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Hard times have fallen upon our weary warrior

Weak with the disease of this modern society

Greed sires poverty; hunger fed with indifference

Power as compulsion the root cause of our anxiety

 

False prophets bring promises of a new and better way

Under a noble flag that cloaks the truth of avarice 

How can a wolf go undeterred after the wool is pulled?

Exposing the dangerously emaciated and ravenous

 

Take a moment to recall the comfort found in freedom

We must remember the purpose of our banners waving

See our horizon at sunset once the smoke of “progress” clears

Take back our patriotic right and for it stand unwavering

 

Time has come for the sheep to reclaim the pasture

Bring back the pride in what was always tried and true

Rest assured that our colors will continue to never run

Recognize these primary colors as our Red, White and Blue

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The promised land is electric

Alive with the vibrations of a joyous noise

A venue conceived immaculately

A “Bill Graham Presents” production

That will reverberate infinitely

A “Day On The Green” held in the hereafter

I hear people are dying to get in

 

A headliners only event of Utopian proportions

The likes of which only immortals are worthy

A musical Shangri-La that will rock at volume ELEVEN

On a stage of vast landscape lit by the Aurora Borealis

 

A group that needs no introductions

Yet deserves its proper recognition

For each member had an earthly presence

Gifted with the musical ability of an army of angels

 

A backbeat rhythm of rolling thunder

As Mr. Bonham pounds beneath a raging Moon

Held together by a bell bottom end bass attack

Provided by Moonies tribesman Entwistle

With supernatural distortion only Cliff could administer

 

The revolving center stage has an everlasting array

Of the guitar mastery only fitting of such a high place

There is Jimi, Stevie Ray, and BB King.

Randy Rhoads can be seen “Flying High Again” 

While Jerry Garcia is just “Grateful” to be here

 

Last but actually first and foremost

Are the voices that will give the angels choir trouble

With the Lizard King penning his lyrical poetry

 Janice finds Southern Comfort on this new stage

Bowie is much more than just a “Space Oddity”

 Lennon now sings to those who actually “Give peace a chance”

While Bon Scott….HEY how did HE get in here?!?

Well, you see, He got turned around on that famous “Highway”

Ronnie Van Zant reminds us that his bird is now flying eternally free

While the one and only Freddie Mercury steals the show

All the angels drop to their knees with praises of “We’re not worthy”!

While the Almighty just nods his head and laughs

 

A mastery of mystical, musical magic

In a setting that has the perfection these musicians deserve

For touching our lives and lifting our spirits they found their home

This night of the brightest Stars sonically charging the multiverse

A melodic miracle that lasted for SEVEN encores

Bringing a newfound unity to all creation

Leaving the attendees awestruck and with only one thought

 

HEAVEN has one HELL of a band!!

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Downside Up

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Let me make one thing perfectly clear

As crystal as it could possibly be

A single tiny detail among millions

One tiny bubble in an eternal sea

 

An idea both emboldening and unsettling

We are being watched

There are witnesses to our triumphant failures

We are being scrutinized

As we recklessly push our “Mother” down a sewer hole

We are being found guilty

Guilty of horrific crimes against all creation

 

So let me bend your tired ear

With stories of how humanity lost its meaning

Tales that will be very hard to hear

For the pristine souls and pure of heart

Imminent demise of our elegant celestial sphere

 

A gift most certainly from the heavens

From clenched fists of the greedy shall be pried

An inconsolable mother has lost far too much

Her child’s lifeblood spilled while she cried

 

I present this fact again to the gluttonous, ignorant masses

There are eyes upon us

Carefully surveying the catastrophic damage being done

All of our fabulous disasters tallied

There is always a tipping point in nature, a correction of sorts

We are reaching terminal velocity

The point where Creation must flip things Downside-Up

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Oh, what courage it takes

To gaze into the eye of the storm

Unflinchingly taking command

Knowing the consequence of blinking first

Witnessing the wild at heart being tamed

As rivers spill over and skies take flight

Steadfastly holding our ground

Questioning only the safety found

By the fleeing of a bird on the wing

 

 

Standing against the current

Looking catastrophe directly in the eye

Recognizing fear as our sensible companion

Letting us be strong in our heightened awareness

Intensifying the existent conviction unwavering

A steely belief in what was right all along

Universal blessings soon to be gifted

As the peril of another maelstrom has lifted

Destiny allowed to play out on an angel’s wing

Flourite Fantasy

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Cradled in the ample bust of our Earth Mother

Gently settled in for a peaceful nights dreaming

Bathed in the heavenly glow of a selenite moon

Energetically protected by a silver lights gleaming

 

Violet branches perfectly wrapped with twisting gnarls

Roots under lavender keep him docile and grounded

Tranquil azure waters cascading amongst his shadows

Delivering ideas to fruition in a dreamscape unbounded

 

Negativity deflected by a protective Persian green sky

So that Spring may flourish within his heart of hearts

A pleasant calming sense of concentrated direction

Rainbows end is assuredly where his journey starts

The Dotted Line

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What does it all mean

When status quo can’t be seen?

