The Desert:
Children of the Sun
I’m dreaming for these, these months to come,
that they’d be brighter than the sun,
and may we reach out, reach out our arms,
to find what’s near and what is far.
Reason’s hope and reason’s fate,
that we might find ourselves today,
embracing hours and moments stitched.
In such time we do exist.
And still I’m dreaming of these,
months with rattled suitcases,
pictures of…
the ceaseless faces,
traced above,
painted colors,
of the sun.
I am no prophet, for future’s sovereign,
land extends beyond my pockets.
Surely we without knowing why,
care so deeply without showing.
How to show and how to read,
these small wonders may always be.
These hands they shake now, watched out awake,
only in song can one relate,
And still I’m dreaming of these,
months with rattled suitcases,
pictures of…
the burnt out lanterns strewn across,
the wooden floors with ancient moss,
the people talk as one,
their messages written as they run,
their ceaseless faces,
traced above,
painted colors,
of the sun.
the ceaseless faces,
painted colors,
traced above,
because we’re children,
children of the sun
Graffiti
Shooting blanks off the canvas,
happens water in a cold stance.
I feel fine,
yet I'm restless of a different kind.
Am I low?
Am I low and away?
And I low?
Am I low and away?
Seconds tick,
my pulse is quick,
this soul is yearning to ROAM.
And I get the feeling that You're healing my bones,
And I get the feeling that You're healing my soul.
Walking in this city,
am I walking alone?
Are You with me?
Can You hear me?
Am I walking alone?
I'm like the wick of a candle,
or falling quartz off a mantle.
I see fine-flamed reflections.
I thought the clock had died.
Oh why?
Am I low?
Am I low?
Am I low and away?
Seconds tick,
my pulse is quick,
this soul is yearning to ROAM.
Where've you been,
Innocence?
the flash and the color looking outside in,
this window is finishing the pictures,
in my head
The currents and the silence,
the beating of my heart,
the grip of the violence,
is keeping us apart,
And there's,
there’s writing on the walls,
like graffiti on my heart.
Vagrants
Pieces,
of shells washed up on the beach,
within footprints,
A hundred facts,
impressed into the sand
People are walking,
carrying their dreams,
on their backs,
like mystics,
in a caravan from the east,
Fragments of atonement fell,
into the well.
How might we retrieve them?
We come as kings and queens,
like vagrants in disguise,
travelers following,
this luminescent guide,
now higher than the human race could reach
suspended in a moment.
What style could still,
within the looking glass,
above the aisles now filled
with vagrants?
It was the culprit so elusive,
so ephemeral…
held,
Fragments of atonement fell,
into the well.
How might we retrieve them?
Is it so?
Treehouse
Clashes filled with political motives,
power-trips in our heads,
can’t stop the revolutions,
spinning in a lost cause looking for something,
and it’s here,
I can tell,
somewhere far below the surface,
you’re not well,
and you’re here,
so still,
almost frozen,
so I’ll,
hold a light,
to your darkness inside,
and we’ll wait for the break,
give this another try.
This seems like another one,
of those broken puzzle pieces.
There’s a treehouse in the middle of nowhere,
standing in the green wide open.
“Unadorned,” says a soothsayer,
simple as it lives is the truth there.
Cool mist floating through the windows,
constellations like signals in the dark,
Constant still anticipation,
shepherds running over the hills,
The splendor of a midnight clearing,
fortunate witnesses rushing,
Then their hands tensed up in fear.
All of us were saying,
How the robbers keep robbing,
and the players keep playing,
don’t stop, don’t stop,
praying for a miracle,
Let’s,
take some time,
to give some thanks,
for the ones,
for the One who gave us everything,
beyond, beyond,
a love that’s deeper than anything,
So I’ll,
hold a light,
to your darkness inside,
and we’ll wait for the break,
give this another try,
This seems like another one,
of those broken puzzle pieces,
of another life.
Make Us a Shelter
Make us a shelter,
for a day when it’s raining,
outside,
on a cold winter’s night.
and we’ll take these stones,
and place them where our hopes,
are growing
thin.
The sand beneath my feet,
refuses to stand still,
while the wind and the waves,
carry it away.
So we set off so boldly,
with every good intention,
Oh, did I mention?
we’re starting again.
Still we’re cold with doubt,
figuring the folds that frame this house.
We turned inside out,
watching all the walls fall down.
