Here you go

Here's some more of my songwriting
Listen to the words
Listen to the rhyme
Listen to my soul
I am putting all on the line

time and time begins and ends

Starting with I and ending on we
I want to talk to you
In all your singular sides

I want to rip right through this veil
See what it has to hide
Maybe nothing
Maybe more

A quick three line sonnet
A fast way to be reborn

YOu surely have given me
a life to live
I thank you great creator
Though your visage may be grim
and smug
there's a possibility you
would be hacked to pieces

were you to make yourself known
because like the
spawn you regurgitated
we have a burning glow
of hatred for things we don't understand
Like the times we burned and pillaged the towns
where a single pagan ran.

In a little kaliedescope I see you
You're many and varied
Like the lot we all are
Cruel and loving
Lost and found
high and low
hemmed to the bow
Of crashing waves
and a figurehead that spoke to us
which led us into rocky shores

There I lie gasping on that marvelous jeweled shore
the salt water nourishing my creaking, tired bones
I left my booger board on that damn ship
I can't go on no more.

Thus spoke Meqluiades

I spent the evening figuring out how to
upload my music to GarageBands.com
Here's the site:
http://www.garageband.com/artist/conjur

Unfortunately, at first, I couldn't convert my music files
to mp3 (the rewuired format)
But after some
hemming and hawing
I downloaded Nero
and shazaam I finally did it.

Well, it's 3am and I have
one of my songs up
I feel proud to put my music out there.
I hope you enjoy it
take something away
inspires you to quit your day job
buy a rickshaw and see the country side
by candle light

Thank you great spirit(s)
for always showing me
the way home.

xoxoxoxox, Brian

At The Juction

In the middle
Of the road i do dwell
Not the fringe
Not the bypass

You asked for the listless kinky
the darkened blue lit room

your silhouette
is blue adjectives
and negative dark depressions

your lips make blueberry moans
and your licorice hair tossed under the weight
of fistular grip
it's strong and demanding

Trippy Epiphany

I noticed that if you take say, for instance

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=926016

and you play the videos in specific
order simultaneously you can get an answer
unlike you've never heard before

tryityouit'llmakeyoufeelgood

To be continued....

I hope you haven't lost all hope
in stopping by and reading this automatic rant
I promise I'll be back in better form
than before we met last

I promise that I will give into the scribe
The one that feeds me
I can't just call it up willy-nilly
And if I could that wouldn't be any fun anyway

I like her mystery
let's keep in the shadows
where I'll find you on that hill
seaside breezes and bright gold towns
there she'll meet me
sometimes more
Sometime in the form of man
sometimes she is the squirrel
sitting on the rock
an acorn in her paws
wiry frame
her deep, black eyes
someone sent a message to me
I stood in a glade
surrounded by long forgotten battlegrounds
hallowed ground
I'd come here
drawn by unknown desire.
sad, dark thoughts
I stood in this glade
watching, waiting for something to appear
the woodland stood
quiet and insulated
If by the snap of nature's finger
the leaves began to move
there was movement all around me
from inside the soil arose an army of squirrels
all busy at what they were finding
lost treasures, spent casings
they tried to bury them as the soil
rejected them

I bend to see the tarnished locket
dulled by the century earthen cover
it is cold in my hand
Soft, moist clods of earth stick its surface
awaken a picture by prying the hinges free
A picture of a woman
who's alibaster skin with weighted determination
written on her expression
I imagined this soldier - her lover
lying awake in the encampment
gazing at her in the candlelight glow
saying a prayer
just before he blew out the candle
and feigned sleep
hoping only to return to her side

the squirrels came to me
ran up my limbs
sat on my arches and looked out over the forest
the sweet autumn breezes which i can only
hope that you know.
in fact go, take awalk in the woods
I want you to know that smell of earth
I want you to take a clump of it in your hand
and inhale
deeply
let it invoke memories of lives and entities past
smell the aerobic quality of it's life
then tell me how it feels to stand under the stars
looking up at that great big dome
and how the majic is alive
be silent for days upon end
there is strength in silence
go without and go within

you must learn to lose what you can
so you cannot lose what you need

This is my fortune.