Stange Lands Visited

dark strange viscious lands men with shotguns for arms dont try and steal their power they'll only get jealous thinking you're aiming for their women yell for your mother to run you tell the others to leave leave now brake dust landslides kicking up dirt out pops the lead-strapped wielding monster up the rickety wooden steps Enters the house all the while the cautionary yells come from your mouth to no avail is it too late you decide to enter the abbatoir mind goes blank you cant remember anything further riding along with your mother on a darkened busy backroad cars are competing for position along this curvy pass at one point she veers off the road taking the curve too fast through the devil's tail tearthumb still clinging dead to trees it ultimaltely kills it must not be spring yet

Dabbling in Rambling

Lyrics strewn across
the crisp white,
crumpled sheets
Ink dribbled
blue on white
parchment
a wax seal
and the lost
independence
back into
the wilderness
willow grove
marsh lands
and the sweet
smell of earth
permeates your nostrils
can you remember
the mists
that clouded
your vision
and gave you
the gift of
hindered sight
remember tromping
through the sulken swamp
legs captured
by the rich humus
and entangling peat
not cane
not couch
not crucible
can set you free
you see we came here before
and we are here again
through the basin of time
and transdimensional travel
we appear
and disappear before
we are remembered
touching every nerve
and cell that surrounds
and contains the form
you travel in
that form you will give up
not as much as it gives up on you
and gives way to a lighter method
of travel
along the lines of poetry
and all the iambic pentameter
and free-form verse that
has come before you.
Rimbaud, Chaucer,
Gascoyne, Breton,
Pratinas, Erinna.....
I could've been left here lying
there in the road
trees beg forgiveness
for their witness
I could've broke free
from wisp air bindings
that held me up on the arctic summit
along the precipice
of what I was about to be
and who I was to become
I descended the river
black cold silent
followed it's langorous flow
gave into it's muddy waters
earthworm glow
the trains left the station
bliss has left my head
I'm leaving this planet
for things more blessed
Along with ones
who brought me here
You could say I've hitched this ride
But, I'm not above revealing
this curtained facade
Long Live The King.

Message For You

Here's one of the first recordings since installing the M-audio. The sound is miles above the previous setup and now I can add effects and monitor them live while I rehearse or record. This makes for a much better and natural feeling when it comes to the recording process. I still have to hook up the MIDI keystation I bought (see previous post).

Also, the lyrics are included on the web page.

here's the link to my new song, "Message".

I can feel it coming

Here it comes
slinking 'round the corner
an offering
Check out my Garage band web site
and listen to my new song, "Message"

Look over there (nudge, nudge, wink, wink)
Yeah, over there>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
a little lower
Yes, go ahead and click it.
That's right
Click it!

Overlook the Sea

All along shatter-colored rooftops
crimson terra cotta
tarnished, green copper drains
to the ocean down below

you the sage

the wise one
a seer into lives lived

a man whos gone

and traveled unto

the layers of time

and lives of other minds

great seer

distance traveler

echoes in the next room
beckon a million miles

warm crackling vibrations emenate from
the speakers transmit from another time
Drifting along thos sundrenched rooftops
Seabirds dart and dive
around your weightless frame
you drift and meander
in between cumulous
and air so sweet
glints of light on the ocean shore
we circle up here for time
Out over the curving horizon
ships dot the white capped sea
the captain scrutinizes the dials
gently touches the pinned photo
of his Meredith
She cradling their child
in summer dress and clothes line
She on the widow watch
waiting for her long gone lover
and giver of life to return
their boy cradled cooing in her arms
her breasts keep him warm
ocean breeze blows in
from the West
the grasses sweep in
the evening thrusts
rocky soils birth
earthen blooms
blue dusty tones
succulent and tight to their bearer
rich horizon

sweeping striate casts of amber,

blue ochre, incandescant licks of blaze
sun sets on muldoon bay
ocean swells into its berth
impregnates its sanctuary cove
lunar pulling
the way of a good lover
in and out
strife and grace
she calls to you at dawn

leaves you feeling empty
than when she was

lying across the end

of your bed

late afternoon light basked
She returns at dusk
movement
bodies are one
magnetic attraction
give and take
unto you
into me

limbs stretched out
across your table
I let my vowels
get in front of my words

you are standing
there beside me
asail into the night
light gown
flailing

I knew your countenance
your face so fresh
in my mind
i see the course
of our ending

its a good thing
in shapes of things
to come
I feel it
from centuries before

Mistress come
unto my side
help me spell
this chant inside

lasting come
last is best
besot your crimes
crowd be blessed.

time is unkind
but age is beauty
sentience is natural
awareness is lurking.

Earnest Ramblings

you know
I had to take the t.i.m.e.
to log in,
turn on
tune out
and then resuscitate

cmon did you think I didn't
know your address?
And its Initial Proximity?
did you not think I had the amplitude?
I hope you find ears to think
I am the prime minister, sister
the thinker of tin time
the wine the undo sublime
we are all ready for the anti-rotational charge
the flat oval sphere
due to geeeeeessss, man
it'll take you down
streets of nevermore
cutting from the pan
tastes you dont want to admit to
socrates deems the poets insane
where did they come from?
electric charge
the music stops for no reason
im left with
and within
sand at 10 micron particles
virial at a 1/10
bubonic
Your plaque hangs deperately on the wall
Slightly askew
in glints of sunshine
let me
my god just let me in

Where? Where? Over There

pretty lackluster
pretty well undone
uncensored
no matter how the pain insists
no matter how much I miss you
how much I miss this

It's more how much I look
forward to a new skin
And that's where I'm in

the new skin
the 7 year itch
the shedding of dermis
the sluff
the stuff
cant get enough

Asunder

will you
can i
should you
I know I would
can we be
just alike
and different
on a star lost plane
where we went down
in the desert
the sand between our ears
the lost of tears
in our extremes
the doctors
and jackyls
at our doors
waiting to blow 'em down
wating to succumb
waiting to release
into space
and all that it has
to offer
wait cant you see it?

wait cant we come around
there's been the chills that
come in the damp spaces.
I was looking int a century
turned
I felt the ages in the meters
the conduit could cause
some suffer'in
I love you and what you
done to me
cause without you
what have i got?

I dont think i'll ever walk those
streets the same man
don't think the park will
look the same
even as my fingers tuyojdk
tuout

ttuot
tuot

ttuyt
typr sonmer
labytrunth
stuyle
i wil staaay here gor bnow
to create again..

Full Moonless

Where did you go Mr. moonlight?

serendipitous evening

saw the band Guster

didn't know much of their music

but they won me over

from the light show to the

audience participation (on their encore

they asked the crowd to sing - accapella -

one of their songs while they

exited stage right

upon their return they chimed right in with

the audience) to their jams that took off.

kismet evening.

Grand Allusion

he has all the capabilities
of a true saint
walking this unforgotten sphere
he's got the knowing of
what he is
He's got his E.G.O. out of check
He thinks he's the second, third
fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh,
eighth, ninth, tenth, once, doseeeee,
tresay, untold coming
He's got what it takes to
become what he is not