everyone is laughing,
your smile is inconceivable.
take me to the Albion
to the blue room
where I'll believe again.
I never see
the prejudice,
the sign of any
idiots trying to sell you god.
the spirit of a rainbow,
call out letters sprayed
on a stucco wall.
the transferred wealth
of all imagination.
will we hear
the clarion call?,
I'm not after riches,
to cling to you like dew.
I don't know anything at all
but my love for you.
You, your
Spirit is a rainbow catcher
dogged by pestilence.
Desire is slowly
siphoned away
on the other side
of the fence.
Its a short form,
with a dull sword that cuts deepest
they tried to cut my heart out,
make me forget my name,
who I am, try to
change me, make me
give up before
the race is over.
All they want to do
is make you eat and
breathe the pain,
nothing can ever
stay the same.
Beat them at their
own game.
Funny how I find myself
In love with you.
there are no words,
I'm stuck like glue.
your beauty is naked.
an endless conundrum.
won't it all be wonderful
when the rainbows come?
Friday, June 11, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
birdsflyovertheoceanwhyohwhycan'tI
Now I know what is on the other side of the rainbow....and he's furry!
Green Spirit (blues for Patrick)
For Patrick, who pointed out a way through a fire which consumed him. And for turning me on to Soft Cell, Gary Numan, Kraftwerk and many others. For listening, wanting to know WHY I liked something, and then giving a damn about the answer.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Moonbathing in a Dream (Reminder of Red Orpheus)
press your face
'gainst the glass,
while the evenings
hours pass.
the books are on the table
underneath the sill.
despite the secret love of sin
happiness is still
here in strokes of paint,
the soft wag of a tail,
fingers in your hair,
complexion so pale,
no need for restraint
when your soul is able.
days pass
'neath the streaming
miles of glass-
our hearts keep pace
(under the moon in a dream)
Your army with a thousand spines.
fighting for the free.
art against the chaos,
needle's eyes can't see.
behind an artists' tease
a mask to hide the loss.
invisible ideas
tears that shatter stone,
hearts wrapped in candyfloss.
One day we'll dim the lights,
turn off black memory
of all that screaming and the fights.
can't live 'in theory'.
words we used as weapons,
music used as swords,
silence reverberation from
the mind's floorboards.
We're never alone at night,
look into the sky.
we'll figure it out as we go
finally found 'that' guy.
'gainst the glass,
while the evenings
hours pass.
the books are on the table
underneath the sill.
despite the secret love of sin
happiness is still
here in strokes of paint,
the soft wag of a tail,
fingers in your hair,
complexion so pale,
no need for restraint
when your soul is able.
days pass
'neath the streaming
miles of glass-
our hearts keep pace
(under the moon in a dream)
Your army with a thousand spines.
fighting for the free.
art against the chaos,
needle's eyes can't see.
behind an artists' tease
a mask to hide the loss.
invisible ideas
tears that shatter stone,
hearts wrapped in candyfloss.
One day we'll dim the lights,
turn off black memory
of all that screaming and the fights.
can't live 'in theory'.
words we used as weapons,
music used as swords,
silence reverberation from
the mind's floorboards.
We're never alone at night,
look into the sky.
we'll figure it out as we go
finally found 'that' guy.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
One More For My Baby(one less for the toads)
they can throw stones
and ring my bones
let them stare at
my happiness,
I'm home.
when you step upon the stage,
I reach for my libretto.
Allegro, staccato
Mi amore non troppo,
I'll turn every page.
For an hour it seems
like a minute,
didn't think I'd find love
til I realized I'm in it....
With you,
With you
It's you.
(it takes a gutterman to know how to pull you out of the gutter.
and ring my bones
let them stare at
my happiness,
I'm home.
when you step upon the stage,
I reach for my libretto.
Allegro, staccato
Mi amore non troppo,
I'll turn every page.
For an hour it seems
like a minute,
didn't think I'd find love
til I realized I'm in it....
With you,
With you
It's you.
(it takes a gutterman to know how to pull you out of the gutter.
Monday, June 7, 2010
yes, another one...further to you
woke up on the grass
on a cool summer morning
in another age this lifetime.
dew collected on my face,
hair out of place,
remembering you.
where did it all
go right
this time?
on a cool summer morning
in another age this lifetime.
dew collected on my face,
hair out of place,
remembering you.
where did it all
go right
this time?
Sunday, June 6, 2010
no more....
it won't hurt anymore
when my eyes are closed
no more bread crumbs left
in a darkened forest
on a trail leading
off the rails
to nowhere...
no choking hands in the void,
red eyes peering into my
deep unconscious mind
leaving scars that
would make
a slasher weep...