Young:
Down in the Glade
down in the Glade
where i walked yesterday
i saw script written Fate
staring back at me saying
“You cannot face
this alone oh no
there’ll be angels awaiting
your Prodigal Soul”
there is a Grace
i am sure, i am sane
this is how I left off
this is how
i began
“come out slowly
crawling on your calloused hands and knees”
then a Voice came
soft and low
it was only a whisper
lost in a crowded room
there is a Grace
i am sure, i am sane
this is how i left off
this is how
I began
As the Cedars Grow
I don’t want to take Your Glory
I just want to fill my cup
after all this is Your Story
all I can do is empty myself in
you are the Potter and I am the clay
you are the Writer and I am the ink
with every stroke
I am made
I am made Whole
And Pure
As the Cedars Grow
I don’t want to steal your Glory
I just want to fill my cup
after all this is Your Story
all I can do is empty myself in
Love
Invenire Te
I was just listening
to a Transmission
to the sound and the frequency
of a car as it fades down the street
and Your window was the Medium
between
the faintness
oh the faintness of a minute’s Wish
is Evidence buried in my Youth
Oh I Pray
because Faith
in the Restlessness State,
is to be One with the Silence of the Infinite
Only just a Sojourn
is the Moment that we hold
So Sacred our Souls
How we cannot comprehend
Them
I was just holding Your Head in my hands
Like a Child with a smile
From an innocent Desire I acquiesce
oh the faintness of a minute’s wish
is Evidence buried in my youth
Oh I Pray
that We remain Fragile
within the Fear and the Awe
that’s in this Space
because Faith
in this Restlessness State,
is to be One with the Silence of the Infinite
Only just a Sojourn
is the Moment that we hold
So Sacred our Souls
How we cannot comprehend
Them
I want to know You
Why are You so shy?
Invenire Te
Kharizestai
how the priest's four Words could chase
the fullness of the present state
the message fixed in Symbols lit
the language fails to capture it
Efficacious as a dirge
within the words that call to Earth
heaven's mirth the emptiness
Kenosis as the Body rests
Chris Rod got shot outside the park
He was walking after dark
He got caught between the Harm
the Hurry of the Crossfire
He became the Scapegoat slain
motionless on pavement lain
His arms outstretched
His figure framed
a gesture of
His silent Pain
Veronica was running late
she'd just locked the entrance Gate
and as She left the Sacred Lane
She witnessed how the Victim cried
"Why
have You forsaken Me?"
What Veronica saw
between the shakes and the coughs
the Bloodstains on Her Cloth
reminiscent of the Face of God.
I am blind
calmest wit
follows qualms within
like snow then crystal thin
rogue ice
cold guise
hard to recognize
at night
spies
I need to hide
before they find my Tracks
I cannot wait
another day
a demon's quip
lay motionless
locked in wilderness
(a Klondike abyss)
rogue silence
quiet violence
hard to recognize
the mind
spies
I need to define
before they find my tracks
I cannot wait
another day
Who am I?
I am blind
Medicine Man
Oh...
your weary arms,
hold you together,
you're delicate as a feather,
my love.
Oh...
your feeble bones,
are breaking under the pressure,
breaking under the weight of all
you've done.
No,
you don't have to conquer this one.
Your eyes...
are half open,
it's no use closing,
it's no use closing
them now,
'cause when you see
your self clearly
the image starts to fall away,
and I can begin to make
you well.
No,
you don't have to conquer this one.
You Are Who Is
I feel
that You Are
I know
that You Are
I believe
that You Are
that You Are.
from Corazón:
Come Back From the Deep
"Down in the alley,
away, six floors down,
he could see a cracked flower pot
scattered over a spray of dirt
and something pink
sticking out of a green paper bow.
It was down six floors
smashed down six floors."
'Fuck,' said the modern man,
the post modern soliloquist,
talking in circles,
around his friend the ventriloquist...
(I keep running around)
"'I don't understand Ivan,
what does it mean?'"
<FRIGHT> [with emphasis] no, it's you!
[with force, accusatory tone]
"'Is this just a wild fantasy or
a mistake on the part of the old man,
some impossible quid pro quo?"
"' For the secret of man’s being
is not only to live
but to have something to live for.
Without a stable conception
of the object of life,
man would not consent to go on living,
and would rather destroy himself
than remain on earth,
though he had bread in abundance.
That is true. But what happened?
Instead of taking men’s freedom from them,
Thou didst make it greater than ever!
Didst Thou forget that man prefers peace,
and even death, to freedom of choice
in the knowledge of good and evil? '"
"Midway upon the journey of our life,
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost."
“'But ... that's absurd!' he cried, [flushing].
'Your poem is in praise of Jesus,
it does not blame him —as you meant it to do.
And who will believe you about freedom?
Is that the way to understand it?
That's not the idea of it
in the Orthodox Church...'"
(feast or famine...)
