It's Poetry Tuesday Now...

Those darn flashbacks!

I'm so confused with this autobiography b*** s*** - I can't remember what day it is. Anyway - here is a beautiful piece of lyric poetry from a moment in time in my life...

Grace

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When the truth is found to be lies

and all the joy within you dies

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When the garden flowers baby are dead

and your mind, your mind is full of red

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Your eyes, I say your eyes may look like his

yeah - but in your head baby I'm afraid you don't know where it is

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Tears are running, ahhh, running down your breast

and your friends baby they treat you like a guest.

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Don't you want somebody to love

don't you need somebody to love

wouldn't you love somebody to love

you better find somebody to love!

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While "researching" this literary gem, I happened across some very interesting sites dealing with the psychedelic-trance-rave-anarchist culture. I once viewed a documentary about dance-trance-rave, featuring Buddhist monks who felt the movement would be beneficial in unifying humanity in a new world order of peace and love. Does anyone know more about this than I do? Paul Priest maybe?

[Lyrics: Grace Slick, Jefferson Airplane]