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Vicarious Living

Fine line between universals and individuality
A path that is your own amidst solid ground
Narrow gate where life passes thru truth
Existential authenticity amidst eternal pillars

We are all hidden in dreams
Sired in caves of self myth

The white light holds us along the steep paths
Pariahs of beauty
Rock music almost breaks up
Give me something with edge
The blue sky is back
Some are ravaged by incest, divorce and pain
Sanity becomes a broad definition
Some fight for every sweet meadow
Some lie and say they only see flowers

Precipitous love sifts me like fine flour
Are you satisfied with living vicariously?
Bells sing in the city of man
Heaven will rumble its glorious thunder
For now the pine trees in the wind grow
I am not a thing but an entity
I must grow like a seed planted in truth
I never liked plastic plants
Vicarious living is jealous with fear

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Roots Of Creation

One two three four!
Pull up here honey, if ya got a pussy and
Shake your ass like your ready to sing
Well, something muy high
Something muy low
When me ready limo then they follow me home like a
Roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation
I pull up my hands and I look at my feet
The reggae music make me sound so sweet
Cause we play it morning evening and all of the day
It's the sweet kinda music makes me feel O.K.
The roots of creation
Said I am living in a plastic nation
I pull up my hat
My coat is so wide
Sometimes, sometimes I feel so high
But all the time I feel airie
I feel airie when I'm down with the scene called
Roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
One more time!
Well, pull up here honey like you got limbo
Well pull up your fingers like you're ready to go
Give me
Give me something high
Give me something slow
Give me something I can use
Give me something I can know
Your the body and the mind one
Part of soul or two
I feel a different person to be a different place
I'm living in a different place
Sometime I feel although its fin
Pull up your style make it sound so fine
With ah
Pull up hands with me
Roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation
A pull up sound with Mike Happoldt at my left
I got Eric at my right
We rock the reggae music every day and night
We rock the reggae music say it's right on time
Cause you're down with the music that they call Sublime
I'm living in a different nation
Reggae style again!
Gonna win me back gonna feel so fine
Bring me down to the place so right
We rock the music so late at night
With a guitar pick in my hand
What amounts to make me a man
Me help a little girl like this
Called the roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
I pull up my hand, left pocket
Do the music, make me say me feel it
Read me on rights and me know me are wrong
Me am a white boy but I sing a reggae song
Called roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
My hands are high
My ink is dry
My love for you, it will never die
Say me love you till me will testify
Me love the music make me feel so high
Song called roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
Oh in a plastic nation
Such a boring station... a boring
One more time!
Pull up here honey if you got limbo
Pull it up make it up bounce I don't want it to be slow
I wanna make it sound right
I wanna make it sound strong
Give me kind of music make you rock all night
Like a roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation
So cheer up my life
Cheer up my life
Take out the trouble
Take out take out the strife
Give me some music make it sound so nice
Give me kinda music make we wanna singa song twice
Like roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
I pull up my hand
My seat is wobbly
Pull up your hands and it sounds like this
Cause I like my beer dry
Drink the gin and the gin
Love the kinda drink ya know make me sick
Me don't feel no nice but likewise
Make me drink gin like wine twice
I only make me feel so sadder, aya!

song performed by by Sublime
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Timeless Flowers

Land blessed with singing rain
Can you hear what the winds say?
Summer roses grow with pride
Filled with timeless mystic sky
Orchids grow in fine spring sunlight
Sired from the past eons of starlight
Circles broken will someday heal
Children laugh a wheel within a wheel

These little ones play in green fields
Before their forefathers they kneel
Silent sacred ghost in the breeze
Blood of the ages amidst tall trees
Changing tide swells; it ebbs and flows
The noble sunsets and the moon glows
Gentle mother-father lay side by side
Sorrow like rivers in tremulous time

