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You Can’t Stop The MusicBy D. C. Bianchino….emailwhitebear72@hotmail.com...thefourthpath.comAll rights reservedCopyright Revised 2004

Characters: Narrator-Robert Doyle

Bob Muldoon-Emcee-singer songwriter. Dave Black-Poet-dissident.Jacob-Barista-wise man. Steve-Songwriter-country rock.Chief Red Eagle-elder. White Owl-chief’s sister-wise woman.Two Feather’s-chiefs cousin-poet. Brandon- A black songwriter-rasta.Stark-songwriter-blues. Iris-Stark’s wife-singer-poet.Dr, Smith-songwriter. Sally-Dr Smith’s wife-songwriter.Shawn and Kim-Dr Smith’s children-singers.Children’s friends-Randy and Sharron-singers.Peter-wondering minstrel.Tex-singer song writer-country.Chris-singer song writer-folk. Carl-singer song writer-folkiejazz.Flower-poet song writer-Celtic. Sylvia-crazy poetess.Gertrude and Amelia-Help minstrel sing a song. SpiritWoman-Sylvia’s guide.Cindy-wife of MC. Fredrica-artist-poet. Two woman fromaudience.Mysteria-divine spirit. Fairies….Woman who doesn’t havetime. Rapper-Christian.

In hearing your words about your relationship, a recent quotethat I read comes to mind. "The strongest; and surest way tothe soul is through the flesh." And it seems that at thatparticular moment in time, that quote embodied yourexperience."

Robert:

"Thank you for your kind words. So, in a way this play is notfinished, and won't be until the state I am talking about isachieved. Then transformation will happen."

[Music to you can't stop the music starts to play, cast one byone walks back out on stage snapping their fingers whilesinging and slowly dancing. The two women from the audiencerun up on to stage joining in the number. Beat picks up for arousing finally. Cast then takes their final bows]

Robert:

"Well again; THAT'S my pitch!"

The End.

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Opening scene for “You Can’t Stop The Music” Partialprojections…Garden of Eden displayed on stage. Adam and Eve (Who meetfive thousand years later as Flower and Carl) are enjoyingparadise. (This is being done as the audience takes their seats)Once everyone is seated and it’s show time, Eve gives Adaman apple. He takes a bite, after which he gives Eve adistasteful look and says.” What is this guilt and shame you’vejust given me?” Eve with a look of disdain replies. “What doyou mean I’VE given you?” (Stressing the I’VE). Then adds.“Why do you blame me?” (This she says with a quietcertitude) Adam quickly replies. “Blame you? Screw you.”Eve then replies. “No, screw you! “ With that they both leaveparadise heading in opposite directions. (Curtain closes toparadise)

Next scene comes about very quickly. Curtain opens, abackdrop shows many mountains (Life’s experiences) Themountain in the middle and the highest of them all is calledMount Parity. Adam now wearing an overcoat comes in fromthe left side heading in the direction of Mount Parity. Lookingup at Parity he says. (Wearily) “Sometimes I cannot see themountain when clouds keep it from sight, sometimes I feel sodamn lonely, I guess it’s just my fear of height.” A light nowfalls on Eve who is coming in from the right side looking atParity. She says. “Life is a poem never finished, a song spokenfrom the grave, sometimes I cannot see the mountain, though Iknow I go there with the brave.” Scene ends, curtain closes,narrator walks out on to stage.

It was sacred...Of course; this took two."

Woman:

"I think that reaching the point you're talking about is what weall seek either knowingly or unknowingly. But for most peopleour ties to the external world keep us from getting too close tothat light. Eight times in twenty hours is a feat that goesbeyond the physical. A thing like that would scare mostpeople."

Robert:

"It really doesn't have to, we just need to let go in order tomake this psychological and spiritual breakthrough. I believeour achievements happened because there were nodistractions, no guilt, no shame, and therefore no impotence. Itwas like the return to the garden of Eden, with its innocence.So again, I think enlightenment can happen and happen at thesame time to both during an act of love. Then the wars willstop. So what's behind the play, the main drive, the mainpush? For me it is about love, being in love, and beingenlightened together."

[Just then another woman stands up, she is more at the back.]

Second woman:

"It was really good hearing your play, thanks for sharing yourvision.

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control.

You Can’t Stop The Music

Introduction:

[Man walks out on the stage, faces the audience. He is wearinga Harrison tweed smoking jacket, a black turtle neck shirt,and jeans. His hair is down to his shoulders, thin and on thegray side. He is in his early sixties.]

[Narrator Robert Doyle also fills in the blanks throughout play]

"Welcome, my name is Robert Doyle and I’m going to read aplay I wrote called “You Can’t Stop The Music”-Actually I’mgoing to explain it as if you’re the director and I’m making apitch. The setting is a coffeehouse with several tables andchairs.

[As he explains this, the cast actually starts setting the stage]

In one corner, the one to the left and furthest away, there is asmall one step up stage. The corner to the right, and againfurthest away, a small counter for coffee containers. It is theplace where the barista also stands behind. Along the backwall there are four large window shades. Images of MarilynMonroe, Humphry Bogart, James Dean and Elvis respectivelyadorn each shade. When the coffeehouse closes a shade willgo up and a scene where a performer lives will appear.

"Tell me, what was your main push behind the play, whatdrove you?"

Robert:

"Well it's about love, being in love, and being enlightened,that is enlightenment at the same time in relationship. Flowerand Carl, they represent that possibility. You see, all thecharacters in the coffeehouse, they represent the struggle,while Flower and Carl represent what we are struggling for.That is, reaching and bringing our souls together with raptureand bliss...This is our potential...

An example is, in my present relationship we have comeseveral times to that place when normally most people go theirseparate ways, that is, without working it through. I know weneed the courage to go through this personal exorcismtogether. I think true love, with desire (passion), can work, andenlightenment will follow. But, first we have to see ourselvesand deal with it; get beyond it; and that by understanding theforces that don't want the status quo to change, lest they losetheir power. Desire has this enormous energy that I think itwill take to make the kind of breakthrough I am talking about.

Another example is; that in less than twenty hours I was ableto make love eight times and still have plenty of energy,(without viagra), (Laughter) and this with only love as thestimulant. I think if we had kept going that enlightenment waspossible through the grace of God. It was selfless. No ego, no

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Now, how this gets started and what the story is about. Well, apopular local musician and poet want to secure a place for thesole purpose of bringing musicians and lyricists together inorder to inspire new pieces of work, and by the passing of ahat try to raise money for recording equipment, and justmaybe get them published. So they approach a local coffeehouse and the owners enthusiastically embrace their idea. Thenight they choose is on a Monday. Word quickly spreadsbecause of their popularity, and right from the beginning theyhave an audience in attendance, and it picks up each weekthereafter, as THE place to go.

The audience; many of whom become the regulars; are madeup of Granolas like those who work for The AppalachianMountain Club. Grunges, a step to the left of the Granolas.Hippies, all the way to the left, gays, conservatives, trenchmusicians (those who make their living from their play), andintellectuals: oh yes, even some Indians. It is definitely adiverse audience, and, everyone getting along, accepting eachother’s space. Everyone seems humble and tolerant. In thebeginning there are no mikes, or electrical instruments, justacoustic guitars and the like, although there is a keyboard.Sometime later where the story picks up a mike has beenadded.

No you can’t stop the music once it has the wings to fly. Noyou can’t stop the music no it’s not about to die. No you can’tstop the music or the words that make it fly. No you can’t stopthe music; no matter, how, you, try.

[Narrator then quickly announces]

"Well that's my pitch, what do you think?"

[Man pitching the play then takes his place in front of thecast. Each performer then takes their bows until finally thewhole cast, together, do the same.] THE END.

[This is an alternative ending.]

Robert:

"Well, that's my pitch, what do you think?"

[Just then a woman stands up in the real audience. She issitting in the middle]

Woman:

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This is a play in two acts, and is the story of an effort verysuccessful till “The inevitable demise.” But,You Can’t StopThe Music, as you shall see. Now, sit yourself at one of thosetables and enjoy the show. Oh yes, what we have is a storyabout relationships, the coming together, the going apart andthe coming together again. It is a story about seeing ourselvesthe way we are, and that possible evolution to the point ofgiving up ALL the controls.

Hopefully, I can make my vision clear to you."

ACT 1Narrator:

"It’s 8:30 and people are starting to fill the coffee house.Guitar cases are being stacked near the stage. A lot of smalltalk is going on, catching up on one thing or another.The MC aman who stands over six feet tall, dressed casually, makes anannouncement."

[The man pitching the play now fades out and the play fadesin.]

BOB MULDOON:

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned here tonight,

(Music starts to play, cast gets into position facing audience]

is that, “You Can’t Stop The Music, can you?”

[This song and dance is like a Broadway show tune the wholecast then starts]

No you can’t stop the music, no matter how you try. No youcan’t stop the music, no it’s not about to die. No you can’t stopthe music, or the words that make it fly. No you can’t stop themusic once the music finds the sky.

No you can’t stop the music, no, no no no. No you can’t stopthe music, no, no no no. No you can’t stop the music no matterhow you try.

No you can’t stop the music, no matter how you try. No youcan’t stop the music once it has the wings to fly. No you can’tstop the music it will never say goodbye. No you can’t stop themusic ‘cause the music flies too high.

No you can’t stop the music, no, no no no. No you can’t stopthe music, no, no no no. No you can’t stop the music, nomatter how you try.

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BOB MULDOON: At mike.

“Listen for those who want to perform tonight, there’s a signup sheet up here on the table, (points to table) so I suggest youdo that now. My name is Bob Muldoon, ( By now themicrophone has been added) and for the sake of anyone new,I’ll tell you our objective. (Narrator: "This he repeats everyMonday night") One, it is to inspire new works and to take thebest of what we get and record them. If you hear a poem orlyric and think you can work with it, then get together withthat person during one of the breaks. Also, we pass a hattrying to raise money for recording equipment. (Then almostsarcastic says) Most of you here don’t mind spending six orseven dollars at a movie, so maybe think about that. (Narrator:"The reason for the sarcasm; here he was in his forties withouthis dream being realized, he almost made it with a song hewrote while in New York, but someone else stole the piecewhich became successful, and so went his big chance.") [Herewe have a tableau, and Jacob the barista faces the realaudience and says]

JACOB:

“The poet Li Zhong said, “People who are not depressed byliving in obscurity or lack of recognition, when at that level,then the Tao is in them.” (Finishes, goes back behind coffeecounter)

It’s time to use our heads, connecting with our hearts. Stoppunishing each other, might be the place to start. Let’s putaway our differences, though different let us be, like leavesthat have their place, though all from the same tree.

Our teenage years are done Mom our teenage years are done.We finally reached adulthood, our world is twenty one. We’vebeen through adolescence, been through puberty, I’m surewe’ll use our senses, in this century.

The fish rose from the water to give birth high on land, thissign of Capricorn suggests we to expand. Let’s put away thosechildish things, put behind our fears, let’s celebrate this entry,with six billion cheers.

Our teenage years are done Mom our teenage years are done.We finally reached adulthood, our world is twenty one. We’vebeen through adolescence, been through puberty, I’m surewe’ll use our senses, in this century.

Two thousand years let’s penetrate, two thousand years, thisyear that’s finally come, two thousand years let’s dedicate,remembering how we got here, thanking everyone; Oh, ourteenage years are done Mom, our teenage years are done, wefinally reached adulthood; our world is; twenty one.”

[Tableau ends, picks up at the reception]

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BOB MULDOON:

(cont) Last, when a performer is up here on the stage; pleasegive them your attention. If you feel you must talk, please gooutside….We have a lot of material since we started and thejuices seem to just keep flowing…We want to thank Bob andJan for having us here in their coffee house ('Round ofapplause) speaking of which, the coffee is in the back. OK, Ithink that covers it, so, I'll start with a song I wrote and thengo to the signup sheet. (By this time the place was filled and itwas a standing room crowd)

[Bob picks up his guitar starts to tune it then adds]

I don’t know about you, but I always have this slight bit offear being up here in front of a sober audience. The people Iplay for are in the bars, and I’m just the background musicwhile they get sloshed. (Laughter) Having said all that here’s apiece I wrote when the lights went out during a lightning stormat a gig I was playing, we had to light candles. So, I hope youlike it. It’s called Nighttime Turns The Blues Away “…

[Bob starts his song, he has a deep raspy voice, the melodyhas a slow blues sound and he has everyone’s attention]

The brightest side of heaven comes when it turns night, andwe’re sittin here together in its soothing light, and there’s noplace I’d rather be than here with you tonight, singing songsthat make life seem like it’s alright. While the candle burns

different faces will define.

Now, take my hand and you will touch the reason why. Touchmy face and you will know what will one day say good bye.Touch my heart and you will take what was only meant to fly.Touch my soul and you will see what is known to never die.

People, we're just people, different faces leaving traces here intime. People, just people, people different faces will define.

Now the sadness that you feel, came from joy that made it real,from those traces that are sewn into are minds. But when thetracing it is done, like a weaving will be one, with each face tobe seen for all times. People, we're just people, different facesleaving traces here in time. People, just people; peopledifferent faces will define."

[Next, a tableau, then several of the cast, Gertrude, Amelia,Sylvia, Stark, Peter and Brandon, slip through the invisiblecurtain to face the audience. They all sing while dancing in asort of scrub board manner.]

“Our teenage years are done Mom, our teenage years are done.We finally reached adulthood, our world is twenty one. We’vebeen through adolescence, been through puberty, I’m surewe’ll use our senses; in this century.

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nighttime, turns the blues away, just some candle light an oldup right and some songs to play, the guitar man, the musicstand and some folks who want to stay, while the candle burnsnighttime turns the blues away….Our troubles will return sureas the sun comes up, another day just drinking from the sameold cup, trying to get someplace, that’s never quite far enough,another day just filled with all that old life stuff…While thecandle burns nighttime turns the blues away, just somecandlelight an old up right and some songs to play, the guitarman, the music stand and some folks who want to stay, whilethe candle burns nighttime turns the blues away…But in themeantime you and I will stop, no need to run, 'cause no matterwhat has happened, what’s been done is over and done. So lettomorrow have those troubles that we’ll leave behind tonight,and I’ll sing some songs that make life seem like it’s all right.While the candle burns nighttime turns the blues away, justsome candle light an old up right and some songs to play, theguitar man his music stand and some folks who want to stay,while the candle burns; nighttime; turns the blues away….

