We The People

There’s differences in people
There’s differences I know
Some are made for the silver key
Some are made to be poor.

I love them all, these people
They’re all trying to do what they do
Some haven’t figured the answer out
So they do it to me and you.

When you really stop and see them
They’re so interesting, through and through
They’re so busy doing unimportant things
They don’t even have a clue.
.
Oh, such differences in people
Oh, such differences I know.
The emotions and ego capture them
They’ve forgotten how to flow.

But, they mean so well, in their trying.
They want to be loved and liked, too.
They merely got lost in societies tales
They thought they were suppose to be blue.

If they’d only… see each other
In a new and different way…
Start seeing as sister and brother,
Listen to what the soul has to say.

The ego does corrosive damage
It sees a difference between me and you
We create the walls of misunderstanding
We don’t let our feelings be true.

We keep a guard up… always
It’s really not the peaceful thing to do
If we could just start it gently over
Can you image what ‘we the people’ could do?

CAWatson 11/30/2006

So Hard To Be Fee

Don’t call if you merely feel obligated.
I don’t want that kind of man
I just want you if you wanna be
I’m not lookin’ for a player with a tan.

Life’s too short for playin’ games
No reason to tell lies.
Don’t want no stories of golden seas
Don’t want no quick denies.

So, rally round the flag pole
Let’s see if you are real.
Have you shed a tear for others?
Does a newborn make you kneel?

Do you know peace internal?
Have you been true to your very soul?
If you see the holy one comin’
Will you open up the door?

Will you give up all your anger?
Will you let go of all your stress?
Will you be content with a simple life?
Will you miss all of the rest?

So, Darlin, it’s, actually easy.
I want truth – that’s the only way to be
I’m tryin’ to take down my walls.
Why’s it so hard for you to be free?

We’re good friends, you and me.
So, let’s not push it further than we see.
We can enjoy without a tangle, you know.
It’s a healthy friendship within to grow.

CAWatson 2006

I ran across this on stumble and love it…I can’t figure out who it’s by or anything about it, but here you go…    http://www.iruhada.com/lost/pics%20blog%20CRAVE/happines0cc.jpg

Hope you also enjoy and let me know if you can see who it’s by.   CAW

The need to make music, and to listen to it, is universally expressed by human beings. I cannot imagine, even in our most primitive times, the emergence of talented painters to make cave paintings without there having been, near at hand, equally creative people making song. It is, like speech, a dominant aspect of human biology.

• “The Music of This Sphere” Lewis Thomas

This is a true account of what happened the day the gypsies stole my grandpa. He was about 2 years old. With a twinkle in his eye, he told me the gypsy milk must have had something special in it and he passed it down to me….he was a kind and gentle man…and a perfect Grandfather. His name was Earl Orville Childs.

The Gypsies Stole My Grandpa Away.

The gypsies stole my grandpa away.
When no one was lookin’, they took him, they say.
He had blond hair and bright blue eyes.
He was truly a treasured gypsy prize.

They took him right from his own front yard.
Past the wooden gate, that was tightly barred.
Then they traveled on with wagons and horses,
Givin’ Grandpa “Gypsy” milk in small little doses.

Great Grandma was hangin’ up clothes and snappin’ peas.
Suddenly, she wondered why my grandpa wasn’t at her knees.
She started lookin’ in terror and grief.
Then she remembered the Gypsy wagons, in disbelief.

Oh, they couldn’t have taken her little boy,
The gate was locked, he was playin’ with his toy.
The toy was there, but no little Earl.
She couldn’t find the little boy with the blond curl.

She ran to the fields hollerin’ for Great Grandpa.
He was plowin’ the back forty and out so far.
The fields were rough, big clods of dirt.
Old stalks bit her legs and hurt.

He stopped the team when he heard her yell
Then she told him the horrid gypsy tale.
He ran to the barn, took the horse without saddle,
Grabbed a baseball bat and was ready for battle.

He knew they were ahead by an hour or two
So, he and his horse, they practically flew.
He asked directions along the way.
“They took the River Road”, they’d say.

His boy, his little Earl, his pride and joy.
They snatched him up and just left his toy.
He finally saw them straight ahead.
He rode hard past the wagons to the one that led

He yelled, “GIVE ME MY BOY!” They responded with no sound.
He raised the bat, in a crash, the head man fell to the ground.
A small cry, a movement of a curtain.
He was in the second wagon, great grandpa was certain.

Then little Earl appeared through the rough curtain fold.
He grabbed him with one arm and off they rode.
He had him back, oh, how could they take him away?
He never found out if he killed the man that day…

CAWatson.

Happy Thanksgiving

“When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?”

Bob Dylan…”Angelina“, The Bootleg Series Volumes 1-3 (Rare & Unreleased) 1961-1991,

Sweet Lady Blue

Oh, sweet lady, sweet lady blue
Why do you cry, what happened to you?
Was your daddy killed, way out at sea?
Bringin’ home rich cargo, for you and me?
Did he die a sad death, on his knees,
Or did he walk the plank, like everybody sees?
Oh, sweet lady, sweet lady blue.
I wanna be, the one to comfort you.

Oh, sweet lady, sweet lady blue
Who holds your heart, who wasn’t true?
Did they leave you cryin’, at your front door?
Did they say they couldn’t, see you no more?
Did they leave you standin’, lookin’ sad
Or did they just walk off, and leave you mad?
Oh, sweet lady, sweet lady blue.
I wanna hold,  and comfort you.

Oh, sweet lady, sweet lady blue.
Will you still be cryin’, when it’s all thru?
Did you loose a child, or just your health?
Are you lookin’ for comfort, or just for wealth?
Did you mean to bring us, your sadness and tears?
Or has it just been buildin’, all those years?
Oh, sweet lady, sweet lady blue.
Is there really anyone, who can comfort you?

Oh, sweet lady, sweet lady blue.
I wanna sleep, right next to you.
Did you loose your way, did you loose your soul?
Did someone remind you, that you’re really poor?
Is it all a picture on the wall?
Was there really nobody, that took the fall?
Oh, sweet lady, sweet lady blue.
I still wanna stay and comfort you.

CAWatson

“When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego,
and when we escape like squirrels from turning in the cages of our personality
and get into the forest again,
we shall shiver with cold and fright
but things will happen to us
so that we don’t know ourselves.

Cool, unlying life will rush in.…”

~ D.H. Lawrence, Escape

When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life in such a manner that when you die the world cries and you rejoice.

Indian Proverb

Good Things Take Time

Ya can’t hold nobody
And ya can’t always make em’ walk
There’s something that’s gotta be there
Or ya better just stick with talk.

There was an old man crying
He was down on hands and knees
He’d just discovered compassion
By fulfilling others needs.

The truth can fly in your face
Or it can meet you at the door
But, keep your heart focused high
And know what you’re doin’ it for

When the spark of Spirit hits ya
It burns right to your soul
It lets you know a lot of things
But makes you wonder more.

I think my sweet dream’s coming
I feel it in the wind
Good things take time to happen
Bad things take time to end.

cawatson 2006

• Who dares / To say that he alone has found the truth?
  • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Christus

Your friend is your needs answered. He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving. And he is your board and your fireside. For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.

• Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet, 1923