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I wrote this in 2002 one night when the sky had fallen in my world( I had to be in the middle of a nervous breakdown or something) . At the time it seemed to be the ultimate truth for me, it just made the most sense in the world, I just sat down and started typing.
I had never written anything before so it's long, repeditive, whining at the start but gets better as it goes along and funny in a way if I look at it now through clearer eyes and where I have come to now.
It still holds many truths but it's fun to look back at where you were and how far you come since you began searching. I don't mean to live in the past by posting this. I just thought some of you might enjoy this poem/rant and may have felt some of the same things in your search. I'm half way through the wave series and am seeing that many of the truths I had found through expirience and MUSIC so long ago are being refined as I learn more and more.
The hard part through all these years is to know what love really is and that it requires one to give each it's due.
Enjoy and have a good laugh at the love and light of the whole rant but as my perspective changes with the truth of certain words in this poem....it still holds truths...well at least so far lol!
Does anybody remember laughter?
The winds of change are angels’ wings blowing the dust of past remains.
The sea of Love is calling, learn from mistakes long ago, please refrain.
If it is true that it’s all been said and done, then all we need is love for all.
Simply stated, good for the all is good for the one, this the sign on my wall.
If the key is Love to unlock truths door, then open up let’s hit the dance floor.
Clever is the guilt of the past that enables Love of self to blow at the door.
As for me I have been in shelter too long and prefer to run against the wind.
All the leaves are brown now and this renegade got caught up in his own sin.
Love has gone wrong as the raven plays that old woe is me song.
Love has two meanings; it’s time for the dove gone for too long.
Knowledge is power, that’s really clever, street smart I’ve come to find.
But a gardener’s wisdom stems from the heart as well as from the mind.
A balanced soul is cut from stone, grace for one to become whole.
A rock steadfast on a path, no moss wanted, gravity needs it to roll.
It is easy to give money and gifts to show Love to those in need.
Times Love’s true purpose but were too busy fighting over greed.
On the path to truth one must first die, pay the Piper so to say…goodbye.
Service to self has been leading the way, parading as truths new eyes.
In service to others shall I walk, sowing seeds of Love, this is my new truth. A gardener, heart for mother earth, eye of Love for all may I reap good fruit.
If I claim to be wise this path seems strait and narrow.
A fool I would be for this path is fraught with peril.
The path bends and turns just like a snake so it seems no joy can be found.
Is this a mistake, can this be true, kicked to the curb, knocked to the ground.
Find me somebody to love; is the mud on my face thick enough for you?
All the angels sing, all the leaves are brown now wake up, have a clue.
I know the pieces fit but you can’t always get what you want to be free.
Momma take me home, back to the garden again and get what I need.
How long to the point of no return, carry on wayward son and you will soon see.
Oh!!! I need your love, your compromise has shattered the illusion of integrity?
Are people making a legal living in a big glitter competition?
Do I really belong here, what ever happened to cooperation?
I need a friend, I will run, make a break for it’s lonely in the dark.
Feels like a burning ring of fire, don’t fear a reaper, no just a spark.
Wait I think I see a light there at the end of the tunnel.
Or just another wailing and gnashing of teeth funnel.
She was long cool woman in a black dress, maybe she’s my sweet muse.
AC/DC heart and mind black and white her eyes, a freight train in you.
If I ever get out of here I’ll give it away, give it away, give it away now!
Give what away it’s all gone, what am I whining about, why find how?
I’m tired of this same old story; I’m ready to roll with the changes.
Every dog has his day and this dead horse has been beat for ages.
ENOUGHE!!!!!!!!!
Virtue is a gift for those who see, so I am told.
Know this it seems you get back all of ten fold.
All is learning that is the key, grace in the end if you choose to pay the toll.
A-ha! Then you learn the lesson that good and evil are truly part of the whole.
Place your blame on a devil if you must, for this is your choice.
Sympathy for me it seems, that sell out has already been voiced.
Let others do as they may; it’s not my duty to correct them.
My will is good, brightening my soul to light the direction.
Courage, strength, and honesty seem to be tests when you go your own way.
Humility, patience, and self control seem harder to come by from day to day.
Joy’s laughter brings forth a giving spirit to sing songs of freedom and truth.
Temerity is needed for beat down it seems, this may be virtues endless proof.
Wisdom or the triage of traits tells me everything is for a purpose, it’s all good.
Dove’s loyalty returns and true loves grace shines my path bright as it should.
The gold received learning these lessons is a simplistic old rule.
Its ultimate sophistication is that do unto others still rings truth.
My heart is my soul’s home for true love is what I have found.
There is no place like home and as for me this is truly sound.
Alone going one way like a stone on a path, if I must.
Rolling along, playing the tune of true, sound, and just.
