Kevin and Cousin Virginia’s new alter The Byrds turn turn turn

 

Lyrics The Byrds Turn, Turn, Turn, there is a season

After I left Cousin’s Virginia’s Apartment,

I returned home with her things

 

To everything
Turn, turn, turn
There is a season
Turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

I told you before of the things I found.

Now let me be honest,

Virginia was Africa

And it’s magic

Long before it was a travel location

Or even halfway free.

She traveled to Jamaica and Haiti.

Long before they were either safe.

Or free, she

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

Was a wand witch

And gave me black stones

Back in 1979 or so

She was a wiccan

Long before

Charmed

Anyway so I came home

With her bag of magic……..

That I won’t look in

I am giving it to my daughter

I found

This animal foot and crosses

And things

And they all felt so good

Because she was good

I went out front

And found the fireplace

That I used in the show

Close to the edge

I brought it upstairs

Just to get it out of the way

I stripped the walls in my hangout

My art place

And attached the fireplace

I took Virginias stuff and made a attar

Used her power as she would have meant it to be

And then I lit and candle

For my Cousin

She is still alive

In a nursing home

93

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

Her mind was mostly fine

Mostly

But the body was feeble

As she wanted was to die at home

She got to this place

Where her life would end

The way others wanted it to

Instead of the way she planned

And when they told her she couldn’t leave

When a nurse pushed her down

She punched her

Sorry got to laugh here

And now they medicated her

So she Is out of it

but is

A time of love, a time of hate
a time of war, a time of peace
a time you may embrace
a time to refrain from embracing
is out of it

But too was planned

She didn’t want to be there

Couldn’t get out

So she will escape as I would too

Into her head

And her dreams

And into the span of her control

To ev'rything
Turn, turn, turn
There is a season
Turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

So I made this altar

Not one for any one religion

So to speak

Although I won’t do any thing

Without my Jesus

I am nodding to cousin

Virginia

Sending her a hello

Trying to make amends

And see her if just for a short while

Yes she is still alive

But some [place else

And this cool

I understand

And admire her for it

So she is

In the place where we all will one day go

She is back in her beloved Africa

Just waiting

So now

I lit the candle

And keep on building this thing

This altar

I have destroyed my room, it looks like……..

But it’s still growing

This thing

And the walls

Will heal

Along with the rest of us

Ill keep adding things

Onto this thing

In my room

Until we speak

This cousin of mine

I mean this woman

Brought land in upstate New York

In the 1960’s

Long before the trendy folks decided

It wasn’t too far.

She wore tiger skins and a fez

And cackled like a witch

Long before the wizard of Oz

Or any silly peter sellers movie

And she and wore hoop earrings

And a short afro

Long before Brenda Sikes

Or Pam grier

To ev'rything
Turn, turn, turn
There is a season
Turn, turn, turn

A time to gather stones together

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