Here in the mind
Between shade and shifting shadows wanders the soul....
singing sad songs shuffling slow.
Stomped hard and cold
By the big boogie blue rhythms of dark neon city nights and smokey mid-night skies.
That still seem to steal the glitters and shimmers of a full moon's brilliant silver light....
It always brings lightning and jazz to his heart
It always brings rain and blues to her eyes.
It's enough to make oceans of flowing dreams run to the sea from whence they came to hide.
It's enough to make God cry.
But rain is no substitute for the holy water, that could return stolen lives.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
a new kind of meditation ...
just going to write for ten minutes....no rules, no editing, no backspace allowed....meditation style....maybe i can get to sleep.....
Ready, Set, Go....
been here for to long these bones have become fragile even broken, let me die this way, no yet living still believing in the mystery of what life is. Close your eyes speak beautiful lies. Let me know if there is something real upon your tongue. Who has actually lived after hearing the songs you have sung. Songs that leave the hollowness yet empty inside. Sing me a another plantation lullaby to lull my crying soul to sleep. Let me lay down my cross and walk carrying only the burden of me. Help me live one moment longer so that I may give you a new melody that may actually lend marrow to your aching bones. Believe in me once again and I'll try my best to believe in you. You are the thing that makes me understand the beauty and the ugliness of the part I play in this land. Villian and hero martyr and the one throwing the stone at the head of Stephen laughing at the pool of blood coming from his gnostic mind. No dont let me die this way without catching a glimpse of my own truth, proof that I have not yet live the way you created me to be...just be breathe with open eyes taking deep dark breaths that break the bronchi of my lungs fill them with your stuff, your breathe of life. Skull duggery be a deep dark part of me the voices in my head tell me that my insanity seems like sanity to me. Fill my face with the markings of my unknown tribe. but please dont let it die. no not tonight. Lazarus i am not. Let me dance like David until the filth of my sin is singed from my skin until the truth is uncovered making it self to the surface from a deep well from within. love is my religion and I long to see your face but not today, today just let me live on in this shell of a man that is neither flesh nor bone but something in between blood, Buddha, bible belt, and beer bellied preachers preaching messages that line pockets with god's green forgetting about God's green earth. Give me one more breathe with which i will express a new truth not yet heard., but felt by every heart and mind in due season and in due time. I ask of nothing but this and seal your promise with a kiss....
TIME ENDS
Ready, Set, Go....
been here for to long these bones have become fragile even broken, let me die this way, no yet living still believing in the mystery of what life is. Close your eyes speak beautiful lies. Let me know if there is something real upon your tongue. Who has actually lived after hearing the songs you have sung. Songs that leave the hollowness yet empty inside. Sing me a another plantation lullaby to lull my crying soul to sleep. Let me lay down my cross and walk carrying only the burden of me. Help me live one moment longer so that I may give you a new melody that may actually lend marrow to your aching bones. Believe in me once again and I'll try my best to believe in you. You are the thing that makes me understand the beauty and the ugliness of the part I play in this land. Villian and hero martyr and the one throwing the stone at the head of Stephen laughing at the pool of blood coming from his gnostic mind. No dont let me die this way without catching a glimpse of my own truth, proof that I have not yet live the way you created me to be...just be breathe with open eyes taking deep dark breaths that break the bronchi of my lungs fill them with your stuff, your breathe of life. Skull duggery be a deep dark part of me the voices in my head tell me that my insanity seems like sanity to me. Fill my face with the markings of my unknown tribe. but please dont let it die. no not tonight. Lazarus i am not. Let me dance like David until the filth of my sin is singed from my skin until the truth is uncovered making it self to the surface from a deep well from within. love is my religion and I long to see your face but not today, today just let me live on in this shell of a man that is neither flesh nor bone but something in between blood, Buddha, bible belt, and beer bellied preachers preaching messages that line pockets with god's green forgetting about God's green earth. Give me one more breathe with which i will express a new truth not yet heard., but felt by every heart and mind in due season and in due time. I ask of nothing but this and seal your promise with a kiss....
TIME ENDS
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