Monday, February 10, 2014

Folly of the Chase

Lonely heart
Do not be afraid
Love is the first
Love is the last
Love is all that will light the way....
Or so they say... is it true?
Human mind....
Human folly.... 
Human come,
Human go,
Humans born,
Humans die,
Humans will throw away
Humans will destroy what they should protect... 
Protect the sacred... 
Will anyone protect the sacred anymore?
Change will come
Change has arrived
Will we transform
Humans be kind?
You look for the light
There is plenty to be found
But there are so many shadows
What will chase away those shadows?
Be the exception
Not the rule
Who has courage to follow through?
Who has the courage to follow through?
She screams at the court....
Who has courage?
Silence arrives....
No one makes a move...
A chess piece falls to the side...
Follow through on the heart?
Follow through from the soul?
Show me your soul!
Do you have none?
Did your soul run away?
Did you fall?
Was there a silent gun?
Point your fingers in
Which direction?
Does no one have integrity?
Claim your soul!
Claim your birthright!
If no one can follow through....
What will the human race do?
The echo
Echo of the drama
Change comes from within
Chance comes from outside
Change will always prevail
Which side are you on?
How will the story end?
Which life is real anyways?
What happens abroad
Happens on the little levels
To save the world
Is to save yourself
To save yourself
Is to save the world
Say, do you think it's true?
Really all that matters at the end of the day
Is what your soul will become
Love is the first
Love is the last
We come here
We return there
Was it all an illusion anyways?
Of the many
So above
So below
So below
So above
Repeat after me....
Does no one have courage anymore?
Run so run why don't you just run!
End the torment
She said
End it now
Just run
Because if love is true,
Then love must prevail
If love does not prevail
Then it was never true
So just run why don't you?
It is what you wanted to do?
Cut, cut, cut me away...
No one can explain the fool's actions...
There are two kinds of fools...
The fool that knows a sad ending
And the fool who achieves what they say cannot be done...
She knows which fool she is
and somehow she will prevail....
She wasn't so sure about the other...
Love is the first
Love is the last
But what of the in between? 
It is true, it is true
We know this, we know this...
Love is the first
Love is the last
It is in between that one finds concerning.....
The human condition...
Yet as the drama unfolds....
After me
Frustration prevails
The heart is not frozen
Tries to remain open
As numbness sets in...
The human drama;
Reminiscent of childhood chess games
Grandfather clock chimes:
the time! the time!
Which way, which way?
No one knows, or so they say...
... and no one moves...
Tick tick
Says the clock
.... and someone sighs from behind the room...
The speaker...
and what can we do when they twist their words?
They point fingers at the innocent!
...and watch the speaker run away....
Who is the speaker anyways?
Is there more then one?
The exchange
The exchange
Speaker speaks 
Battle your fears!
The sage pipes in....
No battle, let go, be the observer...
Don't empower the drama...
They will cry!
They will cry!
Battle your fears!
Is it true, that love will lead the way?
Are you a hypocrite?
We are all one
To one degree or another
But those with stronger integrity will rise to save the day....
Repeat after me...
How do we free ourselves from these mechanisms?
How do we free ourselves from these cycles?
How do we free ourselves?
Stand up!
Are you a hypocrite?
Tell me true
So easy to point fingers,
He wants to point fingers
She wants to point fingers
Everyone wants to point fingers
and it leads to no where...
As the human drama unfolds
On an earth that is dying
They shut their ears
As they shut their eyes
Those who face the tides
They cry!
They cry!
Courage to face the oncoming tides!
While the others hide their heads in the sands...
Repeat after me!
Who knows, who knows, who knows!
How will the game end?
... as the human drama unfolds....
Will the phoenix rise from her ashes?
So pitter patter...
She'll do what she must, be it alone or together...
...a wish is made.....
I cannot control the outcome,
She says to the speaker....
...but I can guide the canoe through the oncoming waves....
... The waves, they make me dizzy as they crash, they crash, they crash....
Outside of my control... Is she really marooned?
Which way will he move his chess piece next?
Does he even care?
Illusions or delusions?
Setting sun...
They say if it is real
Love is strong?
What will prevail?
They try and they try...
So what will this tale that is spun...
.... spun...
... spun....
Around and around like a turvey top....
Reveal... reveal ... reveal....
Release ... release ... release...
I am no hypocrite, so I must be careful with my words....
She says to the speaker who dances from one foot to the next....
He never knows if he is coming or going...
His fears hold him hostage...
His actions are a reaction to his fears
Become her fears manifest....
She sighs for she cannot control the tides
Carry on you must
Carry on he must
Carry on she must
Carry on we must
and carry on she will...
The waves crash against the shoreline....
Stars dance in dizzying regalia...
Dizzying heights
It's your move!
She throws the chess piece across the room!
Repeat after me....
If there's any justice in this world
The innocent would no longer be hung
With the false claims of others, suffocated...
Everyone needs love....
Breathe deep.... 
Follow the light...
So what will be revealed?
Rebel of the Soul
The question
Repeat after me
What will be revealed?
Reveal when the sun chases down the moon?
Will they collide in the sky?
The moon hides her sorrow....
Fade away or come back, like the phoenix rising?
Stride forward, she will never give up... .
The dark night of the moon will pass....
The light will be felt
Reverberating through time,
Reverberating through space,
Backwards and forwards,
It is all right now...
Is it alright now?
Will they dance?
Will they dance?
They will dance.....
Reverberating .....
Hurray hurray!
Soul's prevail?
Will the soul arrive to save the day?
Can the soul save the day?
Which way?
Which way?
What are you on about anyways?
So said the speaker
Which speaker
Who knows.... 
How will we save the day?
The future is always uncertain
But we can guide the ship true....

