Mar 29, 2009

Dead Head




And if one day you wake

from the boredom of yourself,

and find it was a big mistake,

the blandness where you dwelt.

Then come with me, open up,

give yourself some freedom,

you have a chance now, run.

Now that you can see them,

hung up on the misery,

of what their life's become,

if you can see what i see,

you won't wonder why i run.

Sitting on their little piles,

wrapping themselves in fright,

afraid of even showing smiles,

frightened of the night.

If you awake and look all around you,

and you see how they take,

knew that it was not true.

The things they believe,

will make their lives happy,

and then they grieve,

for what they do not see.

So i dash quicker,

from their deadly disease,

or i may get the sickness,

that's conquered their dreams.

If you run with me,

away from their greed,

then, my friend you'll see,

what it means to be free.

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Mar 27, 2009

Questions




Do you see the fire, do you?
Burning white hot,
do you see the real truth,
or hide in lies.
Look inside for answers to
Who am i? Why am i here?
Where am i going to?
Look inside deeper and remember,
you know the answers as well as i,
have always known.
Accept and love yourself,
for who you are is unique.
You are here to learn love,
and there by be God.


You, i, we, are all going towards
a goal of peace, of joy, love,
and understanding.
These are my answers now,
the more truth i learn,
the more love i feel,
the closer i'm growing to me,
the stronger i become.
Tell yourself i can't, and you can't.
You are free.
You can do what you want to do.
Bodies have limits, souls do not.
No limit to you.
Where are you going?
Who are you?
Why are you here?
Watch the answers change.


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Mar 25, 2009

Sleep, The Enemy I Crave




We fight our constant battle,
as i drift into disturbed fit full
dreams that mock my
memories and fears.
Coughing in the sick,
grey dawn and the horror,
ah, the horror of knowing
i'm one day closer to death.
The dream inside the dream,
and mysteries whispered in
the still morning hours,
when the sky is blackest.
When the ancient ghosts
taunt my soul, remember!
Sullen, soggy clouds echo
my swollen, wandering mind,
and the stench of fear,
washing over my thoughts.
Wave after wave of
the same old weird trip.
Knowing there's no home,
nothing to go back to.
Too many doorways know
the memory of my shadow.
Each one of them keeps a
little piece of me .
When i've turned my back,
gone, gone away, away.
Misery, old bones where
my marrow used to be,
he leeches my strength,
and i start to lose,
all i thought i had won.
So i toss and turn in
the stinging awareness
that it was all a lie, a lie.
No remorse, no relenting.
Turn too many corners,
and soon you are lost.


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Elemental Tao



In the dog days of August,
your love is a gentle breeze,
softly whispering my name,
gently caressing the trees.

Our love is elemental,
it can never die.
Our love's so sentimental,
sparkling in your eyes.
Air and Fire, soothing heat,
spheres of life and light.
Earth and Water, cleansing me.
I see now with new sight.

In the chilling freeze of winter,
your love is burning flame,
warming me but doesn't scorch.
Torrid heat that's barely tame.

Our love is elemental,
it can never end.
Our love is sentimental,
a beauty none could rend.
Air and Fire, soothing heat,
showing me the light.
Water and Earth nurturing me,
holding me all night.

In the raining months of growth,
your love, it springs to life,
flowing like a melt off stream,
singing while you hold me tight.

Our love is elemental,
it can never die.
Our loves so sentimental,
burning in your eyes.
Air and Fire, burning warm,
yin and yang unite.
Earth and Water together blend,
the only way that's right.

In the painted days, October,
love that's solid, rich as earth,
showing new colors of joy each day.
Colors of delight and mirth.

Earth and Water, Fire and Wind,
our love can never die.
Yin and Yang, Light and Dark,
our love is ever right.
Like the seasons changing,
change will always be.
Summer, Spring, Winter, Fall,
all bring me nearer to thee.


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My Love



Come dance with me dear one,

we'll go to the stars.

Yes, dance with me, lover,

and make the night ours.

Travel with me sweet one,

let's go get lost.

Run with me wild child,

on waves we'll be tossed.

Kiss my lips, dear one,

show me your light.

Yes, again, kiss me, my sweet,

make it all right.

Come dance with me, my love,

rock me till dawn.

Yes dance with me, lover,

until night is gone.

Talk to me sweetheart,

tell me your dreams.

Share with me, loved one,

all you have seen.

Come away with me soul mate,

we'll explore the world.

So much a lady, you're my heart.

Come dance with me, dear one,

we'll go to the stars.

Yes, dance with me, lover,

and make the night ours.

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We Haven't Met



In dreams, i know a thousand souls,

most of whom are strangers,

in real time, we haven't met,

and yet, i know you, interact with

the dream and you in multiple landscapes,

that are strange to me.

