Things That We Believe In

Poems, Prayers and Promises
John Denver


I’ve been lately thinking about my life’s time
All the things I’ve done and how it’s been
And I can’t help believin’ in my own mind
I know I’m gonna hate to see it end
I’ve seen a lot of sunshine, slept out in the rain
Spent a night or two all on my own
I’ve known my lady’s pleasures
Had myself some friends
And spent a time or two in my own home

I have to say it now it’s been a good life all in all
It’s really fine to have a chance to hang around
And lie there by the fire and watch the evenin’ tire
While all friends and my old lady
Sit and pass a pipe around
And talk of poems and prayers and promises
And things that we believe in
How sweet it is to love someone
How right it is to care
How long it’s been since yesterday
What about tomorrow
What about our dreams

And all the memories we share

The days they pass so quickly now
The nights are seldom long
And time around me whispers when it’s cold
The changes somehow frighten me, still I have to smile
It turns me on to think of growin’ old
For though the life’s been good to me
There’s still so much to do
So many things my mind has never known

I’d like to raise a family, I’d like to sail away
And dance across the mountains on the moon

And I have to say it now it’s been a good life all in all
It’s really fine to have a chance to hang around
And lie there by the fire and watch the evenin’ tire
Along with friends and my old lady
Sit and pass a pipe around
And talk of poems and prayers and promises
And things that we believe in
How sweet it is to love someone
How right it is to care
How long it’s been since yesterday
What about tomorrow
What about our dreams
And all the memories we share

RandomwordbyRuth Spam n Ham

Hey, Have A Rainbow Day: pink for sex, red for life, orange for healing, yellow for sunlight, green for nature, blue for art, indigo for harmony, and violet for the human spirit.
Hey, Have A Rainbow Day: pink for sex, red for life, orange for healing, yellow for sunlight, green for nature, blue for art, indigo for harmony, and violet for the human spirit.

To write…one must be able to read!

Back from the abyss, RandomwordbyRuth Spam n Ham…Holiday edition:

Dear RandomwordbyRuth,

Hi, it’s Viviana! Do you remember me?

We were friends in childhood, I lived not far from your house!  I remember when you used to write those

crazy love letters!  It’s great that I’ve finally found you!

You can reach out to me on my homepage: virus4thecomputernyou.org

P.S. I know I’ve changed a little, but I still love you! 😉

Viviana and/or ReGINA-

Most certainly…we did not grow up in or near the same town.  Most certainly…we did not attend the same Mass at St. John the Purist Roman Catholic Church.

And, with a 90 percent assurance…You were not standing next to me singing John Denver songs during folk group rehearsal.

I may have met you later in life…when I did a stint at rehab.  Course, I had been detoxing and don’t remember much of anything!

 

Act now…and we will throw in a Monica Lewinsky collectible…Made in America toothpicks!  Stamped with an image of Old Glory…Perfect for getting those nasty unmentionables…out of your mouth!

 

Thank you…Democratic Party and it’s new Hillary Web store!

Currently I have given my time, money and pride to let your kind throw this party!  Well, folks, as far as, I’m concerned the party is over!  Honestly, the last item you liberals should be totting is…something to wipe your face with once you’ve had too much to drink!  You really might want to consider the toilet paper industry…it seems that most politicians have been talking out their asses…far too long.

 

Dear Random

Nice day.
We are a supplier for stone products in China, including granite, marble and natural stone etc. We have our own quarry, factory and shipping agency. Besides, we have quarry for G603, and in November, our company decide to have the last promotion for G603 products, the details are as below.
Notice
a) This will be the last promotion in 2014, so please try to take this valuable chance.
b) The delivery time will be 0 days, as long as you place the order, we will arrange the shipping for you at once.
c) The more you buy, the more money you will save for yourself. ( the discount for each one container is as following)
I will look forward for your inquiry
Best Regards
Dick Chissel
I do not need rock!  I don’t know anyone in the market for rock.  For the longest time…I thought rock had been free.  Just like the sun, the snow and the rest of the environment!
Perhaps, your company should get together with the Hillary store and put together a set of Pet Rocks!  One of Hillary, one with Monica with a cigar in her mouth and one of the Bush family sitting ’round an oil drum!

Judge-ment Gay

 

Hadn’t written much this past week.  Kind of felt I shouldn’t.  Where there are bad thoughts….Well, you know how the story goes.

Yet, IT has been praying on me…This horribly mass-produced word…HATE.  And, that other disgustingly ‘deemed’ appropriate for all ages other word…ABUSE!.

Honestly, I had sat back for a long time.  Knowing I had come out of the closet and had no other ‘crosses’ to bare!  Honestly, that shit ain’t true.

As a lay person to almost every school of thought on spirituality.  As a former child star to the catholic church…I spun myself into thinking…my life had not been that bad.  That the events that produced by vain attempts at heterosexuality…had been roads that needed crossing.  Bridges that needed burning.

Not so.

Though my parents have never blatantly shunned by homosexuality.  There were many times, yesterday and today and most likely in the future, where they will hold their tongue.  Beg out of a conversation…say, after church, during coffee time at the recreation hall.  A brief glimpse into the life of catholic parents to a homosexual daughter.  Minutes produced by a question like…’So, what does your daughter’s husband do for work?’

I understand that ‘proper-ness’ to some extent.  It is the secret life to which many live.  Those afflicted with mental illness, deformity, lack of love and/or the branded ‘unique’.

I too, do not extend a ‘gay’ hand when meeting some for the first time. I suppose it is habit.  I suppose it is shame.  I suppose I am still learning to be me.

