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It’s true! It’s true! The crown has made it clear.
The climate must be perfect all the year.
A law was made a distant moon ago here:
July and August cannot be too hot.
And there’s a legal limit to the snow here
In Camelot.
The winter is forbidden till December
And exits March the second on the dot.
By order, summer lingers through September
In Camelot.
Camelot! Camelot!
I know it sounds a bit bizarre,
But in Camelot, Camelot
That’s how conditions are.
The rain may never fall till after sundown.
By eight, the morning fog must disappear.
In short, there’s simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.
Camelot! Camelot!
I know it gives a person pause,
But in Camelot, Camelot
Those are the legal laws.
The snow may never slush upon the hillside.
By nine p.m. the moonlight must appear.
In short, there’s simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.

ONE WEEK

i am sad
again n back when
i know – it’s a long swim up
but i c the surface

the space between

sometimes 4 months
yet as long as 2 many more
faintest hint – on i go
semi slow motion

i won’t perform now
i can’t
i hate what has become of US
i must watch

absolute quiet
like anne in an attic
hiding my self
daughters and sons

bad guys abound
this is know for sure

i watched the new brilliant movie CHRISTINE
a news anchor killed herself live in 74
very well done
i considered that b 4

odd / scary
whats the point
when the scaffolding is shattered
once more

like the steel core
on 911
reduced to dust
again on 119

there r no accidents
use me
light
i scream to the dark

too loud
dakota says
her speech stops me
– be here now –

“what is that water on ur face?”
she says – touching my tears
no more of these mama
no no no no

we have 7 days left
to pull off the impossible
stand up and say no
no to the darkness

come on electors
if ever there was a time for a musical ending
DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING
THE SONG OF ANGRY MEN

it is the music
of a people who will not be slaves again
when the beating of ur heart
echos the beating of the drum

there is life
about 2 start
when tomorrow comes
when tomorrow comes

what we see and why

here is how it went down –
my 3.5 yr old daughter dakota
was diagnosed in september
with HFA – high functioning autism

i have been immersed in that world/reality since
learning – reading – asking questions
it’s all autism – all the time
for the newly diagnosed

as we try to grab onto
anything to keep us standing
the knowledge we r not alone
there r others living this too

when i saw the anti bullying video
that mentioned barron
it spoke to the symptoms many ASD kids have
it was educational and informational

these symptoms so many do not understand
– i thought – how amazing IF
IF
it is true

IF it is true – i tweeted from my heart
it would help so much with the autism epidemic

1 in 55 kids is an epidemic
donald and i agree on that
and not much else
i feel he is a clear and present danger

but this autism subject –
had nothing to do with donald
though i admit
he does trigger me in all ways –

i have no ill will for his children –
or any children –
and if u knew anything about me –
u would know that

donald does not have the power
to change the facts
to re write history
so speak true – stand tall

THE WORLD IS WATCHING

for those who felt me a horror
what can i say
humans we
try r very best and fail often

peace out
as we try to save democracy
from this madman
who thinks OUR country is his

Slouching Towards Bethlehem

Joni Mitchell

Turning and turning
Within the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer
Things fall apart
The center cannot hold
And a blood dimmed tide
Is loosed upon the world
Nothing is sacred
The ceremony sinks
Innocence is drowned
In anarchy
The best lack conviction
Given some time to think
And the worst are full of passion
Without mercy
Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely it’s the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
Its hour come at last
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Hoping and hoping
As if by my weak faith
The spirit of this world
Would heal and rise
Vast are the shadows
That straddle and strafe
And struggle in the darkness
Troubling my eyes
Shaped like a lion
It has the head of a man
With a gaze as blank
And pitiless as the sun
And it’s moving its slow thighs
Across the desert sands
Through dark indignant
Reeling falcons
Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely it’s the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
Its hour come at last
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Raging and raging
It rises from the deep
Opening its eyes
After twenty centuries
Vexed to a nightmare
Out of a stony sleep
By a rocking cradle
By the Sea of Galilee
Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely it’s the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
Its hour come at last
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born

JONI MITCHELL

Hana steps out of a storm
Into a stranger’s warm, but
Hard-up kitchen.
She sees what must be done
So she takes off her coat
Rolls up her sleeves
And starts pitchin’ in.

Hana has a special knack
For getting people back on the right track
‘Cause she knows
They all matter
So she doesn’t argue or flatter
She doesn’t fight the slights
She takes it on the chin
Like a champ

Hana says when life’s a drag
Don’t cave in
Don’t put up a white flag
Raise up
A white banner
In this manner-
Straighten your back
Dig in your heals
And get a good grip on your grief!

Hana says, “Don’t get me wrong
This is no simple Sunday song
Where God or Jesus comes along
And they save ya.”
You’ve got to be braver than that
You tackle the beast alone
With all its tenacious teeth!
Light the lamp.

-JONI MITCHELL