thought no thing
just the absolute recolection of serenity
hold it wait and consentrate
dont lose it now not here not yet
ah the silence consumes me and the cream no longer opaque
the clarity of crystal the translusent lake
the water is calm I begin to awake
to the same world I live with a different outake
so i come to my sences and they tell me its great
what ever i need I recive and I take
The universe is listening so make no mistake
trust what you love and forget what you hate
thus you trust in us and you trust in fate
we are what we are and we are what we make
breath deep and greet every minute with a saint like trait
the world is your canvas and you are the paint. | |
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| lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/28/2008 11:45:18 PM | musiart...
'if thoughts were colors then i'd be blue'...
ohhhhhh
your words are like dreams...
your first work reminds me of a japanese movie i once saw...
can't remember the title...it had subtitles though (!)
the characters were living in a van gough panting...
i remember there was an old man pulling a cart
across a cobblestone arched bridge
over a river
many methaphors
very dreamlike....
ahhhhhhh
and you second poem
i love the flow
the word choice
the rhyme
hope you come by often
thank you so much...
~r~ | |
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| lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/29/2008 4:29:01 AM | Hey Rose, seen ya had two propsal's yesterday, WOW you are some kind of Gal.....I'm gonna third that, "Rose, will you marry me", oh, wait I just remember'd, you've had more than that............lol I guess I will have to wait my turn...........in the next century.......lol I Love You, hugs and kisses
Cold weather beat'n the lungs
take'n the breath away
numb'n somethings.........lol
thanking goodness for all the things in my life!!!!!
Sun rising, to spread the rays of light, warming, my days, stay'n in my dreams through the night!!! | |
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| lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/29/2008 4:58:28 AM | hambone
i'd marry ya in a minute!
thanks for the sunshine sweets
i can feel it from here...
both day and night...
mwah! | |
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