When I had been in Folk Group at the St. John the Blah, Blah, Blah, church.  I had chance to meet a wonderful woman named Dawn.

Dawn had seemed amazingly strong and opinionated and left of center.  Very similar to how my teenage years were laying out to be.gay hate 1

Dawn was gay.  She had been the first gay person to my knowledge…that I had met.  She and her partner had sung like angels every Sunday and practiced ’til the John Denver tunes wore out every Thursday night.

Dawn and her partner, Mary Ann, seemed so content.  So stretched out in their ‘God’s love’…I did not question why they were two women in basking in admiration for each other.  I only knew that for the first time ever…IT would be okay!  That being different didn’t matter.  That love conquers all.

I know now that naivety is a precious gift wasted on the young.gay hate 2

Dawn went missing not long into our new friendship.  She just left.  No note.  No good-bye.  No, we’ll play a raunchy game of Scrabble next Saturday!

Not much would be said after Dawn’s disappearance.  No one looked for her.  Mary Ann, secretly, wept for her.  Yet, outwardly, it had been as though, Dawn, were a figment of my imagination.

Many years later, I happened to cross paths with Mary Ann.  For the first time in twenty some odd years, I had the courage to ask about Dawn.

Her reply had been a simple one:

Dawn was a troubled soul.  And, at the time, it was best for me to act as though… I had just lost a ‘good friend’.

I am a backseat driver from America
They drive on the left on falls road
The man at the wheel’s name is Shamus
We pass a child on the corner he knows

And Shamus says, “Now what chance has that kid got?”
And I say from the back, “I don’t know”
He says, “There’s barbed wire at all these exits
And there ain’t no place in Belfast for that kid to go”

It’s a hard life, it’s a hard life
It’s a very hard life
It’s a hard life wherever you go
If we poison our children with hatred
Then, the hard life is all that they’ll know
And there ain’t no place in Belfast for that kid to go

A cafeteria line in Chicago
The fat man in front of megay hate
Is calling black people trash to his children
And he’s the only trash here I see

And I’m thinking this man wears a white hood
In the night when the children should sleep
But, they’ll slip to their window and they’ll see him
And they’ll think that white hood’s all they need

It’s a hard life, it’s a hard life
It’s a very hard life
It’s a hard life wherever you go
If we poison our children with hatred
Then, the hard life is all that they’ll know
And there ain’t no place in Chicago for those kids to go

I was a child in the sixties
Dreams could be held through TV
With Disney and Cronkite and martin Luther
And, I believed, I believed, I believed

Now, I am the backstreet driver from America
I am not at the wheel of control
I am guilty, I am war, I am the root of all evil
Lord, I can’t drive on the left side of the road

It’s a hard life, it’s a hard life
It’s a very hard life
It’s a hard life wherever you go
If we poison our children with hatred
Then, the hard life is all that they’ll know
And there ain’t no place in this world for these kids to go

Read more: Nanci Griffith – It’s A Hard Life Wherever You Go Lyrics | MetroLyrics

 

THERE IS A CURE FOR HATE…IT IS CALLED LOVE

 

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

Catholic Rock Band Reunion Tour

 

I began my informal training as a songstress/vocal stylist at a very early age.  Most likely ten or so.  I would witness my mother on Saturday mornings as she put away her babushka and took off her shoes and sang like an angel to the oldies station.  All the while cleaning the house, making a meal and warning me of the hazards of running with staple guns.

YouTube Tube Socks
YouTube Tube Socks (Photo credit: Dan Patterson)

Like any child star, I hit the drugs pretty bad.  The fame and lack of fortune only added fuel to my chaotic frame of mal-contempt. The sing a long’s with Cher and Sonny and me…’I got you babe’ became a thing of the past.

My devoutly dramatic catholic parents felt folk group and a baritone named Ruth were just what the Pope would order and/or at least preach.

One thing led to another and I fit in with other proprietor’s in Name that Tune Christian style.  Jim Nabors ballads and John Denver‘s sunny lyrics replaced Iggy Pop, the Dead Kennedys and the Sex Pistols.

Now, years later, I find that I still have the knack for White Girl‘s Can’t Sing the Blues.  I’ve constructed a listing of the best songs to ride your bike to, spank the monkey with and pull a John Deere with.

Course, I never remember the songs and only part of the lyrics…must be that last hit of acid I did.  No matter even Brittany Spears had to start by being a mouse.

Lauryn Hill at Central Park
Lauryn Hill at Central Park (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Pressing Charges

by

Super Blonde

 

Last week she took all my money
And it may sound funny
But I come to get my money back

I got rhythm, I got music
I got my girl
Who could ask for anything more?

Throw a brick thru’ a sucker ass nigga glasshouse – wit cho’
I know the time comin
Child support gonna bust in and try to find something – but no!
My baby momma just don’t understand,
I ain’t rich bitch it’s just an advance – but she know
She better off wit some of these nigs
Whose baby dykes don’t even care for these kids

I got rhythm, I got music2006 reissue on Collectables Records.
I got my girl
Who could ask for anything more?

So you start walking over to her house
and you get over to her house
and you walk over to her door and
you start poundin on her door and you say
“Open up the door bitch!”
This is wooba gooba with the green teeth, let me in!!”

I got rhythm, I got music

I got my girl

Who could ask for anything more?

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Jim Croce Live: The Final Tour

 

 

 

I ain’t innocent, Jesus walked me to the grammies
thank you god, now i can sin again

I ain’t innocent, Jesus walked me to the grammies
thank you god, now i can sin again

You don’t tug on Superman’s cape
You don’t spit into the wind
You don’t pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger

and you don’t mess around with Slim

……Que Sera, sera….