Fallen autumn leaves that die to live
A new offspring they chose to give
Songs of the forest sometimes cry
Chills of how they lived and died
Tears like sweet mountain streams
We are their fountains and dreams
Memories like angels touch our souls
We are their seeds and living hope

Let seeds of the ageless flowers grow

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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The Seed

The wind carried the seed
Into the air to who knows where
Across the weeds, floated the seed
Until to rest on the earth, which laid bare.
And then cried the seed upon the rise
Someday I, I will be a tree,
Liken my brothers, who will be like me
And I will grow to touch the sky.
The seed again journeyed upon the wind
Over the grass and wooded paths
Above the trees, cousins to him
Past the flowers who were his friends.
While he dreamed someday; he too would have many limbs.
The seed finally lighted upon the ground
From where he chose, so his mighty roots would grow
God will water me and give me light, he cried
He will also destroy my enemies and help me rise,
But then arrived a bird, who ate the seed.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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A Cross Amidst Thorns

A stream flows in a swamp
Rain falls on a barren ground
A saint in a lion’s den.
A dove amongst owls…
There’s a cross amidst thorns.

Innocence dwells with guilt
Hope lingers in a despairing people
Life struggles with the grave.
Love unmasks into hatred…
There’s a cross amidst thorns.

Peace competes with the wrathful hand of anarchy
Conscience fights with corruption
The truth passes along with deception
Righteousness boasts with evil
There’s a cross amidst thorns

There’s a cross amidst thorns
Hope radiates from despair
Light reigns above darkness
Faith conquers fear
There’s a cross amidst thorns

poem by Timothy muggaga
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Pictures In A Book

High on a tree a red cardinal sings
Snow melts under a free blue sky
It is Sunday and church bells ring
I love to watch the spring geese fly

The kitchen with flowers in the vase
She loved lavender lilacs on the table
Some memories never do get erased
Give your love while your still able

Now the rains and the winds blow
Mountains fill with great waterfalls
Streams swell with melting snow
Pine trees grow stalwart and tall

I remember roses on her summer dress
We loved to walk a moonlit mile
Her long hair flowing down her breast
Haunted by her laugh and sweet smile

Soon the fine tulips will start to bloom
The brown grass will turn deep green
Frogs will breed under the full moon
Wild flowers will grow by oak trees

I wonder if she often thinks of me?
We met when apple blossoms grow
Love seemed like an eternal sea
Parted when fall winds turned to snow

Now we are memories from another day
Pictures in a book neatly tucked away

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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The Narrow Way

Narrow thinking is the only way; everything else is stubble and hay.
The sin of arrogance and of pride, is the reason why our Jesus died.
Even Jesus had intolerant views, and He’s the author of Good News.
For Jesus said “I am the Way”; a pretty bold statement for one to say.
Today many have come to endear, Christ’s Truth which is quite clear,

While others with darkened minds, embrace thinking of a different kind.
Although Jesus was very clear, many men seek their own way I fear.
They go on to a destructive path, ending not in blessing but in wrath,
For these men have no reverent fear, and their end is also quite clear:
They will be told to depart from Christ, at the end of their earthly life.

Christ also said He was The Truth; The Word alone is substantial proof,
Proof that Christ was the one, that The Bible said one day, would come.
Coming as the prophets foretold, makes His word more valued than gold.
But wicked men malign The Truth, with doubting hearts filled with reproof.
But Christ is The Eternal Truth friend, and all will see this come the end.

Friend, one other claim of Jesus Christ, is that for all men He is The Life.
He gave His life up for all men, so that in Him they are not condemned.
The life Jesus came down to give, is more than the life that you now live.
For all who come to Christ and believe, Eternal Life they shall receive.
But without Him upon you last breath; you face not life but eternal death.

