The New Decade Jam - starting Jan 2010

[stilltrucking]

As many times he ventured
He can't match your words

as many time he tried
as many times he cried

I got a friend like a locomotive
a one track mind

going to ride that train
or die trying.

Ferlinghetti's train is coming
Hop on board

Love comes harder to the aged
because they've been running
on the same old rails too long
and then when the sly switch comes along
they miss the turn

[judih]

follow the track
don't jump the gun
stay on board
you ride till you're done

[stilltrucking]

I lost my ride
I can walk from here
It is all down hill
Sisyphus strolls

[jimboloco]

yah he just said
let it roll on down the hill
what a relief
no premature gun jumping
just being centered
open for th thrill
alive and waiting for what may come
moment to moment
at rest or on the run
no bumping or jostling
so slow an smooth
cheap blues jazz notes
channelling th mind
into lyrical notes
to be kind to oneself
no guilt just sweet embrace
and cloistered spirit
in sanctuary with beat
down peace and calm

[judih]

down with peace and calm
gotta hope the rest of em
are down with peace and calm
i mean shaking the countryside
no reason for that
caving in landslide
must be something better than that
earth opening,
must you?
mama earth, how bout a little more
peace and calm
whatcha think of that?

[Arcadia]

mamma earth and daddy river
just a bit mad
I can understand them, oh yeah...!
but when it happens
I don´t want to be around...

[judih]

don't wanna be there
don't wanna fall off the face of the earth
don't wanna

[jimboloco]

what you afraid of?
thought you were my fearless role models
my her·o·ines
where is zero hero when we need him?

broke up a fight lately
no fights allowed in th jewel mine
one fellow atop another
pinned down on th bed
bam bam bam straight down onto his face
they were all screaming out in th hall
walked in thru th open door
put my arms thru his armpits from behind
up and clasped fingers palms pressed into his neck
his arms spread open
i pulled him off we were both calm
told him time to go home
security's coming
he relaxed, i let go
he didn't look back

the other guy came walking out
gave him a soft chest bump
he went the other way
washed up
and let security know he was not the other guy

oh she said you've had trainin in that
no i had peace and calm
an th power of something goin thru me
the underground stream
besides when yer beat
low down
not far t'fall
afterall
so low
tao
god loves th lowly
life is but a dream

then i had another bout
of depression ffatigue melancholia
paranoia to th edge of despair
what are wounded healers spozed t do?

old man in th jewel mine 89
was young in th army when he went into
th holocaust as a liberator
he was always a depressant ever since
bringing him back from the edge of despair
his son my age his daughter too
and remeron at night
plus a grain o' faith

had an outathbody trip lately?
no fear
no where

into fear onward!
seek it out!
into an expanded intimacy
no boundaries
but your boundaries
baby!
silk and dust

[Arcadia]

do you want my list of fears, jimbo?
mmm... let´s see... :
I went through my storms´s fear, sometimes in curious ways
overcame my under-twelve indiscriminate fear towards dogs having one
still didn´t enjoy at all closed spaces
and still need hipnosis to go to the dentist
what are wounded healers spozed t do?
supposed to do?
well, we all know what to do somehow
-even doubt!-

[stilltrucking]

no spaghetti
fergetti not
Ferlinghetti
wake up call
1972 Silver Spring Maryland
first poetry I read since high school
for poetry to spoke to me
of the mystery
of what it is
pictured the gone world
just like that
I walked off the page
of some book about my life
someone had written for me
and started taking baby steps
and missteps
and trips
and wrong directions
a journey of a thousand first steps
to a life of my own
I was born to follow
this road



I want to be in that number
when the angel headed hipsters go jamming on


in jamaghetti

[Doreen Peri]

You were in Silver Spring, Maryland in 1972? Are you sure we didn't know each other?

[stilltrucking]

I bet we met
at a party
around the University of Maryland campus in College Park.

I lost the thread here I was replying to a post on the bottom of page one of this thread. Kind of out of synch. I was going to delete it but the beauty of jam is it is all good.

[WIREMAN]

all good
fo sho
i met D in another
life too
back in the day
the 70's
when the godfather ruled
i do remember old georgia ave.
and takoma park
with it's awesome head shop
and i was there when the
the good guys opened on
wisconsin ave.
and clancy's and the keg
the crazy horse, cellar door, and apple pie
d.c. is a concrete jungle now
kinda sad to walk those old
downtown streets
life marches on and one day
these concrete monoliths
will be antique
jammin' into a new decade!!!!!!!

[still.trucking]

I was there in the sixties
in a way

There but not there
I was buried alive

Ghost
Bubble boy

My own bell jar
certified mental
unfit for military service
four f

It was all happening right around me but I was vaguely aware of it
Worked down on the river in Georgetown at the concrete plant under the big high bridge going to Virginia.
There was a club under the bridge big building it was a happening place even back then.

A sign on the the wall "have a nice trip" I had no idea what it meant.

I always feel at home down near a river in any big city
I wonder what happened to the Marina down in Buzzard's Point. My sanity what little there was sailing my little sailboat down the river. Strange little marina, not yachts but blue class, gypsy like, "beat" yeah it was the beatest marina I have ever seen.



well
can you tell
my mind wanders

Saturday night again
been a long time since I been sober
a couple weeks now.
Valentine's day and Mondays always gets me down
so I smokes the bitter herb

Going to let this rip
going to hit the submit button before I wimp out
I deleted it once but did not close the text box
GO is all there is
I never complain about the jam
cause it is the only game in town for me
working without a net

[WIREMAN]

so long ago
let it rip ST
old buzzard's pt.
spent many a day on hain's pt.
back in the 60's
golfin' with my dad
met bob hope there
them was the daze
before the riots
old d.c. was magic
now it's all concrete
and high prices
i lived in those hills
just above the anacostia river
when i was growing up
there were still farms and cows in southeast d.c.