The wisdom of serving the all speaks serve mother earth as well.
Father in heaven pleased, justly protects you from serving in hell.
Balance is tasted when we learn we are all one and the same.
One, and one, and one, is one, surely a formula with no shame.
Bliss is a three part harmony the Piper is playing for those who choose to hear.
With love as my staff, a rod of grace to see, wisdom to learn, I choose no fear.
Joy from my heart rings laughter thru the trees or so it may seem.
The pain was just a valley of illusion and I was only sorry for me.
Pity is over rated, humility learned me that.
Self pity is a pathetic thought, crown, or hat.
For all that I know is that I know naught.
Except experience ought not be forgot.
Wants I want not, nor do I really want to be the judge.
The I’s have it, judge not is needed to clear the sludge.
There is maybe a very fine line between wisdom and lunacy.
Crazy love means you don’t have to be wrong to say I’m sorry.
You may take it all with your war for greed and self lust.
This lunatic believes love must go hand in hand with trust.
A Musketeer has found a truth and if that’s all I got.
What else does one need accept three hots and a cot?
My heart is true, one for all, a sound and just home.
Chiseled from dust, all for one, a diamond from stone.
You can huff and puff with all your might.
My ego short, my soul has grown to new height.
To the lowest of you much lower am I, a servant become I to search for the sun.
No amount of rain in the night can break me, bring it, it’s becoming a lot more fun.
Life has become a tragedy; laugh at yourself while learning your lessons.
Mans tragedy turns angels comedy, so dance an amazing class is in session.
Dance I said, spin, roll, rock the cradle of love for all has been said and done.
Fathers grace be excellent to one other and our mother for the all be the one.
My path I wish for none or follow me. Ha! No way not today.
Say hey!!! To err is human because it’s surely been my way.
Go your own way, every rose has its thorns and verily it’s such a chore.
Merrily, merrily, merrily know this from before; love is all about the more.
Flexibility is change and this is very important to me.
For only the wisest and stupidest will choose not to see.
Like mama always said, you never know what your gonna get.
If my heart were as pure as the Forrest, joy and laughter I would bet.
Well my mama always said never bet unless you’re sure your going to win.
Greatness of character, love, and wisdom just like the guy on the finn.
One and one and one is one, or three which in nature is followed by five.
Add up to get the one, virtues seven legged horse of greatness I urn to ride.
With all my love, a simple gardener. A Piper, Timothy John in fact.
It feels kind of like Gump as the Godfather to the generation X act.
I had never written anything before so it's long, repeditive, whining at the start but gets better as it goes along and funny in a way if I look at it now through clearer eyes and where I have come to now.
It still holds many truths but it's fun to look back at where you were and how far you come since you began searching. I don't mean to live in the past by posting this. I just thought some of you might enjoy this poem/rant and may have felt some of the same things in your search. I'm half way through the wave series and am seeing that many of the truths I had found through expirience and MUSIC so long ago are being refined as I learn more and more.
The hard part through all these years is to know what love really is and that it requires one to give each it's due.
Enjoy and have a good laugh at the love and light of the whole rant but as my perspective changes with the truth of certain words in this poem....it still holds truths...well at least so far lol!
Does anybody remember laughter?
The winds of change are angels’ wings blowing the dust of past remains.
The sea of Love is calling, learn from mistakes long ago, please refrain.
If it is true that it’s all been said and done, then all we need is love for all.
Simply stated, good for the all is good for the one, this the sign on my wall.
If the key is Love to unlock truths door, then open up let’s hit the dance floor.
Clever is the guilt of the past that enables Love of self to blow at the door.
As for me I have been in shelter too long and prefer to run against the wind.
All the leaves are brown now and this renegade got caught up in his own sin.
Love has gone wrong as the raven plays that old woe is me song.
Love has two meanings; it’s time for the dove gone for too long.
Knowledge is power, that’s really clever, street smart I’ve come to find.
But a gardener’s wisdom stems from the heart as well as from the mind.
A balanced soul is cut from stone, grace for one to become whole.
A rock steadfast on a path, no moss wanted, gravity needs it to roll.
It is easy to give money and gifts to show Love to those in need.
Times Love’s true purpose but were too busy fighting over greed.
On the path to truth one must first die, pay the Piper so to say…goodbye.
Service to self has been leading the way, parading as truths new eyes.
In service to others shall I walk, sowing seeds of Love, this is my new truth. A gardener, heart for mother earth, eye of Love for all may I reap good fruit.
If I claim to be wise this path seems strait and narrow.
A fool I would be for this path is fraught with peril.
The path bends and turns just like a snake so it seems no joy can be found.
Is this a mistake, can this be true, kicked to the curb, knocked to the ground.
