| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 6/14/2008 7:41:35 PM | Talk about an old hippie. Peace Man
Old hippies dont bother me...its those old voo-doo queens who develop alheimers...now those ladies terrify this little girl!
I was born in 62,,,,the last of the baby boomers......i remember hippys...i was little and thought they were cool...my mom thought they were "hop-head communists" lol....i barely remember viet nam..i remember the news coming on every evening right after Batman and they would talk about viet nam..
hey there is an author called StarHawk...have you ever heard of her? she has written the spiral dance...a "work book" if you will...really good too...but her others...one is called the fifth element, the other called walking to mercury....wonderful wonderful read....set in the not so distant future...one of the main characters was a hippy girl from the 60's and now has just passed her 101st birthday.... anyways....i highly recommend these 2 books...they are a set...'the continuing story of'...
see ya....joy (fairyrainsong) | |
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Posted: 6/14/2008 7:48:46 PM | well thank the goddess I have not neared 100, IF i had I doubt I would care, no voodoo queen here, just a simple hedge witch,
also way back in the page, seventh son, my best to any Mose Allison fans
many blessings | |
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Posted: 6/15/2008 5:17:14 AM | going back to the first post by you.
Circles Cast, Circles Broken
Crack the Cauldron
Cast the Runes
And Be Awoken !
The Path Continues...................................
The Runes are cast
their bony fingers speaking
Caldrens cracked, thoughts are leaking
Carmen knew the cards never lie
shuffle then damn it
shuffle , damn not again
Gypsy secrets
the mark has a tell
still so hard to reverse the spell
Drum beat on
flame grow higher
my passion does fuel the fire
the Spiral dance
leads us on
awaiting now the Solstice dawn
dance on my friends , dance on
Merry meet
we greet the dawn
Blessings | |
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 6/15/2008 5:50:30 AM | addendum
again.........
the circle competes it rotation
spinning wildly on it's axis
we tarry and move on.
all is familiar
yet unremembered
we almost can connect the dots
but sadly seldom do
again we return
the path before us clears
we hesitate
unsure
when it all falls into place
a rarity indeed
harmony ecstatically
mirrored in a smile.
guard the moment
closely | |
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Posted: 6/16/2008 7:59:02 PM | well thank the goddess I have not neared 100, IF i had I doubt I would care, no voodoo queen here, just a simple hedge witch,
I think one of the best books i have ever read has got to be "The mists of avalon" by marion zimmer bradley...a completely different twist on the king arthur saga
doubtful i bow to your years of experience...me...i am just a work in progress! (giggle) No masterpiece here! My biggest problem i think is patience.....cuz even though i know that karma will eventually come around and even things out....sometimes (especially when i consider something a personal betrayal)....I JUST WANT TO HELP KARMA OUT!!! lol
and i am off...be back here later. | |
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 6/17/2008 4:24:29 AM | Karma is a curious thing
the more we chase it
the less it brings
you go girl | |
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Posted: 6/17/2008 6:34:30 PM | shes the antichrist of my savior free world
crystal blue hands of spun glass
tweenst each delicate finger
is a web spun by an albino spider | |
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Posted: 6/17/2008 6:56:53 PM | she is the last true star at dawn
faithful and patient
the summer air sighs
at the insistence of the sun | |
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Posted: 6/17/2008 7:25:34 PM | Indigo child
waiting for the turn of fates
to open again the great sea grid
watches | |
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Posted: 6/17/2008 7:27:59 PM | keystrokes with wings
tipped with Aphrodites tears
i send my written thoughts out to thee
lift me from these bonds
return now or abolish all hope | |
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Posted: 6/17/2008 7:39:34 PM | like the red holes in cat's eyes
like the sun unbraiding daylight
like the drum of time pulsing
all this dissolves me
i am a grain of granite
almost sand
a white speck
vanishing | |
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Posted: 6/17/2008 8:19:56 PM | The favorite pair
White leather'd up to the knee
GoGo Horizontal stripe'd dress
Double pig tails too
Gaze'n upon a picture of Oh, the 70's
Favorite of all!!!
(Wow, ya'll are awesome writing in here.........each and every one just kept blow'n me away!!!..........hugs and kisses!!) | |
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Posted: 6/18/2008 3:44:46 AM | LOL!!!! I have that same picture Hammy!!!!
and don't forget
the twiggy lashes
painted on your
counter-cultured white
eyeshadowed eyes
mary quant mod, vidal sassoon
ironed to straight deep banged hair
carnaby street fab chic minis so mini
you got sent home from school
op pop art rudi gernrich
oh would you EVER DARE
that topless bathing suit
NO WAY!!! but you did
could would go braless
in your hiphugger bellbottomed jeans
so faded to thin patched perfection
with the peace sign on the
back pocket and an inseam
of at least 36 inches so they
dragged nicely frayed a foot behind you
and an embroidered peasant blouse
clogs and steel rims ala lennon
boa 'd ala janis, tied dyed ala
grateful dead and that virginia
slims ciggy always held just
so casually groovy cause
you wanted to make sure everyone knew for sure
you'd come a long way baby from your
mother's girdled uptight ass | |
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Posted: 6/18/2008 4:08:42 AM | fringed leathered vest
love the smell
well worn
borrowed (by whom?)
