------ ------ --- --- My ghost is everywhere here It hangs on every tree Lingering with every flower and leaf, smell of scent and sight and sound These
---- -- ---- Relentlessly climbing and conquering and swallowing fresh pain Melting reemerging and rising up clean in the pouring rain Rise up clean in
----------- ------ I know you're bitter, but why? Don't you know that two wrongs don't make a right? It's not that simple But everybody's trying to figure
------- I'm falling, but its OK Never know just where I'll land No sense to force plans, I'm flying. I'm walking, feel my hands and my legs, They feel
------ ---- --- -------- ---- Robin's in the metaphysical section She's got "Living with the Dreaming Body" She's sprawled out along the carpet floor
---- -- ---- A lifetime of accomplishments of which the dirt knows none, only in death can one truly return Return the carrots, the apples and potatoes
---- ---- -- Fall upon me in my quiet pain fall upon me, again and again Across wide open fields and grass down of green I'm awake but my head is in the
----- -------- Aloha, Honolulu, here I come with some friends of mine Half of them the Hawaiian kind The other half just need a little sunshine On the
Praise The Lord by Poi Dog Pondering Wishing Like A Mountain and Thinking Like the Sea Columbia CK 45403 1990 "Praise the Lord," he said to me. And he
-------- --- --- -- --- ----- ---- --- ---- Oh the days of wine and roses and the rubbing of noses Bare feet, new sprouts, and garden hoses. Skipping
------- ----- You are a butterfly and my eyes are needles The cold has your breast and my hand is on fire You resting and reposing My veins are pulsing
--------- ------- Sugarbush Cushman lived by the Ruud pond Way up north in Barre Vermont Way up high where the maple trees grow, she says "I'm from Vermont
--- ------- --------- (A Love Letter to Jonathan Richman) Well the Ancient Egyptians, and the other Africans The Mayans, the Incas, and all the Polynesians
----- -- ----- Sometimes I think I should Sometimes I think I oughta If I could, you know I would Talk to you in a minute, call you on the telephone I
- -- -- -- You should wear with pride the scars on your skin They're a map of the adventures and the places you've been "Praise God," he said lifting
---------- ---- Wishing like a mountain and thinking like the sea How it is to feel absolutely free (The simplest things so hard to achieve) I want to
--- -- ---- --- ---- --- Mother, you have been dead now for six years And in the years since then, I have grown to know my father, and this makes me happy
---- ------ Oh Elizabeth, would you come down with your wood guitar now Oh please play for me. Lay your hands upon those strings, wood guitar, wood guitar
