Next Meeting

Colors of Musid

My most sensitive music critic is a wild cat
Gray is his name and he knows where it's at
look at his ears to see a sour note
he'll turn and walk if whole sound don't stroke his coat

What we create is a physical reaction
that effects the universe to all destinations
even Timothy Leary's molecules in space
can hear your wave forms in satellite phase

Come let us celebrate the here that is now
as the lost girl in the Hyacinth House has let us in now
on the spirals of the deeper mind
we still ride with the Unknown Soldier beyond time

We walk it what is called a house of Lords
by a dear poet lost but not forgotten
and we shall dance now in his house
and offer you the wisdom of his New York hostess

What we create is a physical reaction
that effects the universe to all destinations
even Timothy Leary's molecules in space
can hear your wave forms in satellite phase

Along with your fellow and his Rush of Gold
the Doors in our Future and the man of the Cult
who understands so fair his needed root
and celebrates the poet as a faithful man who sings truth

A fair constructed beyond all affairs
as these are the too rebellious for their times back where
the war was hot and the standards still bare
to the punishing glove of ignorance you kicked in the head