Adrift

Touchdown upon that great sea
no land to search for miles
wild eyed and waiting
for my ship to arrive

My wings spread out to dry
Where's my power to levitate?
A white dot on a blue cellophane sea

Proud Papa

I just made a succesful bid on an M-Audio Omnistudio interface (rack mounted) and an M-Audio 61 key Midi controller. I have Sonar for recording, but I've been reducing 1/4" inputs to 1/8" to my simplified onboard audio card to get my audio recorded. As you can guess, this doesn't fare too well. And recording vocals thats just another headache altogether. The Omnistudio has (I believe) 4-6 simaltaneous inputs along with MIDI capabilities along with more I/O's than I'll ever need anytime soon. I can't wait to get this up and running. keeping my fingers crossed it all works seamlessly. Well, you know how that goes?

Celestial

wait, can't you see it?
lying out there
vacuum of space
Infinte hollow caving in on it's own credibility
Stars are prime candidates
for its voracious appetite

Can't you see it lying there
spread out amogst the galaxies
lying, laughing and a most spaced out roaringly guffaw
then whispering just to its own ugliness and horrid approach,
How exciting it must be to live as one of their kind.....

to interact
to love
to hate
to look out upon that great sea
a sea launched from my imaginary world
to hold hands with children
feel their gentle innocent grip
all the while, the sea foam chases our feet
dashing our traces we were ever here

Oh I live like the fingertips of your frame
extended and somewhat vicarious

this is the most one can expect around here.

Rising Up From The Valley Below

Supple. figurine.
a delicate cross between mass and majick
I've been here before
You've been here with me
And we all ran for the caves like
something engrained from centuries before
Lying here on a sea foam shore
the water is warm
the salt is sweat
from my pores
Drink, drink now
Deep, deep
Down within
How do I vow to extiguish
the bellicose voices
in my head
and throughout my world
Wherelse is there left to hide
and call sanctuary.
I am wating for this voyage.
Seen it before
waiting again.

Day One. We Leave For Armageddon

Drifting down that long dusty road
a long way to go
mystery on my right side
lust in the back

We're watching the night sky from the rolled down hood
the pale blue paint on the car is like neon against the full moon night.
hair in the cool arid breeze
i look into my rear view and exchange a desirous glance at the mistress
in my back seat

I ask Mystery if she's enjoying the ride.
she replies, "This reminds me what I dreamt about last night".
I try not to think about it too much - what she might be getting at.
She always had the ability to force me to finish what she was thinking.
and she'd always get the answer she wanted. How manipulative.

The gravel puncturing against the tires
the low rumble of the engine
the sweet smell of desert lilies punctuate my last sense
I could drive on this road for all the nights left in my life.

Hopefully the sun will never rise again.
I could stay here on this lunar plane.

Real Torts And Missed Opulent Territories

They were more like
watercolor washes
and the landscape
swished and swooned
around you like
a drunken sphere
and to drink it would
not neccesarily be the path
Nor have I been known to
stay on that path
I've strayed
I've strewn
I've missed my mark
I've been to the moon, man.
Should I take the
abode and share the
locale
would you share
Would you be nigh?
Maybe a sojourn into
the desert
the open heart and
cauterized wound
the mother earth
ripped and dragged her
led her away
seashore mist
and foam in my breath
the expanse of this horizon
I've left it to my better senses
sight within
and from a scene above
we were in those aged towers
speaking and scratching
sentiments of love
guarded and ascending
I don't want to stray
so let's lead each other
you with the pen
and me with the letter.

dreamin about the past

A past that never was
But all the characters were the same
My old flame
the one that drove me insane
with love
lust anger
rage passion
jealousy. Did i mention love?

There she was
not a reunion but
a comfortable return
she in my arms
lips pressed together
tight embrace
can't hold her tight enough

I wanted to bed her
but it seemed as though
I'd lost my chance
"you should have tried earlier"
I listen to After Everything
remember the daylight drives
I remember the after hours journeys
to the beach
listening to my favorite band ever, The Church.
We could go drifting off into the dunes
looking for signs from The Father
I do believe
That's what I saw.
In fact, I still have a relic from that day
it stays in my amulet jar
next to the quartz arrowhead
broken rosary that found its way around
my neck for a time
and a stone with a hole in it.

I appreciate the subtleties
the lost mercurical wisp of epiphany
passing by like a steam train
in the night
soft amber glow of the passenger windows
streak by on a daedaleum spinning
The flicker in a childs eye
soft smiles
and innocent laughter

You Can't Undo What's Been Undone

But you can rebuild
You can try to learn from the turmoil
you've contributed to

I don't like to hold on to negative emotions
It's just not healthy for the soul
I admit its a work in progress
but I am cognizant
and always trying
to be more compassionate

Born Again Vegetarians

THey pick up their hemp fiber bibles
and pound their fists into a tofu alter
Scremaing for you to redeem your soul
lest you become a hapless cattle
on the slaughterhouse line

THey declare that you'll be
one step closer to eden
That the soybeans had it
coming to them anyway

And if you look a little closer
why is that a silk bra strap
peeking through the latest
in hemp fashion pullovers
and what about that leather
wallet dangling from their bull-dyke chain

A bunch of hypocrites
If you really want to do something
for the animals then construct a mass suicide
that would be one for mother earth.