Perhaps it is unpleasant, this dream,

we share, but in it, i know you.

Friend and foe, lover or enemy,

in real time, we haven't met,

but dreaming, we weep together,

and sometimes fight or not.

Sometimes, the strangers are cruel,

yet, i know these leering, murderous faces,

as i know myself to be alive.

In the dream, the strangers burn me,

stone me, hang me, taunt me.

Sometimes, we are on stage,

the stranger and i, but it is the wrong play,

wrong lines, wrong costume,

everything is wrong, yet i know

just who you are and how we relate,

and yet......

in real time, we haven't met.


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Bizarre Dreams



When i explore the alleyways of my thoughts,
oft times i turn the corners and find,
things that come quite unexpectedly,
from a hundred tinkling crystal prisms,
glowing rainbows in a thousand directions.
To worm infected corpses rotting, reeking,
reaching to embrace me with a kiss of death.
A witch on her burning pyre, alive briefly,
her eyes burning into mine, brighter than
the fire that consumes her innocence.
Jim's butterflies and zebras, his dreams
infecting me with visions of his imagery.
A wizard in a pentacle, unexpectedly called
into this far stranger world of dreams.
He talks of griffins and dragons,
tells me tales to entertain, incanting
madly all the while to escape his momentary
prison in a pentagram, not knowing it
was a spell of his own that bound him.
An all seeing eye peers upon me,
unblinking and passive, retaining all
the magic encountered on these roads,
woven like a spiders web in my mind.
Aslan the jungle king, lion supreme,
his strength runs through me, a spring,
flowing with love and power, the master
of Narnia, he makes life of death.
Slitted yellow eyes of a demon, evil
made flesh, this creeping horror.
Foul stench of burning bodies, reeking death,
he comes to belch forth his terror,
screaming with ecstasy, he tortures
my over burdened soul with taunts of
lost chances and broken dreams.
The phoenix soaring to her bed of fire,
that consumes all of what she was,
her golden egg all that remains.
Cracks appear, and her only child,
her reproduction, rises from her smoking coals,
screaming with an orphans anger.
The clouds, they live and speak to me,
booming their billowous secrets that
puff away like so much smoke.
Vines overgrow a temple of the sun,
gripping the mock like a falling man.
Souls that have died here uncounted,
their still pumping hearts held in
bloody glory by an unwashed priest,
caked in the gore of sacrificial rites.
A bonfire burns in a frozen moor.
Stone in an outer ring, circling this
pre-celtic ring of elders that chant
their wisdom gleaned from the gods.
This world in my mind is ever changing.
I never know what to expect next,
traveling on these roads, one must be wary,
for those dreams, those spirits that call me,
sometimes they bite. Others heal me,
protect and guide me, comfort in despair,
a cool drink in the burning fires of hell.
A dream i dream this nite, one i do not recall,
though i strain to remember.
And so i pass it by, for i have another,
thousand alleyways that need exploring,
that beckon my mind with mystery.


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Death Dreams



At night, i have death dreams that come in

the early morning hours and wake me,

and will not let me go back to sleep again.

Sometimes i drown, but never in the sea,

in lakes or ponds, jail cell toilets,

but never in the sea.

Burned alive on a ship at sea,

but never drowned in it.

Also burned alive at the stake in a bed,

falling into a burning pit, boiled in oil.

Steam explosions turn flesh to liquid,

nuclear war and death from radiation.

The death dreams are never the same,

in fact every one is different.

Sometimes the tortures use burning

coals, iron maidens or put bolts and

spikes through all parts of me or

molten lead in my ears or mouth.

But no matter what, when the pain

is unbearable and i must die,

instead i wake and don't go back to sleep.

Car crashes are a quick awakening,

while suffocation from tuberculosis is slow,

ever so slow, those are the worst,

ones that the death comes ever so slowly.

Now i lay me down to weep,

i know the fear the dream will reap,

and when i die before i wake,

some day my soul the dream will take.

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Nite Mare



Ride the nite mare,

she gallops from dawn,

racing furiously to

beat the light.

Her hooves kiss the

earth with sparks,

iron on rock,

pyres burn behind her.

Twin, thin streams

of flame her breath,

nostrils betray

the fires of hell.

Coal black, demon

spawn, horse of Hades.

She reeks of

cold sweat, of fear.

In dreams she rides

and captures souls,

in her twisting

cyclonic wake.

Dwelling on those

dark thoughts,

anger, jealousy, hatred,

she feasts on animosity.

Bleed, for she feasts

on the blood,

the warm red flow

of your psyche.

Dream and fuel

the fires of hell,

pluck my eyeballs

from my head.