(you can't believe
what your feelings teach ya,
you've gotta go your own way,
spread your wings and
fly away over the sea
as it drowns the world)
"'But the little sticky leaves,
and the precious graves,
and the blue sky,
and the woman you love!
How will you live,
how will you love them?...
'With such a hell
in your heart and your head,
how can you?
No, that's just what you are going away for,
to join them...
if not, you will kill yourself,
you can't endure it!'"
"'Everything is permitted ...
everything is permitted, is that it?'"
(Catch all the rainfall
in your Blue Bucket of Gold,
where do your footsteps fall,
when you're getting older?
Every day I'm getting older..."
Come back,
come back,
come back,
come back,
come back,
from
The
Deep
Letter to Self
Oh, brother, you need
some time and space
away, alone,
just some time to think,
You've been carrying this weight
your whole damn life,
now it's time to let go of it,
(high) time to let go of
the habit you know so well...
Self hate and disdain,
tricks you into thinking
you're the one with the key
it's a disease, my friend,
oh, but it isn't the end,
You're free,
to just be,
as the Good Lord intends,
let the facsimiles fall,
(this knot is not
who you were
intended to be at all)
Love yourself!
Don't ever forget
your Belovedness
or anyone else's
Kindness isn't weakness,
(Love yourself!)
toughness is only defense,
When you gonna, gonna
start living for real?
When you gonna let yourself
drown in Grace,
Right now it's the opposite
of what you think,
You don't have to solve this Mystery,
You don't have to solve this Mystery,
You don't have to solve this Mystery,
let Him instead.
Friends
It looks as if
we've found ourselves
way up in a tree,
Oh, it's alright,
if we stay a while,
I don't really mind it here.
I've got a lot of good people
on my mind,
I'm not looking to be
distant strangers,
Maybe we'll all sit out
by the campfire
singing kumbaya...
watching sparks fly up
into the sky...
I look at where
we are my friend
and it seems we've grown
apart somewhat,
Oh I believe in what
the distance brings
though I'm bound here
to waiting patiently.
I've got a lot of good people
on my mind,
I'm not looking to be
distant strangers,
Maybe we'll all sit out
by the campfire
singing kumbaya...
watching sparks fly up
into the sky...
(into the sky...)
The weather outside,
can't affect your mind
if you don't let it now
(oh you won't let it now)
don't let it get inside
and hide that light
you've got to let it shine
(you've got to let it shine)
I'm saying 'no man is an island'
we're together in this
'no man is an island'
we're together in this
You And The Flume
The sky
inside
and the silhouettes in view
amidst the subtle hues,
Moving
through
the scenes
and the motions
the motions,
And the rise
the ocean
and I
thought I saw
the water,
thought
I saw
the water,
but the grain
the grains
of sand
surrounded us
(oh, they surrounded us!)
while the visions
came and went
I could have been
caught up
in the mirage of
the barren land
beyond the fence
in an arid
sand nothingness
I could have thought
I saw
when the film fell off...
...You.
Sometimes
we survive
like animals
like beasts
in the wild
the Truth
so elusive
oh the sieve settles
and strains
distills
and all that retains
oh, but the shade,
drew away
and Your arms surrounded us
(Your arms surrounded us)
while the visions
came and went
I could have been
caught up
in the mirage of
the barren land
beyond the fence
in an arid
sand nothingness
I could have thought
I saw
when the film fell off...
...the likes of You.
Author of Life
Who is the father of chaos and lies
and who is the author of life?
for all of diabolos's schemes and scattering
he surely must know he's in vain
And it takes a toll
(And it takes a toll)
"I can't believe what you've done..."
creation
groans and aches
what did the Spirit see
As it left the Son's broken body
And descended into a sea
Filled with souls locked in Dante's Dream?
Oh, how can a Father of lights from above
watch as his Son dies below?
for a moment it seems
the deceiver is king
while the Temple Veil tears into two
And it takes a toll
(And it takes a toll)
"I can't believe what you've done..."
creation
groans and aches
what did the Spirit see
As it left the Son's broken body
And descended into a sea
Filled with souls locked in Dante's Dream?
Nostalgia
rise
and fall
of empires so alike
and time
so constant
as the tide
lists
and strings
not trying to forget
and pace
so constant
as the race
so crawl out from underneath your skin,
you've been a'hiding in...
lift off that blind so you can see,
you're standing in the moment
is this a mirage?
or is it my heart?
hiding in corners of picture frames
keeping me awake...
and I didn't even notice,
that my camera's out of focus,
and the likeness of a sight,
'til it was gone...
is it too late?
moving
s l o w l y
d
o
w
n
these lanes
here in my
hometown...
how?
say what you wanna say,
remember everything
is memory everything?
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