[ Bob finishes, the audience gives a big hand with whistlesand catcalls. Bob goes over to the sign up sheet, then walksback to the mike]

BOB MULDOON:

"Most people express fear when performing up here, so knowyou’re not alone, as I said, even us musicians who do this for aliving feel the same way. OK, now first on our list is a poet,

[Peter finishes and joins the crowd milling around, munchiesare being eaten and of course everyone trying to reach thebride and groom , Bob Muldoon gets up to the mike and says]

BOB MULDOON:

"I'd like to propose a toast to Carl and Flower,

[Everyone takes a cup filled with wine for the occasion]

May the light that shines on your head, reflect off the soles ofyour feet!"

[Everyone]

"Here Here"

[Bob Muldoon walks up to Jacob and says]

BOB MULDOON:

"I think we've all done a lot of growing up since we startedthis project"

JACOB:

“We're just people, different faces leaving traces here in time.Just people; like those that came before to leave behind. Andtoday tomorrow mourns, leaving memories to be born, people

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Dave Black; how about a nice hand for Dave.” (Audience a bighand)[Dave is a sylvan, lives in the woods, he is in his midforties. Gets up adjusts the mike, then says under his breath]

DAVE:

“God I hate this mike. Well, the poem I am going to recite isabout my mother and the father who raised me. It’s a poemabout the fragility of love, and how humble love truly is. Thetitle is “Eleanor”

[When he gets to the part, “Do you still love me” tears wellup in more than a few eyes. Sniffles also can be heard]

DAVE:

“I heard a story about a man and his wife. He was about todie, to give up this life. When someone next to them heard theman say, “I’ll see you my darling on the Milky Way.” He wouldwait for her there, though it be far, and together they’d travelto every known star. And I thought how lucky some peoplethey be, to have someone to die for, and waiting to see. Then Ithought of my mother, just before she had died, and the fatherwho raised me, who looked in her eyes.

Now unable to speak, and unable to see, though seventy sixlooked a hundred and three. A fragile lass she had become,dying at home with dignity done. And he ten years younger, ahandsome man, tenderly stroking her hair with his hand. And

“I want to read this poem of love, and what it means to love. Iread this in a news paper and cut it out. Little did I know itwould find its place here, as you shall see. It starts off bysaying this: "The greatest love IS the one that can only beseen with the heart. For nothing can blind it or separate it.How could it, it is free! Like wind that touches the patientpine until the next time. Hence, true love IS the leftover; Iknow." Next it says: The Mystery Of A Flower. Inspired byseveral conversations with an unknown face.

With felicity I write to you; you but a voice, and because wehaven't met age is a feather in the wind. Blinded, parity playslike an excited violin, and so the flower's nectar, touching,reaching, what is sweeter inside, like a lover who calls only atnight whose face can never be seen passes the torch its eternalflame and mystery enters between.

Like a rapture or bliss that comes to those like honey does tothe queen, its ether a gift that does persist and will once giventhe means. For reason with doubt, are villains that look witheyes that cannot see, the beauty of love that hides itself withinthe flowers seed. And will it must for treasures sake andseekers in the mist, for only they with faith to stay will touchupon what sits. And as like day that falls to night guardingwhat is fate; you and I will surely learn just what it means towait. For love’s desire is the soil and where the seed must go,and patience is its hidden power for those who want to know,what makes the flower grow."

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PETER:

the question he had was “Are you afraid?” And she shook herhead no for her faith hadn’t strayed. And he said “ I didn’tthink so.” While admiring her, when he asked her thisquestion firsthand that I heard. “ Do you still love me?” Like aboy to reassure. And when she nodded yes, I saw love that ispure.

And I thought how lucky some people they be, to havesomeone to love them without vanity. And two weeks to theday my mother had died, and the father who raised me lookedinto her eyes. He’d had a dream that night before and he dugup her casket and out stepped Eleanor. That beautiful younggirl he never forgot, was waving him on believe it or not. Whenlater that day, sometime around four, he died in their house,right there on the floor. And I thought how lucky some peoplethey be, to have someone to die for and waiting to see. And Iknow they’re together and right where they are, exploring thatMilky Way and every known star. And I thought how luckysome people they be, as I wondered who’d be there, waiting forme “…….

[Dave finishes gets a big hand, humbly makes his way back tohis seat.]

[Bob Muldoon goes to the mike and says]

BOB MULDOON:

“Next we have one of our regulars; Steve”

When I look in the mirror I always see two, one who's like mewho looks just like you. For you are that mirror that woke mefrom sleep, you're my reflection that my eyes can now keep.

Together, together, I just like the sound. Together, together wewill be found. Together together, high off the ground, together,together, circling around.

[When they finish their song, the garden of Eden scene with adark still pond is projected on to a screen in the background.A large white lotus flower is in the center of the pond. Sixsmall white lotuses surround it. The large white lotus in thecenter then slowly opens. The scene projected then remains]

[A basket of apples is down near their feet. When they finishsinging Carl picks up one of the apples and gives it to Flower.She smiles and picks one up giving it to Carl. They both takea bite smile and laugh. Then start handing them out to thosearound them, everyone just enjoys the apple for what it is, anapple.]

[Everyone is so happy. The minstrel man jumps up and says]

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[Steve makes his way, picks up his guitar. While tuning says]

STEVE:

“I don’t know about anyone else, but I can’t wait for Mondaynights. I love what’s going on here. I’m sure you know what Imean. OK Here’s a tune I wrote called “Chasing AfterRainbows” I wrote it last week, so bare with me.”

[Steve has a thick Maine drawl, and a husky voice. It’s acountry blues song]

I don't want to be a one night lover, I don't need that kind ofpain again. I don't want to be some stranger tonight, I thinkit's time to bring it to an end.

See I'm tired of all the waiting, the late night expectating,chasing after rainbows in the dark. Like sitting on a hardbench, wondering where the time went, feeling like a strangerin the park. I'm tired of all the hurting, these silly games offlirting, waiting for someone who may not care, I'm tired of allthe chasing, the times anticipating, waiting for a love thatwasn't there.

I don't want to be a one night lover, I don't need that kind ofpain again. I don't want to be some stranger tonight, I thinkit's time to bring it to an end.

your love spark the field, to fire."

(Applause and cheers)

CARL:

"Flower and I wrote this song and we'd like to sing it for younow. It's called, "Together"

[They sing the words at the same time ]

You're the reflection of who I would be, you're the reflectioninside of me. I knew who you were the moment we met, I'vecarried your picture, how could I forget. And when we'retogether the wind we will ride, ‘cause you are the wing, myother side.

Together, together, I just like the sound. Together, together, wewill be found. Together, together, high off the ground, together,together, circling around.

Now it's just a heart beat a heart beat in time, it's just a heartbeat that you will be mine. But the beat that I have as long asI live, will be beating for you with all it can give.

Together, together, I just like the sound. Together, together, wewill be found. Together, together, high off the ground,together, together, circling around.

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I guess it's time to face the hangman, time to pull the reignsin, time to leave the shadows in the park, 'cause fools like meare everywhere that wait for love that isn't there, still chasingafter rainbows in the dark. Chasing after rainbows, wonderingwhere the time goes, chasing after rainbows in the dark.

[Steve finishes gets a big hand. MC Bob walks up to the mike]

BOB MULDOON:

"Next on the list is our Indian friend chief Red Eagle"

[The chief walks up slowly, he is an old man, a chair has beenplaced in front of the mike, Bob the MC adjusts the mike forhim. The chief speaks.]

Chief Red Eagle:

"I am going to read a few poems by a cousin of mine,(Everyone is a cousin who is an Indian to him) his name isWhite Bear. But before I do, a man once asked me "Howmuch land did you have?" I Said: "From here to there"(Making a sweep with his hands) [The chief then starts torecite, he is reading it. Indignities are projected on to a screenin the background]

You took my dignity away. You took my women and children,you made us dependent like you, now I eat fruit from a can,you took my dignity away.

for the wedding?"

( Both say, while looking at each other)

"We are ready."

CHIEF:

"I know you have vows that you'd like to say so now is thetime."

CARL:

"I will look upon the flower, as day that comes to wake. And Iwill look upon her after, with night when sleep she takes."

FLOWER:

"And I the flower looked upon will open wide with day. Andwith night I'll sleep with dreams for you, believing what yousay."

[The Chief gives them their rings which they slip on and thensays]

CHIEF:

"You are now together in unity of body mind and spirit. Maythe winds carry your joy down from the mountain; and may

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You took my dignity away. You took the Buffalo, now the fish.You made me dependent like you, now I eat from one whoseeyes I never saw. You took our dignity away.

You took my dignity away. You took my wild flowers and thegrasses scent, you made me dependent like you. Now foulsmells fill my nostrils. You took my dignity away.

You took my dignity away. You took my land like a thief. Youmade me dependent like you, now I must pay to live and moveon the land once free. You took my dignity away.

You took my dignity away. You took voices from the trees andthe winds song, you made me dependent like you. Now I listento loud offensive noises, they are everywhere. You took mydignity away.

You took my dignity away. You even tried to take my religion,to be dependent like you on some God no one has connectionwith. You took my dignity away.

You took my dignity away, but like the Beaver, I too mutate,and will, until the scent of sweet grass returns, for my spiritpatient stays, even though, you took my dignity away.”

[She then makes this surprised announcement]

Well, I want to announce to you all that tonight, right here inthis coffeehouse, I Flower will marry Carl.

(Audience starts to applaud)

Chief Red Eagle has agreed to marry us.

[Carl comes up to the stage where she is standing, both hugand kiss. Their radiance practically lights up the room.]

See, Carl, as I'm sure some of you noticed, kept wooing me tillI was just; wooed."

(Laughter)

[The Chief walks up to them and says]

"Are you ready for the next step, are you ready for it all? Areyou ready for the next set, the wedding and the ball? Has thattime finally come, that unfolding of the plan? Are you readyfor the next step, being firm where you stand?

Are you ready without question, but with faith without doubt?Have you now attained the wisdom to carry this plan out? Canyou see the new horizon? Is there nothing left behind? Are youready for the next step, in relationship to shine? Are you ready

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“Sacred is the land the tree the sky. Sacred are the birds thebees the fly. Sacred are the grasses so alive. Sacred is thestone through time survives. Sacred are the fish lakes andstreams. Sacred are the mountains and those no see-ums.Sacred are the creepers that crawl the earth. Sacred are thebabes given in birth. Sacred are the animals rain and wind.For Sacred is this breath WE all live in.”

“Hey I Hey, Hey I Hey, Hey I Hey.

Hey I Hey, Hey I Hey, Hey I Hey.

Hey I Hey, Hey I Hey.I sing my song to the sky above. I sing my song to the land Ilove. I sing my song from my heart because, I sing my song forthe way that was.

Hey I Hey, Hey I Hey, Hey I Hey.

Hey I Hey, Hey I Hey, Hey I Hey.

Hey I Hey, Hey I Hey.”

[The Chief finishes, people actually give him a standingovation. He goes back and sits down.]

[The lights dim until the coffee house is in darkness. Everyonehas their faces down on the tables. A conga drum starts asteady beat. A person raises their head, a light falls on them.

(She has flowers in her hair and her simplicity of dress onlyaccentuates her natural beauty.)

I want to sing this song I wrote while coming over here tonight.I was thinking about this place. It's called, "I Think It WillHappen."

I think it will happen like leaves that turn to gold. I think itwill happen when hearts won't be so cold. I think it willhappen a love that can't be sold. I think it will happen like aflower that does unfold.

Look around and see what's there, you can feel it in the veryair. I think it’s people trying to care, even if it seems unfair.Listen to what's being said, I think it's from the heart instead,and the shadow's finally being fed, facing fears that we alldread.

It's the heart that sets one free, it's the head that can let it be.So spirit can look out and see, I think it will happen to me. It'sthe word it's what we say, it's the night that brings light to day,it's more at learning to play, like trees when happy to sway.

I think it will happen like leaves that turn to gold. I think itwill happen when hearts won't be so cold. I think it willhappen a love that can't be sold. I think it will happen like aflower that does unfold.

(Applause)

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A gray mask covers the person’s face. That person standsstarts to dance while characterizing a few lines from the poem"FEAR". Each person follows again dancing and playing outthe next lines to the poem. Off in a corner one person isstanding, her face is half black and half white. Her hair on theblack side is long and gray. On the white side it is black. Shesays nothing just stands there till the dance is done. Everyonethen places their heads back on the tables face down. Thelady with the black and white face then walks off the stagecrossing in front of the audience, glancing in their directionshe says, “Wait for me”]

(Dance modern)First person: Fear, fear, where do we go from here? Fear, fear,let's give them a kick in the rear. Fear of worms, fear ofsnakes, fear of germs, fear of quakes. Fear to laugh, fear to cry,fear to change, fear to try. Fear I said fear, let's make them allvery clear.

Second person: Fear of losing, fear of winning, fear of endings,and beginnings. Fear of ghosts, fear of demons, fear ofmonsters when we're dreaming.

Third person: Fear of aids, fear of spades, fear of bombs, razorblades. Fear of spiders, fear of bees, fear of birds, tiny flees.

Fourth person: Fear of buses, fear of planes, fear of cars, fearof trains. Fear of dogs, fear of cats, fear of lobsters and of bats.

million now in the pen, people getting rich off a them.Roaches, rats, running in packs, rents so high rooms arestacked. Sharing soiled, now obscene while greed is greencomes out clean. Give em guns, booze and drugs, heavy fines,blue shirt thugs. Keep em movin, keep em screwin and theywon’t know what we’re doin. Control means insuranceproviders, the real serpents those insiders. Corporate lions arethe Zions so the telling of the Mayans. Paradise now pavedover, oil and rubber making closure. Good means no dissent,three strikes, no defense. Terrorist, a word in season, corruptofficials get off treason. And now we have the night news cast,a Fox who has his line of hats. Another is a CNN, playing themiddle for the end. Minimum wages are the gages, one needstwo as MORE it rages. Eight dollar movies, S-U-Vs, Cellphones, daddy’s keys. A third world, 1-2-3, move over free isme. Another day I feel the hunger, a few on top, most downunder. The man he has his limousine, his wife beside him; thisbee’s the Queen.”