She drops into

the abyss, falling,

an eternity of gut

wrenching falling.

Falling to no

bottom until it must

tear me apart and wake,

only to wet sheets and

the confusion of where?

Screaming with madness

and kick away

from the dawn, she

runs, only to return

with her master, the night,

her only accomplice.

To make me dream,

and scream, and die

my nightly death alone.

Ride the nite mare

a round trip

trot, into the very

jaws of hell.


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Uncle Charley




Uncle Charley turned fifty today,
yesterday he was forty five.
All his doctors are quite amazed,
ten years ago, they knew he'd die.
He has always been twice his age,
ever since he was twenty five.
Guess that is the price you pay,
when you try to touch the sky.
The bleeding pain inside his legs,
makes it hard to get around,
and he still goes out anyway,
still walks all over the town.
He seems to know his day to die,
something tells him in his bones.
He just grins and winks his eye,
says he'll know when to go home.
Uncle Charley turned seventy today,
he is really only thirty five,
a classic portrait of toothless decay,
with the love of God in his eyes.
He walks a junkie, footsore step,
but he's got Jesus in his soul.
Any second he'll draw his last breath,
and he tells you what he knows.
"I've seen a lot of Christian love,
most i've seen is hypocrisy,
but He shines on me from above,
and i'm who i'm supposed to be."
You can call him a junkie old freak,
his love you'll never know.
If you listen and hear him speak,
i tell you, you will grow.
Uncle Charley turned eighty today,
and he's really only forty five.
He's still got some more to say,
a lesson to teach before he dies.


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Powers Unite



An eagles flight,

a soaring dive,

climb back to the clouds.

A rainbow's arc,

rising and being,

consumed by mist and fog.

The seas chanting rhythm,

waves licking at the shore.

Circles of magic looping

about themselves,

twisting into one.

Night eyes of the cat.

Seeing things from strange

dimensions.

A flaming candle flickers,

creates shadows moving

impossibly.

Volcanoes erupt with beauty.

Searing untouchable loveliness.

Circles of power

spinning madly,

into one sphere of life.


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Mar 6, 2009

Mother Weeps




Outside, gunfire echo screams,

war consumes the earth,

and mother weeps acid tears.

Bombed out and deserted,

starvation rats gnawing victims.

Clutching a battered doll,

cowering in an orphans rags,

and mother weeps acid tears.

So, death, the lone victor,

he embraces mother earth.

Her children robbed her,

raped, forsaken, left barren.

Stench, misery, lying in her blood,

and mother weeps acid tears.

So march off to die for....

and the plague spreads,

with insect determination.

Kill one another dead,

bastard children of sorrow, pain,

and mother weeps acid tears.

Glorious hero steeped in blood,

bathe in flame grand one,

no home to go back to,

only more war, youth exterminator.

Go home to find your mother,

find she weeps acid tears.


Related Posts:
Nite Mare

Death Dreams

Bizarre Dreams


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Convictions

Where may one find peace
in these dark times?
Everywhere you turn is
rumor of war and unrest.
Greed condoned for so long,
bearing it's standard.
War comes marching and
is welcomed. Gentle souls
hang their heads in sorrow,
silenced by cries and
condemned by their peers.
Is there no resolution
of our differences, apart
from murder, apart from
sorrow. Are we all convicts
of our convictions,
restrained by belief,
or fear of death, or fear
of life. What kind of place
are we bringing our
children into? What will
their lives be like,
their legacy, their dreams?
The earth we live on
now is a tired matron,
tired indeed. And it seems
to be getting worse every day.
It's past time for
doing something about it.
But alas, what to do,
what to do in this late day.
I will pass on a
legacy of peace to my juniors.
Hope is not lost yet,
love and concern for our only home:
Mother Earth. For though
prematurely aged and deathly
ill, they say she can be
saved and protected.
That is the problem though,
because talk is cheap.
We are eaten up by greed
beyond caring for her.
Politics, business, industry,
to hell we dash.
And fight another stupid war,
a killing frenzy.
Producing waste that is poison,
to kill ourselves,
not to mention every other
living creature here.
Self destructive madness
to "better our lives."
I weep for the earth
my children will inherit,
and pray we stop talking
and start acting.
These days peace seems
so far away, but some
will always strive to know truth,
they know love
will make us new. The truth
cannot be lost though,
but it may be covered up.
Years have twisted up
it's word, blurring it's intent.
But basic truths
are there. Listen to it's voice
inside you, let it
calm you so it may teach.
Let it's love be you.
Remember the divine
that shines in each of us,
and help each other move
toward light and away
from dark. Let our convictions
become one, then
we all shall find peace.

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