The differences are being made from off the beams

While this mad, mad world comes apart at the seams

 

I’m sorry I don’t take direction very well

My drummer leads a march not started by your bell

So I must inform you of what may seem a jagged pill

I never have and it seems I most certainly never will

 

Lines are not to denote the placement of colors on a page

Confinement within the boundaries can be likened to a cage

Dotted lines should only be cut and never ever signed upon

To this way of thinking, it is the artists that first catch on

 

Mindless drones will always follow the nearest border

 What we need is a quick and effective cure for this disorder

Go outside and let the world give you reason to believe

Think outside the box and count the gifts you then receive

 

Remember that a blank page holds endless possibilities

While cleaning of the slate is meant to sharpen our abilities

 Our need to fall in line has imprisoned freedom of expression

Cut away the dotted line and restore our most prized possession

 

So let me tell you what I think it all means

In this dominion of stick figure Kings and Queens

Lines may only be drawn if they are traced in grains of sand

Allowing the surf of creativity to wash them clean with gentle hand

Grateful New Horizons

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When is it possible to find a little time

Solely to sit and respectfully listen?

A momentary pause in a breakneck pace

To see our reflection in dew drops glisten

 

We wake to the sound of life in high gear

After a night of fitful meandering dreams

Grinding our way through monotonous days

Continuously stifling glass shattering screams

 

Solitary warriors in a seemingly hopeless battle

Our pride fights alone until fatigue wins the day

Weary minds grasp at our fractured shards of sanity

We are overwrought as more battalions join the fray

 

Needless is the only word for such cerebral bloodshed

When a cease-fire can be close at hand within our mind

Seek out the silent warriors of tribe and spiritual nation

Guardians of such beautiful new horizons we shall find

 

A powerful armada wielding strong protective unity

Will keep us wrapped in a peaceful crystalline energy

 Never again will our negativity abscond with all the light

If we humbly accept the guidance of a newfound synergy

 

We must now find our place to sit in perfect silence

Giving thanks to our spirits, guardians, and guides

Knowing in full faith and complete gratitude

That it is they who help in turning favorable tides

 

A quiet mind’s eye can see into infinity

Only if it is truly grateful for the ability

Carnelian Skies

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I walk the countryside of a vivid surreality

Under heat and haze of another wild night

Colors of my energetic travels set me free

Tempting imagination out into peculiar light

 

Eyes open wide with a wondrous curiosity

Amongst sights and sounds of a lucid dream

Storming the world with unwavering ferocity

Adversity transforms me under radiant gleam

 

Bulletproof under rays of a turquoise sun

Empowered by the vitality of carnelian skies

Confidence with an intensity never outdone

Under watchful protection of “Mother’s” eyes

 

Tightly clad in the adamantine armor of my dreams

Striding assuredly past my waking dread as I roam

Traveling along these oddly lit paths and streams

I give thanks to my guardians for seeing me home

Higher Plane

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I vividly remember being told so often

“Keep your head out of the clouds”

I remember it like it was just yesterday

Cautionary words from the so-called wise

“Daydreaming will only cause distraction”

Good thing I wasn’t much of a listener

 

I tucked those words away for a rainy day

As I was off to find another adventure

Whether borne of my wild imagination

Or found in the bright sun of my reality

My days WERE spent wisely as I see it

Contrary to my elders conservative beliefs

 

Somewhere along the way I grew up

Saw the ugly side of truth in this world

Found appreciation for the basis of those words

Yet still I refused to give up the many wonders

Gifted me by the heavens to let my mind wander

So I decided the only thing to do is compromise

 

Now with an arsenal of the best of both worlds

I  can attack reality with ferocity from every direction

I can swim with literary mermaids in a fictional sea

While slaying the dragons of the everyday world

Priceless the value of my double edged imagination

Kept razor sharp by the need for real world existence

 

So, to my elders, I say Thank You for your warnings

That I stored away for that rainy day inevitability

When childlike imagination was no longer an option

Thank you also for not enforcing the code too strictly

Letting me hone the skills necessary to walk the fine line

Between the two worlds that mean so very much to me

 

My discovery is what I wish to pass along to any and all

That fine line can not only be walked with grace and pride

But it can be twisted and turned into any direction you wish

My lessons are both simple and simultaneously very complex

If you listen carefully and follow the heart before the mind

You too will come to see the importance of fantasy in reality

 

I have discovered absolutely and with no uncertainty

The only way to rule your Kingdom on a higher plane

Is with your feet also planted securely on the ground

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I can’t be bothered with all the things that make you leery

Listening to your rhetoric is enough to make me weary

I have pushed the limits of what is what and found but one validity

There is no weight aside from gravity to myths borne of stupidity

 

A coward seeks the things to fear that rationality finds benign

Weaker hearts will shudder at the shadows whispered sign

Another firm belief  based on narrow threads of confusion

Simple souls finding despair wrapped neatly in  illusion

 

Leave your numbered days behind and ignore the full moons calling

Let the sleek black cat find its path wherever its paws are falling

There is no luck to be gathered from a horses worn out shoe

Fortunes can’t be reversed by anything a newfound penny can do

 

Let me lead you to the truth down a path of less resistance

We are children of eternal energy that enlightens our existence

It surrounds and protects, all while quietly stoking our ambitions

Needing no recognition other than our dismissal of superstitions