(Applause)

"Next on our list is Flower."

(Applause)

FLOWER:

"This is a very special night for me, as you shall see.

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Fifth person: Fear of water, fear of fire, fear of falling, goinghigher. Fear of mothers, and of fathers, boyfriends, girlfriends,sisters, brothers.

Sixth person: Fear to smoke, fear to eat, fear to go across thestreet. Fear of silence, fear of violence, fear to dance and oftridents.

Seventh person: Fear of Satan, fear of sex, fear of witches andtheir hex. Fear of pain, fear of pleasure, fear of things wecannot measure.

Eighth person: Fear of failure and success, or not looking atour best. Fear of women and of men, fear to make anotherfriend.

Ninth person: Fear of lightning or tornadoes, and erupting ofvolcanoes. Fear of insects, all things creeping, fear of wakingand of sleeping.

Tenth person: Fear of truth, fear to seek, fear to look and tospeak. Fear of God, and the dark, fear that we may have themark.

Eleventh person: Fear of dating, and of waiting, fear of notparticipating. Fear of sailing, and of flying, fear of biking andof driving.

heavens above are as pleased. Then she smiles once again andyou're happier when, even though this time she leaves. Butthat memory lives on like the wake of a storm, when happy arethose out at sea.

And you never forget, and will wait for her yet, with a smileyourself that's pleased. For you know what it's like to have heras wife, for a night you were more than just teased, forMysteria took with her; your seed."

[It's Monday night again]

BOB MULDOON:

"Well first on our signup sheet is Christian."

[Christian is young maybe seventeen, wearing baggy pants,he's a rapper]

“Another day I feel the hunger, some are on top most downunder. The Man he has a limousine, his wife beside him she’sthe queen. I know it all sounds familiar, some are eventhinking, I want to kill ya. But let me explain, it’s reallyprofane, we are the ones caught in the game. Shoot em withfear, anxiety, be sure to tell them they’re living free. He’s apuppet, part of the plan, living off the fat of the land. Our wayof life is a TV dinner, or a jack in the box where fatter means

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thinner. Awo

Twelfth person: And so they go ad infinitum, one or another weall got 'em. ( This last line is said by all.) Fear to love, fear togive, fear to die, fear to live!

[ MC Bob calls on the next person. His name is Brandon, he'sblack.]

BRANDON:

"My name is Brandon, and I'm glad to be here. This is a songI wrote, hope you like it. Hey, how about that full moontonight! It reminded me of a poem I once read, "Moon fullrising slow, seeing things I don't know" OK the song, it has aJamaican beat, but I assure you, the inspiration for the wordscame from my routes being born and raised here. I think you'llagree after you hear it. I'm singing this because it seems to bethe right song for tonight. Here we go. It's called "The HollowDrum"[Has a conga drum]

Some people paint in pictures. Some people paint in verse.Some people put up fences. Some people put up words. Butwhen behind those walls I found the hollow in the drum,something told me what lies there, lies still in everyone.

Lies still in everyone it does lie still in everyone. The soundthat's really found inside lies still in everyone. Lies still in

“Men surround her as she smiles with sweet candor, at theirboyish dreams. She's sleek and mysterious, a bit nefarious, if,you know what I mean. And as each comes to woo, she'spolite, not a shrew, letting each make their pass, men whowant her, come as they saunter, then huddle like peacockswith brass.

The night it wears on as the music that plays, each thinkingthey her pick, but, when night near finishes and teasingdiminishes, there's only that dream that will stick. ‘Causeshe's queen of the ladies, shameful and shady, though shyness,she likes to project. Teasing's her bedding, it's part of hernetting, and one that she always protects.

For, she is of night, and eyes to delight, as in dreams thatcould never compare. But there she waits, as if only to fate,and to those who only will stare. Yet, she's there for us all inhopes and in dreams, we who call ourselves men. But luckyare those if in dreams she will hold, for men are still boys inthe end.

Her image may come at the top of stairs as a bride on herwedding night. Dressed in white lace from her feet to her face,transparent, a sensuous sight. She slowly walks down with youon her mind, for she is what you have dreamed, to take you byhand, and together you stand with nothing but love in between.

Her touch aroused a rapturous bliss, till both are divinelyrelieved, like when stars they burst as does a universe and the

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everyone it does lie still in everyone. The sound that's reallyfound inside, lies still in everyone.

I looked and saw confusion when thoughts try to compete. Andwhen their noise became too loud, I listened to the beat. Andwhen behind those walls I found the hollow in the drum,something told me what lies there lies still in everyone.Lies still in everyone one it does lies still in everyone. Thesound that's really found inside lies still in everyone. Lies stillin everyone it does lie still in everyone. The sound that'sreally found inside lies still in everyone.

Now no matter how the drum is played or where the drum isbrought. I know there is a special place inside that has thisspot. 'Cause when behind those walls I found the hollow in thedrum, something told me what lies there lies still in everyone.

Lies still in everyone one it does lie still in everyone. Thesound that's really found inside lies still in everyone. Lies stillin everyone it does lie still in everyone. The sound that'sreally found inside lies still in everyone.

[Big applause]

BOB MULDOON:

"OK, I think this is a good place for a break, so let's take ten.Our Barista’s name is Jacob. He'll help you with your coffeeneeds"

Narrator: "A shade goes up, it's where the poet Dave Blacklives. He is asleep downstairs on a couch in his tiny place.There's a set of stairs that lead up to a loft. Dave wakes (so hethinks) a beautiful woman is standing at the top of the stairs.She is wearing a sheer lace outfit that covers her from head totoe. Her bare breasts are exposed through the sheerness. It isa very sensuous moment. She makes her way towards David,the term succubus comes to mind, but he let's the judgmentgo. She approaches him and takes his hand, when he standsthey embrace, and just as suddenly they both have rapture;bliss. (For the audience, they see a cloud engulf them andsparks that seem to be happening inside). She then leaves. Henext sees a child of about four months old, he has the child bythe foot. The baby shapes its mouth and says these words, "Iknow you well" It is said not in a scary voice and Davealthough frightened still holds on and says "I know you do"The scene ends and Dave gets up and writes the experience.He knows this was a major breakthrough, and sees this womanas she truly is DIVINE. He calls her Mysteria. Dave alsoknows this is the kind of breakthrough that has been necessaryin order to have true parity, because this was the first time hewas able to face her without running away out of fear. Daverecites aloud as he writes Mysteria, he thinks of a woman hehad seen earlier in the evening at a club who was flirting withseveral men."

DAVE:

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[Stark, one of the regulars walks over to get some coffee. Hesays to the Barista]

STARK:

"Hey mister, have you ever been in love? 'Cause I've got toknow something, got to know because, when I'm with mywoman, I want to be free, and when I am free, I want her backwith me. Hey mister, I think you understand, 'cause you looklike someone, whose seen it all firsthand."

Narrator: "Jacob looked with eyes cool as ice, said"

JACOB:

"Yeah son, I've been there once or twice, yeah son, I've beenthere once or twice."

[Narrator: "Stark kept on talking before he shut down, said"]

STARK:

"Hey mister, please tell me what you found. Why do I feel theway that I do, 'cause the way that I feel is nothing really new."

JACOB:

"Well son, here's some advice, everything's temporary, I'vebeen there once or twice, I've been there once or twice.."

like a precious stone, in case there was a flaw, and when hisheart was full and his head was clear, he was given the WhiteBears claw.

Then Fire Fly and Twinkly Star, knew this summer night,Thunder was now ready, with faith and new insight. Patiencethe Goddess, called upon the sea, to bring around herdaughter Mist, who herself was just as free. Thunder and Mist,then chose to both unite, and together they made Happy Rain,to end five thousand years of blight!”

(Again Peter to the audience)

“I think we’re almost ready to come back; don’t you? See thisis about going back to the Garden of Eden and setting thingsright. The myth just doesn’t apply today. We don’t need thatshame and guilt in our psyche, like succubus and incubus. Wedon’t need to give those negative energies any more power.Though it is illusion. OK, you’ve had your belly full of me, solet’s see what happens next.”

[Slips back through invisible curtain, tableau ends]

BOB MULDOON:

“Well it’s been another great night, see you all next week, andbe sure to drive safe.”

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STARK:

"Hey mister, what's that all mean?"

JACOB:

"Well son it happens in between, a heart needs to go throughthe molten fire to open up to things that are much higher.We've got to learn the dance in order to see, otherwise son,we're never really free."

STARK:

"Hey mister, tell me one more thing, have you found thatfreedom, is there such a thing?"

Narrator: "Jacob looked with eyes cool as ice, said"

JACOB:

"Well son, I've been there once or twice, I've been there onceor twice. See son, man and woman have been living in unequalterms since the myth of the Garden of Eden, and now it's up tous to change all that psychologically. This mutual hate goesthat deep. But now we're being given the chance to right thewrong; that is, stop the dependence and using each other."

Now Thunder had been shown, it was almost a year. WhenTurtle taught him what to do, and not to interfere. So when thisfall a spirit came, with gift a turtle too, Thunder new that whathe heard about patience was, all true.

Now spirits being kin to him; showed him many things, liketwo crows that did appear, early that last spring. One wasstopped in mid air, while mosquitoes covered it, and the samewas true for the other crow, though in a nest the crow did sit.

Thunder watched and thought, that the crows would notsurvive, with all that irritation circling in two massive hives.But then they disappeared, and the crows, the crows hadchanged, there was a transformation and the crows were notthe same. For they became lambs, white as winter snow, andso he thought that this must be, the way that change, must go.

Wolf, Horse and White Bear, all had played their part, openingup the pathways that lead back to the heart. Hawk andChanging Moon, Spider with its loom, Goatfish and Lioncatshowed wisdom in his doom.

Now the woman who stole Thunder, when she took her loveaway? Could give it to another on that very day. For this was inher power, her power to survive, so when lightning camebetween her, she could leave with tears she’d cry.

Thunder learned many things, while deep inside the earth, onewas how his Thunder, had its place and worth. He was tested

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STARK:

"Thank you; thank you so much." (Break ends)

BOB MULDOON:

"Let's get this thing going, I'm sure it's way past the bedtimeof some of these next performers. Let's hear it for the Smithfamily" (Applause)

[A dad and mom with a few kids get up. This is the first timeat the coffee house for the kids. Two of the kids are friends,four kids in all, two boys and two girls, ages seven throughnine. Dad sits at the keyboard, he's a children's doctor.]

DR. SMITH:

"My wife and I wrote these songs with not only young peoplein mind, but for those like us who want to see a betterworld....Everybody ready? [Children smiling, shyly nod.] Herewe go; this is called, "Magic Man"

[They all start to sing]

City halls, prison walls, dragons on the roof, magic man if youcan, make them all go poof!All the haze, let it raise, show us what can be, magic man ifyou can, give us eyes to see.

“See, I told you I’d be back. Now the story I am going to readto you is allegorical, and really goes back to the Garden ofEden, now I know the Garden of Eden idea has beenmentioned by Jacob, as well as Jacob’s mosquito vision, whichis in this story. But, this story is an overview and although theevents really happened to another (a man called White bear)only confirms what has already been suggested. It’s really likethe Tale Of Two Loves, but a little deeper. Are you ready?Shhh, (places his finger over his lips) don’t wake them backthere ( pointing to the cast in tableau) this is called “HappyRain.”

“There’s a woman who stole Thunder, when he rolled acrossthe sky, then she took him way down under, where fire keepsthings dry. When days and months and years passed by andRaincloud didn’t cry, the earth and everything she grew, allbegan to die.

One day when Thunder closed his eyes a Goddess did appear,her eyes were green, her hair was blond, with skin fair andclear. Thunder asked this Goddess, tell me what is it? And sheanswered patience, then made a quick exit.

The next day Thunder again closed his eyes, and another faceappeared to him, this time with one green eye. No nose, nomouth no hair appeared, and not a word was spoken, with theeye between where brows would be, he read this as a token.

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Jealousy, selfishness, stuff we do not need magic man, if youcan, take away the greed.

Silly wars, stupid laws, dragons on the roof, magic man if youcan, make them all go poof!

Magic man, oh magic man, mix a new solution, one that endsall poverty, and takes away pollution.

Foolish hates, steel gates, dragons on the roof, magic man ifyou can make them all go poof!

Magic man, if you can, see what you can do, and when I wake,I hope and pray, that all I ask comes true....

(Big round of applause)

DR SMITH:

"Next we're going to sing 'THE BELLY JELLY SONG. Nowfor you in the audience, if you want to join in; the chorus itgoes like this, " I've got a jelly belly feeling, it's a jelly bellyfeeling, I've got this jelly belly feeling a jelly belly feeling, andit's all because of you" OK so when I put my hand up, thenyou come in" [Audience giggles] OK before we start, let meintroduce you to my wife Sally. This is my son Shawn. Mydaughter Kim. This is my son and daughter's friends Randyand Sharron. (Big hand) OK, let's start"

“It’s the perfect storm in the perfect place, rising to thatpinnacle, one day we all face. It’s in the winds that blow, it’s inthe desert sands. It’s in an ocean ‘round us, held in nature’shands.

And a hero finds something deep inside, somethingsomeplace, some of us deny. And they reach on out, usingperfect form, reaching someplace higher, so we can carry on.It’s the perfect storm.

And we may ask this question, where are you tonight? Whereis that courage? Why do I lose sight? When perfect life meetsperfect death, why do I feel such a loss? Why do I forget?

When love is torn to pieces, like a ship tossed at sea, when Iknow it is for certain, an act of destiny. Why do I cry for you?Why do I cry for THEE? Is it not, that perfect storm, rising upin me? It’s the perfect storm.”

“Thank you.”

