Now! More than ever - 8 Day Miracle Jam

[Lightning Rod]

"he said he danced at minstrel shows and county fairs,
throughout the South."

me too

[stilltrucking]

the miracle of self knowledge
to live a life of one's own
nothing can be repressed

like working without a net

Is there anything a man don't stand to lose,
When the devil wants to take it all away?
Cherish well your thoughts, and keep a tight grip on your booze,
Cause thinkin' and drinkin' are all I have today.

eight day holidays, but they say there are twelve days to chri$ma$

[stilltrucking]

wonder if I ever told you I was a nice guy
self knowledge is it is like a fire
just to burn away all the lies
that tie me to my fears
so judge me if you will
I have been here so many times before
I know the the drill

Is there anything a man don't stand to lose,
When the devil wants to take it all away?
Cherish well your thoughts, and keep a tight grip on your booze,
Cause thinkin' and drinkin' are all I have today.


ok here it comes
repressed for over forty years another secret in my eyes
I loved my uncle I could not imagine him wanting to me to do something wrong.I aways wondered why that line stuck in my mind all those years
Mexicali blues and a girl of just fourteen




I been starting to believe in spooks again, just call me the cowardly lion, for the baptism of the spirit is fire. I don't know why I have believed that I will die in a fire, it seems like of a hell of a way to go, but maybe the more painful the end the more death becomes a friend. Pardon my morbidity, three days to go and I am getting burned out, my thoughts turn more macabre each moment.

But I would walk through hell on sunday just to tell you one true thing.

These long scrolls are hard on me
trying to decide if I want to print out four degrees post.

Ya know hester I once put something up on litkicks about being 12 and someone trying to fuck me up the ass
his response was something like "oh come on now you know it was not so bad, you probably enjoyed it" I suppose I have to cut him some slack because he is seeing a therapist. I think the girl was not going to let me do anything, she was just having some fun, petting, but I was old enough to know better.
I think it is a crime, I call it theft of childhood, whether it is your 12 year old son or daughter.

What has this got to do with miracles or chanuka, not much for you all, I can't say I like you all, jimboloco a better man then me, but I do respect you all. a jury of my peers. The miracle started last sunday for me, with a sunday stream, it happened weeks or months ago actualy, but it was something cecil said that made me realize what had happend

so what do want to dig next.

The Honky Tonks in texas were my natural home, where you tip your hats to the ladies and the rose of san antone, and it don't matter who is in austin, lady bird is still the queen.


judge away
if you need some one to look down on help yourself to me

strange how you have to tell your story or at least I do

[jimboloco]

wu wei
which wei did she go pilgrim
event and emotion
what's the story
you wake in the arme of a n ightmare
an you realise: your best days are gone, man,
it's a matter of opinion imean, were over the hill and cruisin on down in a fall that's bound to wind up at the bottom of
the great abyss abyssinia abyssium how does it go?
thankyou at least, friend.
test piss.
12 hours in the jewel mines.
i made a lady with hemmorhoids laugh.
i gave her dilaudid (heroin base)
and got tangled up in the curtains.

[dcwodtke]

some of my best friends are
still trucking, others we buried
in the sand.

We told their stories too
that's what we do. Let me
tell you the story of Lucky,
Lucky Earthwalker, a friend
of mine I met at the tail end
of his life. He took it up the butt--
up the colon to be specific. He
could've been one of those sad
cancer stories, maybe gotten surgery,
or been healed magically by some shaman.

But that wasn't Lucky's miracle:
AKA Daniel Davenport, he had a New Joysey accent
You'd never have taken him for a Seneca
but he took his native heritage to heart
Wolf Clan. Surgeon's knives weren't his gig.

Living in his school bus he had finally settled
down in Northern New Mexico. He walked lightly
on the earth with his head in the clouds
he loved his smoke. Many late nights we
sent out smoke signals together.

When his miracle took him back
out of his pain. We buried him there
in a buffalo robe, just like he asked.

[jimboloco]

double post
space lost
space filled
form is not other that emptiness
emptiness not other than form

[jimboloco]

self knowledge is it is like a fire
just to burn away all the lies
that tie me to my fears
so judge me if you will
I have been here so many times before
I know the the drill

Is there anything a man don't stand to lose,
When the devil wants to take it all away?
Cherish well your thoughts, and keep a tight grip on your booze,
Cause thinkin' and drinkin' are all I have today.

a bit of euphoria at the end of the day
i knew the devil once
he went away
he left my hell
even tho i nvited him
to stay devil went
away
marching honor flight
the drill that binds
right flank halt
left face present arms
order arms parade rest
like the cops behind the barricaides when
we were cordond off the entrance
republican convention
walk the gauntlet
screaming vets between your limos and the gate
a cordon yeah
we yelled "stop the bombing, man"
kid in red sheet shirt broke thru
running at delegatestes whooah
i grabbed him ain't no johnson
pulled him back threw him back
he grazed me with a punch
cops took it all in
right on man.
parade rest.
welcome home.
epiphany it's all a word jammmm sweet...........

[judih]

pull it through
people
push it on, human souls
together, band
the voice
the power, people

we link our DNA
we forge the units on
onward, people
one torn step at a time
massive pain propelled
together, people

your wisdom
holds me warm
i needja people
and i need to pull you free
onward
when backwards
just won't stick around

[Doreen Peri]

quit crying, please,
she says, knees bluckling
under due to gravity imbalance
but i explain, though purgatory
has a brutal fictitious name,
it is a necessary place
to reside, bloodstabsinpalms,
hands held out in a T, pierced
in the side

i'll clean up the mess
before you have to
walk on it

there will be a resurrection.

i am certain of this.
as certain as i am
of birth,

though there
may be no evidence
of existence
after the hellfire.

saints, we ain't.
just charred
flesh.

[Doreen Peri]

beeeeeeppppp
this just in

> no news to report <

[judih]

soldiers wheeled into hospital ward
kid woken up
bad tunnel blast in Azza

off to see the damage done
and hang out with hope

judih

[judih]

what a jam!
slap dashed disaster under sunny skies
but when you roll outa bed and you're still alive
isn't it a wonderful day

and it is
a great day for laughter
tears and farting
a great day to hug
to get frustrated
to solve and to untie a rodeo trick

a great day
for a kid to swear at her mom
in love and understanding
that anything goes
on such a day

and my heart is full
with gratitude
the real stuff - no fake, smiley sweet
but the gut felt relief
that i'm alive

judih

[dcwodtke]

Yes

morning
is time for birth
stretch marks in brain
are memories of mourning
the labor and the pain
that opened space
in us to receive
your grace

[Lightning Rod]

what day are we on?

I've lost count.

The candle still burns.

[judih]

gracefully easing through the day
what cries out
shares laughter on the way in

what does poetry do?
do words on the fly
bring with them sorcerers and spies
from inner avenues?

what is a spontaneous burst
when more than one mind
gathers and ponders
and trips over sounds

?

what is a day
when those who listen
share impressions
and thoughts

?

is this not amazing?

it's not the word 'miracle'
that jams so well
it's the choice to come out and play