Listen to this poem with music
Mother Mountain Cradles Many Moons
When the evening goes down over the mountains
Sitting at the brewery drinking from a fountain
Arms wrapped around Mountain Moon sounds
Mother Mountain Cradles Many Moons
Folk Festival 2025, cry because you are alive
At planet bluegrass, me and my dog, smart women,
Raising a church, hound dog sounds about downtown Lyons (CO)
Watching the stars with Colorado mountain hobos
Boarding spaceships, spiritual hep cats drinking celestial cocktails
psychedelic happy trails, space trip dab hits
Fat lips from strange trips
Mother Mountain Cradles Many Moons
Moon boots and space suits
Jump rope and Hula Hoops
Paved paradise to publicly pee in the parking lot
Atomic bong hits, long tones, short tones, rolling blunt cones
Helping E. T. phone home
Baptisms for all Space Hippies
Purify with the holy river water from Mother Nature
Gospel, Soul, Country, Rock N’ Roll
Mother Mountain Cradles Many Moons
Thay Teaches Me Every Morning
Wake up get out of bed, brush my teeth and put a hat on my head
Drinking coffee, I stare at the cover of the book of teachings
I am fascinated by this form of magik
To reveal to me each day a worded blessing to help guide my way
When awareness is not your friend but an experienced elder
When concentration and seeing deeply helps you from within
How a pebble thrown into the water sinking to the riverbed to rest
Or sitting by moving water engulfed in the sound, soothing all restlessness
Removing your indignation for meditation
Then the mindfulness of breath and coming back to the present moment
Helps the morning by giving intention to observation to feel blessed to be open
Walking with the Buddha, Loving kindness all around
Knowing all the while when you turn the dial to tune in
Thay will always be here, and you have at least one magickal friend
Open the good book let it take you into a whole world of understanding
To be taught that enlightenment is lived everywhere and every day
By every person you encounter in their own mindful way
You are them and Thay is your teacher
When we are all at the mercy of each other
Today, focus on nothingness, dare to be aimless
Walk in no one’s shoes, for the path is drawn and no one can follow
Again, we must walk this aimless path alone
Moving mala beads, pick up a good book every living dharma day
The muse is awaiting in the most peculiar way
In this worldly rainbow design, you are a part of the divine nature
Thay Teaches Me Every Morning
Rainy Window Seat Lost in Dayglow
Flakes of turkey feathers with songs to sing, music to hear, hammering fingers quietly on dull strings, with the cheer that Christmas Time brings
The Pink Floyd in her heart the opened weaving of natural things, notes, wearables, fabric, yarns, earworms and stringy bubble gum, the whole of the sum
Inner peace to place the edges deep in the flows of let goes, the haves needing the have-nots, mashed potatoes and tater tots
Welled up in service to connect with the mystical visions and cosmic vibrations of the multiverse, you can just put it on the radio and play along
The wellness of the old black dog
The opposite of depression is expression
The same with weirdo confusions starry night illusions
Other people’s delusions, riding carousels of picture ponies
Washer fluid smiles, wonder women woven red ribbons of mercy
Peace work is hard work, we got to work for peace, we got to find within what you give to your friends
Blanket lies to cover Christian Nationalist spies
Getting to fitting the open door with the key in your mind and a very rare stone
She’s rolling another bone, turning off the phone, putting down the duckie
Large anvils drop hearty hearts like heavy hammers over thankful drummers
Dripping and pounding, understanding nothing banging understanding on a rock
Smoking pot in the hot parking lot, spitting snot on sober softies with worry blocks and knots
The father time pocket watch, latched the playground hung on the monkey bars passing out candy bars to people pissing in parking lots
And those honking horns at cats chasing a fly
Too high to talk about the women around here are painting with dayglow
You come a-asking and they will tell you what’s so
Starlight hung and coming through the window, watering plastic flowers
Rainy Window Seat Lost in Dayglow
Casting Spells
Speak kind words about yourself, never putting yourself down
You are a beloved child of the universe
Our self-talk is spell casting
Harsh judgement, personal criticism, mean self-talk
Influences our world of mystical means
Rituals, incantations, ways to manipulate the natural world
We cast a spell, ring the bell, open the door, the darkness
When we are the holy, ready to be the optimistic spell cast
We open the door to the light
Our universe opens to kindheartedness, warmheartedness, our beloved understanding
To be the mercy we embody
Our casting of the spell
Will open our hearts, making our world real
Today, our destiny is to be awake
In awareness of our energies ,our pastures of plenty
The few and the many making magick, elevated gardens
The awoken in the togetherness of the story of our possibilities
You cast the spell anyway you feel is the choice
Magick pennies from heaven
Conform your wishes to what is real
In the wishing well of a better self-love to feel
Casting Spells
Being Real About Life and Death
Pretending is not a way to be, each person’s life is an anomaly
With each day that we pretend a part of ourselves fades effectively
No pretending to be okay, no pretending
When being human is a joke, laughed at by the jokers
What happens when the jokers are right?
The pretender’s rule and death are an alternative to the selfish smiling faces
Why do I need to throw down my hat, life has kept me from that
Life has been real, and death is how I feel when I am pretending
When I need a mental health day
One day not to pretend to be okay
To cry when I need to cry, to not lie to myself
It helps me to be real
Any workday I take away in reality, put myself in the place of suffering people
Are they pretending and going through the motions
What makes them real when pretending to feel that they wear their false hopes
And lead the grim parade down the boulevard of broken dreams
Pretending to be real, playing a game of how they feel about death
Knowing any security about life can change with how you feel
This life is fleeting, and any moment could end
Tears and heartbreak the sadness of an old lover’s death
The fears it took to take this last breath, on a sad August morning
I am real enough to not pretend that I am human, the people that know me will remember my smile
How each day is a compromise of reality and pretend, the truth is that I stopped pretending to be nobody
George Waldrop will die free and live for peace of mind.
Being Real About Life and Death
Too Cool to Dance
To become one with you body and movement is a brave act
To pose and pretend to be too cool to dance
To act to pretend that you ain’t got no soul, enliven your spirits move to the music
There is magic in movements authentic to this human condition
Sonder into it, a brave act, to project the glamours, spewing red hot cinders in the dance fuller
Glimmer down and touch the earth like giving everyone a reason
Sharing with everyone an open invitation to provide an indication that movement is hep cat language
Art is the human soul language to see into how you groove to the rhythms
Gyrations of the hips, funky foot, to shake a tail feather, to dance in a glimmering glow
The folks with the yellow disco halos being the dance craze
When the idea of dancing feels scary and even absurd
?? present with the music, feeling the beats, motions to move the soul heat of your dancing feet
Modern people don’t dance the way people once did
Socially we don’t release our inhibitions like when we were kids
Somewhere along the way we got too cool to dance, too cool to play
I prescribe you do some dancing today, not for me, but for you
Never get too cool to pray, dance, and play
Movement is essential to healthy human behavior
Dancing is essential to feeling good and loving yourself
To feel real in the skin you were given, to show the world how you are living
Forgive yourself and allow yourself to be human
Too Cool to Dance
