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Soul Mirror Puppets
6-14-99


If you want rhyme
You've got to take that leap of faith
And break down the first domino
Let it be this page
You've got to leap into the air
So the angel gives you wings
You've got to catch the vibe
Before the man of harmony sings
Man of peace, let it be
Man of purpose, let us see
Man of rhyme, if you learn to accept
And take what is yours
Then you can have all of these things
If you just believe in yourself
Be it the player in the forest
The one of charm, King Shadow Elf
Your charms, my man, they hang all out
Whether you see them or not
Hang with us awhile
In your mirror image
Of yourself up close
And see all your soul mirror puppets
You claim to be your sidekicks
And they kick, alive and kicking
We'll be in touch
So hang in and peace out....












Soliloquy Begins
6-14-99


Knock one out every ten minutes or so
If it may be a speed drill
Smoke one with me before you go
And throw some more wings on the grill
These are yours to wear at will
As your pet rocks
They do more than just exist
More than you know
In a way of purpose
Upon your window sill
I am here to guide you
And to confide with you
Set you on your mission
The mission of this night
To empower those caffeine lights
That surge through your mind
Like generators of creative energy
Double the strength
Double the walking length
Don't even try to turn in
Don't even try
For throwing in the towel would be a lie
So meditate and muse on your artist in the phones
Gasp for that power and heave a sigh
The soliloquy begins
Take it fresh
Bob Weir and Phil Lesh
The survivors of mayhem
They dwell in the musical mind
Of the man you are
"Give us lyrics"....














The Lesson That Never Ends
6-14-99


Taking a trip to Kansas and back
Loading the gear in my backpack
Singing left and right as I walk along
Blending the scenery with rock and roll song
Eyeing the women that I let pass by
I am the watcher of Earth, sea and sky
I am the beholder of my own hidden beauty
And I choose what to show
I am the man with the two radios
Of my backpack full of loot and stow
Picking up gems on my penny lane
Frog's tongue and pride, lion's mane 


... and I have pride to have no pride
My shame is my strength
And when humble, I am complaisant
I said this long ago
Wearing an armored suit
Of self righteousness and denial
But it can't hurt when it doesn't get out
I'm sending letters over the air
That get returned before they arrive
Getting paid back with spiritual currency
And manifest retribution
In the ages of self discovery
And this lesson never ends
Why try to make amends....
























Arrived In Kansas
6-14-99


Arrived in Kansas by sundown
And I'm rockin'
Rockin' with a fiddle
Taking the pen to my air guitar
Brewing up a riddle
To gas the engines of my spirit car
Shiny and new it was made
By polishing the coffee table
And in the fishing hole I wade
And I'm willing and able
To catch my line on a tree
And reel in the words
To a lively song of dancing fairies
Gossiping on the wind
In animate and radiant choruses
Of love and fiery warm peace
That linger in the most obvious of places
And, o, we are so blind
Seeing only what the human eye can see
I'm taking a world tour
On a poetry caravan
I only have to walk two city blocks
To discover that in my soul
I can somehow maintain
An all year tan
I live my life in the sun
And a shadow's life in shade
I've got to learn how to have fun
Then, boy, then I'll have it made...