The Words and Poems from THE SHOW!
The following is the narration and the poetry that provide the 'spoken context' for the musical numbers 
in The Show!   Unless otherwise noted, the words and poems were written by Theo Edmonds and 
are part of his 'Rebel Prophet' series of writings on which the story for The Show is based.
 
OPENING SCENE
How strange I find my moments to be in the past few days, weeks, years,
lifetimes. Not strange in the unfamiliar sense…. Just strange in a way that 
says to me ‘hold still for one second and you will not be heading THAT way!  
You need to Hold Still.  Just listen to the ancient light inside your spirit that 
is telling you  – that is BEGGING YOU – to just hold still. 
 
There are others who are attached forever to your destiny at this moment.
For them… hold still. 
 
I still remember my most peaceful morning and the pause I took to know 
its peace. Eyes newly opening, light rising from the window stretching across 
to touch my hand with its warmth.  It’s the light I saw just before I could 
actually feel the kind warmth of the sun.  There I was.  Just waiting in peace 
for that warm touch. Gazing and holding still to feel the sun take my hand. 
Without raucous or reason, waiting, holding still. There are others who are 
attached forever to my destiny. For them, I need to hold still.  Just still. 
 
I find though that I am fighting with all of my stubborn nature against what 
was effortless that most peaceful morning -  I do not want to hold still. I don’t 
want to move either. Sometimes I don’t know what I want or who I am. 
 
It’s been said that we are all, if we choose to accept the adventure, on a 
hero’s journey here on earth.  It’s Homer’s Odyssey.  It’s Huck Finn.  It’s 
Buddha. It’s Jesus.   It’s you.  It’s me.  It’s our responsibility to each other 
to make the choice to accept our own hero’s journey whatever that  journey 
might be.  This is the story of one hero’s journey – it is THE SERIOUS 
CALLING OF AN OPTIMISTIC REBEL PROPHET and the Supreme 
Heaviosities of the Universe that our hero encountered and embraced 
along the way.  What you are about to witness is a little of his soul.
 
Scene 1
Curiosity - Supreme Heaviosity No. 1
 
Rebels will let go of the HOW.
Rebels choose to release all preconceptions of how a dream unfolds.  Rebel's
focus on the “choice.”  It has been said that a snowflake never blames itself for 
an avalanche.  After all, it is the weak collective layers of snow and ice that 
create the opportunity for disaster. So, choosing where it will land is never a 
concern to a snowflake.  The choice is whether or not it will fall to earth at all. 
The choice is whether it will fall as nourishing drop of rain or as a unique structure 
of beauty. 
 
When we use our logical minds to try to “fix” things or to determine what our 
course of action should be, we can get lost in the “choosing”.   The result of which,  
just like in the case where a snowflake falls and where an avalanche occurs,  
is so dependent on so many other factors … and is so dependent on the 
“choosings” of others, that our choosing becomes of no particular significance. 
 
Be significant. Make choices in life – don’t let the choosing become the goal.

 

This poem written by Collin Watkins

You bought an axe at a downtown pawn

Turned 18, man you were gone

Built a name in the local bars

Climbed the ladder of shooting stars

 

Along the way you learned your trade

Signed your name, and deals were made

You stayed the course and paid your dues

Now everybody owns a piece of you

Bow down.  Bow down

 

Wide eyed groupies and shiny cars

All night parties and movie stars

A little something for the head

Sweet willing strangers in you bed

Bow down.  Bow down.

 

If there’s a portrait of your soul

Its burning out of control

Bow down before the mirror breaks

 

Money sex, power and glory

Fame and fortune and territory

All the trappings of this world too

Take it all before it takes you

Bow down.  Bow down.

 

If there’s a window in your soul

It’s pains are black as coal

Bow down before the mirror breaks

 

Bow down 

 
Scene 2
Truth - Supreme Heaviosity No. 2
 
Rebels know that making the choice to release judgment is to find truth.
In life, most all of us are wanting to be what we have been told we should be. 
However, did you ever stop to question if what you were told you should be, or 
even worse what you are living, is your true self? Did you ever try testing the 
“handed out truth about you”? 
 
Did you ever try finding the truth on your own terms?  Do you use your own true 
definitions or are they ones that were given to you by someone else? Be certain 
to test the metal of the evolving “truth” of  YOU.  Does that metal bind the real 
you? Does that metal help you to build a bridge to others? Does that metal cage 
you or protect you? Do not be afraid to test the metal of truth. 
Metal sometimes does bend.
 

This poem written by Katya Klemer.

