Bob Ross: "Happy Trees"

Light to the Living (of Iniquity)

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Old

and the pain, spirits health rots
decline of excellence, life itself is experience
the oddity of age grows in step with the years
worried thoughts of what was and now is
trickle to the center of being, gone, gone
having existed, lived through, to know all of you
endured, underwent life in the past tense
all of this pastness, moments between
feelings, memories, dreams, gone, gone
measuring a life and this place in the world
oh, the family, friends, loved ones & sunsets
sunsets is now all I think about and people
watching the people now on the park bench
the way I think about young women, swimmin'
big blue world, grace of space I take, livin'
what have I given? back, what am I knowing?
to talk about this gift of life, how I grew to believe
in myself, how learned to make this life work for me,
how there is no difference in the man I am
than the man I want to become, the man I respect
myself, I am, the spirit returns, when I read my poetry
the eyes of age in the thousand yard stare
the eyes of age in the thousand yard stare
like everything it will pass, will anyone know to care?

George Waldrop- Old by Texhobart on Mixcloud

Fleeting Fixation

my life allows me to smoke
it's funny to think of my life,
my preoccupation of my life, like that
smoking is much more than inhaling
smoking is much more than exhaling
smoking is a romantic beauty with sadness
such is life, sad and beautiful
smoking is what you call an epitome of
fleeting fixation, emotional self-gratification
on thoughts, many thoughts, handfuls of sensations
in the same breath I feel how it hurt
to cough, sneeze, wheeze to freely breath
would you like a cigarette? yes, please
I converse with my soul and spirit
over woman's fascination with fire
control is power, freedom to think
freely flows this desire of fire and smoke
flicks the flame, smoke sparks the brain
oneness, wholeness & self-satisfaction


oh, the look in my grandfather's eyes
when he lay dying of cancer
the disgust in the tone of his voice
approaching me while smoking on that
warm, st. petersburg ocean evening
all the while the song of the folk purist
Carl Sandburg, plays in the background
"cigarettes will spoil yer life"
I know what is true
my life is more complete when my thoughts flow
my life is more exciting than quitting
quitting, is so definite
quitting is so well defined
quitting is free

Just For Today- A Time of Choice, Grace and Change

1. Robin Hubert- Just For Today
2. Irma Thomas- I Think It's Going To Rain Today
3. Solomon Burke- Understanding
4. Rory Block; Maria Muldaur; Eric Bibb- Lean On Me
5. Bill Fay- Cosmic Concerto (Life Is People)
6. Rodney Crowell- Ignorance Is the Enemy
7. Iris DeMent- Livin' on the Inside
8. Greg Brown- Summer Evening
9. John Mellencamp- Save Some Time to Dream
10. Jesse Winchester- Defying Gravity (Live Version)
11. Loudon Wainwright III; Shawn Colvin- A Heart Needs a Home
12. Amy Rigby- Don't Ever Change
13. Mary Gauthier- Mercy Now
14. Greg Brown- Let The Mystery Be
15. Bob Dylan- Every Grain Of Sand
16. Iris DeMent- The Kingdom Has Already Come
17. Blind Boys Of Alabama- You'll Never Walk Alone
18. Eric Bibb With Staffan Astner- Thanks For The Joy
19. Robin Hubert-  Change

Life Is People

maybe this world is the grand picture inside you and me
knowledge to know what to look for, is called prophecy
some have this sight to see
some hold on to this humanity
some know enough to claim goodness
as reality
I heard something profound today
association brings on assimilation
so think through those few friends you choose
they will be apart & make up you
you will listen to what they say
you will take on thier politics, those conversations, conflicts
transfix & mix with your own views
in the end those memories, those mental pictures
hold you when you are alone
fill your mind when you are on your own