(Big applause)

[A tableau. Peter the minstrel man slips through an invisiblecurtain to face the real audience]

PETER:

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I can feel you in my belly, I can feel you in my toes, and mybelly feels like jelly, and it's doing belly rolls. And if you'refeeling what I'm feeling, like I'm feeling too, then maybe it'sour jelly bellies, saying I love you. (Raises his hand and alljoin in)

I've got a jelly belly feeling, it's a jelly belly feeling, I've gotthis jelly belly feeling a jelly belly feeling, and it's all becauseof you. (Giggles and laughs)

Now this jelly's really special as far as jellies go, 'cause thisjelly tells my belly and my belly jelly knows. And if you'refeeling what I'm feeling like I'm feeling too, then maybe it'sour jelly bellies saying I love you. ( Raises his hand)

I've got a jelly belly feeling, it's a jelly belly feeling, I've gotthis jelly belly feeling a jelly belly feeling, and it's all becauseof you. ( Again giggles and laughs.)

See I wake up in the morning and this jelly belly's there, it'sthe same when it's afternoon I feel it everywhere, and whenthe evening comes along this jelly belly knows, all I need issee you and my jelly belly rolls.. ( Raises his hand whilepeople giggle and laugh)

I've got a jelly belly feeling, it's a jelly belly feeling, I've gotthis jelly belly feeling a jelly belly feeling, and it's all becauseof you.”..

Could they be, those who ride, so we could finally meet, thoselike me who think they’re not like those who share theseseats? And if they didn’t and it’s just something of our times;then who are they now telling me; this carnival is mine?”

Next I have, “The War Of The Trees”

“I sit in magnificent silence, with nature trying to retrieve. Thewar of the trees for now over; where many a comrade nowbleeds.

Birch against maple, maple against pine, pine against poplar,war without lines. Shields made of stainless, diamonds in ice,bodies of anguish, lain over thrice.

The weight of their armor too much for their racks, explodingwithin, and snapping their backs.

Ice that shatters like broken glass, a shower of crystals adds tothe mass. Sapphires and rubies, topaz and quartz, an illusionof beauty in frozen tear drops.

The war of the trees their pain I can feel. A partridge who sawme makes it all real. And there right above, clouds passingthrough sun in between, sky that is blue.”

“And last, “The Perfect Storm”

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[When they finish the song the Smith's get a standing ovation.The MC Bob Muldoon gets up to the mike and says]

BOB MULDOON:

"Well no one is going to top that, so I think this is a good timeto say goodnight, and come back next week"

[Night ends with the passing of the hat which as usual no oneputs anything in.]

[Someone says hi to a girl walking out.]

"Hi"[Curtly she replies]

GIRL:

"Look I haven't got time to talk right now."

[This is her standard reply whenever anyone says hi to her.She thinks people are out to steel her time, when a simple hiwould have sufficed. She does this at each of the breaks]

it’s so insane; it’s in their names.”

(Applause)

BOB MULDOON:

“Next on our signup sheet is a new comer, Fredrica”

[Fredrica walks up to the stage, she’s in her mid thirties, talland thin, and very pretty. She’s more an artist but also a poet]

Fredrica:

“I have three poems I’d like to read that seem verysynchronistic as to what Two Feathers had to recite. Maybeone or two of them expand on his vision, especially this firstone, its called “Carnival.”

“Who are they that ride this train beneath the city streets?Who are they in carnival, as those who seem discreet? Whatdoes make each one, a they; as I myself declare, is it fromthose eyes I see, that look at me and stare?

I ride with you the newest child, and those who are the least. Iride with you the many lines that squeal under our feet. I ridewith you this day a dream, that seems an acid trip. The purplehair, the dress, the tie, the pierced as one with lip.

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[With the coffee house closed the shade with Humphry Bogartgoes up exposing a kitchen scene. It's where Stark lives withhis wife Iris. Stark is sitting at the kitchen table. He has hisguitar in hand, and as usual is creating new work. His wife Irishas always taken a back seat when it came to his music. Heplucks away, then writes something down on paper. Iris hadjust come in late after work as a waitress, then cheerily asks.]

IRIS:

“How was your night?"

STARK:

“It was great, but don't bother me right now, because I'll forgetwhat I'm doing."

[Iris reaches over to touch him. Stark annoyed, brushes her offand disappears into the other room.]

[Iris thinking, looks towards the room where Stark entered ]

IRIS:

“Can you hear me? My soul it shouts. Can't you see I havethese doubts, and my love for you is running out? I've tried sohard to get inside, but I feel like I've been pushed aside, andmy hands are tied. You just don't see, you're losing me, andmy love for you I'll set it free. And it just won't be. The days

Mohammed and the Jesus Christ, or those who we pray to, Ithink they would have stayed away, seeing what we do, it’s soinsane, it's in their names.

Every form of prejudice makes somebody rich, so with thosewho think they’re not when off to fight this itch. Good againstthe evil ones each thinking they are good, trying to kill the socalled beast, while it hides right under hood.

Arms dealers fueling fires playing deadly games, countriesseeing lots of jobs, in each cross exchange. Profits are themotives in those deadly flames, dividing each by their beliefs,inflicting words of pain.

Compassion waits the message, let go step aside, while thosewho think an eye for eye, I think they call that pride. Stillmakes you wonder why, prophets ever came, when here we goagain, in a world still just insane.

It’s so immature when all is said and done, but the pain andsorrow that is real and felt by everyone. It’s a world still mad,and to think that we are had, while some are even glad andthat’s really really sad.

Mohammed and the Jesus Christ, or those who we pray to, Ithink they would have stayed away, seeing what we do, it’s soinsane, it’s in their names, it’s so insane, it’s in their names,

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soon coming when I'll be gone, and you'll be wondering whatwent wrong. You're just that blind. My tears like rain, eachday they fall, and you don't see them there at all, how loudthey call. But my tears connect me to the ground, a sacredplace you haven't found, though it's all around. For that iswhere all life begins, and must return to rise again, and feelthe wind. Yes, I'll feel the wind, I can feel the wind, feel thewind, just feel the wind.”

[When she finishes she sings this song 'With A LittleRomance" ]

IRIS:

With a little romance, you could have it all. I'd bend like thewillow, like a star I would fall. You have nothing to lose, justgive it a chance, 'cause I'd do anything for a little romance.Flowers with candy, dinner for two, a walk holding handswould do nicely thank you. A passionate kiss, a gentle touch,I'm really not asking for very much.

With a little romance, you could have it all. I'd bend like thewillow, like a star I would fall. You have nothing to lose, justgive it a chance, 'cause I'd do anything for a little romance.

Tell me I'm pretty, recite me a poem. Make me feel special letit be shown. A telephone call just to say I love you, and you'dbe surprised at what I would do.

flag. I think it applies today more than ever. It’s called “OneFlag”

“I see one flag solid white, sparkling with a passive light. I seeone flag not displayed, with pomp or glory, or parade. I see oneflag more radiant still, as in unity this world to fill. I, see; oneflag.”

“Back in the eighties I had a vision. In the vision an old manappeared to me. He was at peace. I asked him his secret; andhe said; “To kill”. I thought he meant to kill desires. One yearlater, I am shown in another vision the old man’s meaning.This vision involves a black dog and a white dog. One has meby the left hand and one has me by the right. I see how theyare pulling me apart, and how ferocious they both are. I thenhave them both killed, and for the first time felt peace andfreedom. I could see how they represented good and evil, andwere tearing the world apart; and needed to be killedpsychologically. I adapted this experience into a poem called“In Their Names”. Now before the poem, I should add that mycousin Black Elk had a similar vision. He thought it meant,“Kill your enemy like a dog”. Anyway here’s the poem.”

“In Their Names.”

“Here we go again with the same thing, in a world still just insane.Each side choosing sides on all sides, each thinking they are right, withsomething to be gained. It’s a world still mad, and it’s really really sad,'cause we’re not that bad, just think we’ve all been had.

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Steal home from work some afternoon, go for a drive wait forthe moon. Look at the stars shift through the night, and whenthe sun starts to rise, hold me real tight.

With a little romance, you could have it all. I'd bend like thewillow, like a star I would fall. You have nothing to lose, justgive it a chance, 'cause I'd do anything for a little romance...

[When Iris finishes singing, she sits down at the kitchen table.Under her breath she says, and teary]

IRIS:

"I will leave him"

[Just then there's a tableau,( a freeze frame ) Jacob the baristawalks on stage and looking at the audience recites]

JACOB:

"When the honey's gone, you will know it is time, to searchfor those flowers that hold its gold. For when the honey's gone,it's time to move on, in order for purpose once more to unfold;when the honey's gone."

[No sooner does Jacob walk off when another man comes outto face the audience. His name is Peter. He is a wanderingminstrel type. Smiling a lot, happy. He has an English accent.The shade is pulled back down.}

FLOWER:

“Please, what does the symbol you are wearing mean?”

[It is a circle with three parallel lines within]

WHITE OWL:

“This symbol first appeared to my cousins the Anasazi almosta thousand years ago. Then recently it was revealed in a visionto another cousin, White Bear. Only this time it came with amessage. “The path that’s neither left nor right, nor in themiddle, is the one that circles all three” In other words allpaths are sacred, yours as well as mine, and the potential wehave, is the fourth path that embraces all.”

FLOWER:

“Oh thank you, that means so much to me.”

[Break ends]

BOB MULDOON:

“Next we have Two Feathers.”

TWO FEATHER’S:

“Many years ago I was inspired to write this poem. It’s about a

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PETER:

"Right now I would like to recite this poem to you. It's called"A Tale Of Two Loves" Now, I know what you're going tothink, but;

[Waving one of his hands towards the audience says]

I'll explain it later."

“'Tis the tale of two loves who had parted their ways, one wentto sea, while the other would stay, and when she returned, theyhad this to say, and this is their story, on that homecomingday."

"Where have you been lass? Where have you been? 'Causeyour sails look torn, a bit ragged and thin. Did you find whatyou went for? Would you do it again? 'Cause your riggin looksworn lass, as the vessel you're in."

And she said: "You know why I left, you know why I left.‘Twas the thing to do, and I've got no regret. 'Cause thethoughts that I had, inside that I kept, I could feel them eachmorning, and every night as they wept. Now I caught thewaves, few days out at sea, and the wind it blew, just as hardas could be, and I prayed and I cursed, as I cried out forTHEE, and when it turned calm, I knew I was free! Yes mysails were torn, a bit ragged and thin, and my riggin was worn,

happy and said to the bird, hey you’re going to be OK, you’regoing to make it. When the bird finally got its composureback, and noticed the man, the bird started chirping. Myfriend thought the bird was thanking him. But then the birdflew to a nearby tree. And soon a grackle came out of nowhereand attacked the little bird. It fell to the ground when anothergrackle came and finished the canary off. It was as if thegrackles heard the canary’s cry for help; that it was its time tomove on. My friend thought how intelligent those birds are,and that’s when he also knew; there was nothing to fix.”

SYLVIA:

“Jacob, are you one of those enlightened gurus?”

JACOB:

“Sylvia, if I could remember where pencils or pens, or pocketswhere keys or matches are in; I’d stand like the Buddha’s rightbeside them, just as enlightened, as soon as I can. No, I’monly a man what more can I say, I’m only a man as I wasyesterday. I’m only a man, honest it’s true, and if you think I’mmore; I’ll disappoint you.”

[Both smile; she walks away]

[Flower walks over to where the Indians are sitting. Sheaddresses White Owl]

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as the vessel I'm in. But my SOUL came alive, I can feel itagain, and that's why I left, and where I have been. I waslooking for me, feeling so lost, and was willing to chance it, nomatter the cost. ‘Cause if I had stayed, I would not havecrossed, but sank to the bottom, to be covered with moss. Nowmy sails will mend, and so will its mast, and the vessel I'm inwill make its way back, and I'm glad that you cared, and I'mglad that you asked, 'cause I know that I love you, and I amyour lass."

And when she was through, a smile filled his eyes. He wasglad she was back, and her soul had revived. And they staredfor a time, to let the silence just pass, when he finally said, "Welcome home again lass". Then he added, "And while youwere gone, I wanted to run. To chase you down, for what Ithought I had done. But the truth of it is, my soul was as lost.And I had to stay back, till this devil was tossed. And I rantedand raved, and I fought with desire, and I felt the burn of afurious fire, and the dragon I clung to rode me on higher, as Iswung with my sword till the flame did retire. Now I'm gladthat you went, and I'm glad that I stayed .For our lives will bedifferent, as we are this day. For we answered the call, thatwoke us the same, that came from our souls, to each other byname. So here we are together at last, and I don't think itmatters, whatever will pass, 'cause I see it now, so clear asfine glass, that this love is true, my beautiful lass."

patience, that’s how we learn. A shaman friend of mine oncetold me you have to see the beauty in the shit”

[Sylvia jumps in]

SYLVIA:

“Ya but you don’t have to stand in it.”

JACOB:

“See you’re getting smarter already.”

(Both Laugh)

JACOB:

“Sylvia, let me tell you this story. A man once told me he washaving a conversation with a woman outside this supermarketwhere she worked. She was on break. When her break wasover she was heading back in when she saw this canary lyingon the ground in front of the glass door. It must have slammedinto the glass. So she picked up the bird and brought it over tomy friend. She asked him if he would try to revive the bird,that appeared dead. She herself had to get back to work. So,here’s my friend with this bird in his hands. He startedstroking its head and after about fifteen minutes, the birdstarted to come back to life. Then after awhile, it got up on oneof his fingers, it was wobbling quite a bit. My friend was really

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[AfterPeter finishes, he explains]

"Even though in this poem the two seem to get back together;well, they do; but, it's not to be with each other. The poet whowrote this poem was looking at; well; it's higher meaning.

[With that he smiles, laughs a little, then goes to leave, turnsaround and says]

Oh I'll explain more later."

[Months pass. It’s another Monday. Bob Muldoon explains thewhole intent. Then continuing,]

BOB MULDOON:

“WOW, our original intent has held up, but boy, have weexpanded our repertoire; storytellers, poets, it wouldn’tsurprise me if someone gets up here and starts juggling.(Laughter) This is a new comer to the café, Tex.”

