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Date: Mon, 5 Sep 2005 12:00AM PDT)
From: Send an Instant Message "John French" <mosshead7@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kool Aid Not Required
To: larryking@cnn.com
 

No Kool-Aid needed to find these words to say to you - I found them in morning prayer - Beautiful and true -

 

One Thing You Can Count On

 

Not interested in robbing you

You’ll never have what I need

There’s something about not needing

Not needing anything to be (complete).

To laugh in the wind with the sun

On your face – Without even a trace

Of what others chase in the blowing wind.

To lie in a perennial garden by a friendly fire pit

On my back on a thick blanket while my eyes meet

The stars falling parallel to me and my body

In a vast night sky – expanding is our time –

 

And it’s a changing, it’s a changing

It’s a changing all of the time

 

And it’s a changing, it’s a changing

It’s a changing all of the time

 

And it’s a changing, it’s a changing

It’s a changing all of the time

 

Before my bags left the door, Daddy said,

“The one thing you can count on, son,

Is only change – Change is the one constant –

The one constant is change…………”

And these times, yeah, these times –

These times keep changing – Changing –

And I keep trucking along…………

Hey, hey, there, Bob Dylan,

I wrote you a song.

It’s about an old story of a young world

That keeps on moving along while

People who think they can own it

Can’t understand what’s going wrong.

It’s about a world that keeps spinning around

Sometimes, when I’m silent,

I feel it spinning around –

My head going with it

My heart feels it too

My feet on the ground

Hey, hey – I feel I can talk to you

About the good men you knew

Who traveled along side of you

Who marched and hit hard travellin’ too

Through fear and violence – and sorrow;

The men that did because your words

Told them to – By trying you do, you do -

A do, do. A do, do. A do, do. Adieu –

I left today and already left for tomorrow

I’ve seen floods caused by hurricane rains

And no good planning for tomorrow – &,

Consequently, hearts are paralyzed with sorrow

So I’m singing to you with a strong hope for tomorrow

 

My song of hope I found in darkened valleys

It’s a spinning round and around and around

Penetrating all these coulds and woulds

And shoulds of yesterday like stagnant waters

With the force and momentum spinning

Round and around – It’s spinning around –

Until my heart feels it too

With my feet on the ground

Hey, hey, here, now –

I’m talking to you………..

 

Times have changed.

The world is spinning around –

Here’s what’s – for us now –

 

It’s a changing, it’s a changing,

It’s a changing ………..

 

It’ll change and change………..

 

It’s a change, it’s a change,

It’s a change…………

- (Already done came) -

 

Not interested in robbing you

You’ll never have what I need

There’s something about not needing

Not needing anything to be (complete).

To laugh in the wind with the sun

On your face – Without even a trace

Of what others chase in the blowing wind.

To lie in a perennial garden by a friendly fire pit

On my back on a thick blanket while my eyes meet

The stars falling parallel to me and my body

In a vast night sky – expanding is our time –

 

And it’s a changing, it’s a changing

It’s a changing all of the time

 

And it’s a changing, it’s a changing

It’s a changing all of the time

 

And it’s a changing, it’s a changing

It’s a changing all of the time

 

 

 

John Alan Conte` JR

An American Poet

http://www.mystrawhat.com

Labor Day Weekend

September 4, 2005

 

No Kool-Aid needed to find these words to say to you - I found them in morning prayer - Beautiful and true -

September 4, 2005

 


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Poetry  By John Alan Conte`, Jr.
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