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Blackhaven Ritzuell

Contributed by rhei76 on Sunday, 25th April 2004 @ 06:31:56 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



Listening to "Beautiful People"
The bless-ed creation of
"Rusted Roots"

A family tradition
For those of us
Who are so few
This is ceremonial
Meditation in hours
Of the memory
For me to understand
To let them go free

Everything is home
Let them go
Everything is home

A slow learner
but with practice
I'm trying to see me
With practice
They will set me free

Everything is home
Let it flow
To where the river goes
Let it go

While I listen to float
Feel the world go by
As he says
"wasted arms waisted legs
Drive around this machine" (Ecstacy)
I thank of Tampa streets
North B
Way past 7th ave.
All the way past the sticks of Zephyr hills
Over the East side
Thru marsh and Quicksand
I Remember home

Quicksand
When that Bright Light comes
Quick sand
When that Bright Light comes

I'm coming home
Driving thru my dreams

AS HE SAYS
"Back to the Earth I Sreaming,
No one listens to me
Back to the Earth
I lift it all But uhm"
( Back to the Earth)
"Right my way I right my way
Back to the Earth I'm screaming"




Copyright © rhei76 ... [ 2004-04-25 18:31:56]
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Re: Blackhaven Ritzuell (User Rating: 1 )
by lil_angel on Sunday, 25th April 2004 @ 07:08:13 PM AEST
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This is really good! You have a great talent!


Re: Blackhaven Ritzuell (User Rating: 1 )
by AnGeL_M on Sunday, 25th April 2004 @ 09:03:57 PM AEST
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This Is Really Written So Well I Like It !!!!!!!
Keep Em Coming :-)
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Re: Blackhaven Ritzuell (User Rating: 1 )
by venkat on Monday, 26th April 2004 @ 02:38:43 AM AEST
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very interesting..very refreshing gentle flow of nice feelings. venkat


Re: Blackhaven Ritzuell (User Rating: 1 )
by reprobate on Monday, 17th May 2004 @ 03:26:44 PM AEST
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unusual, thanks for sharing




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