The strangest life I have ever known..

All the Poems have wolves in them
All but one -- the most beautiful one of all.
She dances in a ring of fire
And throws off the Challenge with a shrug

I hope you go out smiling
like a child into the cool remnant of a dream,
the angel man finally claimed his benevolent soul.
Ophelia, leaves sudden and silk
chlorine dream -- mad stifled witness.

"This is the strangest life I have ever known."

Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it's quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us. Choose they croon the Ancient Ones The time has come again Choose now, they croon Beneath the moon Beside an ancient lake Enter again the sweet forest Enter the hot dream Come with us Everything is broken up and dances.

Jim Morrison

Old Souls..

Old Souls know too much they can't explain.
Old Souls feel too much that it aches.
Old Souls have chained wings.
Old Souls know they are in-between.
Old Souls accept their fate.
Old Souls see what young ones cannot see yet.
Old Souls feel the pleasure and pain to be free.

Candie

Jim Morrison ~ The Severed Garden

"How God Created the Gypsies" Old Tale

When God made men, he made them all different colours, to live in different places upon the earth.
He called them all before him, and told them he would send them each to a different place, and give each of them gifts the better to bear the hardships they would endure on Earth.

To the black man, he said: “You, I will send to the hot lands of Africa. You will have the gifts of dignity, pride and beauty. You will bring joy to all mankind through your music and courage.”
To the Yellow man, he said: “You, I will send to the lands of Asia. You will have the gifts of art, spirituality and intelligence. You will bring wonders to all mankind through the genius of your mind.’’

To the White Man, he said: “You, I will send to the cold northern lands. You will have the gifts of ingenuity, curiosity and creativity. Do not misuse these gifts and you will bring new horizons to all mankind.’’

To the Red man, he said: “You, I will send to the Great Plains. You will have the gifts of unity, understanding and co-operation. You will be the custodians of the great circle of life for all mankind.’’

While this was going on, the Gipsy Man stood apart. When God had finished with the others, he approached the throne.

“Please, Lord,’’ the Gipsy Man said, “where are you sending me?’’

“Nowhere in particular,’’ God said. “You may roam as you please.’’

“And what gifts shall I receive?” the Gipsy Man asked.

God looked down at him sadly. “You, my friend, will be shoved from pillar to post, reviled and mistreated, for I am giving you the greatest gift of all – freedom.’’

The Oldest Known Melody (Hurrian Hymn no.6 - c.1400 B.C.)