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[sid] => 136377
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Once Upon A Dance
[time] => 2007-07-31 18:20:40
[hometext] => Skipped with this child to some playground in the past, found I was this dancer with no body attached.
[bodytext] => One day when I was taking a nap with my daughter (who was about 7 at the time), she woke me up by her giggling in a dream. I looked over at her and she was sleeping and giggling with this big smile on her face. I couldn't help it my eyes got moist and I was grinning about as big as a dad would in a situation like this. Then in less than a second of this experience, a phrase came in my mind along with a rock and roll beat, (now note, I have never been much of a poet or song writer prior to this experiance, so this was a very unusual occurrence for me) In that second, I knew I had to try and write about what happened at that very moment, so I wrote the following poem/song. ONCE UPON A DANCE Once upon a dance Once upon a dance Once upon a dance a long time ago. No worries of this world, no worries on me No chains on this spirit just dancing free. Waltzed on the water with Mr. J.C. Rock & rolled with Buddha round a Bodhi Tree. Swinging Homer’s with Plato on clouds above. Twisted Hail-Mary touchdowns on a field of love. Did the splits with Moses on a sea of Red. Heard the screams of frozen feet on the Sea of the Dead. Tangoed with Darwin on some streets of gold did the fox-trot with some chimp on an earth of old Skipped apples off serpents in the Garden of Eve. That floor was slick like you wouldn’t believe. To Dance To Dance Or not to Dance. In the question is the answer that would be your stance. Life is just a dance and we make our own steps, think our moves are different and we’re the funky mess. Spirits can waltz on the water, bodies can shuffle in swamps. It’s the dance you’ve chosen baby, you can do what you want. If you’re froze in the gutter, get yourself on course get your self together, step yourself on source. Once upon a dance Once upon a dance Once upon a dance a long time ago. So many years later, here I am today Trying to do my dance, the chains get in the way. Tripped up to the mountains watched the eagles fly around, tried to take off, my feet stuck to the ground. Went to a blind doc, told him what I tried to do, said you betta take some Prozac, your looking pretty blue. Visit with a lame priest, said my heart was full of sin, you betta freeze those feet son, you’d be cavin in. Watched a small child giggling in some dreams, she opend up my gait to remembering some things. Skipped with this child to some playground in the past, found I was this dancer with no body attached. To Dance To Dance Or not to Dance. In the question is the answer that would be your stance. Life is just a dance and we make our own steps, think our moves are different and we’re the funky mess. Spirits can waltz on the water, bodies can shuffle in swamps. It’s the dance you’ve chosen baby, you can do what you want. If you’re froze in the gutter, get yourself on course get your self together, step yourself on source. Once upon a dance Once upon a dance Once upon a dance a long time ago. Took a bridge upto mountains, with the eagles flew around, could hardly see my feet they were on the ground. Twirling so high right next to the Sun, my wings couldn’t burn I wasn’t carrying none. Twisting on moon beams, hop-scothing on suns, ringing rosies round Saturn just to have some fun. Shooting stars with Cupid at some Milky Way Bar, kicked up lighting and thunder at some far away star. Fandangoed with the Greek Gods mused at history, no earthly thought I thought could hinder me. To Dance To Dance Or not to Dance. In the question is the answer that would be your stance. Life is just a dance and we make our own steps, think our moves are different and we’re the funky mess. Spirits can waltz on the water, bodies can shuffle in swamps. It’s the dance you’ve chosen baby, you can do what you want. If you’re froze in the gutter, get yourself on course get your self together, step yourself on source. Once upon a dance Once upon a dance Once upon a dance is here today To play, To play, or not to play, In the question is the answer that will be your way. Reasonrhymer ........................... [comments] => 1 [counter] => 226 [topic] => 14 [informant] => Reason-rhymer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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