Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Quite wasting my time!
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Breathe
Every time that you get in my head;
And ever since our bodies first interacted;
I have not not heard a thing that you said;
I cannot help it all;
When you call;
I just fall;
It's this control that you've got over me;
And in my fantasies;
In my mind;
In my dreams;
I can imagine you saying to me;
//Fall deep into my love;
//Sink deep into my passion;
//Cry, slip away all the madness;
//Then baby, breathe, breathe, breathe and I will let you in;
This is the way I could make you feel;
Oh, won't you let me attempt?
I see you're tired, and;
I just want to help you rest;
I see the day's had it's way;
In your face I sense pain;
Although you hide it the best that you can;
Close your eyes;
While I try to find;
The words to make you understand;
//Fall deep into my love;
//Sink deep into my passion;
//Cry, slip away all the madness;
//Then baby, breathe, breathe, breathe and I will let you in;
Baby, breathe;
I will hold you tight;
Whisper your name as the day turns to night;
Demonstrate what I know your heart says;
All it takes is just one breath;
Baby, breathe;
I finally fell;
It was the autumn of my mind;
And I;
Could scarcely tell if it was your fault or mine;
Until finally I;
I did decide;
It was myself only disguised;
That was my hell;
Turned heaven's well;
And I'm here to tell;
I have survived;
Baby, breathe;
//Fall deep into my love;
//Sink deep into my passion;
//Cry, slip away all the madness;
//Then baby, breathe, breathe, breathe and I will let you in;
Starving
Intriguing to Me
No Faith
Blank stare;
Sleepy gaze;
Unimpassioned response;
Dropped head;
Busy hands;
Tell me, how much time have I lost?
What did you think I was offering?
You can't possibly be as fake as you seem;
Bridges crossed together;
Somethings I will not ask;
I see you give attention to other people;
//I know you. You've got no faith in me;
//Some things in life are just that easy to see;
//I know you've got many reservations;
//So many hesitations to heed;
//But stand back, watch out, hold on and get ready;
//Because I'm going to make you believe;
We could go so far if you weren't in the way;
And for the promise of 'us' I would carry the pain;
I hope I sit in your stomach for a long, long time;
Like sour milk or rotted meat or anything that reminds;
Not of the past;
But of our future-unwritten;
Because it's truly unwritten;
Unconscious attitude;
Untapped amplitude;
I'm so sick of giving you the reasons;
//I know you. You've got no faith in me;
//Some things in life are just that easy to see;
//I know you've got many reservations;
//So many hesitations to heed;
//But stand back, watch out, hold on and get ready;
//Because I'm going to make you believe;
Dream state;
Please wake up;
Time is late;
Don't wait, love;
I am;
I am a piece of light;
I am the son of life;
I am the seed of Christ;
That means an end to strife;
Witness my self-wrought plight;
Lay down my upturned knife;
I am a heart contrite;
I am a soul in flight;
I am opportunity personified;
I am the hope of man embodied and individually ratified;
How can you stand there saying you're somehow satisfied?
Well I demand more!
Fools and whores is what we bore;
When we settle to crawl;
And we were destined to soar;
But wait, there's more;
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Ra Tet Sol
What follows is the story of the birth of Ra Tet Sol, the ancient benefactor who financed the great culture of early Egypt. It was his dream to bring order, reason and science to the people of earth by establishing and cultivating a race of enlightened beings.
Egypt: Early Origins
We are all born of something. It was the melancholy of static solitary that gave rise to my being. Before I became I slept, an un-extraordinary capsule within the magnificent obsidian lattices that gave our world solidarity and foundation. I observed the storing and cataloging of life's many moments. I participated in this, for that is what all crystals do. They keep record. One day my observing became a wondering. I can not say what invisible force turned that wheel. In that time a day was as a year was as an epoch. But once I began to wonder, then I began to guess, and then to figure, to question, to hope and eventually to pray. Pray? You might wonder what gods a crystal holds as sacred. I tell you, that which is need not beg names of that which might be. Simply, I prayed.
Some say "I was called." Others swear "I was coined," as if there were somewhere a mint for souls. I say, I was blessed. There are some worlds that are bright and pay tribute to life by the rise of their sun. There are others, like my own, that are what might be called inside-out. They hide their light in the fold of space. I was raised in a labyrinth of voids and pockets. Its many proud gates were invisible to the untrained eye. Black holes that ushered in the forlorn and distraught, these were the harbors I sailed in my youth. You may be curious of the details of my becoming. Did I grow? Did I blossom? Was I bore or hatched or planted? Rather, I assumed.
