hey hey hey ya hoh
hey hey hey ya hoh
prehistoric...
anyone remember that?
perhaps after the garden but surely before Genesis
the damp forest mornings
the cold
the furs held tight to our skins
pissing outside of camp
checking the embers to see
if enough heat remains to
ignite today's wood into flame
for we are on a journey and
we must eat before we move on
the first graffiti had
sacred purpose -
the first poets dressed
in pelts with the skulls
of deer and antlers strapped to their heads
and held in their hands staffs
topped with the likeness of birds
as they danced & filled the air with chants
for all in the clan for all in the tribe
hey hey hey ya hoh
hey hey hey ya hoh
o the trance was the word godless
and the first poems were paintings
made from red earth mixed with animal fat
brushed & spit onto cave walls by the light of fire
carried deep beneath the earth's thin grass skin
by us hey hey hey ya hoh
seeing us emerge from our poems
our eyes squinted almost closed against the light
the animals came up to us and said "Here, feed on us,
for you are the Strange Ones,having the knowledge of
Good & Evil,and the knowing you will die,
feed on us,for by so doing some of you,
someday,long after we have passed from the earth,
and from your memories,
will walk on the moon."
so we did & so we have
hey hey hey ya hoh
prehistoric
anyone remember that?
perhaps after the garden but surely before Genesis
the damp forest mornings
the cold
the furs held tight to our skins
pissing outside of camp
checking the embers to see
if enough heat remains to
ignite today's wood into flame
for we are on a journey and
we must eat before we move on
the very first poem
was the very first baby
held within reach
of the very first breast
and the only sound since that time
the only sound that ever was is or shall be
is the sound of helplessly small mouths
with helplessly small lips
sucking
hey hey hey ya hoh
hey hey hey ya hoh
HEY HEY HEY YA HOH
anyone remember that?
perhaps after the garden but surely before Genesis
the damp forest mornings
the cold
the furs held tight to our skins
pissing outside of camp
checking the embers to see
if enough heat remains to
ignite today's wood into flame
for we are on a journey and
we must eat before we move on
the first graffiti had
sacred purpose -
the first poets dressed
in pelts with the skulls
of deer and antlers strapped to their heads
and held in their hands staffs
topped with the likeness of birds
as they danced & filled the air with chants
for all in the clan for all in the tribe
hey hey hey ya hoh
hey hey hey ya hoh
o the trance was the word godless
and the first poems were paintings
made from red earth mixed with animal fat
brushed & spit onto cave walls by the light of fire
carried deep beneath the earth's thin grass skin
by us hey hey hey ya hoh
seeing us emerge from our poems
our eyes squinted almost closed against the light
the animals came up to us and said "Here, feed on us,
for you are the Strange Ones,having the knowledge of
Good & Evil,and the knowing you will die,
feed on us,for by so doing some of you,
someday,long after we have passed from the earth,
and from your memories,
will walk on the moon."
so we did & so we have
hey hey hey ya hoh
prehistoric
anyone remember that?
perhaps after the garden but surely before Genesis
the damp forest mornings
the cold
the furs held tight to our skins
pissing outside of camp
checking the embers to see
if enough heat remains to
ignite today's wood into flame
for we are on a journey and
we must eat before we move on
the very first poem
was the very first baby
held within reach
of the very first breast
and the only sound since that time
the only sound that ever was is or shall be
is the sound of helplessly small mouths
with helplessly small lips
sucking
hey hey hey ya hoh
hey hey hey ya hoh
HEY HEY HEY YA HOH
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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"Here, feed on us,
for you are the Strange Ones,having the knowledge of
Good & Evil,and the knowing you will die,
feed on us,for by so doing some of you,
someday,long after we have passed from the earth,
and from your memories,
will walk on the moon."
anyone remember that?
you gotta be shittin' me! hell, yes, i remember!! like it was yesterday...
bingo, mingo...! do it some more!
let me join you :
hey hey hey ya hoh
hey hey hey ya hoh
HEY HEY HEY YA HOH
for you are the Strange Ones,having the knowledge of
Good & Evil,and the knowing you will die,
feed on us,for by so doing some of you,
someday,long after we have passed from the earth,
and from your memories,
will walk on the moon."
anyone remember that?
you gotta be shittin' me! hell, yes, i remember!! like it was yesterday...
bingo, mingo...! do it some more!
let me join you :
hey hey hey ya hoh
hey hey hey ya hoh
HEY HEY HEY YA HOH
Good Mornin' Lightning,Hester,mtmynd
Lightning, i;m goin' i'm goin'!