How will we save the day?
Will hearts be true?  

Monday, April 1, 2013

The Second Movement

Creative Writing
This was written in approx. 2005/2006 during the homeless period I went through in Montreal during the winter. At that point, writing this second piece was me trying to keep my sanity during very challenging times; it was taking all my effort to keep a positive mind set about everything that was happening and to keep faith it was only a temporary state of being..... 

Oblong Echo: The Second Movement

and I can pretend
the fantasy or their fantasy
your fantasy
or my fantasy
the bubble
my movie or your movie
maybe we were sisters once
maybe we are sisters now
room of twelve
not all fully here
where is here anyways?
And he wants to know
where do the stars go when they dream?
crooner crunes away
who says all the sirens were
in a room for twelve
lie awake, lying down
and do I spell it
the sound
and just when
we realized
by the time we realized
we were dead
we are already alive
the fantasy
A fairy tale,
the faery tale
faeries with tails
and they say we can’t see
what’s really there
who’s telling the story now?
12 sisters in a room
Who knows who
I’ll ignore her
another boxed in mind
locked in
and locked on
loosen up,
shake it all off,
dancing the shadows grace
enigma had a tongue
danced the enigma’s grace
don’t race
which dream we on anyway
not the prankster?
Ahh but these things take time
To echo around
Time to move
The movie
And I spoke
I spoke
To the child
Who is the man
And I spoke
To the man who was the child
He says; “you’re on the bus.”
Feel the change
Talk about
Finding solutions
he says; “never get off the bus”
but try to find
the right solution
in a sea full of illusions
it’s too much energy
you’re looking around now
and the dead man spoke alive in time
“makes me think”, she says;
“a thousand and one nights,
Ahhh what is it, a faery-tale, a gypsy, um;”, and she starts to speak in French
3 of 12
Don’t tie it
Set free
The hair is
Your freak bag fly
I heard it was fruit
Let your freak flag fly
And she speaks in French
Which witch
Which wisdom
Witch dream
What channel we on?
Ride the frequency
Deep throttle
A laugh
At nine o’clock
I hear
The flash
Turn it on mute
Why would you
The dream
A voice like a child
In a faery story
She is a woman
Who looks like a maiden
2 of 12
Resemble the child
She reminds me of the little match girl
Let’s change
Burn it all away
So we can change
Fertile ground
The soil
The phoenix
She rises
It’s weird
It’s like a cult
She says she belongs
to the marie-kay cult
the cultish like
we are not
the cult
dancing to a different
I am hear to shake it up
Break down the walls
That surround
The world
The worlds
The mind
Shake up
The mind
Frozen still
In time
Break it down
Break it all down
So it can
Be rebuilt
We rebuilding the dream
We’re building the dream
A birth
Every time I realize I have
I am alive
And in the story,
On the bus,
Riding through
A forest on fire,
I watch
And I see
They believe
In the program
They feed
The program
“I’m not getting inside your box.”
She says.
Buggersome creatures!!
can’t bring my drink.
Grrishness I say!
the drive
the trip
and somewhere
on this journey
she started crying
the movement
of the river
the motion
of time
the movement
in time
A moment to BE
Unchained rewind unwind the movement
Are you
Living in the NOW
4 beds in a row
Another four against the wall
The other
2 in between
2 more
In between
The snoring
The room
The “new” experience
Old and new
The future, the past and the now
The moment
The illusion
The dream
Which channel vibration
R we on
Vibrate with the