Baby,

I’m a dry man

 

Dry like a drum

Dry like a forgotten tree

Dry like a sand dune

Dry like a severed root

Dry like a portable heater

Dry like my own skin

 

Baby,

Just add water

 

Water from your apple

(that apple on your nightstand)

Water from your eyes

(the eyes that look at me)

Water from your tongue

(the words you say to me)

Water from your shower

 

Baby,

Just add water

To me

 
Scene 3
Courage - Supreme Heaviosity No. 3
 
Rebels embrace mystery as magnificent.
Mystery novels are consistently some of the best selling books.   Why is this?  I 
think that one reason  we love mystery is because it is... mysterious.  A mystery 
s not to be feared. A mystery has freedom unlike any other type of story.  Mystery 
is magnificent. We like mystery stories so much when we read them because we 
feel confident that one day, that at the end of the story, that when all is said and 
done... everything will be ok, safe and as it should be.  The mystery, however, is 
never revealed until we are at the end of the book.  Without knowing what 
tomorrow might hold, be confident that you can enter tomorrow like turning a page.
 
Only when that page gets turned will you get closer to everything being as it 
should be.  Being safe.  Being ok.  Do not fear the mystery of your life.  Turn the 
page. Enter tomorrow. Follow the mystery of life knowing that everything will be 
ok in the end. And, the more pages you turn, the closer you will be to solving 
the mystery.

 

we come like water
we go like wind
among the people
among pretend

to be inside lovely
to be intwined
water and wind
both twist and grind

they both are a love song
in soft need of a friend
we come like water
we go like wind

 
Scene 4
Love - Supreme Heaviosity No. 4
 
Rebels choose to awaken and dream!
I am the bakers son, the butchers boy and all the candle makers wicks - waiting 
to be lit up and burn hot.  I am real, I am a man, a son, an artist a warrior, a loyal 
friend that will always speak the truth to you, a spiritual student and guide and a 
solitary person at times. 
 
I will speak truth.  I am the expression of limitlessness and will change everything. 
 
I am awakening into a “hero journey.” As others traveling the journey have helped 
me to move forward and out of mid-step, now it is time for me to help fellow 
travelers… emerging heroes… the waking wounded… to find their Rebel Hero 
inside. 
 
If you will allow yourself to recognize love, you will come to realize that you are the
light that you seek.  Know that I am you and you are me. Awake to your potential 
and live the hero that You Are.  Awaken. Speak as Love.

 

You are a privilege. You are a sacred journey.
Left broken and poured into hand and cup.
Faithful still you reach back to me.
Oh the sweet memory of you.
You await me there.
You - my first identity.

 
Scene 5
Purpose - Supreme Heaviosity No. 5
 
Rebels know limitlessness and the purpose of joy.
Believe there can be all the things that cause joy in your life.  The kind of joy that
isn’t at the cost to yourself or to another.  If you do this, if you believe in joy,  
you will find others who are believers too.  
 
Because there is so much misery and pain in the world these days, we often 
accept those things into our own lives.  Why do we do this?  It could be because it makes 
us more like everyone else... part of a collective.  It could be because we are 
scared to be lonely even if it is lonesome joyful.  We retreat everyday from joy to 
the cold comfort of a collective nothing only to find that in this crowded place we 
are even more fearful, we are even more lost, we are even further from that which 
is joy.   We convince our self that it is for a good reason.  Nothing is a good 
reason for allowing yourself to be limited by the misery of others who are without 
joy. 
 
Stop accepting reasons inside crowded loneliness.  Believe with your whole spirit 
that you are worthy of a joy filled life.
 
Theo and Collin Deatherage wrote this poem together
I heard the sea wave crash - And I sat abashed
I've been lead into a warm dark room
I heard my fingers bend - And the nights soft end
I even smiled when my sight went blue
Then from blue to black - The sea crashed back
Singing its siren tune
So I followed that song out to sea
Hoping morning would be here soon



I said hey - today
Is there anybody else in the room
I swear - somedays
I hear the crackle of the moon
But I can't find - my way
The light seems so out of tune
So I stay - down here
Down in this cold dark tomb
I said hey - today
Is there anybody else in the room
But me...
 
Scene 6
Spiritual Reunion - Supreme Heaviosity No. 6
 
Rebels remember.

What does "home" mean?  It means the place where we felt like anything was

possible in life.  It means remembering how it feels to think as a child before

the world aggressively places its definitions and limitations upon us. It means

believing that we are able to accomplish a purposeful existence that is filled

with love, curiosity, truth, courage... home is the place where you are allowed to

be a child in discovery of your true self... a rebel in the most ancient sense of

the word … just look at children... they still do it every day and

in every way.