lost (damn)
tire tread sandals
walking the haight
paisley shirt
gypsy skirt
pathwork purse
concerts in the park
part of something big
love-in?
an illusion in time
succumbed to crime
didn't have a dime
love turned to hate
in the golden gate
but for that moment
of hope and dope
we coped
war in 'nam
fallen heros
john, martin,
malcom, bobby
brotherly love
sisters above
peace and the dove | |
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 6/18/2008 4:21:37 AM | | and stumping, thumping on the children's crusade for Eugene, poet politician (cripe what an oxymoron!) | |
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Posted: 6/18/2008 4:32:14 AM | then we roll over into nixon
(i am not a crook)
watergate...
politically it's only gotten worse...
but there is hope...
i hope!
(and silently
i hope
there is a hell...
so bush
and
cheney
and all their cronies
can suffer
eternity
for being
such
unhumane
selfish pricks)
what a lousy
example of
mankind...
geeze
they
make me
embarrassed
to be
human! | |
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Posted: 6/18/2008 5:01:39 AM | dixie chicks move over
rosie and i hate this sorry sucker
and what do we care
if the rednecked bible belt
calls us poetic muddadubyafuhkers!!! | |
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Posted: 6/18/2008 10:27:03 AM | Hell no we wont go!
Harvard square
pot laced air
talking bout my generation......
hitching down to P'Town
Fair Port Convention filled the radio waves
Eric Anderson's Dusty boots
In the church basement coffee house
I remeber how the walk to the
Fallen Street Commune
shined in the rain laced
street lights in the South End
Ausley and Wavy Gravy
at the Tea Party
me , speed thin
dressed in Navy mans' cast off trousers
Love Sex and Rock in Roll
now.
I feel like I could just reach out......
gone
like crashing on Symphony Road
and waking to the stark morning light
a little toke, a hit or two
bring on midnight | |
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Posted: 6/18/2008 10:30:17 AM | Hey Swannie, don't blame me, I came from Massachusetts's
Dump the Hump
just grooving on down the road | |
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Posted: 6/18/2008 11:57:51 AM | | LOL..... yeah, right!!! remember when if ya wanted hip huggers that no one but us hippies were wearing, ya had to buy 'em in the mens department..... can ya believe we were 34 hips back then????? how many fring-a-licious ponchos did you own???? LOL..... cousin buh-rooo-cee and murray the k my idols!!! Jim Croce, Arlo and Harry Chapin at the Bitter End, Bleeker St. bliss. | |
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Posted: 6/18/2008 7:11:48 PM | sitting at a plastic table at the Blue note
collecting drink stirrers in my glass
listening to the velvet voice of the mighty Mose
Seventh son of a Seventh son
his voice wrapping around the notes
like sweet summer wine
fingers slow dancing
across the key board
that sultry southern drawl
Don't get around much any more
stay. play it one more time
each sylable melting tinto the next
floating up like smoke
drifting rising words
draping your voice around my mind | |
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Posted: 6/18/2008 7:49:25 PM | if ya even could get into the Bitter End
you'ld wind up standing
craning your neck
into chiropractic contortions
which was stupid
cause you couldn't see
thru the smoke anyway
but the night odetta sang
they damm well forgot to light up
her voice filled the whole damm village
with crystalline magic, throaty
blues so elegantly shaded in
woe and wonder so syncopated
raining a beat beat beat into the
hot hot hot darkness
of our cornered
totally arrested
breath | |
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Posted: 6/18/2008 8:14:09 PM | wow...you guys were doing all that cool stuff...when i was busy (at a bright cindy brady age 6)
trying to figure out what the white crayon was for! It never worked anyways.... oh but i got one...i do!....in honor of you all.....REMEMBER WHAT THE DOOR MOUSE SAID.....FEED YOUR HEAD! | |
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| Ghosts of Past
Posted: 6/18/2008 9:46:24 PM | as the passion of the 60's was changed by chasing coke energy
the music peaked and fell as did so many others
The moment i heard of Hendrix ,Morrison,Janis
melt into a sad sick memory barely separable from this distance
the push to sleep for a time turned into forever
I wonder what masterpieces died?
dragged to a grave of quiet
while everyones ears suffered
straining to hear | |
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Posted: 6/19/2008 5:47:58 AM | Cohen said it best
when singing of Janis
at the Chelsea Hotel
she just turned and walked away
never saying I want or need you
never looking in her mirror aging, ill or fat
she went out in a spark of life
glorious to the last
no one ever sees Janis
in their minds eye
as anything
but forever young
perhaps they were meant to shine
for one brief magic moment
there is something to be said
for bowing out in your prime | |
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