Find me somebody to love; is the mud on my face thick enough for you?
All the angels sing, all the leaves are brown now wake up, have a clue.
I know the pieces fit but you can’t always get what you want to be free.
Momma take me home, back to the garden again and get what I need.
How long to the point of no return, carry on wayward son and you will soon see.
Oh!!! I need your love, your compromise has shattered the illusion of integrity?
Are people making a legal living in a big glitter competition?
Do I really belong here, what ever happened to cooperation?
I need a friend, I will run, make a break for it’s lonely in the dark.
Feels like a burning ring of fire, don’t fear a reaper, no just a spark.
Wait I think I see a light there at the end of the tunnel.
Or just another wailing and gnashing of teeth funnel.
She was long cool woman in a black dress, maybe she’s my sweet muse.
AC/DC heart and mind black and white her eyes, a freight train in you.
If I ever get out of here I’ll give it away, give it away, give it away now!
Give what away it’s all gone, what am I whining about, why find how?
I’m tired of this same old story; I’m ready to roll with the changes.
Every dog has his day and this dead horse has been beat for ages.
ENOUGHE!!!!!!!!!
Virtue is a gift for those who see, so I am told.
Know this it seems you get back all of ten fold.
All is learning that is the key, grace in the end if you choose to pay the toll.
A-ha! Then you learn the lesson that good and evil are truly part of the whole.
Place your blame on a devil if you must, for this is your choice.
Sympathy for me it seems, that sell out has already been voiced.
Let others do as they may; it’s not my duty to correct them.
My will is good, brightening my soul to light the direction.
Courage, strength, and honesty seem to be tests when you go your own way.
Humility, patience, and self control seem harder to come by from day to day.
Joy’s laughter brings forth a giving spirit to sing songs of freedom and truth.
Temerity is needed for beat down it seems, this may be virtues endless proof.
Wisdom or the triage of traits tells me everything is for a purpose, it’s all good.
Dove’s loyalty returns and true loves grace shines my path bright as it should.
The gold received learning these lessons is a simplistic old rule.
Its ultimate sophistication is that do unto others still rings truth.
My heart is my soul’s home for true love is what I have found.
There is no place like home and as for me this is truly sound.
Alone going one way like a stone on a path, if I must.
Rolling along, playing the tune of true, sound, and just.
The wisdom of serving the all speaks serve mother earth as well.
Father in heaven pleased, justly protects you from serving in hell.
Balance is tasted when we learn we are all one and the same.
One, and one, and one, is one, surely a formula with no shame.
Bliss is a three part harmony the Piper is playing for those who choose to hear.
With love as my staff, a rod of grace to see, wisdom to learn, I choose no fear.
Joy from my heart rings laughter thru the trees or so it may seem.
The pain was just a valley of illusion and I was only sorry for me.
Pity is over rated, humility learned me that.
Self pity is a pathetic thought, crown, or hat.
For all that I know is that I know naught.
Except experience ought not be forgot.
Wants I want not, nor do I really want to be the judge.
The I’s have it, judge not is needed to clear the sludge.
There is maybe a very fine line between wisdom and lunacy.
Crazy love means you don’t have to be wrong to say I’m sorry.
You may take it all with your war for greed and self lust.
This lunatic believes love must go hand in hand with trust.
A Musketeer has found a truth and if that’s all I got.
What else does one need accept three hots and a cot?
My heart is true, one for all, a sound and just home.
Chiseled from dust, all for one, a diamond from stone.
You can huff and puff with all your might.
My ego short, my soul has grown to new height.
To the lowest of you much lower am I, a servant become I to search for the sun.
No amount of rain in the night can break me, bring it, it’s becoming a lot more fun.
Life has become a tragedy; laugh at yourself while learning your lessons.
Mans tragedy turns angels comedy, so dance an amazing class is in session.
Dance I said, spin, roll, rock the cradle of love for all has been said and done.
Fathers grace be excellent to one other and our mother for the all be the one.
My path I wish for none or follow me. Ha! No way not today.
Say hey!!! To err is human because it’s surely been my way.
Go your own way, every rose has its thorns and verily it’s such a chore.
Merrily, merrily, merrily know this from before; love is all about the more.
Flexibility is change and this is very important to me.
For only the wisest and stupidest will choose not to see.
Like mama always said, you never know what your gonna get.
If my heart were as pure as the Forrest, joy and laughter I would bet.
Well my mama always said never bet unless you’re sure your going to win.
Greatness of character, love, and wisdom just like the guy on the finn.
One and one and one is one, or three which in nature is followed by five.
Add up to get the one, virtues seven legged horse of greatness I urn to ride.
With all my love, a simple gardener. A Piper, Timothy John in fact.
It feels kind of like Gump as the Godfather to the generation X act.