Unchecked.

Outside of all reason in numbers

Without apology
or regret
Of any kind.
They are

in a world of their own
by their own design.

Unstoppable as the tides
or the rising of the moon.

They preside over THEIR landscape
unwilling to relent

In any
Form or fashion.

Assaulted by poisons
and pestilence

They adapt
Grow Stronger.

As if their mantra is
“Whatever you do, I will endure.”

A lesson perhaps, to the RICH
From the POOR.

An interesting graph
might be

The comparative values of

The increase in world wide poverty
The increase in processed foods
The increase in healthcare costs
And the increase in concentrated private corporate control of

MONEY, ENERGY, FOOD, MEDICINE, WARFARE
& EMPLOYMENT

Weeds.

Rising like tiny phoenixes
Over the earth
against all odds

No matter the species
the natural order
expresses

Or

A case of such
inherent
myopic
point of view

as to be a self created
phenomenon.

Weeds.

This letter is a little late in coming, I know.

Well, some things take more time than others, and all things have their right place in time.

Be that as it may.

I wanted to say to you, each and all together, that I appreciate you, and “Thank You”.

While my political opinions may vary from yours, on many things, it would seem, we are a match.

While I have not met a President I liked since they killed JFK in my youth; mostly because I think they are all CIA plants…

(So this is probably where our political opnions might diverge…)

In spite of any of that, I want to express my congratuatlions for speakign your minds and encourage you to continue to do so. In these times, we need it more than ever.

I know, by now your wounds are most likely long healed – but it occurs to me that there are important things that need saying, even now.

Let’s change the world by being who we are and standing up for what we truly believe in.  What’s wrong witht hat?

Hey Hey HEY and we keep waiving our arms in the
air but we’re all tired out…

I heard somebody say
today’s the day

Big ol’ hurricane
She’s goin our way

Knocking over the buildings
taking out all the lights

oh open your eyes boy, we made it
through the night

Oh, open your eyes boy, we made it through the night

Let’s take a walk on the bridge
right over this mess

Don’t need to tell me a thing baby,
we’re already confessed.

And I raised my voice to the air
and we were blessed

It’s hard to give
It’s hard to get

It’s hard to live
Still I think it’s the best bet

It’s hard to give
But I’m never gonna forget

It’s hard to give
it’s hard to get
But everybody needs a
little foregiveness.

Hey now baby,
Everybody needs a
Little forgiveness.

His original version of this tune makes all of that abundantly clear and proves the point as the song holds true today more than ever.

Thanks, Mr. Prine. You really did it up good.

All her lands were
hidden in the trees

The universe was pleased
and sent the dreamer
back to sleep

now we must awke

take back
take back your power
every minute of every hour
every breath you take
every move you make
every step you take
it’s all up to you

there have been
many young seekers
turned back
when faced with
meager
survival
crushes dreams
you must remember who you are

take back
take back your power
learn to open
like a flower

every word you say
every game you play
every dime you pay
it’s all up to you.

sweet garden
floating in the dreamer’s eye

and all her lands were
hidden in the trees…

1989 Keaau Hawaii

Where was I?

Never mind. Doesn’t matter.

Love her, in spite of myself.

how lovely to have this exploratory adventure when

there is so much to explore…

Some nights I wander through this song as if I have lived in it all my life.

Some days this song lives in me like an anthem.

I have no way to live other than I have.

I have no way to change anything that has been.

I have no way to make things any different than they have been.

And some nights after those days, this song, for all that it changes nothing, makes it all alright.

Sweetest voice and clearest melody – this soul is as clear as light right here on earth. Thanks Patti.
Gotta be one of your biggest fans ever.

intermittently

randomly

Throughout my days

So, Even though this is a rough live version of it, it/’s the only one I can post here from youtube, it’s still gorgeous. Go Claudia. The recorded version is even better.

I stand by my position.

And I adore Alison Krauss for agreeing with
me at least in this one song.

We will persevere.

I lit my love and watched it burn
Asking nothing in return

Except the lessons I would learn
By holding crazy faith

Do not search the skies above, search your crazy faith.

Love is lightning love is ice, it only strikes the lucky twice

Once so you will know the price
Once for crazy faith.

It’s crazy I know, but my faith says so. It tells me.

But of course, I should have known she was my girl as soon as I heard the first song of hers I ever heard.

Gravity.

I left home when I was 17
Just grew tired of alling down

Pretty well sums it up.