[Tex had just been standing talking to another of theentertainers. Tex to him]

Tex:” Enjoy this while it lasts. I’ve seen these things come andgo, for a long time. In fact, I played with Biaz at a coffeehousein Cambridge. We thought that would never end; but it did.”

way. Peter Peter, what a name, Peter Peter do you feel thesame ‘cause today I fell in love three times but tonight I’d liketo make you mine Peter Stay Peter stay, is that OK?” [Peterlaughs] PETER:

“That’s OK, that’s OK.”

[Bob Muldoon still laughing along with the audience, says]

BOB MULDOON:

“Let’s take a break.”

[Laughs some more]

[Sylvia walks over to Jacob]

SYLVIA:

“Ya know I’m really sorry.”

JACOB:

“Everyone has their place, as was said, suppression retardsevolution. Think of yourself as an apple that just went frombeing green to the next stage; see wisdom comes with

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[Tex makes his way to the mike.]

Tex:

“Nice to be here. Just drove a hundred plus miles. Ya knowword gets out about these places, and people like me, we findya. Hope you like what I got. I’m a country boy with a lot ofhillbilly in him. (Laughter)

[Starts to pluck away at his guitar, then says]

This first one is called “Sittin In A Greyhound Station”

I was sittin in a Greyhound station waitin for a bus forTennessee. I was minding my own business when this prettylady sat across from me. We looked into each other’s eyes andthe way she smiled that day made me see. When the man saidboarding Memphis, then said New Orleans, I knew that was asclose as it would be.

And, it always feels the same; it always feels the same. Whenyou’re left out of the game, it will always feel the same.

Now riding on the bus I wondered why I couldn’t find thewords to say. But just like so many times before, I let mychance just up and slip away. ‘Cause when we looked intoeach other’s eyes and the way she smiled that day made mesee. When the man said boarding Memphis and then said New

PETER:

‘Cause when I meet someone I find my heart just wants tomake them mine, that’s my way, ‘cause I fell in love oncefifteen times and that before the clock struck nine; what a day!

[Girls stretching their hands up smiling say]

What a day!

PETER:

So glad to meet ya, gee you’re looking well, I know that I loveyou 'cause my heart I know just fell, maybe see you later,maybe we can dance 'cause today I’m feeling lots of love andready for romance. Gertrude Gertrude what a name, GertrudeGertrude do you feel the same 'cause today I fell in love threetimes but tonight I’d like to make you mine Gertrude stay,Amelia stay, is that OK?”

[Gertrude and Amelia]

“That’s OK, it’s OK.”

[Then Gertrude and Amelia break out with]

“Four times was the day before tomorrow who knows maybemore who can say. ‘Cause when I meet someone I find myheart just wants to make them mine that’s my way that’s my

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Orleans, I new that was as close as it would be.

Now I was sittin in a Greyhound station waiting for the bus toleave at three. I was minding my own business when thatpretty lady sat across from me. We looked into each other’seyes and the way she smiled that day I could see. When theman said you’re in Memphis, now boarding Nashville, I knewthat she’d be right there next to me.

‘Cause it always feels the same, it will always feel the same,when you’re left out of the game, you will always feel thesame. (Big hand)

Tex:

“Thank you. Now this next song came about when my carbroke down in Kentucky, a place called Warsaw. At first, Ithought I was in a scene out of the movie “Deliverance”(Laughter) But soon found out much different. I was there forthree days, and the folks there were super nice. Here goes.”

There’s a little country place, with a little pretty face, inKentucky. She’s a dream that I know in her eyes she let itshow, in Kentucky.

It’s a sweeter memory and the real thing, seems it’s alwaysthere never tiring. 'Cause love is in the dream for what is right,and holding on to images now and then that come in sight, andthere’s one of Kentucky tonight.

“You’re really wonderful, that was great. Now for my nextnumber, I’ve asked Gertrude and Amelia to come up and helpme.

[They get up from their seats, walk up to the stage. Both are onthe plump side and dressed conservative. In fact their dressesare long and black]

We already rehearsed this number outside so we’re ready,aren’t we girls?”

[Round faced and smiling; twitching their bodies nod yes]

“Here we go. I fell in love three times today, one more timethan yesterday that’s OK.

[Gertrude and Amelia smile and lift up their hands and say]

“That’s OK.”

PETER:

Four times was the day before, tomorrow who knows maybemore, who can say?

[Girls again lifting up their hands]

“Who can say?”

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Tobacco barns, daddy’s stew, good old boys, I met a few, I waslucky. My car broke down but then I found, a friendly place, acountry town in Kentucky.

It’s a sweeter memory and the real thing, seems it’s alwaysthere never tiring. 'Cause love is in the dream for what is right,and holding on to images now and then that come in sight, andthere’s one of Kentucky tonight.

There’s a little country place with a little pretty face inKentucky. She’s a star that I know in her eyes she let it showin Kentucky. So now I have this image, I am holding on totight, 'cause love is in the dream for what is right, and there’sone of Kentucky tonight, and there’s one of Kentucky tonight,and there’s one of Kentucky tonight. (Big Applause)

“Thank you. OK this is my last number. Being from Texas anall; and proud of it. I wrote this song for my mommy anddaddy. Hope you like it. It’s called "My Daddy Was ACowboy”

OH my daddy was a cowboy, my mother was the show, andthey would ride day or night with the rodeo. My daddy was acowboy, from a long Texas line, but my mother was thatcowboy’s star in a Texas sky that shines.

of the Lord can never blow out and that’s good news we all canshout and that’s good news we all can shout the light of theLord can never blow out. The light of the Lord is on in myheart night and day as long as I pray He promised me that toshow me the way. The light of the Lord can never blow out andthat’s good news we all can shout and that’s good news we allcan shout the light of the Lord can never blow out…..[End ofsecond ]

I love Jesus my brother and Mary his mother and God thefather of all. I love Krishna and Buddha Mohammed andJudah and all those who rose from the fall. I love what can bewith peace that is free and right here for anyone. It’s the seait’s the land the place where we stand and all because whatlove has done. It’s the feelings we have the joy and the sad aseach day that’s filled with surprise, it’s life it’s the death it’sthe sun that will set that someplace always will rise. It’s thethings that we hoe and the things that we grow that gives us alittle insight. But it’s love with its grace and mysterious facethat I sit here and think and to write…I love Jesus my brotherand Mary his mother and God the father of all. I love Krishnaand Buddha Mohammed and Judah and all those who rosefrom the fall. I love what can be with peace that is free andright here for anyone. It’s the sea it’s the land the place wherewe stand and all because what love has done, and all becausewhat love has done, and all because what love has done.

(Ends song big hand)

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Yippee I eh, yippee I oh, sure glad I am a Texan, where theRio Grande it flows. Yippee I eh, yippee I oh, a rootin tootinTexan, down by the Alamo.

Now Texans like their freedom, just like they like some beers.Don’t like nobody messin, trying to interfere. 'Cause Texansare real cowboys from a long Texan line, and today we knowthat’s someone, that’s mighty hard to find.

Yippee I eh, yippee I oh, sure glad I am a Texan, where theRio Grande it flows. Yippee I eh, Yippee I oh, a rootin tootinTexan, down by the Alamo.

Now my daddy’s still a cowboy, my mother’s still the show, andthey still go day and night to the rodeo. My daddy’s still acowboy from a long Texan line and my mother’s still thatcowboy’s star in a Texas sky that shines.

Yippee I eh, yippee I oh, sure glad I am a Texan where theRio Grande it flows. Yippee I eh, yippee I oh, I'’ a rootintootin Texan and proud to let you know, I’m a rootin tootinTexan, just thought I’d let you know. “Thank you.” (Really bigapplause)

AUDIENCE:“It is free!

PETER:

“We’re heading to the land where it is free,”

AUDIENCE:

“It is free!

PETER:

We’re heading to the land that God himself has planned, andhe’s here today calling you and me. Come on and hop on,come on and hop on. Don’t worry if you have to stand, come onand hop on, come on and hop on, ‘cause we’re going to thepromised land.

Hop on, come on and hop on there’s a promise straight aheadwe’re going to find, so leave that baggage you’ve been carryingleave it all behind ‘cause we’re heading to that place wherethe sun always shines. Come on and hop on come on and hopon, don’t worry if you have to stand, come on and hop on comeon and hop on, ‘cause we’re heading to the promised land.[End of first song ]

The light of the Lord illumines the dark night and day as longas I pray He promised me that to show me the way. The light

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BOB MULDOON:

“Thanks Tex, that was great, hope to see you come back again.[Then Bob with a smile on his face says] That reminds me of apiece I wrote when I was in Texas, I was seeing this lady at thetime, and man was she a fast driver. Here’s the piece. I calledit "The Drive.” [Laughs a little]

It’s a highway down in Texas. It’s a road that says it’s true. It’sbefore what will be sunrise, it’s a road that has a view….Allaround. And we’re really going fast, and it really is exciting,my woman she is driving, down this road that’s soinviting…Oh my God, I left my seat! Now this road she saysshe owns it, ‘cause I asked her as we dipped, ‘cause my kneesjust hit the dashboard, and my teeth just bit my lip…Shelooked calm, and pretty too. And we’re really going fast, and itreally is exciting, my woman she is driving, down this roadthat’s so inviting…OH NO, HERE COMES A CURVE. I amflung right there beside her, then swung back in position, I’mfrom Boston she’s from Texas, I guessed this istradition…Cowboy stuff. No seat belts what the hell for, Iknow she never wears one. Besides she had a dream, said thatshe would die young…She’s 44. And we’re really going fast,and it really is exciting, my woman she is driving, down thisroad that’s so inviting…OKAY, we're in the air!…

[Song ends everyone is laughing, Bob too. Then he adds]”Wellas you can see, it all turned out okay. All right, next we haveChris”

OK you’re ready.” (Laughs) Its called “Hop ON”.

“There’s a promise straight ahead don’t you know?”

[Raises his hand)

AUDIENCE:

“Don’t you know?”

PETER:

“There’s a promise straight ahead don’t you know?”

AUDIENCE:

“Don’t you know”

PETER:

There’s a promise straight ahead where the hungry will be fed,with so much love it just overflows.

Come on and hop on, come on and hop on. Don’t worry if youhave to stand. Come on and hop on, come on and hop on,‘cause we’re going to the promised land.

“We’re heading to the land where it is free,”

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[Chris is very energetic, mid twenties, wearing a peasantdress. She has a tambourine]

CHRIS:

"It's nice to be here, I was wondering if I could get the manover there to come up here with his conga drum. [She talks tohim about the beat she wants, it's fast.] OK, this is for all yougirls who have been to dances; and that's all you want to do isdance. Also if anyone feels like getting up and dancing, pleasedo. [Looks over at the MC. He gives a reassuring nod.] Heregoes; It's called, "All I Want To Do Is Dance With You"

All I want to do is dance with you, all I want to do is dance.All I want to do is see it through whatever might be at chance.

That's, all I want to do, that's all I want to do, that's all I wantto do, that's all I want to do, that's all I want to do, that's all Iwant to do. All I want to do is dance with you, all I want to dois dance.

All I want to do is feel what's true, all I want to do is dance.All I want to do is see what's new, enjoying the wholeromance. I want to dance when the beat is strong, dance whenit's weak. I want to hold on, and let go, experiencing everypeak. And when the music is far away, I'll be there so I cansay, all I want to do is dance with you, all I want to do isdance.

“Next on our list is Peter.”

[Peter gets up has a banjo with him, and of course his catchingsmile]

PETER:

“Well I’d like to lighten things up a bit; and I need audienceparticipation for this number. It’s a gospel song I wrote, don’tknow where the heck it came from, but it did. So when I putmy hand up you will say, “It is free!” You’ll get it I promise.(Laughs)

[Starts plucking on his banjo]

Here we go; oh ya, the first line you’ll say is “Don’t youknow!” Let’s try this first; There’s a promise straight ahead,don’t you know? (Raises his hand audience says)

AUDIENCE:

“Don’t you know”

PETER:

“One more thing, there’s three parts to this song, not really butI feel like adding two other pieces to it. [Laughs]

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[The girls get up right off and start dancing, they grab some ofthe guys as well. By this time everyone is up]

That's all I want to do, that's all I want to do, that's all I wantto do, that's all I want to do, that's all I want to do, that's all Iwant to do. All I want to do is dance with you, all I want to dois dance.All I want to do is dance with you, all I want to do is dance,all I want to do is dance with you, all I want to do is dance.That's all I want to do, that's all I want to do, that's all I wantto do. That's all I want to do, that's all I want to do, that's all Iwant to do. All I want to do is dance with you; all I want to dois; dance.

CHRIS:

"Hey, that was fun. Now I'm going to sing a song again for yougals who are looking for a good time, without the strings. Thisis slow, so take a rest and enjoy. Hey how about that drummerBrandon, wasn't he great! (Big hand with whistles) This nextone is called "Full Circle"

I'm not looking for commitment, I'm not looking for no strife.I'm just looking for a good time if and when the time is right. Ineed to have my freedom, I need my time alone. Don't need tofeel the pressure, just freedom from the known.

that burned until its light went out? Is it the feeling that comeswith love when there’s no doubt?

Is it when life gives its last breath and fills a room? Is it thesound of a crick in a wheel from a weaver’s loom? Is it the warleft behind after those weep? Is it a choir that sang and putour soul’s to sleep?

Or, is it a grace of which no words will make increase, thetruth of which was asked, for what is peace; is peace.”

“Thank you.”

(Applause)

[Just then the girl who first interfered (Sylvia) stands up andsays]

Sylvia:

“Listen, I just want to apologize for my intrusion, I too missedwhat was here. Just to let you know, I had just gotten out of aninstitution; yes mental, and, well I’m sorry.”

[Sylvia gets a big round of applause. The person next to hergives her a big hug. All the other regulars were smiling theirapproval, as well as their understanding.]

BOB MULDOON:

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Like the moon that comes full circle, and never is the same.So too with hearts that meet again, they too will alwayschange.

The other night was good, and loving you was right. But nowit's time to let it go, and keep our feelings light. In themeantime let's be friends, no reason not to be, let's move alongwith the tide, that changes in the sea.

Like the moon that comes full circle, and never is the same, sotoo with hearts that meet again, they too will always change.