Do you know how crystals grow? Have you ever seen a slice of stone with many overlapping minerals weaving round and sharing sediments and deposits or layering in and upon one another? It was that way with me. We reflect! We pass knowledge between ourselves like so many librarians on holiday. We are like frozen spirit or encapsulated thought.
So once I made peace with my subtleties, I simply began to make good on them. I flooded myself over, a welcome visitor into the tidy, autonomous halls of my neighbor's unending and static preoccupation. I was as an over-filled river making pools of the empty divots of the surrounding dry sand. And I was compounded with the assumption of every new inclusion. I benefited from the variety of the mineral kingdom. I was quartz and onyx, clear and dense. I exuded and received. I came to exist on many wavelengths and to interpret and represent many vibrations. The tomes of folded knowledge my brethren happily volunteered me, I devoured. My mind and soul and body spread out all under the dirt until I was as a flash of wakened lightning darting through my ungoverned kingdom. I was the heir apparent, grateful, obvious, worthy. And when I had strength and confidence enough, I nudged the ground and made it rumble. It parted and I stood upright in the tear, an amalgamation of cognizance and purpose and planning and surprise; a living crystal palace that made sunrise of passing sparks, with deep set eyes as dark as the obsidian from which I was begot and as brilliant as fire opal. I spoke.
"I am Ra Tet Sol. I welcome you. Welcome me." My voice was the sound of the mountains being formed.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Shea
"My name is Shea," she said to me. I could see through her pitch black eyes and it was like looking into all the potential of empty space.
She was tall and thin, her body like that of a predatory cat on the hunt. Her skin was flawlessly smooth and deep purple - a tribute to amethyst. Her hair was braided back in two thick plats that ran just above her ears and met together in the back. Long hypnotic lashes; graceful fingers; placid calm across her face...she continued.
"And I have come here to bring you home with me to meet my son. You were promised to him at your birth and are treasured by him for the honesty of your spirit and the singularity of your person."
Into Egypt
"Yes," I answered. Her gaze was unnerving, unnerving and entrancing at once. I fidgeted between meeting her gaze and retreating in to hide like a child among gods. "It's only," I fumbled for the words. "I understand. I am ready. But how will it happen and also, will you be there when I wake?"
She smiled the warmest, most disarming smile and placed her thin, crystalline hand on my shoulder. It seemed there was an answer in that smile that could settle any doubt.
"I will be with you from this moment until it is done. My people have for many millennia practiced the nurturing and harvesting of world-walkers. We have, each of us, been called from the stone. There is no sleep deeper than that from which to wake. Do not be afraid. I will not lose you." I nodded and then stood before her speechless and completely occupied by my own awareness that I had nothing by way of practiced social grace or life-learned comprehension to respond to her with.
She was beyond me.
Then there was that smile again that could not be translated at all.
"Soon, I will ask you for your spirit. It is your own to give and no other may offer it for you. In the journeys to come it will be your own faith and cunning that will toss your spirit into the unwritten future on uncharted worlds. But this time, I will ferry it across safely for you.
"You will give me your spirit and all that you are now will fade into the moment like so many half-hummed melodies. When you reach my world, your spirit will not understand. It will possess nothing which can relate to what it will first perceive. And so I will invest you in stone. You will never know solitude or peace as deep as the ordered, armored cradle I will set you into. That very night I will call to you, Ocean. I will coax you out, believe.
"Even before birth you will know life. We will share many things I can not convey here. But you will not know yourself. Even when, by your own courageous persistence and willingness to conceive, you have animated the inanimate and our eyes again meet, you will not know yourself. You will not know me, not as you do now. But trust, I will not forget you. Then, trust for trust, I will trade you back yourself and you will remember."
What reply could be contrived to answer that? I could only blink.
After a long full silence, which my young mind, awe-stuck, aloof, naïve, could not interpret, she laughed.
The tension was shattered.
What seeming casualness to lay down laughter so effortlessly and appropriately behind the terrible unmasking of destiny.
In that instant I knew she was a queen.
It was not her beauty, which she wore as a crown; nor her gentle, irreproachable poise, which was a fool's rant to dispute; nor the message she had brought to me so certainly and kindly across all of time and space. These were wonders no more or less magnificent to me than the many moments of my life up to now had been. Rather it was the grace with which she moved across this landscape of mysticism and wonder.
I loved her.
I would follow her anywhere.
