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Life Arts    H4'ed 12/30/19

When the power of love overcomes the love of power (Hendrix)

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Change our password and pray for the dead
All the dead

Ooooh oooooh oooooh
Pink Floyd: Mother should have run for president
This isn't just upsetting. What's been happening is a waste of time

All I want right now is a pine-scented candle That is really all I want
I'll tell you what I don't want I don't want certain things to end
I always have and for this you get called a poet

And I want certain things to end It's sad but
I know that the world I want would extinguish
Your gunpowder-scented candle that smells of team spirit

I know you might think I'm joking but I'm registered in the Mothers' Party
My mother wouldn't have made a good president
But then again I didn't know how hard this was going to be

How many ways the love of power could gut a dream
Strip the earth of soul Undermine the sacred mountain
And extend the wasteland beyond all hope of reclamation

If I had known how hard this was going to be
How exhausting I might have gone to Woodstock
In my friend's beat-up station wagon filled with sweet smoke

And maybe I would have had a good time
I grant you Woodstock was a tipping point
But so was choosing not to go

During Woodstock from my perspective
My hometown became a vacuum a ghost town
And I was able to come up with a plan for

The next 5 years of my life
Shaved my head Stopped smoking dope
Thought about what to do instead of going to Vietnam

I just painted the living room and kitchen coral pink
All the furniture is in the center of the room
Controlled chaos No more oyster white

Follow me here Let's try and understand each other
Let's think together for a moment What do you want from me
I'll be your artist I'll be your poet I'll be your on-and-off light

I'll be your Leonard Cohen lyric I won't put you down
I'll try not to let you down But I won't lie to you
Nothing is uglier than half the truth

We think we're being honest by striving for balance
And symmetry but truth isn't symmetrical
Sometimes it's just crazy and chaotic

But so is nature and so is love and art and poetry
And friendship and painting the living room
And listening to a young Hendrix playing acoustic

Playing from the other half of truth
Picking brilliantly at the station waiting for the train
That will take him from this lonesome place

(Article changed on December 31, 2019 at 11:52)

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Gary Lindorff is a poet, writer, blogger and author of several nonfiction books, a collection of poetry, "Children to the Mountain" and a memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music" Over the last few years he has begun calling (more...)

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