 

Home means a place where you are able to:

 

HOME means that you can remember a time when ANYTHING was possible and …

by remembering… connect with the hope that, one day... maybe even today...

you will be HOME again.

 

This poem written by Katya Klemer.

There are things

I want to write home about

How I’ve changed

and what I resemble

at certain moments

when the lighting

is just right

 

And what I pray

for

to

about

despite

 

What I never talk about

What I grow in my garden

What I carry with me

What I sold

since I left home

What I bought with the money

 

There are things

I want to write home about –

Give instructions to my mother

on how to recognize me

if she sees me walking on the street

or if I stop her to ask for directions

 

FINALE

They say… and believe me THEY say a lot of things… that the first step is always 
the hardest. Bullshit! It’s midstep that is the hardest. It’s pulling that second foot 
along with you that creates the havoc in life.  This journey’s hero knows from 
experience.  
 
There are six things which are referred to by some people as life lessons or 
universal truths… In our hero’s  journey,  they are called Supreme Heaviosities.
 
1.       Truth, 
2.       Curiosity, 
3.       Purpose, 
4.       Courage, 
5.       Love, and 
6.       Spiritual Reunion
 
If a hero can embrace these six lessons, a hero will earn their valuable gift... 
freedom.  Put simply, Supreme Heaviosities are those things that, when 
you do embrace them, will move you through those moments of “midstep” 
in life.  Those moments when yourfeet are not placed square and sure. 
Those moments when the smallest wind can blow you right down to the ground.  
 
But…if you surrender to the knowledge that is found within these six things… 
then even in the middle of life’s storms, you will find yourself graced by the 
peace found in those quiet moments between thunder.
 
Where lambs lead into laughter,
Is a place just beyond that small hill
It is rest at peace, and, peace is resting there
Peace of the kind that leaves solid - fit - our shaking nervous human will.
 
Starving are the skylights that beam bright red and hot
Carving through the ice blue are cascading clouds, dreams in blue.
In morning, my eyes see the daybreak
And in those knocks in the night,  I find waking a hero
I find a friend..
To begin – I hold up a quiet passion.
To lead – I rely upon my epic reach for creative learning.
To invite – I show and flirt with whimsical erotic touch.
I open myself and pray in the midst of that light you see…
The light that is there just before you feel the warmth of the sun ,
It’s a blessed peaceful morning,
It’s Finding the majic in the morning dew.
It’s cascading clouds and dreams painted blue.
 
ROAR goes my soul.
From nowhere and everywhere - clawing and chewing
My hungered spirit begins to prowl now
I am one of the waking wounded
From the battlegrounds fits and fights
We lean to each other - in our leaning to ways
We talk of marvelous armor clad scenes
We tell the secrets the years haven’t seen.
In their telling we sound reminiscent - painfully and proudly, 
There was  grace given in weakness – and -  it  led us 
Led us out from that staggering season of mean.
Waking am I - wounded – but waking
Waking to the Teacher's tough tallness
Waking to the telling tick tocking of the clock - tick tock - tick tock – 
Ticking and tocking goes all the pendulous rocking
And here I find myself waking back into light,
Having come through many battles and battlegrounds, 
At times I was nothing more a heathen hollering,
At times I was a hero… a hero who stood his ground 
Stood his ground - when he was forced to the fight.

 

But now… the past has passed… I am here at last
Here…where I have moved over life’s confusing hard riddles
Here… where have moved ahead of ALL reasons now and for ever remaining
Here… Today...I am learning to be still
Here… Today... I rest in the sun
That torrid night passage gave way to this morning
And that mysterious morning light - without my helping hand -
That morning light took hold and it led me to quiet
The mysterious morning light,
It’s the light that you see there 
Just before you actually feel the kind warmth of the sun.
You see a prism,
You see a fractal, 
You see light take your hand,
Then inside the light
You clearly see
A childish boy… emerge… a man.

 

ENCORE

I give thanks for the TITANS of my soul
I lift up praise for the FURIES of my heart
Where great commands pour forth
There is tremendous work that must be done

These tremors of infinity
These lasting moments that have no beginning
NOW... is endless time
NOW... is tomorrow stretched back
NOW... is yesterday remembered

Give to no one sweetness that is not ransomed
Give to no one grandeur that is not found simply
To all give freely - light without vanity
To all give freely - love without condition

I give thanks for the TITANS of my soul
I lift up praise for the FURIES of my heart
Where great commands pour forth
There is tremendous work that must be done

This is where I go now,
Now that morning's light has come.