Archive for April 25, 2008

A Quantum Love Story

Posted in delphi, lyrics, music with tags , , , , on April 25, 2008 by skyscraped

(a song)

Transmission from the sky tonight:
says it’s time to pay attention to
the signs
you think that’s coincidence
you created?
Forget the trance, it’s just a fancy
card you drew as you were waking up
from the Crowley deck
the Lovers we once knew
as ourselves

But I
am made
of light;
the kind that’s both particles
and waves
of time
And I am bending spoons in the alleyways
behind
your mind
where the Universe Next Door is leaking
all the unsaid
lines we never spoke
again but we will
touch forever
I am all my love
underneath
this skin.

Transmission from the tree outside:
says it’s time to pay attention to
your mind
it’s time to see what’s going on
with the clouds.
Time to smell that sweet red air
and it’s time for you
to fly–
that painful walk from sky to ground
dripping from
your eyes.
And all the awful feelings you get
Swallowed down like
Psalms on Sunday
When you can’t see the Reality–

We
are made
of Light
the kind that’s both particles
and waves
of Time
We are bending spoons in the alleyways
behind
Their minds
where the Universe Next Door is leaking
All the unsaid
lines we never spoke
again but we will
touch forever
all the unsaid lines
we neverspoke again
but we will touch forever
I am all my love
underneath
this skin.

And when you touched me
I felt you love me
like a movement of the Beam
from one corner of the sky

Transmission from my other mind
who lives a parallel kind of life:
says there’s a side to her that I
may never see
The Fool he takes his bird in hand
and then promptly jumps with no
hope of landing;
the Wisest ones are the ones we lock
away.

But We
are made
of Light;
The kind that’s both particles
and Waves
of Time
We are bending spoons
in the alleyways
behind
their minds
and the Universe Next Door is leaking
all the unsaid
lines we never spoke
again but we will
touch forever all the unsaid lines
we neverspoke
again but we will touch forever
all the unsaid lines we
never spoke again; but we will touch
forever
I am only love
underneath this
skin.

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Crematorium

Posted in delphi, lyrics, music, poetry, song with tags , , , , on April 25, 2008 by skyscraped

(a song)

On my own I stand today
and whisper the music
of the sage
alone and trembling I am not afraid
as the horses
run out
the gate.

I placed a Tarot card in your hand
the Empress smiled
as she turned to sand
and all my bones disappeared
but here I stand
no body
no mind
no face

But I could swear
I dreamed this before
Everything looks so clear;
Every note, every pore
of my fingers lifting the latch on the door
and the smell of my fear
as it burns on the floor
and the words of my mother
echoing once more:
“Child, you don’t have to be afraid,
Child you don’t have to be afraid.”

Cause everything in this world
gets eaten alive
every cell of every tree
every bee in the hive
dies alone in the warm mouth of Time;
and everything’s gonna be just fine.

Cause I feel something moving my pen
when I write
like I feel something tugging at the dark Veil
of night
Ten thousand stars and all I’m asking for
is a sign.
Familiar music
of a word
in flight.

Or the taste of your mouth as it turns into wine
or the histories of the moon and the poems of the sky
or the red horse sweating between my thighs
as across the Dreaming we ride and we ride.
The dreams of our fathers and the screams
of little girls, all gathered like cinders
at the end of the world
the Fire burns faster if you give into the swirl
of the madness of this age
of the madness of this age….

And I’ve never felt so old
and I’ve never felt so young
as when a story writes its life on my
lips and my tongue,
Burning like the Monks who know they are one
with the beautiful ashes in the cold winter sun
Kissing life like a bullet
screaming from the gun
at the mouth of the Rose where
glass webs are spun–
and shattered by a finger
that don’t know what it’s done,

But it’s a part of the Mystery
wrapped into one.
Like the painful coincidence
that burns my lungs.
With every breath, I seek Death
but am born to the sun–
A tree growin’ green
in a crematorium.

And I could swear
I dreamed this before
Everything looks so clear;
Every note, every pore
of my fingers lifting the latch on the door
and the smell of my fear
as it burns on the floor
and the words of my mother
echoing once more:
“Child, you don’t have to be afraid,
Child you don’t have to be afraid.”

Cause everything in this world
gets eaten alive
every cell of every tree
every bee in the hive
dies alone in the warm mouth of Time;
and everything’s gonna be just fine.

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