CHÉ/Judy
Collins
One morning in Bolivia
The leader of the partisans and two of his companions
Were forced to flee the mountains for their lives
Through green and dusty villages they sped along the little roads
The peasants smiled and shouted as they hurried by
Jesus called out to every one "Don't think that we are leaving,
They only tried to frighten us with guns, we shall return,"
Continue with your work, continue with your talk
You have it in your hand to own your life to own your land
The people smiled and shouted and they ran along a little while
They stood and watched, their hands were restless and empty
The body of Jesus was in the jeep that they blew up
Before it reached the plane
The priest was proud to bless him or what there was
of him remaining in the afternoon
Continue with your work, continue with your talk
You have it in your hands to own your life to own your land
There is no one who can show you the road you should be on
They only tell you they can show you and then tomorrow they are gone
The smell of oil and incense fill the room in this adobe hut
Where on the table lies the body of a man
His face is pale and young, his beard is dark and curled
Pennies hold his eyelids from the evening light
People from the village those who knew him, those who killed him
Stand inside the door, their hands are restless and empty
They watch the priest make silent crosses in the air
And pray to God inside their hearts for their own souls
Continue with your work, continue with your talk
You have it in your hands to own your life to own your land
There is no one who can show you the road you should be on
They only tell you they can show you and then tomorrow they are gone
True Stories &
Other Dreams
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prism
now that the castle is beginning to fall
glass prism ice prone to stress & aggression
well intentioned people try to shore up its walls
with papier-mâché & past life regressions
it’s easier to guard the frozen stairs
than to tell you how much i care
but i do because i love you
& i’ll always try to be there
for you too
but
we’ve heard it all
we’ve heard it all
yes, we’ve heard it all before
the children’s crusades are still marching
to the tune of violence & confetti
exposing veins & secrets
exploding little breasts
once
our dreams seemed so tall
they could see us through reality
now confronted by the extinguishing
i feel so finite & so small
today a cruel awakening
little children are frightened too
their bodies tiny matchsticks
scatter as they fall
meanwhile in the deepest wood
i would stay here if we could
but you prefer town
white, imported wedding gown
embroidered veil
palest shades of aquamarine
shadows in satins & blues
matrimonial frock
contra banned & arctic hues
knocked up on the auction block
steel fortress
iron maiden
specifically
redesigned
for
2
together
we dreamed up this castle
little bits of colored glass reflecting chips
bit by little chips prism reflecting bits
no longer sheltering or transforming
little chips of rainbows reflecting
little bits of glass reflecting chips
too bad
so sad
we just let it go
all
the good things we longed for once were true
there was a me
there was a you
defensive like a nursery rhyme
we both knew
never could
be true
so
every dawn before i sleep
stars implode willows creek
wishing i knew just what to do
to show my need
my love for you
but we’ve seen it all
we’ve seen it all
yes, we’ve seen it all before
too bad
so sad
we just let it go
goodbye...

JEFarrow
Year of
OurSELF 2008

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slim
slow slider
Slim slow slider
Horse you ride
White as snow
Slim slow slider
Horse you ride
Is white as snow
Tell it everywhere you go
Saw you walking
Down by the ladbroke grove this morning
Saw you walking
Down by the ladbroke grove
this morning
Catching pebbles for some
sandy beach
You’re out of reach
Saw you early this morning
With your brand new boy and his cadillac
Saw you early this morning
With your brand new boy and his cadillac
You’ve gone for something
And I know you won’t be back
I know you’re dying, baby
And I know you know it, too
I know you’re dying
And I know you know it, too
Everytime I see you
I just dont know what to do
Van Morrison
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amnesia
how can I recur again
& become a living
person
returning home
just beyond before
dawn
incomplete
without
you
beloved, oh how beloved
somewhere i've always
known you
would release, then relock
the terror
behold the demon of my
dreaming
the disappearing angel of
my
soul
we're co-conspirators with
combative feelings
anonymous addicts watch
our tumbling & tossing
a masquerade in joint pretention
condemned to never
really know or even feel
tarnished angels fallen
free from any haven
marked by special operations & tensions
blocked in clueless rage
our karma
&
self-hypnotic
games
always becoming
but never being
ever-growing
apart
the moon
explodes
gone into a darkness
that wasn't there
or
here
before
wooden crates from
someone's past
crumbling coffins &
cast-
off mummies, material momentos
sexual clothes in violent roles
a horror always lurking
a sorrow
just below
the stairs
See my chalice of denial—
a cure that often kills
be-
cause
without
you
never
reappear
i was glad when you found
someone else
glad you weren't left
alone that way
you never understood
you projected all your
fear of love on me
an inner conflict
impossible to share
we left each other
for our-
selves
alone
how to forget if
i can't forgive myself
crimes of the past
& more sins today
mad moments
we thankfully
won't relive again
searching now for newer
meanings
alongside personal dimensions
based on understanding
loving
that would forget
& ever love me too
grant me forgiveness
or grant me amnesia
it's so frightfully hard
to see
the traitor in my soul is
me
so it should come as no
surprise
just how bad life &
things can really get to be
more mystery
from the brain
of a doppel-
ganging mythologer
an interlocutory testament
& nothing more
from a garden
overcome
by shade
JEFarrow
California
Year of OurSELF 2011
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The Son of Jesus
Paul Kantner/Jefferson Airplane
Jesus had a son by Mary Magdalene
and he rode the land like the man who
went before
Young Jesus raised him loud,
mother Mary raised him proud and he tracked
the men who laid his father down
One day the Pilate died
with the fire in his side
Herod he died too
not the way he wanted to
you see the child knew the secrets of Egypt & Isis
& he never would be chained
to the lies of Rome or Nicaea
Could be anyone's story
cool laughing waters
dance over me
Magdalene remembered when the people smiled
and had been looser
looser than they'd been since the day young Jesus died
public execution enhanced
by levitation fancy mutilation for 2.000 years of time
Jesus could walk on the water
the man could dance on the sea of Galilee
but don't try breathing the water
miracles go only so far you see
So you think young Jesus Christ never had a lady
and you think young Mary
never saw him smile wide & free
you won't read it in the bible & if you
look you're liable
to come across the truth about the man from Galilee
The man upon the water
they had a son they had a daughter
she hid them from the slaughter in the deep Black Sea
God loved the son of Jesus
ol' God got off on the spaklin' daughter too, yes he did
Jesus could walk on the water
the man could dance on the Sea of Galilee
watch him dance watch him dance
watch him dance dance dance

Updated
08/08
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