For He is The Way, Truth and Life, and yes friend, that is Jesus Christ.
So the very words of Christ you read, are eternal words you must heed.
And friend, narrow is the only path, which for all eternity indeed will last.
And broad is the one to destruction, and that’s not man’s mere deduction.
For not broad but narrow is the one, to Eternal Life with God’s Only Son.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Sonnet: A Prayer to God

Amidst all chaos Lord, bring order God;
Amidst the darkness Lord, show me Thine light;
Amidst the atheism, give me Thine word;
Amidst my weakness show, Thine divine might.

Amidst life’s sultriness Lord, give me breeze;
Amidst the mire Lord, could Thou me pull?
Amidst life’s stresses Lord, give me mind’s peace;
Amidst the storms of life, give me a lull.

Amidst my despair Lord, give me new hope;
Amidst my temptations, God, let me win;
Amidst life’s hilly tracts, show me a slope;
Amidst my struggles Lord, let me not sin.

Amidst my foes and woes, show me haven;
Amidst my worldliness, give me Heaven.

7-27-2002 by Dr John Celes
Dedicated to all my siblings, who shared my
Joys and woes, in life on earth

poem by John Celes
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Ripplin Waters

This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the I want to live album, and has also been released on the the country roads collection album.
Got ripplin waters to wake me
To be more than my woman in love
All pine trees are pointin to see easily
To see heaven above
Blue spruce flamin on the grate in the evening
Takes the chill away fine
Cut the telephone line
The storys the same
Theres a worn red chair by the window
That you found at a sale down the way
When some old women said that they
Needed more room for the winter
People like pullin at the stuffing
When they sit down
So it passes the time
Cut the telephone line
The storys the same
Ooh, like a bubble on a windy day
Start to flutter when I hear you say
That you feel too good to go away
And you make me feel fine
And you made the world a warmer place
By the sparkle of your diamond face
On a gray spot with a little lace
And you make me feel fine
Warm as a mountain in sunshine
On the edge of the snowline
In a meadow of columbine
Oh little gennifer
Id give a penny for
What youve got on your mind
Seems like most of the time youre lyin there dreamin
Maybe in your vision you see how
Our mission is slightly less than divine
Cut the telephone line
The storys the same
Now, ripplin waters flow through the ceiling
And the walls there, their keepin me warm
And the closest Ive been with my family for days
Is my music
But the silently stare in the morning sky
Is like hearing her calling my name
Cut the telephone line
The story might change
Ooh, like a bubble on a windy day
Start to flutter when I hear you say
That you feel too good to go away
And you make me feel fine
Warm as a mountain sunshine
On the edge of the snowline
In a meadow of columbine
Words and music by jimmy ibotson

song performed by by John Denver
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Love and Adoration

The reason for living with love is fine,
The goals of love remain, they are fine.

Watch the lovers in the streets forever,
Embracing and caressing again, they are fine.

The beautiful men are like beauty itself,
The women adore their space, so they abstain for they are fine.

Love is fortunate, so well made by the Lord,
It served humans and animals to entertain, all fine.

May the season sell love to the natural beings,
Their stages of development must explain why they are fine.

Love is like the flowering plants, the trees may be adorations,
The love within my soul is a greater love to ingrain, for I am fine.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Purely Metaphysical-Letters to a Consciousness Waiting in Waste Letter X

Suffering made a brief visit in my life early this morning.

Instead of finding you last night I was found by another. She would not compete.
However mistakes had to be made in order for me to grow to the next realisation of truth.

Truth that I love you and no other.
Truth that you live and grow in my heart.
Truth that you are always in my thoughts.
Truth that I must tell you how I feel.
More and more, I grow courageous enough to express my compassion for you.
Truth is to live my life with you, freely and forever.
I will never hurt truth.
I will live and love truth.
I will know, understand and believe truth.
I will do everything I can to let you know truth.
I will not fear truth.
If you reject me, I will still love.
If you accept me, we will become love.