George Waldrop- Life Is People by Texhobart on Mixcloud

Personal Truths for V

1. George Waldrop- Serendipity of Mental Illness(Loneliness Has Taught Me)
2. George Waldrop- In The Sharing of My Life
3. George Waldrop- Shining Love (Mary V. Yodice)
4. George Waldrop- I'm Important
5. George Waldrop- As I, Simply Drink My Tea
6. George Waldrop- Beautiful Sadness- Story of An Artist
7. George Waldrop- please, for me(Live In Reality)
8. George Waldrop- Honey and Salt (Carl Sandburg)
9. George Waldrop- Breaking The Constraints of a Individual
10. George Waldrop- The Flower Garden of My Mind (Ideas Come Hither)
11. George Waldrop- Sitting In Therapy
12. Texas Hobart, with King Crimson- Free Is Something To Be

Personal Truths for V by Texhobart on Mixcloud

Sultry (Soul-Tree)

lost beyond despair, hope of innocence
I ask this question of I, mysteriously of me
would it be inhuman to rid the world of sin?
trees chained by roots, birds chained by air
this asking in innocuousness, flesh flickering
a fire so full and bright burns of eternal light
lifeless of this, I ask this question fearless & free
to believe, would make a sound to my soul-tree
to believe, art of listen to cries of bird-skies to free
each line it seems rhymes with my truth
another life waiting in vain, connection with this pain
so mundane, so transcendental and far from me

Rootie The Buffalo

Out of the Fire (Time of the Revelation, Mindfulness To Fixate)

1. J.B. Lenoir- Born Dead
2. Gillian Welch- Revelator
3. Mary Gauthier- Your Sister Cried
4. Greg Brown- Rexroth's Daughter
5. Irma Thomas- I Think It's Going To Rain Today
6. Townes Van Zandt- Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues
7. Iris DeMent- Out of the Fire
8. Jesse Winchester- Defying Gravity
9. Forest Sun- Day By Day
10. Simon Joyner- Flying Dreams
11. First Aid Kit- To a Poet
12. Jerry Jeff Walker- Stoney
13. Kris Kristofferson- Tell Me One More Time
14. Linda Thompson- Lonely Hearts
15. Lyle Lovett- If I Needed You
16. Joan Baez- In My Time Of Need
17. Drunk- Mental Illness

Out of the Fire (Time of the Revelation, Mindfulness To Fixate) by Texhobart on Mixcloud

Honey and Salt

Honey and Salt
Carl Sandburg
A bag of tricks—is it?
And a game smoothies play?
If you’re good with a deck of cards
or rolling the bones—that helps?
If you can tell jokes and be a chum
and make an impression—that helps?
When boy meets girl or girl meets boy—
what helps?
They all help: be cozy but not too cozy:
be shy, bashful, mysterious, yet only so-so:
then forget everything you ever heard about love
for it’s a summer tan and a winter windburn
and it comes as weather comes and you can’t change it:
it comes like your face came to you, like your legs came
and the way you walk, talk, hold your head and hands—
and nothing can be done about it—you wait and pray.
Is there any way of measuring love?
Yes but not till long afterward
when the beat of your heart has gone
many miles, far into the big numbers.
Is the key to love in passion, knowledge, affection?
All three—along with moonlight, roses, groceries,
givings and forgivings, gettings and forgettings,
keepsakes and room rent,
pearls of memory along with ham and eggs.
Can love be locked away and kept hid?
Yes and it gathers dust and mildew
and shrivels itself in shadows
unless it learns the sun can help,
snow, rain, storms can help—
birds in their one-room family nests
shaken by winds cruel and crazy—
they can all help:
lock not away your love nor keep it hid.
How comes the first sign of love?
In a chill, in a personal sweat,
in a you-and-me, us, us two,
in a couple of answers,
an amethyst haze on the horizon,
two dance programs criss-crossed,
jackknifed initials interwoven,
five fresh violets lost in sea salt,
birds flying at single big moments
in and out a thousand windows,
a horse, two horses, many horses,
a silver ring, a brass cry,
a golden gong going ong ong ong-ng-ng,
pink doors closing one by one
to sunset nightsongs along the west,
shafts and handles of stars,
folds of moonmist curtains,
winding and unwinding wisps of fogmist.
How long does love last?
As long as glass bubbles handled with care
or two hot-house orchids in a blizzard
or one solid immovable steel anvil
tempered in sure inexorable welding—
or again love might last as
six snowflakes, six hexagonal snowflakes,
six floating hexagonal flakes of snow
or the oaths between hydrogen and oxygen
in one cup of spring water
or the eyes of bucks and does
or two wishes riding on the back of a
morning wind in winter
or one corner of an ancient tabernacle
held sacred for personal devotions
or dust yes dust in a little solemn heap
played on by changing winds.
There are sanctuaries holding honey and salt.
There are those who spill and spend.
There are those who search and save.
And love may be a quest with silence and content.
Can you buy love?
Sure every day with money, clothes, candy,
with promises, flowers, big-talk,
with laughter, sweet-talk, lies,
every day men and women buy love
and take it away and things happen
and they study about it
and the longer they look at it
the more it isn’t love they bought at all:
bought love is a guaranteed imitation.
Can you sell love?
Yes you can sell it and take the price
and think it over
and look again at the price
and cry and cry to yourself
and wonder who was selling what and why.
Evensong lights floating black night water,
a lagoon of stars washed in velvet shadows,
a great storm cry from white sea-horses—
these moments cost beyond all prices.
Bidden or unbidden? how comes love?
Both bidden and unbidden, a sneak and a shadow,
a dawn in a doorway throwing a dazzle
or a sash of light in a blue fog,
a slow blinking of two red lanterns in river mist
or a deep smoke winding one hump of a mountain
and the smoke becomes a smoke known to your own
twisted individual garments:
the winding of it gets into your walk, your hands,
your face and eyes.

