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« on: September 03, 2008, 08:16:31 PM »

Heavens Boulevard - the approach
(Roller Coaster of Love - as seen from the command center)
Joris Hines  Sept 4 2008


I can tell you, every time, even now as you sit there
Even though I was down, and disabled, feeling like dead,
Want dead, bad feeling I tell you, taste of gun metal mixed with tears
Had to find my God, I was my god finding Him
When I did I gave it all to Him and thanked Him personally

At the bottom, digging deeper, ever downward, under the bottom
Every piece of the life I knew, even my son, everything gone in a night
And then they took my mom, the hands of angels, the arm of God
Yet I got back on and rode again, and laughed in the wind of tears
And never looked back, only up, theres only up when you're under the bottom

He looks down, and so many friends with Him
She smiles sweetly, and sends comfort in the wing
A better mother never lived, she the saint of me
The one who lead me to wisdom and knowledge
Not offered in schools,  real agility of mind

Of soul and spirit, dancing in the Basque moon
Smiling from the light of heaven, I remember the laughs we had
The tears of happiness, she was the best friend I ever had
A teacher like no other, a woman of knowledge great and wisdom deep
Reading fortunes and things in the future, a talent she learned from her mother

And her mothers mothers mother, through the years
I was blessed with endless  knowledge from her
She was my rudder, my guide, I miss her
I’m coming, Ma. Any day now, you be there, you too, Pop.
And Sonny and Jon, and so many more

Age is only time passing, and the wear it takes along the way
Shining through the leather and fur, and the eyes always know
They know and the light glows, and one day it flickers on and off a while
Until it smokes itself along the halls of heaven, incense smiling at the wonders there
It’s that nice and I don’t mind that place at all… I rather like it.

Take it on the other side, take it in stride, and ride, just ride.
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« Reply #1 on: September 04, 2008, 07:38:10 AM »

joris,

What a truly touching piece, the debilitation you felt and the strength you had to turn it over to the Lord.
The love and admiration you have for your mom, you so wonderfully put into words.

Ride Joris Ride !!!

TAKE CARE
 Winona

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« Reply #2 on: September 04, 2008, 07:24:03 PM »

Thank you, Winona. A lot of the stuff I write is done while stoned. I'm okay with admitting that, because it's true. If it weren't for cannabis, I would probably be suppressing a lot of what is in my head. So I allow it to work in me, so I can get stuff out and in print. It helps me understand my own emotions better, I think. Even if, while I am writing I feel it makes such perfect sense, and later I find things I should have said in a different way. It's the getting it out that I feel is crucial, not for me, for anyone. Don't be afraid to make a fool of yourself, just open it up and let her rip. It will help you, especially if you do that regularly, it will develop as a way to see inside yourself, and it will at least show you more of who you really are. I think so, anyway.

Thanks. I'll stop now or this will go on and end up out in Madagascar somewhere, on a limb, next to a young Gibbon, who just happens to enjoy preening me for ticks.
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