jamjr
01-09-2007, 07:16 PM
Home
When the earth is ravaged and the animals are dying, a new tribe of people shall come unto the earth from many colors, classes, creeds, and who by their actions and deeds shall make the earth green again. They will be known as the warriors of the Rainbow -- Old Native American Prophecy
a ditched order of
buses vans and volkswagen sedans
day-glo green cherry azure blue and tan
line each side of the paved road with name-tags
from every state. they open into a plate of techni-color
to red carpet my arrival at the gates of a new dimension.
Welcome home brother, but i am too drum-founded to reply.
tag the main trail, worn by barefeet, skin contacting earth from
the energetic nomads who approach peace, leads me to my new
home out of that land, flatland. We love you, wafts from kitchens
strung up at seed camp, stationed, filtered water, boil to feed camp,
all who attend this national gathering. known as the warriors of the
rain-bow. those who peacefully assemble on the works of creation,
to passively pray for the destruction of babylon. thousands of dirty
wooks, tye-dyed puddles, dread-locked to skin, unshowered in the
woods for days, weeks or months, however much time they can.
take out what you bring in because the clean up crew stays
until there is no evidence that this gathering happened.
with a spoon and bowl the hippies eat for free,
no greed in necessity. anarchaic at the
center, for no leader signs a permit
to enjoy the fair weather.
no exchanging money,
a barter system works better
at bringing peace loving family together.
anyone with a belly-button is welcome to stay.
so many heads here, not dead but grateful for this
annual lifeline away from income and consumption to
become one with the land. swirling drums trade circular
rhythms around me until i am submersed into a pool of
open talent making sculptures out of mud to the buzz of
didgeridoos. the coming home feeling sets in as a sight
of Emily stones me. my best friend’s moment in mine,
the corners of our lips attached themselves to the
corners of our eyes. I love you, we choke,
creating tears so beautiful that they
prism a rainbow from the sun,
under the arc we hug two
experiences into one.
When the earth is ravaged and the animals are dying, a new tribe of people shall come unto the earth from many colors, classes, creeds, and who by their actions and deeds shall make the earth green again. They will be known as the warriors of the Rainbow -- Old Native American Prophecy
a ditched order of
buses vans and volkswagen sedans
day-glo green cherry azure blue and tan
line each side of the paved road with name-tags
from every state. they open into a plate of techni-color
to red carpet my arrival at the gates of a new dimension.
Welcome home brother, but i am too drum-founded to reply.
tag the main trail, worn by barefeet, skin contacting earth from
the energetic nomads who approach peace, leads me to my new
home out of that land, flatland. We love you, wafts from kitchens
strung up at seed camp, stationed, filtered water, boil to feed camp,
all who attend this national gathering. known as the warriors of the
rain-bow. those who peacefully assemble on the works of creation,
to passively pray for the destruction of babylon. thousands of dirty
wooks, tye-dyed puddles, dread-locked to skin, unshowered in the
woods for days, weeks or months, however much time they can.
take out what you bring in because the clean up crew stays
until there is no evidence that this gathering happened.
with a spoon and bowl the hippies eat for free,
no greed in necessity. anarchaic at the
center, for no leader signs a permit
to enjoy the fair weather.
no exchanging money,
a barter system works better
at bringing peace loving family together.
anyone with a belly-button is welcome to stay.
so many heads here, not dead but grateful for this
annual lifeline away from income and consumption to
become one with the land. swirling drums trade circular
rhythms around me until i am submersed into a pool of
open talent making sculptures out of mud to the buzz of
didgeridoos. the coming home feeling sets in as a sight
of Emily stones me. my best friend’s moment in mine,
the corners of our lips attached themselves to the
corners of our eyes. I love you, we choke,
creating tears so beautiful that they
prism a rainbow from the sun,
under the arc we hug two
experiences into one.