Its all in here in front of me,
had it been here all along?
too busy looking over my shoulder
into the past
growing older,
into the pain,
into thousands of black rabbits
and the deafening thunder
of thousands of gears
grinding up my childhood heart.
Thought it was better off left in its box
of blood soaked bandages
thrown down a dark hole
and left to be
forgotten.
but a little blood left
kept hidden for myself
stored away from the light
let to run free again
with you tonight.
A little hope left unfettered
in a believing heart
can still save someone.
and if luck intervenes,
if desire survives
in the middle of dreams,
rarer still in a lifetime,
that hearts once grounded
once again learn to fly
(unfinished)
when my eyes are closed
no more bread crumbs left
in a darkened forest
on a trail leading
off the rails
to nowhere...
no choking hands in the void,
red eyes peering into my
deep unconscious mind
leaving scars that
would make
a slasher weep...
Its all in here in front of me,
had it been here all along?
too busy looking over my shoulder
into the past
growing older,
into the pain,
into thousands of black rabbits
and the deafening thunder
of thousands of gears
grinding up my childhood heart.
Thought it was better off left in its box
of blood soaked bandages
thrown down a dark hole
and left to be
forgotten.
but a little blood left
kept hidden for myself
stored away from the light
let to run free again
with you tonight.
A little hope left unfettered
in a believing heart
can still save someone.
and if luck intervenes,
if desire survives
in the middle of dreams,
rarer still in a lifetime,
that hearts once grounded
once again learn to fly
(unfinished)
Saturday, June 5, 2010
In Every Storefront Window (for Bob)
Never thought I'd find my reflection.
my nervous breakdown in reverse,
not as young as I once was
but never the less
finding myself
in love.
Those days
repeatedly lost,
In the noise; somewhere!
maybe I'm not a fool,
despite the self-doubt
I finally figured it out
and whatever relative cost
was in store, somehow I found you.
my nervous breakdown in reverse,
not as young as I once was
but never the less
finding myself
in love.
Those days
repeatedly lost,
In the noise; somewhere!
maybe I'm not a fool,
despite the self-doubt
I finally figured it out
and whatever relative cost
was in store, somehow I found you.
Monday, May 31, 2010
I could never look for long....
winter left its spirit
on the streets of my soul
in that there were never enough
hours where I could let myself
off the hook for awhile
and I could never look for too long
the fear had its cold fingers in me
and I could never hunt for some solace
pushing against the darkness
is how I get my kicks
and free my spirit.
Winter left
and cast its name
skyward
horns blow
trees grow,
my subtle tide
breaks on the
Shores of Eden.
on the streets of my soul
in that there were never enough
hours where I could let myself
off the hook for awhile
and I could never look for too long
the fear had its cold fingers in me
and I could never hunt for some solace
pushing against the darkness
is how I get my kicks
and free my spirit.
Winter left
and cast its name
skyward
horns blow
trees grow,
my subtle tide
breaks on the
Shores of Eden.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Sketch Pad May 23rd, 2010
why does anybody need anything from me anyway
squeezing out the blood
from my heart wrapped in stone
I believe...
that true love never dies
and that I don't and cannot know
everything in this world,
but I can have fun
if I try
and why does anybody need me to be anything
don't know how long it will go
or how far
peeling off like wet sheets in the rain
whipped away into the mists of time.
And I believe
From the burst of perpetual motion
and ocean of ideas sprang
and sang of unheard song
when the days were new
and hearts were fired
before pistols and
distal relations
came to pass.
That you and I are of the earth
Like an orchid in the forest
I dip below the surface
unlike the other flowers
who follow the blistering light
in their heliotrophic failure
they fable the wrapped earth
pretending it is stable.
squeezing out the blood
from my heart wrapped in stone
I believe...
that true love never dies
and that I don't and cannot know
everything in this world,
but I can have fun
if I try
and why does anybody need me to be anything
don't know how long it will go
or how far
peeling off like wet sheets in the rain
whipped away into the mists of time.
And I believe
From the burst of perpetual motion
and ocean of ideas sprang
and sang of unheard song
when the days were new
and hearts were fired
before pistols and
distal relations
came to pass.
That you and I are of the earth
Like an orchid in the forest
I dip below the surface
unlike the other flowers
who follow the blistering light
in their heliotrophic failure
they fable the wrapped earth
pretending it is stable.
