so....I Am

resurecting this from the archives

For we are on the brink of much that will make all this drama seem so small...

And I'll be workin' on it as time goes on...

A work in progress  dedicated to Uncle John

and much love to you people/peace~out! Jude

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Everyone's Talkin`

...this is my form of a rap...something I call a rant-chant.

it is an extrapolation of the Plastic Ono's Band's "All We Are Saying Is Give Peace a Chance"...may the peace they sang about and seeded throughout this land, sprout and grow and then expand!

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Everyone's Talkin`  written after the embassy bombings in Africa....

when everyone's talkin` `bout

terror, towers

poison showers

layoffs, bombs and

old bin laden

hang tough: trauma

fear begotten

rid the world of all that's rotten

All We Are Saying Is Give Peace a Chance

All We Are Saying Is Give Peace a Chance

Everyone's talkin` `bout

bible quotes and

do's and dont's

anthrax spores and

China Syndrome

time to go home

beware Great Bear

being there and

colour flying

out of our hair!

san francisco

oh here we go

mexico or

to toledo?

still All We Are Saying Is Give Peace a Chance

All We Are Saying Is Give Peace a Chance

you all still talkin` `bout

slides and crystals

schools and pistols

parents absent

what is decent

meditation

nuke mutation

drive a bus across the nation

eat organic

market panic

trip up WIPP and

where to dump it

win a deal and

move to trump it

All We Are Saying Is Give Peace a Chance

All We Are Saying Is Give Peace a Chance

everybody's takin` `bout

ethnic cleansing

psychic sensing

scoring grass and

tits and ass and

cd sales and

dark chemtrails and

houses made of

sweet straw bales

airplane crash and

nest egg stash and

farms away from

being lonesome

making rhyme while

dodging slime and

trying to switch

the paradigm

All We Are Saying Is Give Peace a Chance

yes. it's All We Are Saying: just Give Peace a Chance!

and everyone's  talkin` `bout

sunspot creams and

silver orb dreams

not what it seems

all we can see:

is let it be

bombed embassy

oh, but of course!

join the air force

without remorse

fighting crime and

Mayan Time and

writing in verse

spirit immersed

in travelling

the universe!

All We Are Saying Is Give Peace a Chance

All We Are Saying Is Give Peace a Chance 

everyone's talkin` `bout

missile up afghanistan

we don't need no other plan

it's their due, you understand

no talk of peace:

won't be a man

listen to the politician

try to be amerikan

ALL WE ARE SAYIND IS GIVE PEACE A CHANCE

ALL WE ARE SAYING IS GIVE PEACE A CHANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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B-Just

Bamboozle

the slot machine

just with a smile~

life is a row of cherries

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bedazzle

the powers that be

in their sleep

just with an intention~

life is but a dream

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bipartisan 

the electorate

with the synergy

that is Life~~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bode well

the storm

just be strong

prevail~

life is for the taking

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

'Bullet the blue sky'

with deep compassion

just be a True Warrior

turn your cheek~

life is a trip!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

By and by

stand/fly

just as you should

it's only life

and 'it's all good'!

November 9, 1999

VISIONS COME TRUE //^\\^//^\\^//^\\^//^\\^//^\\^//^\\ born along the park, they tell me I never cried. my father's house across from that same park Liberty Boulevard miles and miles of magic green flowers on trees and wild at my feet. swings and slides and secret tunnels cutting through angry ghetto fire like summer hosing.   sometimes snow sheltering my sanctuary. from the north: Great Lake Coast. from the south: Western Reserve Circle. ~~~illuminati's donation to the people~~~ to quell; perhaps to sell the idea of "free time" oh well, I was already free...   in this park, in this life, Jeshua the Christ first came to be with me to play. He was small as I was at once: best friends me and JC. we walked together and talked the future when we would work out all the wrong with a song. peaceful hope gave visions in Rockefeller Park. I grew along Jeshua's wisdom: much fun for five years.   then when ten everything's changing ... ... ... [here comes the dark, here come the tears]   reporting a dream birthday morning: cold tombstone inscribed "Here Lies Jude... She Died the Night She Turned Ten Eternal Life is Hers"   father's death phobic face frowned. Beatrice the Russian woman named Mother asked me a question she never had asked, "what will you be when you're grown?"   a thoughtful reply, recollecting grade five history <her-story>... "I will be Rennaissance woman! <man> teacher mother nurse scientist poet painter music maker world traveller story teller" secretly, I said inside: "a priestess dancer!"   all the air became bent Art was stern and silent I imagined masonic headdress appearing on his angry head [as if at his Lodge I stood] Dad meant business: Judgement.   that night he took me downtown to the Palace Theater where Gone With the Wind was on the screen "you are my Katy Scarlett" my mind's reply: "I'll think about that tomorrow"   my soul was on the move somewhere blown away becoming young Scarlett I bled as woman, first time / next. Art said "you've a pretty face you're blessed, marry a lawyer or doctor so office train and secretary." [but I was in love with Paul McCartney!]   the parents traded up suburban. Holy Ghost was flown with the winding wind. God was gone [had I sinned?] Jeshua just jumped somewhere He disappeared...    ...fourteen years nextime He was here the day Mother died. "dance on my grave" she had said she had said... ...running on a hill down from emergency room clamour surrounded with white light I passed through a door She came to me with Him [my loves] around an old oak tree we three stood and it was told that together, one day we'd be with eagle, bear, wolf and rock water. it was given me to clearly see that dark cloudy day once again in that park; Rockefeller's unholy ground, that our ark would be a farm and time would end around gently without harm. together fearless standing sound in circle witnesssing society's fabric in the frame of loomed fate watching worldliness wane on the other side of void where we no longer hide our spirit joy... coming together to sing to keep the dark away for good.   seeing this held in my heart now for a halflife [at least!] I let go of the hold feeling all my visions for the signs. I let it be for as always ascended friends are assisting along!   this day we heal with tonal prayer we move towards Holy Vision already being there! full of compassion, even as Mary's heel seems about to crush satan's head in this Divine Dance [he just happens to have moved there... it is his fate to become dead in this place]   where we will wake where we will take our Love our Self as one again. amen.

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