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Twilight Between Sound

Creative Writing Piece
I am not actually sure what year it was when I first wrote this, but I think it was in 2004, possibly 2003 but I can't really remember for sure. Anyways, I suppose trying to remember the literal date I wrote this really isn't relevant... I had been working on developing it into a stage production but have since dropped that due to hurtles I was running into at the time. Who knows, maybe I'll dust off the stage version again at a later date.... We'll see where the river flows...


In the twilight between sound
The place that is the beginning and the end
The end that is the beginning…
The place that is everything and nothing
A place that is so full of sound
It is silent
In thought, and, memory….

In twighlight
We dream
This is where we live
In twighlight
We live
Because this is where we dream
In twighlight
We are…

This is where our hearts live
This is where our souls create
In dreaming I die to live

Between twighlight and stars,
Between sun, moon, and earth,
Between sunset and sunrise,
Between shadow and mist;
In between time and thought…

To rise

A conversation
Between energy now called stars
A dream
Between time,
where the birth of all things exists;
In a dance of our minds
The vibration is the experience
In dreaming

A conversation
Between energies
We dance
This is where are souls live
We dream
We dance

GodS create
Made in the image of
Souls create
Made in the image of
We create

A conversation
Between minds
Between energies
We dance
Between dreams
Between time

A conversation

Some would say that raven made the world one day
But raven and crow talk in riddles and mysteries
They contradict themselves
Raven is mischief, wisdom and creation
Crow is justice, laughter and wisdom

One day a creature laughed
A creature that knew not what it was
It was both white and it was black but never both
A creature that would one day be called raven
It danced with joy at this new feeling
This skin
It had acquired
This was kNew
Coyote used talk about it
But Coyote wasn't' always known for telling a straight tale
This creature on a journey to self discovery
An ancient babe
An energy within Skin
And raven danced and danced and laughed one day
And out popped
A squawk
And feathers a lot
A little joke raven played on itself
Little one to tease and taunt him
And Crow gave a squawk and a laugh
And off he was
New adventures between sound and twighlight

Monday, March 11, 2013

In Dreaming....

I wrote this approximately when I was 22 or 23, I am 34 now, so I guess it's been a long time. Trippy how time flies because it feels like just yesterday....

In dreaming...
Once upon the mists of time, we wandered off the beaten path. The trees shivered with a gentle light; a kindred to a flame in the night. We listened to the stories that Gaia told when the River sang to the Moon.

She told us once of a time in the long ago, which direction, she did not know. By the four corners she said they would come, one to meet the other, brothers and sisters, meeting for the first time again and again; brothers sisters who always knew without knowing.

One day, brothers and sisters; they fight and Gaia cries from the confines of her dreams. Worlds change and swirl and one day we come into a time new and familiar both; a time when the trees, you can barely hear their dreams and their gentle light has gone out.

The Ancients are asleep and the land is tearing up; Gaia whispers in our dreams …change, I feel a change in the winds; the directions are coming together …for the dreams speak; speak of a chance to change the world…let's tell our stories, stories of the ever in the in between of the long ago … the stars do dance with the spirit lights, while raven follows the moon's daughter down to the waterside …awake awake …so they followed the sound …the wild ones danced and played …the muses woke the Sphynx, while Luna 's children whispered and sang into the wind… by mountain and river; the calling on, the calling out…