I need to have my freedom, I need my time alone. Don't needto feel the pressure; just freedom from the known...

[Finishes, thanks everyone, heads back to her seat. Along theway, people are reaching out to her saying “You were great"]

BOB MULDOON:

"OK moving right along; next we have Stark." (Applause)[Gets up to the mike says]

STARK:

“Well a lot of you know my wife left me a few months ago, andbelieve me, I've never felt anything so strong in my heart; andmy stomach feels like it's catching my heart's sadness; like a

(Applause)

“Next I’ll read these two poems.”

“There’s a garden over there; can you see it? With a child inher mother’s arms. They are walking down a path withrainbowed flowers, where tears are not allowed to touch theeyes. There’s a garden over there; can you see it? Look at theriver passing through, it’s carrying lily pads in clusters, withfrogs madly waving, proud to be the crew.

There’s a garden over there; can you see it? Look at the manwho cares, he’s petting the animals who love him, while birdskeep circling in air. There’s a garden over there; can you seeit? Look what’s coming in view, those people, look they aresmiling, and one has a face, just like you; can you see it?”

“Now my last poem, it’s called Peace.”

“Peace?

Is it a cloud white against blue, passing through? Is it a rivermeandering along, speaking to you? Is it the dawn before thebird calls on day? Is it the rain that touched our hearts withmusic it played?

Is it the field that stretched itself beyond our sight? Is it thestars too many to count that came one night? Is it the candle

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soot is dripping from it. So as you can imagine, a lot of blueshave been coming to mind; as well as many questions. That'sone thing about relationships ending, it always makes for goodsongwriting. It's really soul searching isn't it? After I playthese next two songs, I'm going to recite two short poems, ifthat's all right? [Gets the go ahead signal ] Here goes, this iscalled "The Woman I Love Up And Left Me"

The woman I love up and left me, tired of all my mentalgames. The woman I love up and left me, now I'm tired, aloneand insane. Happened through the years when our love wasyoung, and I couldn't see the hurt when it was being done, thewoman I love up and left me, I was blind, I just couldn't see.

Said too many things that caused her awful pain, don't knowwhy I said them, but I said them all the same. The woman Ilove up and left me, now I'm tired, alone and insane.

I don't pretend to understand this mystery, why two that cometogether cause such misery, the woman I love up and left me, Iwas blind and I just couldn't see, I was blind I just couldn'tsee, I was blind I just couldn't see...

[Finishes, applause. Goes over to the keyboard]

“This song is called "I Need You."

[It's slow and very beautiful, like a prayer]

there lives the rarest flower, and if seen one never dies. It livesdeep inside a cave far away from sight, there among crystalsthat shimmer in its light.

It is said when God made the earth, and the future he hadseen, he was saddened by what he saw, when this flowerturned to green. And when God he saw this he was taken byits love, and so he placed it in this cave on a mountain highabove.

Then he said, my special flower you are the purest green, andso he gave this flower, a pair of eyes to stand between. Andthen with a gentle touch each petal he pulled down, for neverwould they ever close, because of what they found.

Then he said I will take from you a little bit of green, and Iwill give it every now and then, to the rarest of the beings.And with it some magic, and the power to heal, then he kissedit with his own sweet lips to place his sacred seal.

Now for those who want to go, (and not just to see) in search ofthis chosen flower, for all of its beauty. They themselves mustbe, of the courageous kind, with open eyes and opened hearts,and a willingness to shine.

But first one must meet the green eyes of her kin, for throughtheir eyes it is known, who’s ready to begin. For they hold thepower the magic and the key, for one to find that secret path,to the cave in Cha Loo Lee.

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I need you like the forest needs rain, I want you as a little boy,who is in a lot of pain. You're the soil, you're the sea, you'rethe air surrounding me, and I need you like a little boy to takeaway my pain. You are liquid, I am mass, you're the sparkle inthe glass. You inspire, I defend, you inquire, I descend. You'remy youth, you're my sight, you're the dream I have each night,and I need you, like a forest needs rain.

You're the flower in the wild. You give birth to every child.You're the shimmer, you're the mist. You're the dew whensoftly lit. And like a stem you're the flower that sits upon theend. And I need you like a forest needs rain. And like a stemyou're the flower, that sits upon the end; and I need you like aforest needs rain....

(Applause)

[Stark walks over to the mike]

“The two poems. "Reasons I depend" “I thought aboutperfection, thought about change. Thought about loss, thoughtabout gain. I thought about life, thought about death. Thoughtabout things, that haven't happened yet.

Seems I'm always thinking, or looking at the scene. Trying tofind some answers, you know what I mean. Here I go again,I'm thinking of you. I wonder where it's going, or if it's eventrue.

watch the onion peel, that is how we heal until we see what’sreal. I know I hurt for change by feeling all its pains andthough it’s really strange slowly there are gains. Don’t need tofight the world don’t need another cause just need to changemyself deal with my own flaws. Why it’s an evolution not inrevolution that is no solution it’s the execution, why it’s anevolution not in revolution that is no solution it’s theexecution, why it's an evolution not in revolution that is nosolution it's the execution!

[Dave finishes gets an extra big round of applause]

BOB MULDOON:

“Man you’ve got to love it, people saying what’s on their mindand giving us some other perspective on looking at situations,thanks Dave. Next we have Flower.”

FLOWER:

“Thank you Dave for such insight, and thank you Bob forcalling me last week, it’s so good to be back here. Here is onesong and two poems I’ve written since September 11th. I likewhat Dave said about “Feeding the shadow radiant food”. AndI hope what I have to share does just that.”

(Celtic sounding)

In the land of Cha Loo Lee where the mountains touch the sky,

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My brain never seems to tire, thinking all the time, trying tofind the words, trying to find the rhyme. Don't think it's evergoing to stop, don't think it ever ends. I guess I'm still tryingto find; those reasons I depend.”

“And this last poem; it's called "A Perfect Love"

“It's that perfect love I've been looking for, and so the reasonfor the war. Now I see it was always there, in me, round me,everywhere. And so it is to be aware, it's that perfect love, thatwe all share.

A succubus came, just last night, making love till the fright.That because, I started to fight, instead of being in the light.

It was a crazy night intrusion that I recall with such profusion,and so it is with this transfusion, seeing now my ownconfusion...illusion.

It's that perfect love I've been looking for; and so the reason,for the war"....

(Big hand)

[Stark finishes, goes and sits]

BOB MULDOON:

tance see it in the skies. Black thunder’s on the rise take alook around it’s really no surprise black thunder’s on the rise;making circles in the sand.

It’s the last flight to freedom, better take it now whileeverybody’s sleeping it’s all going down. It’s the last flight tofreedom, how can we be sure? Just take a look around youthey’re blocking every door. It’s the last flight to freedom to letour spirits fly and if you don’t take it you can stay and watch itdie. It’s the last flight to freedom things are going down. Notlooking good for anyone every day it’s losing ground. It’s thelast flight to freedom better take it now 'cause everybody’ssleeping in our cities and every town.

They’re closing every loophole blocking every door taking wayour freedom it's happened all before. So grab yourself a ticketgive one to a friend and climb aboard the last flight don’t letyour freedom end. It’s the last flight to freedom to let ourspirits fly 'cause others want a claim on it and would rathersee it die. Take the last flight to freedom freedom needs to winbefore they close the last door that locks the spirit in. Take thelast flight to freedom just remember when 'cause freedom isthe spirit whose wings we must defend.

Why it’s an evolution not in revolution that is no solution it’sthe execution. Be a hero to yourself, don’t hurt nobody else,it’s really hard to do it all comes down to you. Try not tointerfere, no matter what you hear, that’s running from our fearyou’ve got to keep it near. Just sit with what you feel and

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"OK, now we have Carl, let's hear it for Carl." (Applause)

[Carl gets up, he has an air about him; an air of just beingfree, like he has real peace of mind.]

CARL:

"My name is Carl, and here's a few tunes I wrote, that I hopejust make you feel good. The first is called, "I belong". I wasat my first pagan ritual, which wasn't pagan at all. In fact, itwas down right holy. At least that's what I got out of it.Anyway, that experience inspired this. The tune is like a folkieJazz.”

I like the breeze through my toes; flowers for my nose, dancing'round a fire with moon. I like things that are real, things I canfeel, even singing when I'm out of tune.

I like daytimes, nighttime’s, any times the right time, forwhatever comes along; 'cause when it does, I feel it because,life tells me that I belong.

It's a sidewalk to sit, lips fresh to kiss, simple as things likethat. Things that are real, things I can feel, like my friend whoweaves her own hats.

I like doing my wash in a sink by hand, touching the clothes Iwear. And a fence for a line, a tree or a vine, and a dryer a

if you don’t believe it you can see it well 'cause everybody‘round wants to sell sell sell. You’ve got to push real hard,you’ve got to push real hard.

You’ve got to chew it screw it swallow do it, push push. You’vegot to take it make it so you fake it, push push. You’ve got tohold it squeeze it learn to please it, push push. You smooth itglue it anything to do it, push push. Welcome to this world ofpain and sorrow, and if you haven’t met it yet you willtomorrow. And for those who know what I mean, it’s all just apassing dream, but in the meantime we must live with the timewe borrow. More more give me more what else can my life befor, me me look at me, I want everything I see. Spend spenddon’t let it end words of a president we defend. Manifestdestiny land of the powerful and the free.

Buffalo dung! Work three jobs just to pay the rent and thecredit cards you can’t dent dent dent better off living in a tenttent tent but the land once free just went went went. Pushedtoo hard, pushed too hard. What have we done to this land westole is the curse of the Indians taking its toll? Now trying tofill an empty hole but you can’t fill a hole that has no soul.Teasing testing it’s molesting can’t you see, trying to live by afalse pretense security. For pride must always take its fall astime makes liars of us all shattering our ignorance strikingcovers of defense. Pushed too hard just pushed too hard.

Wolves are wailing MOTHER’S ailing time to wake up we are

failing! Black thunder’s on the rise you can hear it in the

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dis

thing called air.

I like making things to give away, to people some I don't know.'Cause when I do, I feel what is true, and real's not a word justto say.

It's a child I watched, giggling with joy, playing with two dogsas friends. When they'd chase him down, he'd fall to theground, and his laugh any heart would bend.

He'd go back for more in their game of tag, a tot still underthree, and again under chase, a tag would be placed, and hisfreedom touched the real in me.

It's saying I love you and meaning it, even though it's someonejust met. I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU! From the heartwhen its candle is lit.

And it's daytimes, nighttime’s, any times the right time, forwhatever comes along. For when it does, I feel it because, lifetells me that I belong, and it's simple like the words in thissong, and it's simple like the words in this song; oh ya....(Bigapplause)

“Next, is one I wrote called, "The Morning Song" it's a littlejazzy. Here goes.”

It's the morning song with a good old beat, it's the morningsong to get you on your feet, it's the morning song day or night,

work is more at feeding the shadow radiant food; whichshadow we all have in us. So please keep that in mind. OKhere we go; oh, and by the way, remember, “The devil you seeis the devil you are.” OK here we go.”

[This is to a very fast beat]

Freedom is a fairy tale writ by many known to few a spidersweb one chance in twenty, will escape its slanted view.

Making circles in the sand. Now this tale of life is a deadman’s song, and for you right now it won’t be long. No matterhow righteous no matter how wrong, it ends the same with adead man’s song. Black thunder’s on the rise you can hear it inthe distance see it in the skies. Black thunder’s on the rise,you can feel it everywhere see it in the eyes. Black thunder’son the rise take a look around its really no surprise, blackthunder’s on the rise.I woke up feeling like a worn out rag, and I thought my life isreally such a drag. I knew my chances they were wearing thin,and there just was no way I was going to win. You’ve got topush too hard, you’ve got to push too hard.

This feeling blue is a doggone shame, and I know there’s justno one else to blame, but when the tide goes out it alwaysdrags my name and when it comes back in I play the same oldgame. And it’s a drag a real drag. Now there ain’t no heavenand there ain’t no hell and God is dead near as I can tell and

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it's the morning song to keep you in the light.

And it's all right, you're going to be all right, there's peace insight stay in the light dance through this night, it's gonna beall right.

Just smile smile smile, smilin gets ya high. Just smile smilesmile, don't believe the lie.Just smile smile smile, know that you can fly. Just smile smilesmile, all you need is try.

When in the middle of a storm and your sails are torn, and youcannot see the shore, and your boats adrift and pain you sufferit, and you feel all alone. When life is cruel as it can be, andyou ask this question why why me, and no answer comes nomatter what you do, then this morning song is just for you.

It's the morning song with a good old beat, it's the morningsong to get you on your feet, it's the morning song to make youwant to dance, the morning song says you have another chanceto

Smile smile smile, smilin gets ya hi. Just smile smile smile,don't believe the lie.Just smile smile smile, keep light and love alive. Just smilesmile smile, 'cause you're the reason why.

And it's all right, you're gonna be all right, there's peace insight stay in the light dance through this night it's gonna be all

“Sounds good to me.”

Narrator: " So the coffeehouse music night is back on. Bobtakes his place as emcee which everyone welcomes, eventhose who kept it going."

BOB MULDOON:

“Well it’s really great to be back here again, and to see all youregulars, I’ve missed you all. (Applause) Well needless to say,I know how shocking September11th was, and it sure haschanged things, hasn’t it? You know the first thing they didwhen Kabul was liberated, was to turn the music back on,which only proves you can’t stop the music. (Big applause,whistles, and banging on the tables) And when my wife Cindybroke the news to Stark and me, we were just completing thistape I have here in my hand, (Holds it up) which was ourobjective. And in spite of our going apart, it’s true, you can’tstop the music, no matter how you try! OK, first on our list isDave Black, and it looks like he can’t wait to get up here.”

DAVE BLACK:

“It’s so good to be up here, and see so many people back. NowI’m going to connect several poems I wrote, so think of this asone piece. I’m going to sort of sing them, it’s almost a rap. Canyou believe that coming from me? Brandon will play theconga. Now as a poet, I have to write what I feel and see. My

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right, you're gonna be all right; you're gonna be all right ohyes you are....(Big applause, whistles and cat calls)

“Thank you, thank you. My last piece is called, "Say TheWords I Love You" It's another jazzy piece.”

