You have ripped bellbottoms a shaky smile,
The sandy curls that cascade down your back.
You smoke till your lungs go black,
You sit in the blazing sun meditating till you go tan.
You play the tunes of The Beatles and Jimi Hendrix,
That suede jacket you wear every Tuesday.
You decorate your room with blankets so the colors keep you company,
The daisies you wear in your hair till they go brown.
You let your cigarette dangle from your thin lips,
That gritty sound you make when you form words.
Your eyes are always clouded with memories,
You wear those circular shades to hide from people.
You wipe the tears off of people’s faces,
Smile when theres nothing to smile about.
Your hands are tatted with henna, and you wear the shirt of a tie-dye spider.
All you eat is trail-mix of pistachios and sun-dried apples.
You ride in a Volkswagen with windows down to feel the breeze.
Your peace sign is like “the healer” to all pain.
You take a pull off hookah and a bite of shrooms just to chase away the madness.
You create your own reality.
When the rain falls down you fling your head back and yell to the world,
The face you make when you see animals.
He’s like an eagle, ready to sore through the sky and bring positivity.
Don’t ever tell me you’re not a hippie, because I’ve never seen anyone as unique as you.
Very far out.
Each has been together
For many years.
They seem happy enough
They don't wear any clothes
And I'm very glad about that
Because I think that flared trousers
Whoever finds them
On Pioneer 10 and Pioneer 11.
You once stood for something.
When they told you "NO"
you stood like a black-eyed-susan.
like the tao.
but when they beat you, betrayed you,
hogtied and pepper sprayed you,
you got angry.
You did things that soiled your good name.
I guess you just should have learned to take it,
like the tao.
like the tao, and wait.
like the tao and let the waters rise.
like the tao and overcome.
the weak overcome the tyranny of man with numbers.
as each drop of water equally starts the flood.
like each living being that has ever thought
"I will overcome."
I will overcome.
I WILL OVERCOME.
WE WILL OVERCOME.
OR AT LEAST WE'LL DIE TRYING YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!
It's all just one big
But everyone pretending
Own a pile a shit
If ya wanna get laid
Just spread your legs
If you want love
Better learn some things
Most of you seem
You're already stupid
You don't gotta go
In my last poem
I walked the Long beach
So in this one
Just hang out with
In the hippie commune
Why don't you come too
We stopped in the
the hippy boy and me.
We thought of the
good times and bad,
and encouraged our minds
to be free.
We came upon a drifter
a dirty old man and
We never felt the distance,
though imagined their life
But where can we be
alone in our world
side by side.
We thought about
loving good times
so great and yet
Reenter the crispy-
serene & oblique.
We wandered around
with no purpose,
an oasis that just
sprung a leak.
And who never fought
the angular, meaningless
We found all the cities
and all we could sing
was good luck.
So who never sang
that glorious, soulful
Just me and that young
while nobody else
No drips can sustain
An aching wake, unbearable pain
Under, above and inside
This won't stop, I can't hide
Human nature is never fucking natural
So I grab what I can fit in to my satchel
Run from what I thought was new
An idea in the end misconstrewed
But what becomes of this so called revolution
Just another fascist
With the same solution
I moved a few years ago
To the upper state of Vermont
Although the place is beautiful
At times it can be one great big yawn
That's when we put our heads together
Me and my best friend Shawn
And came up with the great idea
To start a Hippie Farm
Our noggins were a knocking
Not sure how this could be done
Do Hippies come from packs of seeds
Or like flowers, in a bunch
And can you start them off by grafting
Like they do on Apple Farms
Where you get rows and rows of Hippies
From just a single one
That's when Shawn remembered this mail order magazine
That we took out and took a look inside
It came with an assortment of Hippies
From Raw to Roasted to Highly Deep Fried
So we sat and weighed all of our options
And ordered a bushel of Hippies alive
Then we set out cultivating the fields
Till the day our Hippies arrived
The package arrived a few days later
In an old beat up VW Bus
With psychedelic smoke pouring from the windows
Pretty sure they all came buzzed
Of course Hippies don't come with instructions
Only bell bottom jeans and old Jefferson Airplane tapes
Can't tell you how many Hippies we went through
Before we learned from our mistakes
Like don't plant a Hippie face first in the dirt
They need a bit of air to breath
And they don't like to be over watered
Just dust them off when you feel the need
Now that the farm is up and running
We seem to have come into our own
We've even come up with a way of branding
Some of the Hippies that we've grown
We started selling them in flavors
Like Ben and Jerry's down the street
From our Abbie Hoffman Radical Cherry
To our Hendrix Hazy Purple Berry Treat
But it's our Groovy Rainbow Roundup Hippie
Whose sales have never let us down
In fact I'd put that Hippie up against
Anybody else's Hippie in town
I've never been much of one to brag
But we're known on the East coast, up and down
We've had people as far away as Florida
Come and buy our Hippies by the pound
So next time your up in Vermont
Stop in and take a tour and watch us grow
Don't forget to stop by our gift shop
And purchase your very own Hippie to take home
Lovin’ this grassy floor.
Loose limbs floppy
doin’ there thing
And then we
Lovin’ this grassy floor.
into sunshine bands
but we’re all one.
Lovin’ this grassy floor.
We ate some mush
and roamed with trees
we giggle loud.
yellow is the color of my love's hair
blue is the color of the sky
we'll grow wings
and past the stars fly
of peace and prosperity
all of us panickers
will for once see in clarity
we'll stay up for the sunset
and wake up for the sunrise
we'll act like its a
fabby bday suprise
we'll overtake the world
and change it to one that's good
there won't be any violence
life will drop it's shadowy hood
love will be our governor
and hope will be the president
I can't wait to be
that country's resident.
we drank so deep from a bottle so thick
looking through the slickness of this mirror
you tried so hard
to get me off
and I told you sweetest things
and what's best I told the truth I
told you what
edge of the bed I had my pants down
around my thighs
and here you are
a seventies rebellion
filling the room so thick so hot
like the stereo speakers yelling
"damaged by you
damaged by me
we're both speaking to doctors
speaking always better
to one another
but you wouldn't admit that
sooner to be farther
farther to be nearer
and nearer to hear better
my breath into your ear
my shirt was green darling
and your shirt was red
I gave it to you
and then you gave me head