The truth of love

poem by Steve Bergwerff
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Ripplin Waters

I got rippling waters to wake me
To the morning, my woman and love
Our tall pine trees are pointing us easily to heaven above
Blue spruce flaming on the grate in the evening
Takes the chill away fine
Cut the telephone line and the storys the same
Theres an old red chair by our window
That we found at a sale down the lane
Some old women said they needed more room for the winter
People like to pull out the stuffing when they sit down
So it passes the time
Cut the telephone line and the storys the same
Blow like a bubble on a windy day
Start to flutter when I hear you say
That you feel to good to go away
And you make me feel fine
Youve made my world a warmer place
By the sparkle of your diamond face
On a frayed spot, put a little lace
And you make me feel fine
Warm as the mountain sunshine
On the edge of the snowline
In a meadow of columbine
Oh, little jennifer, Id give a penny for
What youve got on your mind
It seems like most of the time youre lying here dreaming.
Maybe in your vision youve seen how our mission is slightly less than divine
Cut the telephone line and the storys the same
Yep, now rippling waters flow through pipes
In the walls and theyre keeping me warm
And the closest Ive been tomy family for days is our music
You can silently stare in themorning sky
Its like hearing her calling my name
Cut the telephone line and the story might change

song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Kept In The Dark

Black days for humanity
Suffer the pain, the futility
Select few with immunity
Not the case for the majority
Eyes that pierce the world restrained
Healthy will to reveal contained
Questions search for truth remains
What is it you wanna see?
What is it you wanna hear?
Control is all that it can be
Control is what we all should fear
What is it to be?
Is it life or authenticity?
Black is truth or is it white?
Kept in the dark, cannot see the light
Words of power start to infect
Must see through must disconnect
Word of truth we all elect
If truth is dead then resurrect
Green is all that they can see
Their only link with reality
Who controls the monopoly?
Exploitation done professionally
What is it you wanna see?
What is it you wanna hear?
Control is all that it can be
Control is what we all should fear
What is it to be?
Is it life or authenticity?
Black is truth or is it white?
Kept in the dark, cannot see the light

song performed by by Xentrix
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Kept In The Dark

song performed by by Xentrix
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A Rock n Roll Fantasy

Hello you, hello me, hello people we used to be
Isnt it strange, we never changed
Weve been through it all yet were still the same
And I know its a miracle, we still go, and for all we know
We might still have a way to go
Hello me, hello you, you say you want out
Want to start anew, throw in your hand
Break up the band, start a new life, be a new man
But for all we know, we might still have a way to go
Before you go, theres something you ought to know
Theres a guy in my block, he lives for rock
He plays records day and night
And when he feels down, he puts some rock n roll on
And it makes him feel alright
And when he feels the world is closing in
He turns his stereo way up high
He just spends his life, living in a rock n roll fantasy
He just spends his life, living on the edge of reality
He just spends his life, in a rock n roll fantasy
He just spends his life, living in a rock n roll fantasy
He just spends his life, living on the edge of reality
He just spends his life, in a rock n roll fantasy
He just spends his life, livingt in a rock n roll fantasy
Look at me, look at you
You say youve got nothing left to prove
The king is dead, rock is done
You might be through but Ive just begun
I dont know, I feel free and I wont let go
Before you go, theres something you ought to know
Dan is a fan and he lives for our music
Its the only thing that gets him by
Hes watched us grow and hes seen all our shows
Hes seen us low and hes seen us high
Oh, but you and me keep thinking
That the worlds just passing us by
Dont want to spend my life, living in a rock n roll fantasy
Dont want to spend my life living on the edge of reality
Dont want to waste my life, hiding away anymore
Dont want to spend my life, living in a rock n roll fantasy...

song performed by by Kinks
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Hate Me

You want to hate me.
All I have to say is fine I don't care.
It's not my fault no matter how you play it.
It was all manipulated.
Another fight has been instigated.
With feelings of agitation,

I want to show the lie you're living in.
But I won't cause you can't accept the truth.
You're an abscess that just wont go away.
The pain is here to stay.
A message I'm here to relay.