When your life seems to be in trouble, and your head keepsspinning around. When you feel like you’re inside a bubble,but it won't lift off the ground. You can color your shadow withpastels, be like the radiant sun, jang with the jingle of sleighbells, and walk like you're having some fun.

You've got to pick up the beat in your rhythm, add just ameasure or two, you've got to pick up the beat in your rhythmand say the words I love you, you've got to say the words I loveyou, you've got to say it like you really do.

Now try to make yourself slicker, put a smile on that flowsthrough your eyes. Flash them and make the lights flicker, likethose summer evening fireflies.

You've got to pick up the beat in your rhythm, add just ameasure or two. You've got to pick up the beat in your rhythm,and say the words I love you, you've got to say the words I loveyou, you've got to say it like you really do.

Now look like you're someone that's special, don't you knowwho you are? Just take a good look in the mirror, 'cause you’rea perfect five-pointed star.

“NO”

STARK:

“The ladies showed their faces”

CINDY:

“NO; you know what they did; they turned the music backon!”

[Bob quickly replies]

BOB MULDOON:

“Well I guess that only proves that YOU CAN”T STOP THEMUSIC. Let’s call everyone and get back to the coffeehouse;what do you say?”

STARK:

“That’s a great idea; let’s do it!”

BOB MULDOON:

“Look its Tuesday; let’s shoot for next Monday.”

STARK:

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You’ve got to pick up the beat in your rhythm, add just ameasure or two, you've got to pick up the beat in your rhythm,and say the words I love you, you've got to say the words I loveyou, and say it like you really do; I love you.....

(Huge applause, Carl smiling walks to his seat)

BOB MULDOON:

“OK, now we have Flower, how about a nice hand for Flower”

[Flower like Carl has that air of peace about her, it’s a humbleconfidence]

FLOWER:

“I want you to know I really enjoy coming here. The variety isso refreshing”.

[Just then a woman boldly walks into the room, she is in herearly thirties, short cropped hair, she wears glasses. Shestands beside some tables]

Flower continues, I am going to recite one poem, it’s called“Sameness”.

[ Just then the woman who boldly walked in says]

ACT – 2

[A shade is up showing a small back yard studio.]

Narrator: "It’s a few months after September 11th. BobMuldoon is putting the best of the music that came from thecoffeehouse on to a finished tape, just as he said they would.He is in the studio with Stark, who is helping him. They arejust finishing up, when Bob’s wife Cindy comes bursting in.She’s almost out of breath."

CINDY: “Guess what just happened; they liberated Kabul, andguess what the first thing the people did there?”

BOB MULDOON:

“The men cut their beards off”.

“CINDY”

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WOMAN:

“Please tell us your name, where you’re from; and pleasespeak up.”

[Narrator: "People at the coffee house are in shock. This is thefirst time tolerance wasn’t observed".]

[Flower smiles]

Flower:

“Well, my name is Flower; and, that’s all you need to know.”

[Flower is smiling at the woman, perhaps remembering a timewhen she was where she was at.]

[The woman was indignant with this false confidence.]

[A tableau]

[The woman faces the real audience and recites this poem;she’s very loud about it] Woman:“In the middle of a dream where nothing is real, but the feel.You know what I mean. It’s on the big screen. Every night itplays. Tune in; what do you THINK? Isn’t it rather mixed UP!All that stuff. Like, stepping on bubble gum with your brandnew J.C. Penney shoes on…isn’t it. Who said pleasant dreams,happy dreams…sweet dreams? There more like echoes that

INTERMISSON

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bounce off a distant star; or, maybe a movie star! Come closer;now listen, THOUGHTS DON’T STOP, No matter what THEYsay. Better just get used to it. Because; NO one loves YOUanyway. Even when you’re DEAD. Did I just say THAT word,DA DA DEAD? THAT land, you know, like uh, Hersheykisses so neatly wrapped in foil that says, GUARANTEED toretain that same sweet taste for ever and ever; and ever. Ireally don’t think so, but what do I know about sweet familiartastes? My NEIGHBORS know, THEY know everything! Somaybe you can just ask THEM. But, if you do, remember this;is there such a thing as a Hershey kiss when you’re flyingthrough the air between buildings during rush hour trying tomake a safe landing, while everybody’s watching? Let meknow.”

[She returns with the others in tableau]

[Barista faces the real audience, says]

JACOB:

“Don’t know what will come tomorrow, be it joy, or be itsorrow. Don’t know what if need to borrow, be it sword, or be itlaurel. Only know what comes to follow, be it full, or be ithollow.”

[Things resume]

FLOWER:

[END OF FIRST ACT]

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“Sameness, I found you only twice, in my world that neverstays the same. And I’ve paid an awful price, for I know Icannot play the game.

Sameness where are you? 'Cause you’re feeling what I’mfeeling too. Like the lion and the lamb, I know that youunderstand.

Will we meet sometime soon? Without words to share themoon. Or stare within eyes, where lifetimes crystallize.

Sameness we both grew, and these words I say for you. I knowI can’t pretend, so I wait like you again.

You know how it feels, when night meets dawn. You know howit feels, when all resistance it is gone.

No cage will ever hold you, just air with lots of sky. Till onceagain that special moment, that waits for you and I.”

(Applause)

[Flower walking back to her seat says to the woman]

FLOWER:

“And what’s your name?”

“I’m tired of all the fixin, and the messin with the mixin,trying to improve the recipe. You see on closer introspection,I’ve been messin with perfection, and things don’t need tochange; it’s only me?

Oh no, things don’t need to change? Oh God things don’t needto change? What will I do if things don’t need to change, whenthe only thing that needs to change is me?

Now the reason for the friction, is I have this one addiction,that wants to change everything I see. But I’m tired of all thefixin and the messin with the mixin 'cause I can’t improve aperfect recipe.

[Whimsically she says this]

I took the caffeine out of coffee, the sugar out of ice cream, thespices out of pizza and some cheese. Then I went to regulatin,like smokin and spectatin; then almost passed a law; that saidno one could sneeze!

Oh no, things don’t need to change? Oh God, things don’t needto change? What will I do, if things don’t need to change?When the only thing that needs to change is me! “

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WOMAN:

“Sylvia”

FLOWER:

“That’s nice” [Flower smiles]

[Bob Muldoon goes to the mike; he’s a little perturbed]

BOB MULDOON:

“I think we better take a break”

[People are buzzing, this was a first. Stark walks over to Jacobthe coffee guru. Says]

STARK:

“What the hell do you think about that?”

JACOB:

“I had a vision back in 1995. I saw a Crow in mid air. Therewas a circle of mosquitoes around it so thick the Crow wasstopped in its flight. There also was another, a baby Crow, itwas off to the side on the ground in a nest, and a circle ofmosquitoes was around it as well. I thought, those mosquitoesare going to kill that Crow in mid air, but just as soon as I

[Then the spirit woman says to her]

“Please don’t interfere with the stars above, please don’tinterfere with the way that I love. Please don’t interfere withwhat I hold so tight, please don’t interfere with what you thinkis right.

If I could only say the words, words that you could hear. If Icould only make my feelings really really clear. Inside I havethis poetry and so much more that’s really me. If I could onlyfind the words so I could make you see.

Like a moon that shows itself in the very dark of night. Youknow the other half is there; just hasn’t any light. But there itwanes and waxes, for everyone’s delight, but when we interferewe keep it from our sight.

Please don’t interfere with the stars above, please don’tinterfere with the way that I love, the way that I love, the waythat I love.” Then she adds:” Sylvia, those who take on theworld raise themselves, while those who take on themselves;raise the world.”

[Spirit woman disappears and Sylvia has this instant catharsis.She gets up and walks towards the audience and says]

SYLVIA:

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thought that the mosquitoes disappeared and the Crow in midair was now a white lamb. So I knew this is how transformationwas going to happen, through irritation, until so muchirritation humbles us to finally, and willingly; give up controland give that control back to God. In fact I even wrote a poemabout it called ‘A Plan Coming Down” Would you like to hearit?”

STARK:

“Of course I would.”

JACOB:

“There’s a plan coming down so at least I have found, and attimes it’s so painful I just cry. There’s a change going on and Ihope it won’t last long, 'cause I feel if it does I’m going to die.

I’m trying to hang in but my skin is getting thin from the firethat is burning me inside. But I know I’m not alone, that’sbecause I have been shown, and it’s something to do with mypride. And it’s painful; 'cause there’s no place to hide.

I stumble and I fall and believe me that ain’t all, I kick andscream to let me have my way. But, I’ve also kissed the snowfor times it was no go, ‘cause I wouldn’t have the chance Ihave today.

I’ve seen mosquito’s circle crows so thick the mind it blows,

Narrator: "A shade goes up its Sylvia’s bedroom. She sleeps onthe floor. This is a carry over from her stay in a mentalinstitution she had been released from when first coming tothe coffeehouse. Sylvia dreaming has a spirit woman appear toher. The spirit woman says."

SPIRIT WOMAN:

“Woman, through your womb pyramids were built, empiresdestroyed towers that tilt. Through your womb rainbowsappear; chaos, confusion, reason and fear.

Through your womb waves they rise, tempests, droughts,changing skies. Through your womb the candle was born, theflax, the flicker, from flame it adorns.

Through your womb every war has been fought, winners andlosers, and peace that was sought. Through your womb newstars are found, new tears, new joys, new destinies bound.

Through your womb light was shed, over darkness death fromwounds that bled. Through your womb every gender must pass,every shade, every type, every size, every class.

Through your womb comes anger and hate, with love relentlesssealing their fate. Through your womb the magic and myth,illusion and beauty that all somehow fits; through, yourwomb.”

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and felt their irritation like my own. But, there was atransformation which seems this destination when I also saw aplace above I’d flown, and I knew that I would go there; it washome.”

STARK:

“You know, that really makes sense, thanks Jacob”.

[Dave Black the poet walks over to the three Indians sittingtogether]

DAVE BLACK:

“Can I sit with you for a minute? I have something I’ve beenwanting to ask you.”

[The chief motioned with his hand offering Dave a chair]

DAVE BLACK:

“I’ve been wondering about that pipe I see you smoking, Inotice you light it from the bottom, and I’ve never seenanything like that before.”

CHIEF RED EAGLE:

And I’m crying out loud crying out loud crying just as fast as Ican. I’m crying out loud crying out loud crying just forsomeplace to stand.

(Big hand)

[Dave sits down. Just then a tableau, Jacob the barista facesthe audience and says]

JACOB:

“This world is where the silvers left from all the tears that onehas wept. Inside the heart the gold is kept while thieves notknowing; on it slept.”

(Tableau ends)

BOB MULDOON:

“Well that’s it for tonight, be careful going home”

Narrator: "Once again months are going by, during that timeonly a few people are in attendance each Monday. BobMuldoon is gone, all the musicians; even the girl who firstbroke the code of tolerance. Once the audience was gone, sowas she. Jacob the barista hangs in as do a few poets."

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“In order for you to understand this pipe, I will have to tellyou a story about White Buffalo Calf Woman. Because she isthe sacred woman who brought our ancestors the very firstpipe. You see, back then, which, was a very long time ago, twoyoung hunters were out looking for game, when they saw thisbeautiful woman dressed in white buckskin. One had lustfulthoughts for her, while the other one knew her as a holywoman. She then waved the one with the lustful thoughts tocome to her. When he got to her, a cloud was to cover themboth, and when it lifted, the young man had been reduced tobones that lay on the ground with snakes running throughthem. She then told the other one to go back to his village andtell the chief to prepare a really large tipi to house everyone,because she had something special to give them.

When she came she had a bundle, when she opened it therewas a pipe inside. She instructed them on how to use it , andthat all their prayers would rise up in the smoke to be heardby Wagan Tanka, or God. She then told them that she wouldreturn again at the end of time, and to pass this story down.She said others would know of her return, because she wouldcome back as a White Buffalo that would change colorsseveral times. Which she demonstrated upon leaving thevillage. Well recently, two White Buffalo’s were born on acousin’s reservation in South Dakota.

Now a more recent cousin had a vision of White Buffalo CalfWoman, and soon after made this pipe, which as you noticedlights up from the bottom. Its meaning is to think a new

though he continued to live like the bourgeois. Ezra Poundrealized it in his final years with the knowledge he was amoron. Einstein, when envious of a plumbers life.

And so it is I finish “Thoughts manifesto”, and welcomeputting THIS Monster’s bones to rest.”

(Finished)

“This last piece, I’m actually going to sing. Its called “CryingOut Loud”

(Has an oompah beat)

I’m crying out loud, crying out loud, crying just as fast as Ican. I’m crying out loud, crying out loud, crying ‘cause I justcan’t understand.

Why we’re going so fast going so fast, going just as fast as wecan. So I’m crying out loud, crying out loud crying just forsomeplace to stand.

It’s like we’re trying to say don’t get in our way, cause we gotthese important things to do. So I’m crying out loud crying outloud crying out loud for me and you.

See the brakes are off some enjoying the thrill while otherssuffer and bleed. Don’t think it will stop till the bottom itdrops like tears awaken true needs.

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tion, that it’s not too late to turn ourselves around. It was alsorevealed to him the original intent of the story of those twohunters that first saw White Buffalo Calf Woman. What wasrevealed was this. First, there was only one hunter. The lustfulpart of him was only too eager to approach her, and the otherpart of him saw her for what she was, very sacred. But thatside was self-righteous. The snake represented wisdom, whichone day he would receive. So the lesson is this; every womanis a sacred woman, and when she waves you to come to her, itis important to do that, but go with patience and respect. Thenshe will receive you, for she is to be embraced, and thoughdesire in and of itself is not love, love has desire in it. Fornothing would exist, if it were not for the love of the one whostands above us all, and his desire for it to be. So with wisdomand understanding we will realize both extremes need to bebrought together.”

[When the Indian finishes telling the story to Dave, He adds]

CHIEF:

“The stem of the pipe reflects male energy, the bowl; female.When you put the two together, you create a spark. The sparkturns into a flame, and purifies what’s inside. Then when it isfreed in the smoke, there is a perfect balance of male andfemale energy never to be separated. Just thought you’d like tothink about that." [Chief laughs]

[As Dave starts to walk away, the woman with the chief (His

Or; another item on a crowded menu, to our shopping spreesfor those extra clothes, and of course the toys, none of whichwe really need. Just thoughts introduced and carried out bythe monster out of control.