Hester, yes, you're still a doll!
mtmynd, by God yes join in ya got all the welcome in the world!
HEY HEY HEY !!!
Hester, yes, you're still a doll!
mtmynd, by God yes join in ya got all the welcome in the world!
HEY HEY HEY !!!
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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excellent
wish I had wrote it
wish I had wrote it
Sounds like a native american songhey hey hey ya hoh
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hey gypsy!
hey gypsy! thx for dropping by and giving it a read...it was a high blessing ya gave it by saying ya wish you had wrote it...i know the feeling...i get it alot around here reading what people put up on this site...this place has the admirable habit of attracting folks who have some sweet swing in their hearts...i pop around reading this one & that one and i've never failed to find two or three or more pieces that make me go"God! i wish i had written that!...i come here looking to get blown away on a regular basis and you can count on the folks here doing that without fail...so how about this, you write the next piece and give me a break so i can finish exploring the place and maybe catch up with some more old friends and hopefully make new ones...like you for instance...deal?gypsyjoker wrote:excellent
wish I had wrote it
Sounds like a native american songhey hey hey ya hoh
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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One Million Years B.F.
An African Genesis
I remember mama
before the forest
was the savannah
remember
Before the savannah
was the ocean
remember
before the beginging
but after the end
was the void
remember?
CroMagnon
first artists,and musicians
best killers
remember
before the first people
but After Ford
was the abomination
on the mountain top
don't she make you
want to rock and roll all night long
"Tutti Frutti, aw rutti"
just because you asked me to mingo
It is a Brave New World
And I am a stranger in it.
Liked your poem a lot.
Sorry about this lot.
but you asked me to.
those who remember
the past
are doomed to repeat it
in the eternal re-runs
of the meat machine
et tu spiritu
The continuity of all life runs in our veins
our brains recapitulate phylogeny
An African Genesis
I remember mama
before the forest
was the savannah
remember
Before the savannah
was the ocean
remember
before the beginging
but after the end
was the void
remember?
CroMagnon
first artists,and musicians
best killers
remember
before the first people
but After Ford
was the abomination
on the mountain top
don't she make you
want to rock and roll all night long
"Tutti Frutti, aw rutti"
just because you asked me to mingo
It is a Brave New World
And I am a stranger in it.
Liked your poem a lot.
Sorry about this lot.
but you asked me to.
those who remember
the past
are doomed to repeat it
in the eternal re-runs
of the meat machine
et tu spiritu
The continuity of all life runs in our veins
our brains recapitulate phylogeny
Free Rice
Avatar Courtesy of the Baron de Hirsch Fund
'Blessed is he who was not born, Or he, who having been born, has died. But as for us who live, woe unto us, Because we see the afflictions of Zion, And what has befallen Jerusalem." Pseudepigrapha
Avatar Courtesy of the Baron de Hirsch Fund
'Blessed is he who was not born, Or he, who having been born, has died. But as for us who live, woe unto us, Because we see the afflictions of Zion, And what has befallen Jerusalem." Pseudepigrapha
hey gypsy
Alright Gypsy Alright!! you bet she does all night...in your following remarks you said "Sorry about this lot"...i looked assiduouslly thru your work but failed to find any reason for you to be sorry about anything there...besides, this is studio 8 & there is nothing here by anyone that is not the best...believe it...and here's to hoping we'll be talking more as we all share the road together here...its a good road...
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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sooZen & goldenmyst
thx for reading & i'm glad ya'll enjoyed it...i had a ball wrestling with the spirits on this one...& thx again for your response
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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