Honey & Salt (Carl Sandburg) by Texhobart on Mixcloud

Sadness of Self-conversation (I am Talking To Myself)

it's sad to think true love isn't meant for me
I better be careful what I wish for
the whole love-thing is a handful
so much responsibility
so much care
anything but easy
mingling in another persons affairs
changing into
changing them
mixing up, fixing hang-ups
dealing with feelings of the  heart
some things the heart wants and needs are
Impossible
conservation of the soul
giving and still keeping
my identity
you know the condition of being oneself
always respecting myself enough to be honest
about my feelings without being ugly towards
the other person
truth is I like who I am
I like how I think about things
I am seeking a woman to share all of myself with
I am seeking a wholeness
equally sharing both of our inward natures
completing each other
living with hopes for goodness
having the mindfulness to care
about the betterment of us as a couple
together we will have
Courage
cos we will depend on each other for
truth & honesty
each giving the other space to grow
all the while keeping the heart open
Lastly, the human spirit
needs fuel to be powerful
we can feed out spirit with
Optimism
it makes life more exciting

Jesus Was A Country Boy

1. Iris DeMent- Livin' on the Inside
2. John Prine- Spanish Pipedream
3. Waylon Jennings- Are You Sure Hank Done It This Way
4. Brody Douglas Hunt- Why Am I Drinking
5. Old Crow Medicine Show- Ways of Man
6. Hank Williams- Alone and Forsaken
7. Possessed by Paul James- On the Banks of the Old Ponchartrain
8. Billy Bragg & Wilco- At My Window Sad and Lonely
9. Sam Cooke- Mean Old World
10. Gov't Mule- Soulshine
11. Tommie Branch- Cast Your Line
12. Ricky Skaggs- There Is a Time
13. Gillian Welch- By The Mark
14. Johnny Cash- A Half a Mile a Day
15. Hank Williams- Farther Along
16. Irma Thomas- Soul of A Man
17. Dr.John- Life
18. Stevie Wonder- Superstition
19. Parliament- Oh Lord, Why Lord/Prayer
20. Curtis Mayfield- Come Free Your People
21. Aretha Franklin- The Weight
22. Nina Simone- Mr Bo Jangles

Jesus Was A Country Boy by Texhobart on Mixcloud

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