Thoughts, one and the same, that took the corner market to thesupermarket, to the mega market. The diner to fast foodchains. It is the same collective obsessiveness shared by themegalomaniac, the rapist, the pariah, the law maker, the lawbreaker. It is the same energy, the same action, thoughtsconsuming the thinker.

Thoughts, reflections swimming through cartilage of bonecalled brain, like a chunk of coral that accepts the sea aroundit without challenge, swinging with each tide. It is the sameaction from thoughts that permeate sleep, devouring thesleeper with anger, hate, jealousy, envy, fear and the like.

It’s the ism, the next cause, the next franchise, the nextlibrary. It computes, salutes, and shoots. It’s the monster of theDalis, Picassos, we call it being prolific. But it’s the onehundredth song, the one hundredth book, the one hundredthchip, the one hundredth monkey.

Starting locally, it spreads regionally to nationally, till globally.It is a cancer, a fungus, a virus. Now it is spreading faster thana shadow when sweeping a landscape, as it does just before acloud blocks the sun. Neitche discovered it in Zarathustra,soon after which he went insane. T.S. Eliot in his Wasteland,

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sister) says]

CHIEFS SISTER:

“I think your job is to slay the monster.”

[Dave turns and says]

DAVE:

‘Who is this monster?”

CHIEFS SISTER:

“You are.” [She follows this with a laugh]

[Dave is dumb founded, walks back to his seat]

[Next, Two Feathers, says hi to the girl who never has time tostop]

TWO FEATHERS:

“HI”

GIRL:"I don’t have time to talk right now"

So don’t give me any rules that say conform, don’t tell me whatis right or what is wrong, I only need someplace where Ibelong, and then just maybe we might get along.

When I am left alone it all comes naturally, ‘cause everything Ido I know comes back to me. Don’t give me any rules, don’tgive me any rules, don’t give me any rules.”

“Next I have this Monster’s Manifesto. Awhile back, one of myIndian friends; back there, (Points a finger) said that my jobwas to slay the monster. When I asked who this monster wasthat I was supposed to slay. The chiefs sister White Owl said, Iwas that monster. So, I contemplated that and this is whatcame out. ‘The Monster’s Manifesto”

“Distance speaks through candles, a cluttered table, and theenvelope I write on. Today I saw it in vacant eyes; tonight, themoon, appearing at the end of clouds that funneled.

A night without wind, smell, or sound. Just distance. Deathseems friendlier; closer, closer than this hand that just rubbedits forehead, or the smoke sucked from my pipe, or the legcrossed over the other; like my back hunched, or this heart Icannot feel beating. Hell must be this place, this distant place,where thoughts don’t stop.

Thoughts, one and the same, the same one that drives us,drives us to add another room to an already over sized house.

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[Two Feathers chuckles, says to his friends]

TWO FEATHERS:

“These poor white people, their time is so important to them.It reminds me of this white man, when he asked if I had everbeen to the area where he lived. When I said I had, he thenasked me how long it took to get to the reservation from there.I said I don’t know that. This annoyed him. What do you meanyou don’t know he says. I say, well when we leave we just go,when we get there we just do. Ha Ha; I think I saw a light goon inside him. Ha Ha.”

[Just then Two Feathers has this quick thought. Sees eachperson in the coffeehouse coming up to them asking a coupleof questions. They have formed a line and one by one walk upand quickly ask their question, then stand aside waiting for areply.]

[TWO FEATHERS thinks]

“Ever since the white man first stepped on to this soil, he hasalways asked them how to do this and how to do that, and stillthis how continues to this day.”

[Conga drum plays a fast beat , first person walks up to theIndians who are now standing near the real audience]

[First person] [This is done very quickly]

Narrator: "Carl takes his seat. Flower walks over to him andsits on the floor beside his chair. She tells him later it was herway of making her claim on him, much like the way her sheepwill do that she raises."

BOB MULDOON:

“Next we have Dave Black” (Applause)

DAVE BLACK:

“I want to read three pieces to you. The first is because ofwhat I see happening here, and personally; I don’t likesuppression of any kind. So, Don’t Give Me Any Rules”.

“Don’t give me any rules that say conform. It only makes forwaves like in a storm. Don’t tell me what is right or what iswrong, just let me have some space where I belong.

No rules will ever teach me how to see, because those answersare inside of me. And if I am ever to be free, I need to havethat place where I can be.

I’ve watched a thistle flower and spread her wings, I’ve alsocome across the bee that stings, yet known the joy that onlylaughter brings, when finding pleasure in the simple things.

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“How do you plant the corn? How do you fish the streams?”

[Next person]

“How do you ride your horse? How do you stitch your seams?”

[Next person]

“How do you reach the stars? How do you travel so far?”

[Next person]

“How do you know these things? How do you get your wings?”

[The three Indians answer while doing the Macarana. They dothis every time they answer. Those asking the questions thenmimic the dance.]

INDIANS:

“How? It’s a pow wow, we listen now, then do the how how howhow.”

[Next person]

“How do you sow your seeds? How do you fill your needs?”

[Next person]

follows right away like a thief who had to shout.

And so it is that I will rest with love its words now sown, andwrap this moment 'round my chest, for passion is; the poem.”

“This next poem, perhaps you might like to give to the onewho stirs you.”

[Again glancing over at Flower]

“Your presence does to thee provoke sensations seldom tried.When trembling must you see whenever I am by your side.And like that mist when morning’s light touches what makesdawn, I hope it falls upon the heart where memory waits thesong. And if these words like flowers speak with scents ofJasmine pure, then let its fragrance touch that place wheremist and light endure. And though this day like night willkeep and life will have its way, I know I’ll tremble in its wakeas did just yesterday. For all it takes is wind of rush itsessence carried with, the thought of you and nothing morewhen night again is lit; with love.”

“And last.”

“Love is all I have, no more, no more. Love is all I have, nomore. But if it's love that you want, love you're looking for; Iwon't keep what I have, no more; no more.”

“Thank you.” (Applause)

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“How do you string your beads? How do you stop whatbleeds?”

[Next person]“How do you sing your song? How do you stay so strong?”

[Next person]

“How do you let it be? How do you live so free”

INDIANS:

“How, It’s a pow wow, we listen now, then do the how how howhow.”

[Next person]

“How do you give your heart? How do you even start?”

[Next person]

“How do you fix your stare? How do you see what’s there?”

[Next person]

“”How do you paint with life? How do you feel its worth? Howdo you plant the corn? How do you love this earth?

ing through.

I've looked upon the rich red rose, and the lilies tender skin.But I've never seen a face like yours, no matter where I'vebeen.

I could stare at your face for a lifetime, with my back turned tothe sea. I could stare at your face for a lifetime, because yourface is so beautiful to me.”

(End of poem)

“Someone asked me what passion was and this is what came tome. It's called "Passion?"

“Today I fell in love with you and my heart was given wings. Iknow because I flew so high I met the God who sings.Below I saw a quiet lake untouched by man's disgrace. A lakeso pure the moon was moved to light upon its face

I thank you for the feelings that passion has to give, to thosewho take a chance for love, and what it means to live.

And I thank you for that moment for the joy that found its way,between what suffers in the dark; even though it's day.

For it is likened to a fire just after it goes out, and laughter

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INDIANS:

“How? It’s a pow wow, we listen now, then do the how how howhow.”

[Next person]

”How do you heal the sick? How do you make it stick?

[Next person]

‘How do you face the sun? How do you know you’re one?

[Next person]

“How do you deal with doubt? How do you go without?” Howdo you rise up high? How do you touch the sky?”

INDIANS:

“How? It’s a pow wow, we listen now, then do the how how howhow.

How? It’s a pow wow, we listen now, then do the how how howhow.How? It’s a pow wow, we listen now, then do the how how howhow.

How? It’s a pow wow, we listen now, then do the how how how

[Carl glances in Flower's direction and begins]

"This first one is called, "So Would I".

“If the moon had wings it would leave the sky, to come herebelow to be by your side; so would I.

If trees could walk I know that they would, to be closer to you;that is if they could; so would I.

And if rivers and streams backwards could flow, the oceanwould follow letting you know; so would I.

And if birds could talk in our on tongue, they would say to youthat you are the one; so I try.

And our sun and stars and planets above would shape intohearts beating with love, and if could change as truly should,to what can be instead of could, you would fly; and so, would;I”.

(Next poem)

“I could stare at your face for a lifetime, with my back turnedto the sea. I could stare at your face for a lifetime, becauseyour face is so beautiful to me.

I've seen the blue bird lift its wing, the sun kiss the dew. I'vewatched as night stood helplessly, when the moon came

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pass

how.

[All those who asked the questions join in and mimic ]

[Two Feather's ends his thought, he has a big smile on hisface.]

CHIEF RED EAGLE;

"What is that smile all about"

TWO FEATHER'S:

"Oh nothing, hee hee."

[MC opens it back up]

BOB MULDOON:

“I think I'm going to sing another song I wrote; it's called"Simple Lives The Bird"

[Slow beat]

An old man once had told me, and his eyes they seemed toknow. If you want to have some peace of mind, keep it simpleas you go. Then he said, here's a poem, keep it by your side.And if you want your freedom, in these words you must abide.

"The chord to the P.A needs some adjusting, should only takea few minutes, be right back."

[With that Carl walks over to Flower and says]

CARL:

“No chance it is that we should meet, yet never known forsure. Your face, your hair, those smiling eyes, I've seen themall before. No doubt it was another time, predestined by ourfate. I know it now for seeing you, there could be no mistake.You've touched the deep, some call it soul, I've known it as avoid. Yes you somehow a part of me, it's you that I've adored.Oh yes my fair, I know you well, and heaven isn't far. Whenall I do is close my eyes, and there again you are.”

[Flower gives him an understanding smile. Both are glowing.]

BOB MULDOON:

"OK, that's fixed. Next we have Carl, let's hear it for Carl."(Applause)

Carl:

"Tonight is a special night, and what I have are four poemsthat reflect that."

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Simple lives the bird, master of the sky, barely flaps a wing,holds the record high. Simple lives the bird, master of the sky,doing what comes naturally, naturally to fly.

I had a lot of wood to burn, I was thicker than a fur, ‘causewhat the old man told me, was nothing but a blur. I was taughtto lie cheat and steel, and to cover up my sins, and nothingreally mattered, except that I must win.

Simple lives the bird, master of the sky, barely flaps a wing,holds the record high. Simple lives the bird, master of the sky,doing what comes naturally, naturally to fly.

I lived to work , not worked to live , with nothing more toshow, I guess I forgot what the old man said, keep it simple asyou go. I'm working so much less now, enjoying it so muchmore, I got rid of all the useless strife, I truly did endure. AndI really just don't give a damn if I'm a loner or I'm poor, theold man's poem changed my life, and this is what I'm strivingfor.

Simple lives the bird, master of the sky, barely flaps a wing,holds the record high. Simple lives the bird, master of the sky,doing what comes naturally, naturally to fly.

(Applause)

Thank you and that's it for tonight, so thanks for coming, and

Do we really have to know wo wo wo wo, do we really have toknow. Do we really have to know wo wo wo wo, do we reallyhave to know. Do we really have to know wo wo wo wo, do wereally have to know, do we really have to know, do we reallyhave to know.

Do we really have to know why some fish swim upstream. Dowe really have to know what they do if you know what I mean.Do we really have to know every little thing or can we let it golike some offering, do we really have to know do we reallyhave to know do we really have to know.

Do we really have to know why the moon circles in the sky. Dowe really have to know how those tears come to cry. Do wereally have to know how it all began like those things we cannever understand, do we really have to know do we really haveto know do we really have to know.

Do we really have to know wo wo wo wo do we really have toknow. Do we really have to know wo wo wo wo do we reallyhave to know. Do we really have to know wo wo wo wo do wereally have to know, do we really have to know, do we reallyhave to know. Do we really have to know, do we really; have;to know.

(Applause, from what is left of the crowd)

BOB MULDOON:

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see you next week."

Narrator: "The shade with Marilyn Monroe's picture on it goesup. The scene is Flower's porch. Flower has a day dream, seesherself singing a song she wrote called "Fairies Dancing". Sheis at the coffeehouse, a tree has been erected in the middle ofthe floor and Fairies dance around it while she sings."

FLOWER:

In the evening when the moon comes up from behind thesycamores, and the fairies dance, just above the fields, to thesounds of the outdoors. You can see them twirl and spinaround, as they gladly take encores, in the evening when themoon comes up from behind the sycamores.

Fairies dance twirl and spin, circling 'round the trees, fairiesdance with their kin, an evening summer breeze. You can seethem there if you look real hard, with a heart that's reallypure, in the evening when the moon comes up from behind thesycamores.

The moon, the stars, the nighttime shades, the peepers in thewoods. The smell of flowers that kiss the air, from dreamsunder their hoods. Fairies dance, twirl and spin, having donetheir daily chores, in the evening when the moon comes upfrom behind the sycamores.

Narrator: "When the fairies leave after dancing , a circle ofmushrooms pop up around the tree. It is called a fairies ring ,a sure sign of their presence."

Narrator: "Again months pass. A lot has happened sinceSylvia broke the code of tolerance. Many others who had beenholding back started adding their two cents. Half the usualcrowd is gone. Bob opens, skipping his usual introduction,Bob irritated says."

BOB MULDOON:

"OK, there is no more smoking, and no passing of the hat,which really doesn't matter because no one put anything into itanyway. OK, Brandon."

BRANDON:

"Onetime I was sitting and watching some pigeons landing onthe roof of a building, someone then asked me where dopigeons go when they die. Anyway, that remark inspired thissong. It's called, "Do We Really Have To Know"

[With his conga drum he starts his Jamaican beat.]Do we really have to know where birds go when they die. Dowe really have to know how those birds got to fly. Do we reallyhave to know, every little thing between you and I. Do wereally have to know where love goes when it says goodbye.

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