Its My Life
He spends saturday nights
on his own.
the curtains are drawn
no one else is home.
the darkness comes
as it does every night
through holes in the walls and floors
snuffing out the light.
you look at him and marvel
he doesn't understand why.
he looks into a mirror
sees the horror and looks away
what did I tell you about before?
the tired runs and rounds
the ghosts circling
over head and voices
that talk talk talk talk....
if there's a sound in this house
that isn't a creak,
or air leaking through hole
like a sieve
then you haven't seen th spirits
the candles that al;ight themselves
the hands that knock on every door
only alone in room
do they enter and laugh
and then its time to talk.
talk talk talk talk
the voices and choices
evaporate in the twilight
its the middle of my life
crisis by any other name.
try to shed the crushing shame
of not being good enough
to play some stupid game.
on his own.
the curtains are drawn
no one else is home.
the darkness comes
as it does every night
through holes in the walls and floors
snuffing out the light.
you look at him and marvel
he doesn't understand why.
he looks into a mirror
sees the horror and looks away
what did I tell you about before?
the tired runs and rounds
the ghosts circling
over head and voices
that talk talk talk talk....
if there's a sound in this house
that isn't a creak,
or air leaking through hole
like a sieve
then you haven't seen th spirits
the candles that al;ight themselves
the hands that knock on every door
only alone in room
do they enter and laugh
and then its time to talk.
talk talk talk talk
the voices and choices
evaporate in the twilight
its the middle of my life
crisis by any other name.
try to shed the crushing shame
of not being good enough
to play some stupid game.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
How can I pretend ?
Can't say that I am afraid,
cowering in the shelter
of the stars.
its getting late here,
shadows are long
walking down the road
dirt on fire
where the laughter
is dying
inside my head
cowering in the shelter
of the stars.
its getting late here,
shadows are long
walking down the road
dirt on fire
where the laughter
is dying
inside my head
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
carefully arranged
five drops of poison
and white cotton gloves
and the reigns of four demons
moving quickly overground
hooves pounding like thunder
under hard hitting shoes
in hanover street
he'll be waiting.
The carriage will take you there.
And stand aside
while flames devour
the blackness of the evenings ride
and the laundanum will drink itself
while the vapour
evaporates./
and white cotton gloves
and the reigns of four demons
moving quickly overground
hooves pounding like thunder
under hard hitting shoes
in hanover street
he'll be waiting.
The carriage will take you there.
And stand aside
while flames devour
the blackness of the evenings ride
and the laundanum will drink itself
while the vapour
evaporates./
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Why I LOVELOVELOVE Kristen Hersh
"Our shows were crazy, magic parties where the listeners played as big a role as the musicians. Music happens between people. We never forgot that."
Its like the only person who EVER managed to capture how deeply I feel about music, that the CD and the LPs are just the doorway and that the REAL music is what happens in between the musician, their music and the listener. THAT is music-and how awesome has it been to spend a lifetime enjoying having that place to run away from it all.
Go on girl...
Its like the only person who EVER managed to capture how deeply I feel about music, that the CD and the LPs are just the doorway and that the REAL music is what happens in between the musician, their music and the listener. THAT is music-and how awesome has it been to spend a lifetime enjoying having that place to run away from it all.
Go on girl...
Thursday, May 6, 2010
So over You
I've got a bad case of history,
parts of my story,
suspended and unended
like an unfinished mystery
where obscure themes
leading off into nowhere.
no perfect lover ever there.
And neither are you,
its all an illusion,
a contusion,
its all too confusing.
Grinding up my memory bones.
parts of my story,
suspended and unended
like an unfinished mystery
where obscure themes
leading off into nowhere.
no perfect lover ever there.
And neither are you,
its all an illusion,
a contusion,
its all too confusing.
Grinding up my memory bones.
Monday, May 3, 2010
seeds
On every breath
a curl of smoke,
evaporating voices
in the settling
blanket of darkness...
engines run
shoulder jostling
to and fro,
shoulder to shoulder
should we all fall?
Will it be into
the same place
or different for all?
Will it be filled
with songs and seed,
something we should plant
in every fallow field?
then the winds come
over the hill,
soil blown away by
clouds slithering across
champagne colored skies,
halfway between heaven
and earth, with its ice covered
lives spliting into
atoms mirroring in
the disappearing snow.
a curl of smoke,
evaporating voices
in the settling
blanket of darkness...
engines run
shoulder jostling
to and fro,
shoulder to shoulder
should we all fall?
Will it be into
the same place
or different for all?
Will it be filled
with songs and seed,
something we should plant
in every fallow field?
then the winds come
over the hill,
soil blown away by
clouds slithering across
champagne colored skies,
halfway between heaven
and earth, with its ice covered
lives spliting into
atoms mirroring in
the disappearing snow.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Two of the hardest things to deal with
In life or in anything is betrayal and lies. especially when they are used as an impetus top make others feel bad or denigrate another.
When its someone you once loved, its like death wraps his hands around your heart and squeezes.
When its someone you once loved, its like death wraps his hands around your heart and squeezes.
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